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: ReaDy FoR THe CiTy' 07 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"You know what is strange?"
"What?" Micah asks, as the two wade their legs in the pool.
"I hardly recognize anybody from the Stud Muffin party. Too, at the party there were waiters buzzing all over the place?"
"At the Stud Muffin party they are called 'waiters'. When there aren't any special events going on, the normal staff, which is given furlough, while hired people come in, return from their time off. Too, the staff are more called 'servants'. Tom Space explained it to me like this and said there's a difference. Draw your own conclusions."
"I have," Byron says with a smile, settling his hand onto Micah's.
Smiling back, Micah knew where this was leading and instead of waiting for Byron, he leans in and they kiss.
However, they are abruptly cast out of their tender moment when Ellio surfaces from the water and sprays them with pool water.
"Elliot, you idiot!" Byron jokes.
Ellio laughs his ass off!
Micah boldly says, "Well, if you're not going to anything about it," he jumps from the edge of the pool, both hands landing on Ellio's shoulders, deep-sixing him on his way underwater.
Suddenly, there are two bare feet at Byron's side.
Looking up a pair of hairy legs, a dude lowers a tray of small shrimp, asking, "Would you care for an appetizer before dinner?"
Byron's eyes settle on something more than shrimp. He knew he was probably being snagged for checking on the dude's cock and balls, so switched direction, "Are you a servant or a waiter?"
Helping himself to a seat next to Byron, his bare ass slaps the wet pavement. "Actually both, but," and he took a shrimp for himself, "more a servant."
"Are you allowed to eat with the people you service?"
Byron didn't catch on, but the servant was dwelling on the word, 'service', making a joke of it, "Service? What context would you be meaning that?"
In exclamation, Byron replies, "Oh! I didn't mean 'service' like in... in..."
Nudging Byron with his elbow, the servant says, "I know. I'm just pulling your leg."
Getting even, Byron says, "How would you mean that?"
In his late twenties, dark brown hair, buzz cut, a thin beard running along his cheek bones, he replies, "Touche!" As if dueling swords. He then wipes a hand off on his thigh, offering it to Byron, "Travis Coffman, but I highly suggest you stick to 'Travis'."
Shaking Travis' hand, Byron says, "I'm Byron Rockwell."
"I know." And to infer, "That's Micah Leander and the dreamy Italian stud in the water is Ellio Baccolini, and by the looks of him, it looks like he could use my help!" And shoving the shiny metal plate of shrimp into Byron's hands, "Here, hold this a minute!" He falls into the pool, underwater, and heads like a submarine towards Ellio.
"OMG!" Byron calls out, when the tray tips, the shrimp falling into their almost-natural habitat!
Five seconds later, "Holy cow!"
Switching his attention to above, he is beset upon by a guy his own age holding a net on the end of a long pole.
"Sorry 'bout that," Byron says to him. He figures, holding the net, the blond dude was some type of 'fisherman'. "Wait! I-i-i know you!"
"Yeah, I remember you too. Byron, isn't it?"
Byron smiled up at him, but confesses, "I saw you around a lot at the Stud Muffin Party, but I didn't get your name."
"Darryl, but I better get to getting those shrimp before they clog the filter!"
One big difference Byron notices, between Darryl and Travis, were the 'loins'. Whereas Travis' were uncovered, Darryl wore a brilliant white speedo. He wondered what 'went' with that!
"Hi!"
He would have guessed it another of the staff, but the voice was familiar and dripped water on him like a dog shaking off after a bath.
"Oh, did I get you wet?" Micah asks, plopping his ass down.
"Only enough so I don't have to shower!" Byron tells him. "So Elliot got tired of chasing you around?"
"Nah. He found a new fish in the sea!"
"I thought maybe it might be the other way around."
"Regardless," Micah says with a nod, "I have a feeling the two aren't sticking around.
Suddenly, Darryl pops up, right in front of him, "Oh by the way, I have a message for you."
"Me or him?" Micah asks.
"Both. You're supposed to wear tux, but no shirt, to dinner," Darryl replies.
"And how long ago were you supposed to give us this message, Darryl?" Travis talks down to him, as if a parent.
"Oh-h-h," Darryl thinks to the air, "about fifteen minutes ago?"
Tapping Byron on the chest with the back of his hand, Micah exclaims as he gets up, "C'mon. Worst case scenario is being late to dinner!"
Byron replies as he takes an offered hand, "But it's ten o'clock at night."
"Have you had your dinner?" Micah asks.
"No."
"It's dinnertime!"
"Bye guys," the eighteen year old pool-keeper yells.
"See ya Darryl!"
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"Mm-m-m... Mm-m-m... Mm-mm!" Mohan mumbled from down in his throat as he sucked on Scotty's hard shaft.
So far, after Master Jim had pounded his gut, he hasn't been treated poorly. Still, Scotty was unsure of his future. It was tough to dwell on the 'bad', with so much 'good' happening. For sure he knew what was about to become of his immediate future, because he was getting very close to climax. He whimpered when Mohan stopped tonguing his tool from fully engulfed.
"I suspect you are close?" He forgot. Scotty couldn't communicate it in words. However, from his hips, with a slight bucking action, the minute amount he could, considering his eagle-spread position, Mohan figured it was time to make his move. Assuming a position of straddling Scotty's ribcage, his leaking cock sat on Scotty's hairy upper abs. He swiped some of his own pre-cum and reached around to lube his ass up. "This is going to be so-o-o sweet!" Knowing Scotty couldn't talk, he went for a ballpark figure, "What are you? Eight? Nine? Ten?"
Of course he went over the mark by one, but for Scotty he was having mixed reactions. He was brought to the point of climax and yearned to follow through, but it sort of repulsed him, the man who helped get him in this predicament, was ready to sit on his pole. But like everything else, he didn't have a say in the matter, so just accepted his destiny and watched as Mohan 'sat down'.
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"What'd he say?" Alex asked Kyle, first one to question him upon disconnecting with his detective friend.
When Kyle wanted to be, he could be very forceful and official, responding, "Raul said they can't go looking for somebody without a report filed."
"Did you tell him it was a friend of a friend?"
"No," Kyle said. With modesty, "I just told him I'm filing the report!"
Alex then asks with sarcasm, "Oh, so now all he has to do is fill out a mountain of paperwork?"
Way ahead of Alex, plus his special connections with Raul, Kyle replies, "Not exactly. He says he's acting first and then if there's a problem, he'll fill out the paperwork."
"What do you mean if there's a problem? 'Our friend' could be run off the road or in a plane crash and..."
One of the few times he's seen Alex flustered, Kyle is soothing him both physically and mentally, "Calm down, Alex. You don't know Raul like I know Raul."
"True," Alex stretched his shoulders back, moved his head side to side.
"He's going to check out the airports upstate and see what he can dig up and will call us when he finds out anything."
From the door Michael hugs the molding, Darryl right by his side, "Did you get in touch with your friend?" Michael asks Kyle.
"He's on it and said not to worry," Kyle replies. Walking over to Michael, who looked a little jumpy, he puts his arm around him and assures him, "And when Raul says 'not to worry', he means not to worry, okay?"
"Okay," Michael replies. Kyle surrenders Michael into Darryl's cuddling arms.
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It's strange, how enemies can change towards the good and even 'work together', Mohan sitting atop Scotty's hard erection, his legs like jack-knived with each thrust of Scotty's torso.
With respect to Scotty's affliction, being tied eagle-spread to the table, Mohan thought it a rougher ride with unbinding the ropes holding his legs towards the corners of the pool table. For the moment, Scotty put off his arms still being bound, because the essence of male coupling, causing hot, sexual vibrations made him forget about this troubling matter.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Scotty sighed as Mohan's tight ass caused his hips to buck. Too, not experiencing it before, it was affecting the aura of Mohan's sexual ride as well as his inclination towards the fucking action, Mohan teasing his nips. Too, at times, even though he was Mohan's prisoner, at times when Scotty opened his eyes, from squinting from the pleasure, he actually was compelled to reach out and touch the dark nips hiding in Mohan's chest fleece. He couldn't believe it, let alone Mohan, when he reacts, "I want you!"
"What?" Mohan questioned in disbelief.
"I want your ass!"
With question, Mohan replies, "You've got my ass!"
"I want more of it!"
Driven, Mohan stands right up on the pool table, lowers himself off the side. First unsure, his vacant ass drives him to the conclusion he needs a refill, untying Scotty's hands.
Stretching to get the kinks out of the bondage position he was put in, Scotty was hotter than a sunny day in July.
On his guard, Mohan stood there like a wrestler, but he was no match for Scotty's sexual heat.
Scotty was no prizefighter, but he could throw a punch. After shucking the ball gag, he lied, saying as he approached Mohan, "All I want is to fuck your hot ass!"
Mohan bought it and as he stood up straight, stepping out of his confrontational stance, Scotty moved in with lightning fist. "Ugh-h-h!" he called out when Scotty planted his fist in his cushy midsection.
"Now to give you a taste of your own action!" Not a malicious person,what got him into this fix to begin with, Scotty threw Mohan over edge of the pool table, his ass landing in a convenient position. He wasn't planning on it, but the ropes which held his own wrists, were right there and in no time he crudely worked them for his own good, around Mohan's wrists. Lastly, with no mercy, he drove his cock in deep.
Howling, Mohan crooned, "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!" He wasn't too keen on being the bound victim, but stopped fighting the ropes.
Thinking only revenge, Scotty shoved himself at the pool table, capturing Mohan's ass in the balance. He could feel his balls hit ass, but mainly scraping the sides of his cock is what was turning him on.
He smirked when Mohan yells out, "I'm sorry I squeezed your nips! I beg of you... " breath, "have mercy! Don't torture my nips, please!"
It was like Mohan begging him not to fuck his ass, as he pulled out and drove inwards, the two already developing a rhythm, Mohan's ass plunging backwards as Scotty dodged forwards. Figuring it the biggest dropped hints, he reaches under Mohan's arms, his forearms scraping his hairy pits and fingering Mohan's chest for the tiny nubs. Then Scotty got vicious!
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"This is 'nice'!" Byron said with a little shyness, him and Micah showing up for dinner in the Karlyle dining room.
"Wait till you taste the food," Micah says as he and Byron, seated, are shoved under the table by two guys helping to serve.
"Nice," Byron says of one of them walking away, "I like the tattoo."
Saying of the elaborate Celtic cross on the servants back, Micah tells, "That's Patrick. I love his red hair and his green eyes are like so-o dreamy!"
"You don't like guys with blond hair and blue eyes?" Byron asks.
Smiling, Micah said of Byron's stats, as he leans over, shoulder-to-shoulder, "No, I like boys with blond hair and blue eyes, but there's only one I love!"
Byron smiles at him.
"What?" Micah asks, joking, "Am I being too corny?"
"Some," Byron replies, grinning.
The two exchange kisses.
"Hey you two, save that stuff for later?" Ellio says, seating himself. He furthers, "I'm surprised at you By... Micah here is gonna think I didn't teach you no table manners!"
They watch as the thirty-two year old Italian picks up a knife, breathes on it and wipes it with his cloth napkin.
"Where's your tie, Ellio?" Byron asks.
He explains, "Well you wouldn't no on account of you're as smooth as a cucumber, but for us hairy guys, wearing a tie without a shirt kind of gets the hair pinched at the neck line!"
Bending over to place glasses of wine in front of each, Travis replies, "I offered to give Ellio a trim, but he refused my services."
"Oh no," Ellio informs them rather in a loud voice, "nobody's touching this Italian rug. I happen to like a hairy chest!"
"I agree!" Came a voice from out of nowhere.
It was Cayman Karlyle and as he always greets people, he walks right over to Ellio, puts his hand on his chest and replies, "And this one is so nice and soft."
"Thanks," Ellio replies. And being Cayman so open about whom and where he touches, Ellio takes the liberty to doing likewise, saying, "Hey! Nice balls!"
By this time, Cayman's hand had waundered down Ellio's chest and soon he was making compliment, "You too!"
Next, they hear, "Am I missing out on anything?"
Losing interest in Cayman's balls real quick, Ellio gasps, "Who the hell is the adonis?"
Dark hair spiked with gel, short on the sides, trimmed beard lining the sides of his face, stripe up the chin, is the first thing to draw Ellio's attention. As he came closer, the dark brown hair under the jacket made him look beyond Cayman altogether.
Seeing he wasn't a figure of attraction, Cayman stands aside, welcoming his guest with general introduction, "Everyone, this is my new business partner, Hugo Zongo."
Ellio had to unseat himself for this dude, but when he did stand, he found out Hugo stood only about an inch taller. "Well hello there," Ellio extends his hand as well as his friendly smile.
Feeling mutual, Hugo states, "I am so pleased to meet you, um..."
"Pardon my manners," Ellio replies, telling him, "I'm Ellio."
Byron wondered 'what was up', thinking Ellio already had something going on with Travis, because he hadn't seen either of the two between the pool and dinner time. Yet, it didn't look like Travis was minding the attention Ellio was paying towards Hugo.
On the same lifeline, Micah leans in and tells Byron, "Don't worry about Travis. Like he told you at the pool, his job of making a guest comfortable is part of the job."
And then Byron began believing when Hugo looks over Ellio's shoulder, sharing opinion, "Have you met Travis?"
Ellio, opening up the conversation to three, says, "I have."
Bluntly, Hugo shares, "He's one helluva cocksucker, isn't that right Travis?"
It's nothing Ellio didn't already know, but right then and there, the luster Hugo came in with suddenly began to fade, him putting Travis on the spot.
"Uh," turning a little pink with embarrassment, "I guess so," Travis replies meekly.
Hugo then divulges, "That's something else about Travis, he's such a modest guy. He would never come out and say it, but he's also a damn got a hot cock to shove up an ass."
Not only crude, but sensing Hugo trying to deliberately berate Travis, probably because his purpose was being Ellio's dinner-mate and not at the moment one of the waiters, it ticked Ellio off. However, putting two and two together, about Hugo, he says, "I wouldn't mind finding out for myself later. Maybe Travis and I could take you on from both ends, Hugo?"
"Might be kinda hot," Hugo replies. But he wasn't through with Travis, moving over to where his chair is next to Ellio, saying, "Why don't you have a seat over by Cayman, pretty please?"
He put Travis in a spot where couldn't possibly refuse, part of his job being to please a guest.
But the message Hugo was sending to Travis registered loud and clear. As much as he was taken by Hugo's macho look, he felt real bad of how Travis was being treated, so says, "Sorry, but that's Travis' seat."
Looking up from where he sat down, Hugo looks up at Travis and asks, "Is this your seat?"
It was a quandary for Travis, glancing back and forth from Ellio to Hugo and back. He knew if he displeased Hugo, it would mean a backlash from Cayman, which in turn could mean termination. However, Ellio was a strong proponent in his court, so things could be rectified as turning out in a positive sense. "Um..."
Still trying to make Travis squirm, Ellio had had enough. He gets up from his chair, walks behind Hugo's chair, reaches down like he's about to take him at the seat of the pants, but instead the woven reeds of the chair and scoots Hugo right out from under the table.
"What the fuck?" Hugo clamours.
"Get the message yet Hugo?" Ellio exclaims.
Cayman, whom had been away from the dining room for a spell, arrives back. Now the three are put on the spot, but it's Cayman who solves the mystery of who is going to occupy the seat, "Hugo, you're sitting over here by me!"
Whether to please Cayman, or not, it would remain a hidden motive, Hugo saying, "I guess I'm sitting by Cayman," as he replaces the napkin on the table and walks around the table.
Sitting together, Ellio asks Travis, "Will you tell me what that was all about?"
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Nearing, Scotty had a better idea, rather than shooting his load up Mohan's guts. Hed pulled out, stroking himself, but then didn't want to waste his internal fluid on the carpeting. Jumping up on the pool table, he grabbed Mohan by the scalp.
Getting the hint, Mohan opened wide.
Right in his mouth, down his throat, Scotty drove his fuck tool and it was just in time, as he expelled his pent up emotion. When he finished, he fell to his knees on the table, some dribbles soiling the green felt. Panting, he fell to his back, waiting out recovery. Closing his eyes, he couldn't stop saying how fantastic is was.
"Maybe you come again?" Mohan said, on all fours, above him.
"How did you?" Scotty questioned him free of the ropes, as he propped himself up on his elbows.
"I could have stopped you long ago?"
It sent a message, the two looking at each other, Mohan with his toothy grin.
"You're not fooling me one bit. I knew you craved to have your ass filled!"
"And now I help clean you up!"
Almost ready to protest, Scotty didn't fight the feeling as Mohan began licking around the base of his depleted cock, a hand moving it to the side as the cum-waste was siphoned off. As he lay there, things spiraled backwards until he came to the part where he was being tied to the table he now lay on, in an unknown and horrifying predicament. It then came him, something which made him stifle out of his recollection, "Master-Jim!" He sat up.
"What about him?"
Scotty tells the naked truth, "I've got to get out of here before he comes back!"
Leaving Mohan on the pool table, "Wait! I help you."
"Help me, Mohan?" Scotty searches for his clothes. "Help me right back in the hands of your friend?"
"They are in the red chest," he slips off his ass off the side of the table and walks across the room. Opening the lid, he says, "Come pick your clothes out of here."
Finding the clothes he wore earlier on, Mohan too chooses. Same time he's informing Scotty, "Master Jim, it is not in him to be mean. It is a game."
"Well, I don't like his game." It then also dawns on Scotty, "Hey, where's Ishaq?"
A pair of empty cuffs dangle from the ceiling.
"Most likely in Master Jim's bed with his other boy."
Scotty looks puzzled.
"Kevin's servant?"
"Kevin too," Scotty says, twirling his thumb in the direction of where Kevin passed out.
"Master Jim's bed," Mohan predicts.
Half-dressed, Scotty says, "Must be some night for Master Jim!"
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Given advice to go to bed, Michael still stayed up in the entertainment room. Next to him on the sofa, Darryl Trewent on his right, zonked out. Looking at Darryl's watch, he noticed the lifeless arm as he allowed it to flop down his thigh. "Darryl?" he tried stirring him.
After several pokes, Darryl opens his eyelids and questions, "What?"
"You're sleeping. You should go home," Michael replies.
"Do you want me to go home?"
Michael didn't want him to, but being a new encounter for both he shows concern, "You have a demonstration tomorrow, right?"
Before Darryl can say, a short guy walks in, rubbing his eyes, blinking and saying, "I can't sleep, Michael." Peter stands there with the look that speaks he wants the two to separate so he can fit in the middle!
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All through dinner Ellio exchanged smiles with Hugo. He smiled, Hugo smiled back. A few bites of food and Hugo was smiling at him, so he did likewise. At times Travis' thigh would clash with Ellio's thigh and cause Ellio to glance at Travis.
"You know, we should take Hugo up on his suggestion?"
Knowing very well what Hugo had conjured up in an instant, Ellio plays stoopid, "And what would that be?"
"Plug his mouth and ass?" Travis replies, sipping his soup from a spoon.
As if in aggreement, Ellio replies, "I claim the 'ass end'!"
"Y'know, Hugo should 'talk' about 'me' being a good cocksucker?"
Giggling, Ellio replies, "Y'know, if we keep on with this, I'm going to start feeling mighty hard between my thighs?"
"Save it for Hugo, 'for dessert'!"
And as it went, throughout dinner, Hugo would not be able to repeat much of anything Cayman had said to him, Cayman dividing his attention between Hugo, on his left and one of his new, hot models on his right. As soon as dinner concluded, Hugo swiftly bid goodnight to Cayman, his righthand companion being under his escort. As for Hugo, he more or less blocked Ellio and Travis' departure from the dining room.
Travis, more having the dibs on knowledge of Hugo, directs, "Hey Hugo, how about being our sex-slave for the night?"
If Ellio had been inside Hugo's head all through dinner, watching an HD screen of the six-foot-three, muscular, thirty-five year old's thoughts, he would have drawn an easy conclusion to the logic of Hugo's response, "I'm yours for the taking!"
Because, before dinner, Ellio was under the impression Hugo was top man on the totem pole of a whole list of bottom boys. He even questioned Travis, "Like what happened?"
Indirectly, Travis says, "Just wait... you'll catch on!"
Contrary to the trio walking away together, Byron turns to Micah and asks, "Is that it? Like dinner and...?"
Smiling, Micah says of it, "Cayman has his 'entertainment' for the night, Ellio and Travis theirs and," he places his hands on Byron's shoulders, lets them cascade downwards, "I have mine!"
When his hands got to Byron's wrists, Byron scooped up his hands in his, saying amorously, "You know, I like you very much Micah?"
Micah replies, "Like? I thought 'love' a more appropriate word for somebody who you're in love with?"
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
`For Sale By Owner: ReaDy FoR THe CiTy' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....