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FOR SALE BY OWNER ~ Life On The Drawing Board 06 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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How delighted was the thirty-six year old to learn of Chad looking for a home in New Jersey, he had personally recommended a real estate agent, only to be shot down by Kyle, already contacting Tom Vasco. However, it didn't put a dent in his ego, Garth Chilton was insistent on them all stopping by for brunch. Now, to Garth, all didn't mean just Chad and his little bro, but everyone present at the time, in his company.
So, the next morning, it wasn't the ding-a-ling of an alarm clock which caused the arousal of the upright condo, but Peter's voice, first tugging the sheet off his brother's briefs-clad bod, "Time to get up Chaddy!"
"What time is it?" Chad turned with eyes closed, contorting his bod to look at the alarm.
"I can't wait to see Garth's horses. Can you?"
"It's six o'clock, Peter!" Chad said, turning back to his brother.
"Oh," Peter said, hardly aware, nor caring. Then totally off subject, "Are you and Garth gonna get married?"
On the bed with his brother, Chad was as half-naked as the kneeling ten year old, making excuse, "Garth is thirty six years old. I'm twenty. There's a big difference in the ages between us."
In social circles, age is just a number, but to a young kid it made a difference, Peter responding with negativity, "Oh."
Seeing right through his sadness, Chad says, "But don't worry. I think you and Garth are good friends and you can go and see his horses anytime!" Of course he wasn't ruling out for himself, he and Garth could become more than friends.
Impetuously, Peter says, "What time can we go and see him?"
"Whenever everyone else wakes up and gets ready," Chad replies, settling back into a restful position, pulling the sheet up to cover at least half of his lightly haired, blond bod.
Peter asks, "Can I go watch television?"
Turning on his side, bringing the sheet up over his shoulder, like a lover caressing him, Chad replies, "Yeah. Sure."
"Neat!" Hopping off the bed.
Going to leave, Chad cautions, "Don't forget to put your bathrobe on, Peter?"
"Why? Everybody else doesn't!"
Well-knowing, having caught Alex in only his briefs while bending over to get something out of the refridgerator, Chad still refutes, "I know, but you're not everybody?"
Peter grumbles, "Okay," finding his little white bathrobe with all kinds of crazy colors all over it. He pulls it on and meticulously tries tying a bow. Flustered over the bulkiness of the terry tie, he gives it one tie and a pull, it clutching him around the middle at bellyhole level. It slipped his mind, 'television', but upon remembering, hustles to the entertainment room. Finding the one window shade drawn and dark, he flicks on the switch, immediately declaring, "Oops!"
Right before him on the sofa, Joey is naked and laying faced down on top of Kellan!
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"Oh shit-why can't it be Saturday?" Swifty complains as he hears a workman rev up a power saw.
Then a voice rings out, "Oh I am 'so' sorry. Are my workmen disturbing something?"
If his partner, architect Sigmund Voss were there, probably none of this would have come about, Boutros bin al-Misri walking right in on them, catching them in their after sex-after six embrace.
Tired of putting up with it, having been hit on a few times yesterday, Swifty reporting the same, Geoff puts his foot down, "You know, there's laws against one's privacy, Boutros?"
He had stepped two steps inside the doorless room, so steps back, replying, "Oh I am so sorry for intruding."
Visibly covering up himself and Swifty, sealing skin off from the invasion of their privacy, he furthers, "For whatever inane question you came to see us about, why don't you leave it to the asking at breakfast?"
Geoff knew he hit a raw nerve, Boutros getting bent out of shape, replying, "Whatever you wish, hmf," and stomping off out of view.
Being the opposite of perturbed, Swifty says, "Bet you wish you could have some fun with him at your 'Bearclaws' club?"
Hugging Swifty, rubbing his hands over his shoulders, he replies, "Oh yeah. Shackle him down to a horse and give that ass a good working over!"
Swifty smiled up at him.
"What?" Geoff counters.
"When you said it your hip gave a little gyrating action."
"Like this?" Geoff says, poking Swifty in the balls with his mild erection.
They've covered this territory before regarding an open relationship, spelling out conditions each thought would work.
Swifty replies, "I think I could get a jolt out of watching you get it on with Boutros?"
"Hmm," Geoff says of it, then says, "I don't know. Yeah, could be a turn on to fuck his fat, hairy ass, but then again, him being the person he is kind of turns me off."
With humor, Swifty tells him, "Nobody said you had to use your dick. Don't you have some nice little toys down at the Bearclan Clubhouse?"
Sadistically joking, Geoff replies, "Yeah. Hoist'm up and then gently let him down onto an orange traffic cone!"
More than ten years his junior, Swifty replies, "Then have some fun with your little cub?"
Pushing the memory of Boutros aside, Geoff looks upon Swifty's gentle, melancholy face and says, "I thought you didn't want to have anything to do with the 'Bearclan'?"
Smiling, he replies to Geoff, "That was then. This is now. I know things can get a little rough and rowdy with your 'bear' friends, but I'm under the impression you won't let anything bad happen to this cub?"
Grinning, Geoff says of his lover's decision, "You don't know how hot it would make me feel to finally walk into a Bearclan meeting with my very own cub!"
"I know," Swifty replies. It even made Geoff's grin bigger as he felt a pulsing in both their loins, him saying, "When's the next get together?"
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"What's that?" Kyle asks in sloppy speech, half stationed on, half off, Alex's chest.
"What's what?" Alex responds, his eyes closed and still, where he thinks, involved in the dream of a lifetime.
Both begin to stir, it becoming reality, the tiny thuds of a small, knuckled hand rasping on the second stair, followed by a faint, "Alex?"
The two finally coming to their morning senses, speak, "Peter!"
Knowing he's going to get flack from his lover, Alex unfolds the sheet from about them, swings his feet over the side of the bed, saying, "Coming Peter," as he searches for something to camoflage his loins. He spots his own handmade pair and a muscle shirt. Smoothing the shirt down over his chest, Alex descends two stairs, asking, "What's up Peter?" He sits.
"Can we have a man to man talk?"
First was, how come this wasn't happening between Peter and Chad, but then the curiosity was there, too, his mind returning to the homefront in Pennsy, of how his brothers and sisters came to him, or his relationship with his older sibling. "So, what's on your mind?"
"I wanted to watch Tv, but Joey and Kellan don't have any clothes on."
"Joey and Kellan?" Alex asks, a sketchy frame of mind about him, "Don't have any clothes on, is it?"
"Yup," the ten year old replies. "They are laying there, not moving." And then Peter perks up, guessing, "Hey! Maybe they're dead!"
"They are 'not' dead Peter," Alex can assure him. He can almost guess, Joey and Kellan having mind-blowing sex, then conking out.
"I know."
"You know?" Alex inquires, wondering how Peter has come to this conclusion.
"Because they probably were doing gay stuff and then got too tired to go to their bedroom."
Recalling, Alex hadn't had a chance to work out the room arrangements. He then stands, saying, "Let's see if we can work this little problem out so you can watch Tv."
And knowing it could be a little sticky situation, Kyle shows at the top of the stairs, offering, "Hey Peter, you want to watch Tv up here?"
"Cool!" Peter mimics something Michael would say."
So, trekking downstairs, it was only around the bend, the Tv room. Halfway there, they met with resistance, "Peter, are you making a pest of yourself?"
Alex smiled, at something he would normally say to one of his siblings when their mom wasn't about, him holding down the 'fort' on occasion and playing headmaster.
"Me?" Peter replies and in a comic tone, "Your adorable, loving, cute, not to mention smart, brother?"
"Yeah, how could you possibly think any different, Chad?" Alex puts it.
Still suspicious, being they came down the stairs, Chad asks Peter, "Were you upstairs?"
"Not all the way," Peter replies.
"He's telling the truth," Alex defends him. "He was very courteous, knocked and introduced himself.
Peter looks at Alex kinda funny, saying, "But I already know you Alex?"
Chad wasn't really angry at his brother and what seemed like slapstick comedy, put him over the brink of any animosity towards him. "Okay, so what are you bothering Alex for?"
"Um," Alex said, looking at Peter, not wanting to divulge the reason for reporting to the family room.
With no shame, Peter replies, "I want to watch Tv and his brother and Kellan are all naked and stuff."
Cracking half a smile, Chad says of it, "Sounds like a touchy subject! Maybe Peter and I should go find some breakfast while you handle it?"
"Sounds like a plan!" Alex replies. In reality, it was something he thought about beforehand, how to handle to guys on the sofa, naked and probably reeking of last night's sex, in front of a ten year old.
However, when he walked in the Tv room, things were found to be kind of copasetic.
"Hey Alex, how'd you sleep?" Joey asks.
Something seemed mighty fishy, the two sitting there on the sofa, their wardrobes totally put back together.
Kellan asks, "Hey, want to watch Tom and Jerry with us?"
Being facetious, Alex asks, "I bet last night Kellan and Joey were a sight to see?"
Joey focuses on, "Oh that. Yeah, the kid got away before I could come to my full senses and explain."
"Yeah Joey was like awake first," Kellan tells, and then with reluctance, "I was like underneath everything, more like pinned down, so I couldn't really react. Um, how's he taking it?"
Alex thought Peter was doing quite well with the idea of finding two naked guys in a comotose state, piled up on the sofa. However he figured it a good time for a lesson, saying, "If I was a ten year old coming upon two guys sacked out on the sofa, nude I presume?"
Kellan says, "Pretty much so."
"Yeah," Joey adds, "we really didn't have a stitch of clothes on."
"Well all I've got say guys is, when you're in somebody else's home, you should think about at least covering up the lower extremeties, in case there others lurking about?"
"Oh shit!" Joey exclaims.
"What?" Kellan asks.
"The kid saw my lily-white ass!"
Kellan differs, "Really? I thought maybe all that hair would make it darker?"
Alex walked out on Tom and Jerry, with Joey saying he didn't think Kellan's tongue minded it so much!"
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At CK's estate, out in the Hampton's, breakfast was about to commence, as those who lived there and Cayman Karlyle's business associates gathered. It began with guests mingling with whomever was about, before the formal, sitdown part. This is why a breakfast would morph into brunch, it covering two or two and a half hours.
"Geoff, I'm terribly sorry of Boutros' behavior," Geoff was hit with, alongwith a forced handshake, Sigmund Voss offering his condolences.
Knowing, as it seemed Sigmund had, Geoff replies, "It's okay. Really." He lies, "We've already put it behind us."
Unlike his beefy, Egyptian partner, Sigmund Voss was one hot, twenty-nine year old Norseman. Too, it has been thought, not only by Geoff, but others, how the two fit together like pieces of a puzzle, from different puzzles. Whereas Boutros was rough, too outspoken at times and carried himself in a tough manner, Sigmund was the opposite, composed, always obliging, putting another before himself.
"Thank you so much. When Boutros mentioned to me what transpired I was horrified at his conduct!"
Doing a light scan of the crowd of fifty or so, Geoff says, "Where is Boutros?"
"I've recommeded he spend some time in bed, in reflection on his actions."
If Geoff only knew, he would be delighted of the outcome of Boutros' morning, seeing the thirty-one year old stripped naked, lying in bed, his wrists and ankles tethered to the four corners of the bed, with some kind of metal gadget attached to his cock and balls, something similar to a bird cage, only too small for a big hard shaft!
Rather than excuse, Geoff sets protocol, "We both felt it inappropriate."
And this was a way for Sigmund to gage the 'severity' of Boutros' bedtime stay, him informing Geoff, "I'm sure he will very much feel regret for his actions."
Then the two walked through the crowd, stopping here or there to pick some grapes off of a lifelike vine or buttered crossaints.
Doing some of his own table-shopping, Swifty more like the server than what was being served up, though worked his way up to introductions, "Do you have some bacon which is not so crisp?"
Reading right through him, the servant replies, "Depends on how big the tip!"
Making a quick guesstimate of the surrounding crowd, seeing none, Swifty replies, "What's your going rate?"
Aksel Svindal didn't get around solely on thumbing a ride. Before he worked at the Zanzibar Restaurant, the twenty-one year old had catered parties for Gerald Krump and before that, private parties around his hometown. Now, with his contract with Cayman Karlyle, his boss, Tom Space, the clientele he came into contact with, he was able to pick up some hefty tips on the side. When he started college he relied on scholarships, now he didn't bother with that shit! Too, with the unsuspecting he was cool, "I'm under the employ of Cayman Karlyle and..."
Swifty breaks in, "And how many of his guests have approached you before me? Hmm?"
Smiling, Aksel broke down before Swifty's insistentance, saying, "I've only been here a week, but there's this Egyptian dude who keeps trying to hit me up and..."
"Boutros bin al-Misri?"
"Yeah, that's him," Aksel replies, rather than run through the rushed name. Rearranging the platter after somebody else came and partook, he waits til they are alone again before saying, "the dude's kind of weird."
"How so?" it piques Swifty's interest as he devours the crisp toast with a dab egg and strip of bacon.
"He wanted to know if I would let his boyfriend tie me down to the bed, play with me and then fuck me!"
Thinking of Geoff doing it, which would surely give occasion to 'rise', Swifty says of Boutros doing it to Aksel, "How barbaric!"
Thinking it could be so, yet Aksel knowing it could be erotic, for Swifty's benefit he replies, "Yeah, ain't it?"
"The very idea!"
"What's a good idea?" Geoff misconstrues, picking up a crust of eggs and bacon, chucking the whole think in his mouth at once.
With mutual understanding, Swifty tells him, "Aksel here tells me Boutros wanted to hire him to tie him down to the bed so his boyfriend could fuck him."
Aksel amends, "And do other stuff to."
"Yeah I know," Geoff says nonchalantly.
"You know?" Swifty questions. "And when were you going to tell me?"
Aksel follows their conversation, Geoff saying, "Sigmund just told me about it. Says he's got Boutros hogtied on the bed in their bungalow at this very minute."
"Does his ass happen to be up for grabs?" Aksel jokes.
He's totally embarrassed as Sigmund answers, "Could be. How big are you?"
Geoff smiled, thinking, for his benefit Sigmund had spoken mild-mannered, but to Aksel he had assumed a different tone of speaking.
Swifty was all ears, eavesdropping on their conversation, finding out the food service attendee to be a whopping nine and half inches, with references to Italian sausage!
"Hmm," Sigmund responds with raised eyebrows, "in that case maybe we could all have some fun later?"
Geoff saw it, but pretended to be looking the other way as Sigmund slid some folded bills under the platter of breakfast foods.
Replying to the wad of green, Aksel says, "I finish up on my duties around noontime."
The architect with the fistful of dollars replies, "Don't expect to get to bed before midnight!"
Taking it all in, Swifty poses the question, "This a private party?"
Turning from Aksel, Sigmund faces Swifty, eyes him up and down, saying, "Depends on what you can get into. Got a tight ass?"
This is where Geoff set the boundaries, saying, "Sigmund, this is my partner, Swifty Sinkler." He knew they already met, but wanted him to realize their relationship.
"Oh yes," Sigmund resigns to, "I do remember you saying this before." He then confronts Swifty, "when we met at the cottage?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot!" Swifty renders even though he didn't forget.
Tired of all the bullshit getting slapped around, Geoff asks, "Say, Sigmund, have you ever heard of the Bearclan Club?"
Now Swifty would have loved to have followed the conversation, but somebody else had tagged his shoulder, him turning around to face a 'wow' guy. Not around his age, mid-twenties, older, maybe thirty-five or forty.
"Excuse me, but were you busy?"
Smiling, Swifty replies, "Now I am!"
"I understand you are in the 'briefs' business?"
Swifty was smiling because he thought the dude to be kind of cute. "I didn't get your name?" He held out his hand.
"Hugo Zongo and I know you are Steven Sinkler."
"My friends call me Swifty," he acknowledges.
"So, I guess this makes us friends?" He laughs.
He didn't think it humorous, but fake-laughed, saying, "Yeah."
"Have you dined?" Hugo asks, his hand paving the way towards the dining hall.
"Not yet. I was waiting for my partner."
Zondo makes comment, "Dayam! I should've known a handsome man such as yourself was taken!"
Right away, not refuting himself being 'handsome', 'debonnaire', 'intelligent'..... Swifty was being cautious about this dude!
"Mr. Zondo. Were you headed for breakfast?"
Swifty was about to introduce the two, Geoff beating him to it, "Have you met Hugo, Swift? You should. The two of you have a lot in common!"
Not knowing Zondo in the brief business as well, it left him open for speculation. As they walked into the main diningroom, Swifty turned to look back, smiling when he saw Sigmund Voss chatting once again with Aksel.
"By the way," Geoff says softly into his lover's ear, "Sigmund has invited us over for a small get together, around seven this evening."
"What'd you tell him?"
Smiling, Geoff replies, "Told him I'd be there with my slave-bear!" He giggles!
Concerned, Swifty asks, "But you don't have any of your stuff?"
"Sigmund says he has plenty of clothing and toys to go around." He also informs, "Says he has some nice leather chaps which will fit Aksel and me!"
"Oh? And who's ass will be benefitting from Aksel's rotary tool?"
Geoff replies with a smile, "After I'm done he can try, but guaranteed your ass will be bent out of shape!"
"I know," Swifty replies, all smiles.
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It was totally uncanny, Ellio's chest slamming into Armando's back, same time Byron's teen chest slammed into Micah.
Realizing it, Ellio turns his sweaty head to the right, placing his hand on Byron's shoulder, saying with congratulatory words, "I done taught ya right!" And when all Byron could do is huff in breaths of air, he says, "Man are you sweaty," working Byron's sweat between his thumb and fingers.
Normally he would joke about Ellio 'teaching him everything in the book about man-to-man sex', but instead, seeing it like the brother he never had taking care of him, he slightly slides from Micah's bod, grabs Ellio's neck and draws him in for a kiss.
"Whoa bro!" Ellio announces, when they part lips.
"Thanks for teachin' me everything!" Byron replies.
Still in a haze from one of the best fucks so far, Micah tells him, "Yeah, thanks for instructing him!" He smiles!
"And where's 'my' kiss?" Ellio asks of Micah.
Instead, he heres from Armando, "Can you get the hell off of me?"
"Oh shut up!" Ellio says, again rendering a hefty tap of his hand against his ass.
But it's Armando getting the last laugh, the thirty-four year old, having to pee so bad after shooting his load into the bed, bowls Ellio clear over.
"Who-o-o-o-oa-dude!" he exclaims as he tumbles, chest-first onto his unofficial bro.
Out of there, Armando leaves the three piled up, Micah complaining, "Um, somebody want to move... I like can't breathe?"
"Oh sure," Ellio says, rolling to their right, where Armando's bod had parked.
Being playful, Micah smiled as he pushed Byron, also to the right.
"Micah, what're you doing?" Byron exclaimed as he fell right on top of Ellio.
Micah says, "Oh! Are you two going to show me how to do something?"
Giving Byron an idea, Ellio replies, "Yeah. Going to show you how to tickle-torture!"
Then the two went at it, making Micah laugh so hard he almost pee!
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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.
The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....