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You know the drill: The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.

% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.

FoR SaLE By OwNEr: CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy 19 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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By five o'clock, is seemed like anyone who had been invited or had a purpose being at Cayman Karlyle's Stud Muffin Party cirulated in the crowds. For most, this had been a weekend of making new friends, testing of relationships, but also an excuse to deviate from the normal drudge of everyday life, break loose and be more risque at living one's life.

For Geoff, there was one character in particular whom he 'busted' on day one and hadn't seen again. "OMG!" he exclaimed as he stare over Swifty's shoulder.

"What?" Swifty questions, turning his head, not getting enough of a perspective on Geoff's gaze, turning once more, this time his whole bod. "What am I supposed to be looking at?" Then he knew, because some guy was rounding the garden and seemed with intent purpose on connecting with them, because Swifty picked up on the eye to eye contact with his lover. "And who is that raving beauty headed towards us?" he asks Geoff.

He found out directly, the young guy addressing them, "Hi Geoff! Remember me?"

Being honest, but also comical, Geoff responds, "My oh my Byron! Have they done a job on you!"

"Really? You think so?"

There were no exceptions, everyone, from guests, to models, to waiters, bartenders, okay, the exception, security, but all the others dressed in just speedos. A few responded to, way earlier in the weekend, why they ever bothered to pack so many clothes? Byron, whom had snuck in had joined the consensous, but the transformation from Quiksilver trunks, to a speedo definitely changed the way he looked from the bellyhole - down!

Stepping down from his male-alpha being, Geoff states, "I 'love' what they've done to your hair!"

"Thanks!" Byron says, touching the 'sawed off' top, all spiked up. "It takes getting used to."

Standing in the wings, Swifty asks, "Um, somebody want to introduce me to this hot twink?"

"Oh yeah!" Geoff exclaims. "I almost forgot!"

"I can see 'why'!" Swifty exclaims. He and Geoff exchange a smile.

"Um, this is Byron... um, what's your last name again?"

"Rockwell," Byron replies.

"This is Swifty," Geoff concludes the introductions.

But Byron wasn't finished, saying to Swifty, "It's great to meet you," taking Swifty in his arms, his teen bod touching Swity's hairy front in a friendly hug.

In a cheeky manner, Swifty returns, "'Very' nice to meet you too!" Over Byron's shoulder he gives his lover a hefty smile.

Almost smooth, except for the small stripe from his bellyhole to the top of his speedo, Byron says to Swifty, "One thing I've discovered about myself?"

"What's that?" Geoff and Swifty answer at the same time.

"Well one thing and I learned this from Micah..."

"You and Micah?" Geoff interrupts. "You two still together?"

"Yeah. He's real sweet and he's fun to hang around with."

But curiosity still drove Swifty on, "Um, so what else is the one thing you learned Byron?"

"Oh yeah... well I learned a lot of things, but personally I learned it feels good to touch another guy who is hairy."

Swifty wondered where this was going, especially when he detected Byron having designs on Geoff! "Which means?"

Sure enough, Byron addresses Geoff, "I've seen you around without your shirt on Geoff. You look awesome!"

Now he had his regular pants and shirt on, but says of being seen, "Oh? I look that good in a speedo, do I?"

Byron was talking more about the physique, explaining, "Sure, but I was more talking about... and I hope I'm not offending you Geoff, but I like how you're all hairy!"

Swifty steps in, "Oh so that's why you were hugging me so 'close'!"

"Partially," Byron replies.

Geoff knows, how much his partner wanted to enjoy another hug and this being the place where fantasy ruled, "Well I'm sure my partner wouldn't mind taking on the hug you would have been extending to me?"

"Really? It's okay with you Geoff?"

"It's okay with me, but him?" he put it to Swifty.

"Of course," his twenty-five year old partner replies, "It's the least I can do to help out a friend of yours, Geoff!"

Geoff loved it! It's one of the things he loved seeing, being he was thirteen years older than his lover, watching him interact with a younger guy. But he states, "I'm on duty and it wouldn't look good, me getting hard over you two playing with each other, so I'll leave you two to get aquainted and get back to work!"

Byron broke away just long enough to shake Geoff's hand, telling him he owed him a hug and felt funny giving it to him because he was on duty and didn't want to give any of his other officers of the law 'bad habits'.

"Another time," Geoff says, "when you catch me in my speedo!"

Time Byron spent with Swifty was short-lived, as Byron's boyfriend, Micah appeared almost as Geoff left the scene. And after Byron introduces Micah, the two of them head off into the sea of boys, leaving Swifty to fend on his own.

"Hey, want to dance?"

As soon as it hit six o'clock, the outdoor scene began to transform from cocktails and h'orderves to a lavish smorgasboard. Along with more food and drink, came the music!

Dancing wasn't exactly Swifty's major attraction, but he figured with back to back bods, hands in the air and elsewhere, anything was appropriate. Though, his face really lit up, when the dude he was dancing with, probably nineteen or twenty years old, did a turn, his back facing him, another dude sliding right in between.

"Hi!"

"Hey there. Um, what happened to Jack?" he looks over the dude's shoulder, because their bare bods were making connection.

"Do you really care?"

Right now Swifty wasn't caring, as he felt a pair of hands slip into the back of his speedo! "Not now!" The dude lay his head on Swifty's shoulder and it felt great feeling his whole anatomy so close. Figuring he was being given carte blanche, Swifty did the same, sliding his hands down the dude's back and not stopping at the elastic around his torso.

"Mmmm..." the dude said.

"Hey, what's your name by the way?" Swifty asks.

Backing away a little, the dude's hands respond with the movement, soon caressing the outer flanges of hairy pubes. Kissing Swifty on the lips, he replies, "Jake and I'd sure would love to taste what my hands are feeling up?"

He knew Jake had been drinking, but so did he have a couple, but the force behind the power of his conscience was more centered around what Jake's hands were doing to him. He responds, "My place or yours?"

From afar, Geoff had been in the distance, taking on the scene. Fortunately, he had stationed himself near the bushes, so it became easy to maintain control, in case he lost his wits about him, watching the scene unravel. Earlier on in their relationship, they had discussed the occasional pick-up and found no reason to put limits on whom they had sex with. The only stipulation they left each other with, was they had to make confession at the end of the day! "Oh yeah! You go boy!" Geoff says as his hand in his pocket cheers his partner on. Only downside would be he would have to wait till later to get all the meaty details!

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"Can you believe it, Alex, how I've been lying around for weeks and that's 'all' the goo I blew out!"

It wasn't too romantic, nor heated sex the two had been into, so after some 69-ing it, they resorted to lying side by side, each taking on the other's tool.

"Have you been eating your spinach?" Alex jokes.

"Spinach?" Kyle questions. "That's like Popeye and the muscle thing!"

"It's a muscle isn't it? It contracts, doesn't it?" Alex reasons.

"But 'Spinach', Alex? I would think more along the lines of a protein drink?"

"That's it!" Alex sits up, excitedly. For lack of something to wipe his hand on, he does what's handy in the kitchen. Except, he doesn't have a shirt on.

"Do you know what you just went and did Alex?"

"No. What?"

"Your hair," Kyle points out his chest. "You went and gooed yourself up with my 'spinach-fueled' goo!"

"I thought you said spinach is for the muscles?"

Sliding his hand down, using his goo from Alex's chest as lube, Kyle's hand does a ski-jump right into Alex's pubes - splat!

"Hey, y'know what?"

"What?" Alex asks, attention focused on his pubes.

"Your cock is even fun to play with when it's not hard!"

Sure enough, Alex smirks as Kyle lifts his cock up, holding it by the head, letting it go and the two of seeing it go 'splat'!

Kyle then proceeds to play, "Hey! This is fun!"

Depriving Kyle of his fun, Alex slips to the side of the bed and rises to his feet.

"Where are you going Alex? I think I was getting a rise out of it!"

"I'm going to wash all this goo off me and go claim our prizes!"

"What prizes?" Kyle asks as he trails Alex to the jon.

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In another room, not far from Alex and Kyle, Scotty and Michael reconnect, lying there in bed, all wrapped up in each other. After a few tender kisses, Michael says, "I think Jeremiah is kind of cute."

Giving Michael a strange look, he replies, "What brought this on? I thought we were supposed to be here, having a tender, sweet, romantic moment, thinking about ourselves?" Then he slips, "You're not still jealous of him are you?"

"Jealous? I never was jealous of Jeremiah," Michael replies.

There was a hesitation.

Michael then says, "Okay, maybe I was a 'teensy bit' jealous, but not much."

"And now?" Scotty asks.

Throwing Scotty completely off, Michael asks, "Does Jeremiah have a boyfriend?"

"No. He calls himself a loner."

"He's a prostitute?"

"Prostitute?" Scotty questions. "What makes you think that?"

"Well if he loans himself out I'm sure he doesn't do it without getting paid?"

"No, no, no, Michael. I meant he lives alone. He likes being on his own," Scotty explained.

"I don't get it."

"As Jere explains it, he's looking to invest his time in a career first."

"And what happens if he meets a guy along the way, like I met you?" Michael poses to him. The kind of silence which followed, made Michael ask, "What?"

Scotty felt compelled, "I do feel obligated to tell you Jere and I did share a hug."

"Did you have your clothes on?"

"Of course we had our clothes on, but it wasn't the kind of hug which you and I do. I mean, the reason I hugged him is because he complimented me on... on being the type of person I am."

"I suppose," Michael guesses, "it's probably the reasons why I like you?"

"I don't know, but all I wanted to say is Jere said that he hoped the next man he met, was like me and not already involved in someone else."

Michael exclaims, "He wanted you?"

"Am I not irresistable?" Scotty jokes.

Running his hand right down Scotty, from his shoulder to his torso, falling towards the mattress and caressing his semi-erect cock, he replies, "Is this what he was after?"

"We had our clothes on, remember?"

"Oh. Yeah."

And Scotty puts it to Michael, "What would 'you' see in me with my clothes on?"

"Tough question, when you put it like that!"

Scotty sits up against the headboard, crossing his arms around his middle, "Oh, so all you're intested in is my cock up your ass!"

Following suit, Michael picks himself up, plops right down next to his lover, saying, "No it's not! I like you for more than making me feel good in bed!"

"Name one thing!"

Sitting there, Michael starts whistling an unknown tune, finally coming up with, "You can cook really good!"

"No, name something about me that you like."

"That 'is' something I like about you, but other than that, I like... I like how you're being you right now."

"How I'm being right now?" Scotty had to think about it, how he was conducting himself at this moment, which made Michael like him. "Like how does that go?"

Michael recollected he hadn't told Scotty something, so used the moment to weave it all in, "Being the big man of the house. Our house," he says, slipping down a little in the bed. After Michael slides his arm around Scotty's waist, his arm lying right across his bellyhole, he adds, "Y'know Tom Space found me a tutor to teach me so I can get my high school diploma?"

It threw Scotty quite off base, expecting something more pertaining to the subject at hand. "When did all this come about?"

"When I was up at the main house, after Palmer Stroop got in trouble with Kostas."

"Now 'that' I heard about. Those helping me were talking about a model named Kostas, who seems to be way more into himself than others."

"Geoff got him kicked out."

"So I heard and not such a good reputation for a supermodel, especially when you're a guest of Cayman Karlyle," Scotty explains.

"Did your cook-friends tell you about me getting pushed down?"

Unfolding his arms, Scotty grew suddenly so alarmed, "Pushed you down? You didn't get hurt did you?"

"Nope. Two hot dudes caught me."

From concern to carrying a smile on his lips, Scotty replies, "I hope they nursed your wounds!"

Michael reports the only erotic moment, "My elbow did nudge one of their pubes."

With the story carried far from its roots, Scotty brings it back home, "So what about this tutor?"

"Milo... he's going to be teaching me while you're in the kitchen cooking!"

A frown came upon Scotty's face.

Getting the wrong interpetation, Michael says, "Oh, don't worry. Milo has a boyfriend." And drawing off of what Jeremiah said, "Milo and me are gonna be professionals about it!"

"Don't get the wrong impression here, Michael. Besides, I trust you will do the right thing, but I'm not taking on the job offered me by Cayman."

"What? You're not? But this is a good thing for you Scotty!"

"Tom Space tried to get me to stay, but I really want to study at the International Cooking School. I want to be a part of the life revolving around it in the city. Besides, Tom says there will always be another Stud Muffin Party."

"Oh. I guess I'm not going to be studying with Milo then," Michael flops his back against the headboard, withdrawing his arm across Scotty's middle.

His turn to confront and heal, Scotty turns to his lover, caressing him. "I don't want to go and ruin your plans. You know, what you do is just as important as what I hope to do?"

"No. I don't want to do anything to mess up your career."

"Hey," Scotty consoles, "it's not only 'me' we're talking about here," he says, gently rubbing Michael's shoulder. "Getting a high school diploma is just as right as pursuing a college education."

"I didn't think of it that way," Michael glances into Scotty's face. "Still, I think it would be more fun being back in the city with Kyle and Alex. I'll miss them something fierce."

Scotty smiled at the cute way Michael put it. He had to admit, "I feel the same." And to make it sound dire the two remain in their friends' lives, "Y'know Kyle is okay in the kitchen, but I think he really needs my help!"

Michael comes up with brilliance, "And maybe, with all those briefs I've sold for Alex, he'll need my help making them!"

With a toothy grin, Scotty says, "Or modeling them?" His hand finds the reason Alex's briefs sell so well.

Michael says of Scotty's 'find', "I don't think I fill them out so well."

Scotty says, "You know, Alex made each of us a pair and I for one have not had a chance to wear mine?"

"Hey! Me neither!"

Finding them in a draw, the two put their 'Nouguet' briefs on, admiring each other. Neither could recall later who came up with the evil idea of trying to pass them off as speedos!

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"I wonder if they had the drawing yet?" Alex asks.

Some bystander, who happened to be checking Alex out, says, "Not yet. First we eat, then we party, then we party, then we party, then they have the drawing. I sure hope I win!"

They laughed at his answer. Kyle, as well as Alex seemed drawn to fellow talking to them, which also seemed like he was alone and not hanging with friends.

"You seem to know a lot about all this. Any idea of what the prizes are?"

He seemed very nice, cordial and the look from the speedo-line, up, wasn't bad either, in Kyle's mind. In fact, he sort of replicated Alex's looks, tall, hairy chest, except a very defined line of hair down his middle. And overall, he did look older than themselves, out of teen-hood.

Kyle was jogged out of his reverie when Alex asks, "Coming, Kyle?"

"Sure. Where are we going?"

Alex had a feeling Kyle wasn't paying attention. Regardless, all bubbly, Alex says, "Cristiano is going to show us the prizes!" He rubs his hands together, while his arm is strung around Kyle, leading him off.

"Cristiano? Who's Cristiano?"

While Alex hurried Kyle along, one fact he found out is Cristiano's last name is 'da Vinci', but Alex was quick to follow up, "He's 'no' relationship to the artist."

"You found out a lot in what? Three minutes?"

Like he didn't hear Kyle, Alex says, "And y'know what's so uncanny?"

"What?"

"Cristiano is an aspiring artist!"

As Kyle, following Cristiano's lead with him and Alex in tow, discovers he would be a good subject for a drawing class. He even laments, "Why couldn't we have a model like him in drawing class?"

"What was that?" Alex asks.

"Oh nothing, Alex," Kyle keeps it to himself.

"Rats! It's locked!" Cristiano says, appearing at the room behind the stage. "Sorry guys," He says, turning around.

He and Alex more or less stood together, Kyle facing them. "Hey guys, you know what?"

"What?" Alex and Cristiano respond together.

"You could pass for twins?"

Alex says of it, "I'm French... he's Italian!"

"Kyle's right," Cristiano says as he faces Alex. "Except for the tummy-trail, our bods look the same!"

And foremost in Kyle's mind he dwells on, "Cool! You're both hairy!"

And as somebody has already mentioned, Cristiano says, "Right. Us hairy guys are like a minority around here!"

Alex suspects something and feels comforable saying, "You shave this, right?" he points his finger at the trail separating Cristiano's ribs, moving it up and down, but not touching.

Putting his hand on Alex's shoulder, Cristiano jokes, "Um, you're not going to like tell anybody, are you?"

Kyle says, "I think it looks cool."

And he didn't know what irked him into saying it, Alex tells him, "One time I shaved an 'S' on my chest. You know, a 'Superman-S'?"

"Looks to me like it grew back in."

Alex comments, "I'll never do it again. Made Kyle fiercely mad at me."

"Oh Alex, I wasn't 'that' mad at you."

Smiling, Cristiano says, "I have this feeling you two would have to do a lot worse to each other to upset the relationship you have going!"

Hearing the music being spun by DJ Nightshade, Kyle, liking Cristiano's explanation, asks, "C'mon, wanna dance?"

Did Cristiano have a choice, Kyle grabbing his hand and towing him out from behind the stage?

"Hey!" Alex yells, catching up, "This could be grounds for divorce!"

But things didn't turn out at all the way it looked like they were going, the trio out there dancing. And Kyle, being risque with his bod, didn't mind at all getting sandwiched in between his 'two Alex-es'!

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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee

`For Sale By Owner: CK's Stud Muffin Party' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.

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