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FOR SALE BY OWNER ~ Life On The Drawing Board 02 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Like OMG!"
"Stephen!"
Peter was the only one not showing his astonishment of Stephen Braddock's cheerful giving, because he was asleep on the leather bench, the other two aghast at their 'benefactor' almost clearing out the boys section of his 'Nick' line of clothing.
Cheerfully, Stephen says, "Now if this doesn't buy me a ticket to the lad's birthday party...."
Still hanging around, Garth Chilton says, "Well! I wasn't invited!"
Being snotty, Stephen replies, "You didn't buy the kid anything, you stingy fuck! How do you expect to get invited when you didn't buy the kid anything, cheapwad!"
Wanting to put it over on Stephen, especially seeing the folding cart loaded with pants, shirts, hoodies and personal items, Garth announces, "Well! That settles it! We're having the party at my ranch in Jersey!"
Still thinking he's had it over on Garth, Stephen replies, "Haven't you forgotten about asking who's in charge?" he looks to 'Alex'.
"Exactly where is this ranch?" Alex first inquires.
"Well!" Garth exclaims, adding some valor, "Chilton Stables is only the foremost equestrian center in the northeast, located in Colt's Neck, New Jersey!"
"Among other things," Stephen says, smiling as he and Garth exchange stares.
For now, Alex left that part alone, saying, "I think Peter should have a say in this."
Feeling a small hand slip into his, Peter yawns out, "I should have to say what, Alex?"
"Woof!" Garth announces, like he's calling attention to himself, to say something.
Still groggy, Peter answers with a faint "Grr-r-r".
"Well! What I was thinking is, what fun is having a birthday party in a stuffy little apartment," even though Garth hadn't realized they lived in an upright condo, quite spacious, "when you and your friends can enjoy the luxury of having fun at my horse farm?"
First on Peter's mind, putting New Jersey together with the shore and sunshine, "Do you got a pool we can go swimming in?"
"Why of course!" Garth had his fingers crossed behind his back.
Tugging on the pocket of Alex's pants, Peter looks up to him and asks, "Can we have my party at the ranch? Can we?"
It wasn't Alex deciding, but rather Stephen's and Garth's bickering back and forth which followed, Stephen insisting on picking up the tab for the food, then Garth, the entertainment, but it's Peter who questions, "Are there going to be any kids there?"
It stopped both men in their bidding, Garth finally saying, "Well! Of course! We'll rent some!"
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"Hey, how's it going?"
By the time Micah and Byron descended a few steppes of the multi-tiered rendering of gardens, patio and pool they were as naked as the colony of art students.
Byron, addressing one of the students, marveled at his physique, from the top of his head to the tip of his head! "Good, and you?" he said. He looked around for moral support, but found Micah was near the vanishing point of another step downwards, so he was on his own.
"Um," he scans Byron from face to his golden blond pubes, "it would be an honor if you would consider posing for me sometime?"
Being Byron wasn't declaring an interest in any art-form at the moment, he mimicked back, "Sure, if I can do the same?"
Taking a sip of champagne, then setting the glass down, the student, looking maybe a year or two older, walks up to Byron, weaves one hand in between his pit and the side of his chest, touching as he says, "You have the most exquisite nips!" He crocks his head, leans over began sucking on Byron's right nip!
"Excuse me!" Byron jumps backwards, which causes quite a pull on his nip!
A guy, his back to Byron, starts cursing him out for spilling his own drink all over himself, "Hey you stoopid fu..." but realizing who it is, "oh, no problem for 'the man' of 'the man'!"
Then, the dude who was sampling Byron's nip, walks past him and says, "Here, let me get that for you!"
Byron watches as the dude who hit him up for a nip-suck, casually begins licking the champagne off the dude's bod, sinking fast to his knees.
About the same moment, another guy walks over to Byron, offering his hand, "Hi. I'm Jeremy, Micah's former boyfriend."
He knows Micah never mentioned a 'Jeremy', but then neither of the two talked past relationships. Remaining neutral, Byron replies, "Oh 'hi'. I'm Byron."
He then expected something like, 'I hope you have better luck than me', but Jeremy bestows upon him, "It didn't work out for us, probably my fault, but we're still friends. Hey, you want to take a dip in the pool?"
Even though Byron didn't drink this early in the day, the others apparently had no inhibitions about doing so. However, the hot sun in itself was enough to create a sheen of sweat on any of the continuous wave of luminescent bods. "Sure," he replies. He allows himself to be ushered under the umbrella of Jeremy's arm to the nearest pool entry point.
It could've been fate, meeting up Jeremy getting some inside information, "My loss, you're gain, you're getting the man of a lifetime," they slip into the pool without hardly a wave. "I should've appreciated what I had, having Micah as a friend and... sorry, I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."
Byron knew what was coming, but never said, the word 'lover', "I know," sufficed.
Giving instruction, Jeremy perks up, "Hey, I'll race you to the end of the pool?"
"Um, like 'where' would that be?"
Being the pool encompassed passage between decks of gardens, so the drops as if locks of a canal. Jeremy instructs, "When you go 'over' the edge, keep your bod straight."
Joking, Byron says, "Isn't that impossible for us gay guys?"
Before heading out on their excursion to the end of the line, Jeremy replies, "I have this strong belief you and Micah are going to be together for a long, long time... maybe even forever! Race ya!" He takes off.
Hesitating, Byron dwell on Jeremy's words, but then realized he better get a move on it if he ever planned on winning the race!
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Parting, Garth Chilton says to Alex, as well as giving him a hug, "Well! Thanks for picking out the tie. I love it!"
He almost retracted his suggestion, but then thought of the implications of Garth returning to work and everyone whom he came in contact with, being humored by the clash in patterns and colors, 'Nah!'
Kyle addresses Thomas as the two work at folding all of Peter's clothes, "Garth seems very fond of you?"
Smiling, Thomas replies, "Actually I've been out to his ranch more than once!"
His jaw dropping, Kyle is stunned, "Thomas Ladner, you little fox!"
Thomas explains, "At first, when Garth came in the store he would phone ahead to make sure I was here. When Garth dropped my name at a party, where Stephen was in attendance, I suddenly excelled to number one on the roster of store employees. If I'm not on the clock on a particular day Garth wants to come shopping, I get paid extra."
"Nothing wrong with that," Kyle replies.
"One day, I'm called in to help Garth shop and he chooses like piles of clothes. I should have been suspicious, but I was new to the city and hadn't much money, so agreed to deliver them out to his ranch. That was when I drove my dad's old van, before it died on me on the New Jersey Turnpike."
"One thing I have no patience for," Kyle says, "getting stuck on the road."
"I would be too, only after I phoned Garth, telling him of the delay, not only does he show up with a tow truck, but another van to carry the goods and his transportation to carry me!"
"Red sports car?" Kyle quizzes.
"No, actually it was his butler on a yellow Kawasaki."
"Awesome!" Kyle replies.
"I'll say. And Garth's butler, not your stuffy, old Englishman, but a hot, twenty-four year old bearded guy, who when I put my arms around to hold on, he unzipped his jacket and I had the extreme pleasure of handling his 'undergarments', if you know what I mean!"
"Oh man! You're like the luckiest guy I know, Jeremy!"
Laughing, Jeremy renders, "That's the same thing George said about himself."
"The butler," Kyle put two and two together.
"George said it was the hottest motorcycle trip he's ever taken, feeling my piston on his ass the whole time!"
The two laughed, Alex and Peter interrupting, "We're hungry!"
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They couldn't get clearance to leave the dock, but Michael and Darryl really enjoyed a coupla hours inside the bod of the submarine, Darryl showing him around the fine vehicle for undersea travel, which Michael now owned, courtesy of his winnings from Cayman Karlyle's Stud Muffin party and the generosity of Stephen Braddock for kicking in the balance and sales tax.
"Is getting out as easy as getting in?" Michael asks.
"Now, how would you be meaning that Michael?" Darryl asks.
Darryl, climbing out and onto the dock, wasn't watching ahead of him. As Michael turns around, he rams right into Michael, knocking him over, pinning him to the dock floorboards.
Concerned of the football tackle, Darryl asks, "Are you alright, Michael?"
"I dare ya to do it right here!" Michael jokes with a giggle, as Darryl lay right on top of him.
Darryl replies, "Do you think we're up for that yet?"
"Maybe not," Michael said about going all the way, "but I want you to know it might be soon because I like you a lot Darryl?"
Doing a pushup to get himself off of Michael, Darryl says, "If I lay here any longer it might be unavoidable!"
Michael smiled, the two eye to eye as Darryl helped him to his feet.
Darryl comes up with the suggestion, "What would you like for lunch?"
"You?" Michael smiles, blushing a little.
They were the only ones on the wharf, but even if they were not, Darryl would not bat an eye, walking up to Michael, butting his stomach up against him, "How did that go about liking me a lot?" He followed up with what he thought it meant, kissing Michael.
Shortly, Michael is asking, "What happens if somebody sees us?"
Giggling, Darryl says, "This is New York City, not the Bible-belt!" He then ushers Michael away, up the plank and onto the sidewalk.
"I've only got a couple of bucks for lunch, so make it a hot dog or something," Michael tells him.
"Okay," Darryl replies, but smiling because he knows two bucks isn't going to cover where they're going!
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"I think you missed a branch at the very tip, or top.... oh what the hell... at the tippee top!" Hugo Zondo laughed his ass off at his own fumble.
Standing there on a ladder, Ellio chopped off the last row he intended on cutting before lunch. Too, he rolled his eyes, almost sure of what he was about to find when he stepped down the ladder and turn around. Sure enough, as he reluctantly says, "Hello Hugo," he's stunned by the muscle-bear, totally in the buff, dressed with a champaygne bottle in one hand, two crystal flutes in the other.
"I thought maybe, since you've been baking out here in the sun all morning you would care for some refreshment?"
"Thanks Hugo, but..." Ellio's hand makes reference to the bushes, "this side of the hedge is kind of shady."
He was looking for an 'out' and if it wasn't for Geoff Kenyon happening by, "Ahem! Excuse me there Mr. Zondo, but did you happen to leave your swimwear near the pool?" In reality, Geoff had already began feeling some stirring in the loins, approaching the sidewalk trail where Ellio and Hugo Zongo conversed, but this being business and not pleasure, he contained himself.
At this point Ellio had to laugh, though he kept his humor to himself when Hugo turns from him, to Geoff, "How about getting out of that stuffy uniform and you and me can get to know each other down at the pool?"
"I'm going on a hunch Hugo, that word didn't get to you about the new rules governing proper attire on the grounds outside of living quarters?"
Ellio smiled, giggled even, watching Hugo close in on the security manager, each time Geoff stepping backwards. Too, Hugo playing Geoff sort of ran like a porn movie and it was getting him horny. He rubbed the seam of his work pants, making the story go the way he wanted. As soon as he had his eyes closed, his hand slipped down between his pants and skin. "Oh yeah," he rubbed his thickening shaft through his briefs, thinking of Geoff giving in, stripping down, throwing Hugo over the marble bench and fucking the living daylights out of him.
"Having fun playing with yourself?"
"Huh?" Ellio woke up to reality. "But..." he looked around, noticing Geoff and Hugo gone and in their stead, some Asian dude standing there. Then the essence of being caught, made him remove his hand from his pants. "I was just fixing things," Ellio alluded to. Then, to completely cover up the incident, he changes the subject, after staring at the dude, "You're from Chings!" He saw the uniform.
Walking up to Ellio, his hand over his shoulder, holding garments wrapped in plastic, he says, "Last week we lost one of Mr. Karlyle's suits and found it. I'm here to return it."
"Last time I saw him, he was headed out. I think he has an appointment in London or something," Ellio replies. "So, which of the Ching brothers are you?" He would have let it slide, only Ellio started to dig the looks of the Asian dude. Too, even though Ellio is six-foot-two, Ching measured up to almost his height. Sometimes it was tough to find basketball-sized dudes!
"I'm Robbie and," as he closes in on the landscaper, "I know you're Ellio."
"Oh yeah? Good news travels fast!" He laughs.
Hanging the suit on the ladder, Robbie moves in fast, saying, "I also know you have a hot bod under all those clothes."
Looking perplexed, Ellio asks, "Oh yeah? Tell me. Who's your source?"
"Darryl? The poolboy?"
"Darryl!" Ellio exclaims. "I should have known!"
Getting randy, Robbie asks, "Have you ever had him suck you? He's a fantastic cocksucker."
This dashed Ellio's hopes of getting to know Robbie beyond a friendly arrangement. "He's good huh?"
"Not as good as me!" Robbie says.
Ellio looked down, peering down his bod, because Robbie's hand has just paid attention to his crotch. "Oh yeah? Like how would that go?"
As they lock eyes, Robbie informs him, "Every now and then when we're not getting any action we'll match up for a 6-9 and have the pleasure of swallowing each other's load. However," he throws hint, "I would much rather please a man who knows how to show his appreciation!"
Ellio wasn't sure about all this. Sure, Robbie Ching was hot looking and sure knew how to sweet talk himself into a guy's crotch, but, "Well right now I've got a job to do...." Ellio almost was sorry saying it, because it made Robbie lay off his zipper area!
"I understand. And so do I. What are you doing later?" He picks the hanging garments off the ladder.
"I thought I'd go into town a find a beer," Ellio replies.
As he turned to walk towards the main house, Robbie replies, "Let me know if you need help finding it!"
Watching Robbie's tail, it made Ellio first bite his lip, then call out, "Hel-l-l-l-l-p!"
Turning around, Robbie yelled back, "I'll pick you up at seven!"
As he came back to his ladder, Ellio questions himself, "Now why the fuck did I do that?" Then he remembered, he was quitting for lunch, stepping down the ladder he stepped up!
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
`FOR SALE BY OWNER ~ Life On The Drawing Board' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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