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.
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FoR SaLE By OwNEr: CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy 20 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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After hashing things out, Silas had spoken to Tom Space about the quad's predicament. With little bunk room left, Tom gazed down his list and found since Kostas had been kicked out, the room he vacated happened to be more than a shared bunkhouse. "Perfect!" Tom termed it, it being an easy fix for putting up the four-man band. However, as the day went by, it was found Jason Elgin was shacking up with Raymon Velasquez, which reduced it to a trio of brothers. Then, Caleb sacking with Silas, it left the duo of Elgin's, Lane and Jared.
With Jason and Caleb off on their own, Lane and Jared hung with the 'other' band. Also, their services finished with, both bands became 'guests', wandering at their own leisure. Decked out with outfits left behind by Kostas, such was the hurry he was in to get his 'ego' off the premises, the two Elgin brothers had no problem trying on two speedos.
"How do I look?" Jared asks.
"Like you're looking in a mirror!" They laughed, Lane thinking the same, after the fact.
Jared then says, "It's going to be strange going to a party without having to ask permission."
"Oh believe me, if he were here," meaning their father, "we wouldn't be going to any party!"
As they leave the separate bungalow, Jared theorizes, "I have a good feeling, about what's to become of all this."
"Me too."
"Really?" With silence, Jared knew Lane was waiting for him to go first, so he indulges, "I think I'm going to really enjoy being my own man. You?"
"Same," Lane agrees. "Only, I don't think father's 'dictatorship'," he held his fingers up to outline the quote, "was a total waste."
"Oh? How's that go?"
"I think the restraints he put on us made us see we shouldn't go with all the world has to offer, but rather we get to choose and we should make wise choices."
"Sounds cool," his nineteen year old brother says, accepting it. "Maybe it's why I feel so good about going to this party."
As they pass another building, they hear their names being called, "Hey Jared and Lane! Over here!"
A screen door is opened, the two approaching.
It was Gregg Underwood, a member of the 'other' band, inviting them, "Want to hang with us for awhile?"
Really aching to go to the party, Jared replies, "Aren't you going to the party?"
"Sure. We're getting ready, but come on in."
Lane and Jared, left at the door banging shut, look at each other, looking for the other's approval or disapproval.
It's Lane who says, "I don't think the party is going anywhere."
"I guess this means you want to hang?" Jared says, already his hand was on the door, ready to usher Lane inside.
Of course they new each other, so they got to talking right away, the usual, finding out first about how 'Sentinel' felt about making their hit record, it branding the group as a one-hit-wonder. Those keeping the conversation going, mostly Gregg, avoided the subject of their father disgracing the group backstage. Instead, he chose to bring up their family history.
After a brief history lesson regarding the Elgin family, which also brought up the scars of their mother's passing of cancer, Jared recalls the story of when their mother was alive, "She used to call us, 'songbirds'."
Sarcastically, toughguy, Gregg Underwood, says of Jared's scheme, "Songbirds? For the name of our group? That sounds so... so 'gay'!"
Mitch Kitchell slaps the beefy bass guitarist in the gut, replying, "That's because you 'are' so gay, Greggy!"
Caleb had talked about T.R.U.N.K.S.! breaking up, so, since Jared had brought it up, it centered around a new name for the combined group. Still thinking seriously of a name for their group, Lane defends his brother, "I don't think Jared meant we should call the group 'the songbirds'. Our mother also had a love for birds and knew the technical words for most. I think what Jared was getting at, was the name 'pipits'!"
"There's already a group with that name," Mike-Robert Starks replies.
"No there isn't," Gregg contests.
"Is too... don't tell me you've never heard of Gladys Knight and the Pippits!" Mike-Robert says with a straight face.
"He's kidding, right?" Jared asks.
Gregg offers, "There's always a way to find out!"
Unknown to non-members of T.R.U.N.K.S!, Lane and Jared watch as Gregg circles around behind Mike-Robert, snatching him up in a relaxed chokehold, barking, "Confess M-R!"
"But how can he with your arm keeping his mouth closed?" Jared asks.
While Gregg holds the band member in an almost choke hold, Adriu is saying, "He is not going to like you guys!"
"That's M-R's tough luck!" Mitch says, working Mike-Robert's tee shirt up. "Now, the question is... shall we make him laugh or cry first?"
Muffled, they can hear Mike-Robert sort of say, "Lemme go, guys," through his bared teeth.
"I don't want to see it, if you're going to hurt him," Jared voices opinion.
"Then that's his sentence," Mitch declares it, based on Jared's rendering.
Nicely worked out bod, it's easy for Mitch to work the tee shirt up over Mike-Robert's chest, his bold pecs holding the shirt in place. Slowly, he allows the back of his hand to plane down the thick stripe dividing Mike-Robert's abs in two.
"Hah!" He calls out, both hands going to the sides of Mike-Robert's abs.
"I thought you weren't," Lane started to say, thinking Mitch was going to jab his bound victim. Instead, a smile creases his lips when Mitch sets to tickling his bound captive!
It doesn't take much, Mike-Robert squirming about as Mitch is tickling him, so much that it's tough for Gregg to keep a hold on him.
"No Mitch... hah, hah, hah! Stop!....."
"My turn!" Gregg says, lowering Mike-Robert to the floor.
"Isn't that going to hurt his arms?" Jared asks, when Andriu places a knee each on Mike-Robert's biceps, as his arms are stretched above his head.
Also, at the moment of 'the switch', Mitch hikes Mike-Robert's tee shirt up his chest, pulling it over his head, anchoring it at the back of his neck.
"Now to do some real damage!" Gregg says, unbuttoning Mike-Robert's jeans.
"No! C'mon guys!" Mike-Robert protests as he picks his head up, addressing Gregg as he opens the flaps of his pants after unzipping.
To shush him, except for laughing, Mitch again tickles Mike-Robert.
On the side lines Jared and Lane watch the 'other band' in action.
"How about a little 'nip-tweaking' M-R?"
Seeing it all being done in jest, Lane and Jared look to each other, their smiles the cause of each other making their humorous attitude escalate.
And, when Mike-Robert contests Mitch's suggestion, Mitch tells Andriu, "Want to shut him up?"
"Isn't that going to suffocate him?" Lane asks when Andriu leans over, his crotch falling in Mike-Robert's face.
Mitch laughs, replying, "You kidding? M-R loves the smell of a man!"
Lane nudges Jared with his elbow, to his ribs. It wasn't long ago when Caleb had mentioned the same thing when the four of them had a shared conversation in the late evening, until they heard their father dictate 'lights out'. The lights were already out, but the meaning was to shut up and get some sleep! Such was the attitude when their father came home some nights, drunk!
But Mike-Robert's muzzled complaining came back in the form of laughter, Gregg tickling his balls! It started off Lane, providing a little giggle, which made Jared look at him, his brother giving him the cue that it was alright to laugh, he did likewise.
"Ohh-h-h c'mon guys!" the band's nineteen year old backup singer complained, both in protest of the tickling, but also the sensual play of Mitch, wetting fingertips of his index fingers and skating them 'round'n'round the hairy paths circling Mike-Robert's nips.
"Looks like he likes it," Lane ventures to guess.
"He likes this too!" Gregg says, switching from ball-tickling to a light stroke of his cock.
Lane and Jared never swore to the fact they ever had some gay feelings, but right now, deep down inside their pants they were having some sort of feeling for the way Mike-Robert was being handled.
Jared noticed he was getting turned on, seeing Gregg 'make' Mike-Robert's cock react to Mitch's sweet nip play, which by now had progressed to rubbing wet fingers right over the nubs.
And in his broken English, Andiu is telling them, "His heavy breathing... it is making my crotch sweat!"
It then occurs to Lane, who hasn't known the other band for more than a few hours, personally, "Hey, which one of you guys are gay?"
"You're kidding right, Lane?" Mitch looks up, asking. He then looks to Jared and asks, "Or are you Lane?"
"No, I"m Jared," Jared sets him straight. To make it easier, "I'm the one with the goatee?" Jared feels up the stubble on his chin.
"I'll have to remember," Mitch replies. But getting back to Lane's question, "Yeah, we're all gay. How about you guys?"
Lane replies, "Caleb, he's definitely one of you, but Jason?"
"We're not sure," Jared steps in, "he could be."
"Are you sure you're not, Lane?" Gregg asks, by now eliciting some seepage, making Mike-Robert's erection slick and sleek as it stands tall.
"Of course not. I said I'm not," Lane replies.
Gregg exchanges looks with Andriu, the two facing each other, as opposed to Mitch to Mike-Robert's side.
"What?" Jared asks, seeing an unspoken conversation pass between the two.
Giggling, Gregg fesses up, "Because your brother's gone and popped a boner!"
"Really?" Jared says, pulling on the side of Lane's torso, the others, their eyes peeled in the direction of Lane's crotch.
Shooing Jared's hand away, Lane blames, "I probably have to pee or something!" He looks around the room.
"The jon's over there," Mitch tells him, pointing to an opened door into a dark room.
Lane hightails it over there, turning the light on and closing the door.
Gregg yells, "Have a nice jerk off Lane!"
They all laugh, even Mike-Robert, from which his sweet torture has been halted.
"Do you think he really....." Jared insinuates.
"How about yourself?" Andriu asks.
Instead of denying it, Jared reaches down and touches himself. "I feel a little hard."
Gregg confides, "Hey, ain't no reason why a straight boy can't get off on what we're doing!"
Jared didn't have an answer for them. Up until now the quads have lived a strictly disciplined lifestyle, not knowing much about the sexual mores of either gay, or straight, of how to lean, either this way or that. Caleb, the only gay, out member of the family, his opinion could differ, but he kept much of what he knew to himself.
But Jared was saved for the moment, Lane returning, Mitch asking, "I didn't hear you flush, Lane?"
"Quiet toliet," he retorted.
Opening up the conversation, Jared says, "The guys tell me it's alright for us straight guys to feel... I mean it's okay if we... if we feel like a gay guy, but we're not?"
He was asking for help, Gregg volunteering, "What Jared means is you two guys are hard and it's okay if you get erotically excited and want to jerk off with us?"
Lane comes right out with, "But Mike-Robert has gone limp!"
"Hey guys!" Mike-Robert complains, especially since his arms have been freed up. "I thought you were going to make me come!"
Jared asks him, "I thought you didn't like them tickling you and Mitch.... um... playing with your.. chest." It was tough getting out, because Jared has never seen a guy playing with another guy's bod the way Mitch was, let alone Gregg tickling Mike-Robert's balls and then stroking his cock.
"Want to take over?"
"Who me?" Jared replies to Mike-Robert.
"I'm looking at you!" he replies to Jared.
"I'm not gay, Mike-Robert!" he replies.
"I know. Would make it even more erotic having a straight guy play with my nips while I jerk off!"
"Cool!" Gregg thinks of it. And too he says, "Yeah, would you play with my balls while I jerk off Lane?"
Both straight guys put on the spot, they stand with unsurety.
Mitch even stretches things farther, "Yeah, cool. Nobody even has to know. It's all of us together in this room. Nobody's watching us!"
"I don't know," Jared replies, looking to Lane.
"Don't look at me for help on this one, bro!"
It's the way it's been it seems, Jared always looking to Lane for advice. Now he was on his own in one of the most crucial decisions of his life.
Andriu volunteers, "Mitch... he will give you free blowjob!"
"Me too!" Mike-Robert pipes up.
But then it becomes war, Mitch insistant, "I want to do Lane!"
But for Mike-Robert, he had the answer, "Hey, they're twins, nimrod! Both of their cocks are the same size, dah!"
A fact for the guys on the other side of the fence, Gregg asks, "You do, both, have the same below-the-belt anatomy?"
Sarcastically, Lane replies, "Um, do you think we, like, compared?"
"Well now..." Gregg stands and moves about in a swashbuckler motion, "here's an interesting wager!"
"Wager?" Jared questions.
Grabbing a wad of bills out of his pocket, Gregg peels off a twenty, saying, "I'll bet twenty bucks Lane's cock is bigger than Jared's!"
Mike-Robert cracks up in laughter. By now he's old news compared to what is transpiring right now. It's a struggle to find the back pocket of his pants, which he finds easier to strip off and then find his wallet, but plucks a twenty out, saying, "Twins have the same everything!"
"You're on!" Gregg says, putting the two twenties together. He then picks on the other band members, "What about you Mitch and Andriu?"
Daringly, Jared asks, "Can I play too?"
Lane scolds, "You know we're not allowed to gamble, Jared?"
"He's in jail, remember?"
"Oh. Yeah," Lane does remember, his mind taken out of the moment, him thinking about their father hauled off by the police.
He stays in deep thought till he hears Gregg ask, "What about you Lane? You in on this?"
"What?" He asks, paying more close attention.
Jared smiles, confessing, "I bet twenty dollars my cock is bigger than yours!"
Lane immediately goes for his back pocket, saying, "You're dreaming bro!"
There it was, a hundred and twenty bucks gathered up in Mike-Robert's baseball cap, waiting to be somebody's treasure or split dividends.
Taking the helm, Gregg says, "Now all we have to do is get you two guys hard!"
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Even though neither said, they had thought they would be losing Cristiano, but for the next several minutes he stayed glued to their trio of friendship.
"Thirsty?" Cristiano says, a finger pointing to his open mouth.
Kyle jokes with Alex, making him lean in, "I think Cristiano wants to suck you off!"
Alex states, "You're too horny for your own good!"
The three set out wading through the bopping bods, getting separated and of course, when meeting at the bar, Alex complaining, "I can't believe it! Like everybody was touching me!"
"Hey! The same with me!" Cristiano says.
Dejected, Kyle says, "I think one hand pinched my ass!"
Cristiano asks, "Who?"
"I don't know 'who'," Kyle replies.
In a very cute way, almost pampered, Cristiano says, "Well, if it's okay with Alex, I'll put my hands all over you?"
"Sure, it's okay," Alex replies.
"Alex!" Kyle scolds.
"Just kidding!" Alex shrugs his shoulders.
"Oh, I'm 'so' disappointed!" Cristiano complains.
Joking, Kyle says, "Okay, one swipe... take your pick where."
"Hmm!" Cristiano replies, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Above the beltline of course," Alex interjects.
"Of course," Cristiano says of it. "I wouldn't want to jeopardize my new friendship with you guys!" And to think about it, he didn't want to do just that, not even close to it happening, so folded his hand in half and graced the side of Kyle's cheek with the back of his hand.
"Oh. Now I'm sure that got Kyle excited," Alex says.
Sweetly Cristiano puts it, "Hey, I like you guys. I'm not out to become a third partner. I'll settle for good friends?"
"Hey, good friend!" Kyle calls out, turning Cristiano's head, giving him a peck on the lips."
"Wow! Now that's something I didn't expect!"
Alex jokes, "Oh c'mon Kyle. Is that any way to treat a 'good' friend?"
Kyle watches, jaw dropped open, as Alex embraces Cristiano, giving a lip-lock!
Like a can opener, after a few seconds, he's prying them apart, "Um guys, I think it's my turn again?"
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Maybe Gregg Underwood had ulterior motives, maybe not. Who knows for sure, but being they got Lane and Jared Elgin all 'hardened up' for contesting who had the longer cock, it only served purpose to hold both cocks next to each other, with absence of a ruler or other method of measurement. With first order of business out of the way, Jared Elgin picking up the pot, splitting the winnings with Andriu, because both found him to be a bit longer than his brother, Gregg took it upon himself to remedy the situation of taking their cocks from the rigid stage to limp.
"Um, like what are you doing Mitch?" Lane was the first to ask, since it was Mitch who won out in making him hard.
From Mitch he got a smile, as the keyboard player continued stroking him.
Looking to Gregg for an answer, "Gregg, what does Mitch think he's doing?"
Rather than a straight forward answer, jerking him off, Gregg puts it, "You have the power to stop him Lane, but you're not?"
Lane bites his lip. In priniciple, since he's not gay, he surely doesn't want to do the 'gay' thing, having another man hold his cock, stroke it and making him come. "I don't know about this."
Being the spokesperson, know-it-all, Gregg renders, "Hey, you don't think straight dudes don't get off with us gay dudes?"
"Apparently," Lane is slowly accepting it, since he doesn't want Mitch's hand to stray. Also, Lane seems to be tempting himself, his hips beginning to gyrate.
"I think you need some help there, Mitch," Mike-Robert says, kneeling down before Lane.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Lane calls out when Mike-Robert's tongue scrapes across his cock-head.
They all laugh, except Jared who is still holding his own.
It doesn't go unnoticed, Mitch's jealousy setting in, being unwilling to share, "Why don't you go suck off Jared, M-R?"
"Yeah?" Mike-Robert replies, looking to Jared as if for approval.
Andriu thought it a bit strange, Lane pictured as the alpha male of the two brothers, yet Lane was taking what was dished out, Jared assuming the role of being asked. Too, Andriu had it in his mind of how hot it would be working his cock up Lane's ass, but the feeling Jared would have a big problem with accepting. So, he did what was natural, skipping over Jared.
"I don't know, Mike-Robert," Jared replies to him, long distance as the backup singer sits there on his knees.
He suggests an alternative, "We can jerk each other off if you want?"
"Like how would that go?" even though Jared had an idea of how it would go!
As for Lane, he was slowly being closed in on, Mitch playing with his tool, Andriu sneaking up behind him.
"And what do you think you're doing, Andriu?" Lane became wise, since Andriu's hairy chest was touching his smooth back, something toying with his ass crevice.
"Me? Nothing," Andriu teased.
Gregg, not afraid to say much of anything, presents, "Hey! You want to fuck Mitch, Lane?"
He didn't want to. He was straight. Lane didn't want to do anything 'gay'.
But Gregg had a way with words, ways to explain things, again belaboring the point, straight guys fuck gay boys too, citing circumstances where straight soldiers, away from home will fuck a guy, or other circumstances where straight man-to-man sex was the case.
"Same as fucking a girl," Andriu agrees.
Not that he was agreeing with them, Lane says, "One problem... I've never fucked a girl!"
Having all the answers, Gregg Underwood comes up with, "Cool! Here's some practice for you then, Lane!"
Meanwhile, off to the side, Mike-Robert had taken up with being Jared's mentor, his hand encasing Jared's stiff shaft, Jared, for the first time in his life, his hand around another man's hard cock, that of Mike-Robert.
"Oh yeah... that's good... that's good, baby," Mike-Robert cooed.
As his hand made Jared feel good, Mike-Robert licked his lips, wanting oh-so-much to have his lips wrapped around, mimic what his hand was doing. Suddenly he made a split-second, cooperate decision, only without even Jared's approval, with the expectation of possibly getting his lights punched out, bent in half and hand fed cock into his mouth.
"Mi-i-ike-Robert! What are you... d-do-ing..." His hand slid off Mike-Robert's cock. Strangely, he wasn't getting into it and when Mike-Robert bent in half, his hand was pulled off. A gut reaction had been to push Mike-Robert away, placing his hands on the nineteen year old's shoulders, but with the warm orifice working him now, he chose to just allow his hands to lay there. "Ohh-h-h-h!" he voices opinion of how good it feels!
"OMG! What tha? Jared, you're gay?" Lane immediately thinks.
'All' the answers, Gregg says of Mike-Robert giving Jared a blowjob, "He's probably thinking it's some babe on her knees giving him some lip action!" He laughs.
But Jared's not answering, just reacting to what feels good.
And for all their crafty planning, Gregg has instructed to lay over the edge of the bed. "Hey, I'm ready Lane!" Mitch calls out.
Not paying attention to Mitch, Lane still gawks at Mike-Robert on his knees, pleasuring his 'straight' brother.
It's Gregg who taps Lane's arm, saying, "Are you going to fuck your bitch or what?"
"My what?" Lane asks, turning to Gregg, then sees Mitch's ass splayed on the bed, his attention then drawn totally from Jared.
"Fuck his ass? Sounds kind of gross," Lane says.
Then Gregg, tapping Adriu, says, "C'mon Andriu. Let's show Lane how it goes."
"But guys... I have no intentions on...." he was shut up by the fact he was witnessing the first time seeing two gay dudes getting it on.
And, as Mike-Robert is making Jared feel good, Jared switches his head around on his neck to face the fucking, makes comment, "Oh no."
Mike-Robert pops off with a slurp, asking, "What? You don't like me sucking you?"
"Um, no... I mean it's good. Yeah, you're doing a good job... I like it. It's just that," he smiles down at Mike-Robert and says his honest-to-goodness, gut feeling, "I think watching them is turning me on!" He giggles, thinking it's funny to think it.
Giving the alternative, Mike-Robert says, "Well, if you don't want to fuck me, you can unload down my throat?"
"Huh? You mean when I come, let it go in your mouth?" Jared says with skepticism.
"Yeah. Love the taste of cum, but love it more when it's sitting in my stomach," Mike-Robert replies with excitement, like drinking sweet nectar.
All foreign to him, not knowing the protocol, Jared says, "If it's what you want?"
"Believe me," Mike-Robert says, "when you shoot your load, it'll be what 'you' want too!"
Smiling, Jared simply okays it, "Okay."
And the two go at it once more. However, Mike-Robert does coerce Jared into lying down on the bed. Being Mitch and Gregg have their asses humped over the foot of the bed, he had Jared lie down across the top. He also tells Jared, "If it turns you on, keep your eyes on Mitch and Gregg getting fucked!"
But there's one question in Jared's mind. "Wait. If Andriu's going to fuck Gregg, then.... Lane?"
His brother standing there, holding his own cock, keeping it firmed, Lane makes excuse, "What could I do? They talked me into it Jared!"
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