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 23 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Hey, you deadbeats!" Alex places the toe of his foot on Michael's stomach and gives it a jiggle.
First to awaken, Michael yells, "Fuck off Alex. Can't you see we're having some quality time together?"
"I guess he told you Alex!" Kyle says.
"What's happening?" Scotty asks, squinting his eyes. He then takes note, "What happened to the sun?"
"It's nighttime," Kyle says.
"Yeah," Alex cuts in, "and if you guys want to make the final show and get your prizes, you better get ready!"
It's then both Scotty and Michael notice Kyle and Alex, dressed in long black pants, but sandals on their feet. As Scotty gets up, aiding his lover, they notice they are shirtless, but have fancy black bow ties around their neck.
Michael asks, "Where did you get them from?" he eyes them from head to toe.
Alex tells them, "Everyone was left a set on their bunks."
"Cool!" Michael says.
Upon hearing some music sounding from the dead of the evening surroundings, Michael says, "We better get a move on!"
They brushed themselves off as they ran, Scotty returning to pick up both towels.
Kyle and Alex smiled, watching Michael turn to run, his speedo sagging, showing his ass crevice!
"Did you see what I saw?" Alex asks.
The two laugh their asses off!
"Last night of all this luxury," Kyle says, the two walking off towards the theater complex.
"I think it gets kind of tiring," Alex sums up. "I don't think I could take too much of it all the time."
"I know," Kyle says, "but being in the fashion industry Alex, you know, at times you're going to have to be running from event to event?"
"I hope I'll have somebody to run with me!"
"Anybody in particular?" Kyle asks, just before Alex pins him to a column in the garden they are passing through.
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"Crap! Our last night here and we have to be on the damn job!" Vince complains.
Jorgen settles, "At least Geoff assigned us to the same quadrant. Besides, with everyone at the theater, it's sure to be pretty quiet out here?"
"Until the theater breaks for snack-time!" Vince says, as the two stand with one foot up on the railing, leaning over the top, on one of the wooden decks flanking the theater.
Running his arm around the back of Vince's uniform, Jorgen says, "Maybe until they let the floodgates loose we can get in some quality time?"
And just as their lips move in for a sweet kiss, they're snagged, "I'd call that highly illegal in a court of law?"
It was Geoff, making the rounds, with Swifty on his arm.
"Easy for you to say," Vince replies. "How come you get off the hook and get to go to the party and we have to play Robocop?"
Swifty says, "Happens when you get to be the big cheese!" He laughs.
"Maybe next year 'you' should be the 'big cheese', Vince!"
"Me?" Vince questions Geoff. "What about you?"
"Yeah," Swifty asks, "I thought you were coming back next year?"
Jorgen interjects thought, "Didn't Cayman offer you a full time job?"
Smiling, Geoff replies, "I'm a thirty-eight year old man. Got myself a nice partner. I think before I get too on in my years we should think about doing some things together."
"Like Saturday night bingo?" Swifty guesses.
They all laugh, Geoff picking up the pace, "I thought maybe we'd take a trip to the old hometown and vicinity?"
"Where do you call home, Geoff?" Jorgen asks.
Swifty answers, "Geoff is from the land down under."
Vince was right there with the punchline, "Hmm... sounds like a pretty sexy trip!"
"No, Vince," Geoff replies, "'that' trip we make every night!"
It was a brief deviation from the call of duty, with a bunch exiting to the deck, Vince saying, "Duty calls!" He and Jorgen ushered the misdirected group of boys back into the theater.
On course, Geoff and Swifty headed around the building to the front of theater.
Inside the theater, it was like a gala ball, lookalikes in black pants and formal ties. Except for the waiters, none of the guests wore shirts and on their feet were various colors of sandals. The waiters were donned in the same attire, except had white, sleeveless, frilly shirts to accompany their bow ties, but to add to their sex appeal, a long 'V', almost to the waist kept guests guessing where their treasure trails were leading to.
"How do I look?" Michael stood before Alex, asking.
"Don't you know how to tie a tie?" Alex questions Michael, who has tied his bow tie like a Christmas package.
"I don't know how to do all this fancy, hifalutin' stuff Alex!"
Scotty adds, "I tried, but he wouldn't hold still for me!" He asks, "Where's Kyle?"
"Getting some food."
"Food?" Michael exclaims. "Where is he?" Expecting to find Kyle 'and' the food!
"So, all this spread is your creation?" Alex asks Scotty.
"Yes and I have to compliment everyone in the kitchen for executing it to my exact orders. It kind of left me on pins and needles, leaving everything to their direction, but it looks like all is to my specifications," Scotty replies.
Alex smiles, stating, "I bet you can teach those professors at the International Cooking School a thing or two when you get there!"
"I'm going with an open mind." But more on Scotty's mind he asks, "Alex, you and Michael are pretty close."
"Not like 'you' and Michael are," Alex says, more out of being cordial.
"No, but you get along well, more like brothers."
"I suppose you could put it that way, but what's on your mind?" Alex asks.
"I'm concerned about Michael finding something which interests him."
"Like in pursuing a career?"
"Yeah," Scotty says. "Do you have a hint to anything he might find to his liking?"
"He likes to sell my briefs. I forget how many dozen he's sold." Then it dawns on Alex, "Damn! I'm going to have to make 'all' of those dozens of briefs!"
"No reason why you can't have help Alex. Look at me. I designed the menu and all the other things which went into the banquet, but I didn't have much of a hand in preparation or presentation?"
Seeing where this was going, Alex says, "I suppose. But Michael, other than him being a great salesman, I really have no clue to anything else he is good at..." Then smiling, "Except being cute!"
It made Scotty smile, in confession, "I don't know how I could ever had made the mistake of almost losing him."
"It's this place," Alex replies. "I don't think we should come back again."
But Scotty differs, "It's a great opportunity for us Alex. We'll be back!"
"I suppose." Then, looking over Scotty's shoulder, Alex's eyes open as wide as saucers as he exclaims, "OMG!"
Turning around, Scotty shares Alex's vision of Michael carrying a plate with two hands, it heaped up to his eyeballs!
"You're 'not' going to eat all of that?" Scotty questions.
Michael replies, "Nope! Brought some for you too!"
Alex says, "You better hurry up Scotty, before he eats it all!"
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"It feels so good... I dreamed of this, Silas, but never knew it would feel this awesome!"
"Oh yeah," Silas replies as Caleb is both, working his ass with his shaft and stroking his cock nice and slow, his precum as lubrication.
"Like how long does it go before I cum?" Caleb asks.
"Until it feels right," Silas replies.
"I think we've been going at it for fifteen or twenty minutes," Caleb says.
He checked the time when they lay down, so they wouldn't be late for the theater party. Looking up at the lighted dial of the alarm clock, Silas says, "We're missing the theater party."
Pulling out some, about to where the head of his cock almost pulled from Silas' ass, Caleb replies, "We can still make it?"
Caleb felt a pair of hands on his ass, pulling him deep, maybe even deeper than before, into Silas' ass chamber, Silas with reply, "Who the hell cares!"
Doing a little math, Caleb then says, "So we've been going at it over an hour?"
"When it comes to pleasure, you can put no measurement on time. Just keep doing what feels good."
Hearing the affirmation from Silas, he knew that it wasn't only himself feeling great as he moved in and out of Silas' tight cherry hole. It was a little tough getting in and probably Silas bore the brunt of the pain, his cock stretching to get in, but now things moved along rather on a steady pace, until... "Oh, that was different!"
Silas didn't explain it, but just moved with the flow, getting into a synced rhythm, moving his torso at the right time, as Caleb moved in and out. "Ohh-h-h-h.. I think I feel it coming!" He exclaimed, Caleb quickening his pace, without anyone needing to explain. As he plunged deep into Silas, he felt his lover's hand placed over his and a violent upheaval of jerking himself. Soon, Caleb needed more momentum and his hand fell away from Silas' cock, his hands utilizing a hold on Silas' legs to help build. "Ohh-h-h-h! Ohh-h-h! Oh-hhhhhh!" Caleb exclaimed out loud as with all his might he shoved himself inside of Silas. And with each ejaculating spasm of seed he voiced the same interpertation of the most awesome feeling emanating from his soul. Later Caleb would question Silas of when he came, finding the pasty goo from Silas' eruption, sticking to his own stomach and pubes.
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"I won! I won! I won! Yeah! I won!" Michael jumped with joy, holding his numbered ticket up. And as two of the most handsome models paraded down the aisle of the theater, holding the big golden check, with the amount of $100,000.00 scribbled in the line of the enormous gift certificate from Braddock's, Michael stood there, not so much as gawking at the four-feet by two-feet check. First thing to come to Michael's mind, looking beyond his lover, he says, "Hey! We can get some wedding rings with this!"
Alex tells him, "You can get more than that, Michael!"
And then Michael went on to name an iPod, Bluetooth, and everything else trendy for the times.
It was the 'win' of the evening, the most valuable prize and Michael had won it, zipping him into instant stardom, even though he wasn't a model.
He tells the gang, "Y'know I think I've gotten enough hugs to last till next year?"
Scotty steps up to first base and says, "Even from me?"
Rather than some mushy phrase, Michael says, "Hey, when we get home can we go get some rings?"
It was 'Michael' and it sufficed for the loss of romantic words and Scotty accepting, giving his lover a big hug.
Alex joked, "Are you going to buy Kyle and me some rings too Michael?"
"Nope! Alex, I'm gonna buy you a fur coat!"
Kyle, tugging some of the hair on Alex's chest says, "He don't need no fur coat Michael!"
"Yummy! Can I have some of that too?" Came the voice from over Alex's shoulder.
They couldn't see, whom was reaching from behind Alex's back, cupping their hands over Alex's hairy pecs, but Kyle guessed, scolding, "Get your hands off my man's hairy pecs, Cristiano!"
Of course they all laughed, Cristiano releasing his hold on Alex after giving his nips a little tweak, saying, "Oh now you've gone and hurt my feelings!"
Alex says, "Not as much as you've hurt my nips!"
Leave it to Michael, "Can I try Alex?"
"What do you think Michael?" Alex puts it to him.
Michael more or less expressed himself by saying, "You don't know what I wanted from you Alex, right after I met you. You were so nice to me I wanted to show my appreciation."
Scotty was there. He knew what Michael was speaking of, but it was alright because it had been before he had met Michael. If it came down to it, he owed Kyle a lot too and if it was meant to be, he would show his appreciation, in more than words. But he knew Kyle didn't require it and neither was the case with Alex in regards to Michael. And he could understand Michael's longing to thank Alex in a way which seemed unethical. Strangely, after all this talk about wedding rings, then Michael's offering to Alex, as he looked upon Kyle he very much wanted to show the same type of appreciation!
Alex replies, "Michael, we can hug and exchange a kiss, but as far as anything else, I know you love me and there's no need to extend your gratitude in the way you're thinking it."
But they were all whacked out of their gourds when Scotty comes back with, "No Alex. I think you're wrong. Sometimes, in rare circumstances I think sex plays a part in being thankful."
"Huh?" Alex was thrown for a loop.
Before this could be talked out, they were gathering back inside the theater for the show. However, the content was not so easily digestible, where Alex was concerned. What stuck in his mind was what Scotty had opinionated and now, with thinking over what Michael said he was doubting his own credibility regarding thankfulness.
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"You can't leave him here! What happens if somebody comes in?"
DJ Rock deRock, fixing his hair, shaking it out, then combing it with his 'brush' and 'comb', right and left hands, replies, "There's plenty of other pieces of equipment to work out on."
Ron questions, "I'm not talking about that. What happens if somebody comes in here and finds Jake tied to the curling bar?"
Laughing it off, DJ Rock deRock, looking in one of the mirrors as he adjusts his speedo, "He's in position for either sucking or fucking."
"You're cruel DJ."
Before, he was too much into Jake, but now the action has worn down, he replies to Ron, "Rock deRock?"
"Pardon me," Ron replies, following the DJ to the door.
"On second thought," DJ Rock deRock says as he clicks the lock on the inside of the door, "don't want Jake all worn down for when my next break comes along."
And wouldn't you know, as with Alex, Ron used his cunning to lure DJ Rock deRock into the smaller gym for some GP action!
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"Oh cool!" Michael remarks at the next 'big' giveaway, Byron Rockwell, new model, much the same age as Michael, winning a weekend in New York City for him his chosen companion, with all the stops pulled out. "That's so awesome!" Michael shares his excitement with Byron. Then, to Scotty, "Maybe we can do the same with our money!"
"Michael," Scotty says, collaring his lover his hand, "we 'live' in New York. We can go anywhere we want at any time."
"Oh yeah. I forgot." Then back to Byron, "Hey, maybe you guys can come stay with us when you take your vacation!"
Neither Byron or the dude who he became close friends with, Micah Leander, an already established model, wanted to offend Michael, because they thought he was genuinely friendly and 'cute'.
But it was Scotty getting them off the hook, telling his lover, "Michael, the package includes them staying at a swanky hotel."
"Oh," Michael acts disappointed. Then, changing disposition, back to his happy self, "Then maybe we can go clubbing!"
This met with agreement to all and as it went, Micah and Scotty paired off, with him asking Micah how he got his start in modeling, being discovered by Cayman Karlyle and Stephen Braddock, Braddock checking out opening a store in the Short Hills Mall, Micah shopping at the Abercrombie store and being 'spotted'.
As for Michael and Byron they got along fantastically. "Oh that's so cool you go to high school. I never finished."
"Why? What happened?"
As the two stray through the crowd, Michael taking every bit of dessert offered from every waiter carrying a tray, he told his story of outing himself, being ostracized and then his trek across the country, winding up on a subway in New York City, "And lucky for me I was riding the same train as Alex. It's cool how he was really friendly with me because if he wasn't I might not be here today."
"And met the guy you love?"
"Yeah," Michael replies, still the effervescent attitude, "that too!" Also, on Michael's mind was the way in which Byron was treated. He felt swept up in the camaraderie, Byron being hugged by other models and he figured, since he was with Byron, it was the reason by which he was being included in the social affection. "I never have been more hugged before in my whole life!"
"It feels good to me too, especially when you think of only last week I was the geekiest kid in school," Byron adds, on a sad note.
"You don't look geeky to me," Michael replies.
"Oh sure. Now that they've taken away my glasses and replaced them with contact lenses and greased up my hair!"
"I can't imagine of what you looked like before. I wonder if they can do something with me?"
Looking at Michael, Byron says of his appearance, "Other then your bow tie, I think you look perfectly handsome!"
The untied bow tie lay dangling down Michael's chest, pulling it from around his neck, he complains, "Alex tied it for me, but I still don't like it. Kind of itchy on my skin. I don't think I'll ever get used to all this fancy stuff. How about you?"
Byron replies, "I go to school out here. Almost everybody suffers from having too much money in the bank. And even though I wasn't used to going to parties the other kids do, I've had to a lot of times dressed up for some occasion. I'm kind of used to it."
"Do you like have maids and butlers and all that stuff?"
Smiling, Byron wasn't into boasting, so put it, "Yeah, we've got all that stuff, but know what?"
"What?" Michael counters.
"I really like Micah and hope our friendship develops into something more."
"Why wouldn't it?"
"Because I'm afraid when he goes home, I'll hardly see him. Maybe never."
Michael somehow resembled Alex, the personality, becoming the tender 'father', putting his arm around Byron and trying to comfort, "Oh don't think of it as that." And then trying to lighten the atmosphere, "Pretty soon you and Micah will be coming to New York City. And you can come and visit us and we can all be together for some fun."
Looking up from playing with his fingernails, obvious giveaway Byron wasn't feeling comfortable with his emotions, he stares Michael in the face, saying, "You know what Michael?"
"What?"
"I never had a friend like you."
Not knowing what to say, Michael reflects back, "I never had a friend like you!"
But Byron felt it on a different plane, or maybe the same, but showed it by taking Michael in his arms. And, unlike the other models hugging him, deep inside Byron sensed more than the casual greeting as, skin-to-skin, he reports, "I think I really 'feel for you', Michael."
Breaking it up, Michael replies, "Um, want me to check?"
They both laughed it off, Michael's eyes suddenly so big at seeing a waiter holding a tray of little squares cakes, different pastel colors. "Oh man they look 'so' good!" Not only did Michael fill up his plate, but fingered them off the tray onto Byron's plate.
Smiling at Michael's greediness, the waiter takes the last four or five and piles them on, allowing his platter to drop to the side, hightailing it back to the kitchen for more.
When Micah and Scotty return, Micah exclaims, "Byron, really?"
Pointing a finger next door to him, Byron replies, "I'm only eating one or two. The rest are Michael's!"
"Trust me," Scotty says, "where Michael is concerned, nothing will go to waste!"
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Still hanging around outdoors, Vince and Jorgen staked out the theater deck. Dark and the lights mellow, it became the perfect atmosphere for some sweet moments.
"I wanted to do that since the first time I saw you?"
Vince says of the sweet kissing, which wasn't anything new to the couple, just a different locale, the timing right, "You could of forced yourself on me, you know?"
A giggle, Jorgen says, "Yeah, with you tied down to the table, it would've been easy as pie to take control of those lips."
"I still can't believe you can turn your personality on and off as you did. When you came in you sure did look like one scary dude!"
"And now?" Jorgen asks, Vince in his arms, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, hard cock to hard cock.
"Ahem! I hope I'm not breaking up any sweet, little tryst?"
Coupled, they uncouple real quick, Vince wiping his mouth off as if he just ate a slice of pizza. "Nope! What's on your mind Tom?"
Tom Space smiled as he walked up the three steps to join them on the deck. More or less off duty, even though he had some business intentions to settle, he speaks his mind with a fantasy approach, "Do you really want to know?"
"Um," Vince does the talking, "would you be on your knees?"
"Only if I'm in church praying and I don't go to church, so draw your own conclusions Vince?"
With a crude stab at humor, Jorgen asks, "Whatever you do, do you do it religiously?"
A grin creased his face, but being poorly delivered was half of Jorgen's problem in getting even a giggle out of the other two. Feeling sorry for his lover, he slowly starts to chuckle. Tom was a good sport about it too.
But Vince kept it short and asks, "So, Tom..."
"Cayman spoke with me late this afternoon. I informed him of Geoff Kenyon's decision 'not' to accept the position as head of security for the estate..."
Knowing where this was going, his and Jorgen's conversation with Geoff a couple of hours earlier, Vince was on pins and needles.
"... and so it is Cayman's wishes, if you would like to entertain the thought of accepting the position?"
Smiling, Vince let the feeling linger a bit longer.
Tom offers, "You don't have to give me your decision now, but let me say it would mean living at the estate," and turning to Jorgen, "I know you two are very close."
It was more or less a sealed deal for both of them, saving a step in seriously talking it over, when Jorgen asks, "Would there be room for me at the estate too?"
"Of course there would be. You two would take up residence in the quarters now shared by Kyle and Alex, until the old gardener's cottage could be remodeled."
"Old gardener's cottage?" Vince asks. Then making an assessment, because he's seen it, "That place looks like a bomb went off!"
Having a feeling, Jorgen asks Tom, "And if Vince hadn't accepted the position?"
Cracking a smile, Tom replies, "Cayman has checked your credentials. You have a degree in law?"
"You do?" Vince too does question, even though Tom knew because he did background check.
To Vince, Jorgen replies, "I guess we haven't covered all the bases yet."
Tom continues, "If you can brush up on your practice, achieve being licensed, Cayman would like to retain your services as a liason between local government and his public affairs. Again, neither of you need give me answer until tomorrow?"
"We'll talk it over, thanks," Vince replies.
"Enjoy your evening," Tom says, walking away.
He waited till Tom was out of sight, which not a tough thing to achieve, being he strolled into the pitch black of the night and as he did, Vince punches his fist to the sky, yelling, "Yes!"
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