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, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
FoR SaLE By OwNEr: CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy 01 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Morning arrived, the place as dead as a morgue. Alex stayed up late working on a little project in his sewing room, his head hitting the pillow around 2 a.m. Even though, he was awake at 5:30 a.m. and ready to sound revelry. They didn't have a trumpet back home in Pennsylvania, so Alex ad-libbed. Getting out of bed and slipping on a pair briefs, he went down to the kitchen, after taking a morning leak.
"Time get up everybody!" He shouted out as he beat the bottom of a pan with a wooden spoon. It didn't sound quite the same as mom's pot back home. Teflon made a difference in the sounding! "C'mon guys," he made a rapid sound as he passed by Scotty and Michael's door, stopping the rhythm long enough to turn the knob. "Time to get up!" He was welcomed with pillows thrown at him. He made a quick exit! He pretty much got the same reaction from Dante. Back in the kitchen, putting the pot and spoon away, he joked to himself, "Ingrates!" All the same, he thought about getting them started on breakfast. He took out eggs and milk.
"Alex, what do you think you're doing?"
"Making breakfast!" he reported back to Scotty, tapping an egg on the side of a bowl. "Oops!" he says when it `crashes' on the side of the bowl, making a royal mess.
"Go play with your sewing machine!" Scotty tells him.
Alex laughs, saying, "Sorry about the mess."
"So how long were you up last night?"
"Till about two."
"Making?"
Smiling, Alex says, "It's a surprise."
"For only me?"
"Wait. Did you peek?"
Scotty `fesses up, "I looked in on you around midnight and saw."
"Oh, so you know there's more than one?" Alex questioned him.
"Yeah. One for me too?"
"There won't be if you don't keep it a surprise!"
"I'll never tell!"
And the two went about their business, Scotty doing up the eggs, while Alex headed back to the loft.
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Some were very fortunate, attached to another person, which gave them the opportunity of arriving at the Cayman Karlyle Estate the day before.
"Hey, where ya going?" Swifty asked Geoff.
"Some of have to `work' for a living?" he said as he gazed back at the bed where Swifty's head still sat in the pillow.
"By the way Geoff, what time do they begin serving breakfast around here?"
"Five for the early risers like me, but don't worry the breakfast food keeps on coming until around ten. After that it's called `brunch'!" He ducts into their private jon.
Lying there, contemplating thoughts built on Geoff's words, he suddenly smiles when he hears the shower running. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, he gets up and walks to the closed door. Opening it, steam immediately escapes. "Where are you Geoff?" Swifty asks, shooing away the steamy clouds with a hand.
"Follow the sound of the water!"
Instead of traditional shower curtains or sliding glass doors, Swifty parted the clear hanging strips of flexible plastic to make an entranceway for himself. Upon doing so, it was an easy chore of finding last night's lover.
"Don't even think it, Swif!" Geoff jokes, turning his wet mop to tell his other half to back off.
"Why?" Swifty says. "You're the one always saying if you feel like it, `do' it!" and he drives his point, pressuring the tip of his cock against Geoff's ass.
From their first night together, weeks back, it hadn't been established, as far as roles in bed were concerned. Primarily, it looked as if Swifty would assume the porking role, but then surrendered to Geoff. And after Geoff released his pent up emotions into Swifty's ass, his other half turns the tables, driving himself deep into Geoff's gut. So it came to pass, almost every night it became an impromtu matter, a flip of the coin, either one being the sucker' or the fucker'.
"Because," Geoff tried rationalizing, "with the guests arriving, in order to make things run smoothly, I've got to follow a tight schedule supervising the security staff."
"Speaking of `tight'," Swifty impressed upon Geoff, "and since you held the reins last night, the least you could do is allow me to have my way with you!" And reaching around Geoff, his hand found his answer, his cock standing out straight from his pubes. "Like you don't want it!"
Stepping away from the jet of water, the soap in Geoff's hand became a substitute for the standard lube gel. He leaned an arm against the tile, stepped out from the wall and spread his legs. The other busied itself with running the bar of soap up and down his ass crevice.
"Gimme that!" Swifty swiped the soap from Geoff's hand. He proceeded to soap up the hairy crack, eventually causing enough of a lather to put away the bar on one of the many soap holders. "How's it feel around front?"
"O-o-oh!" Geoff replied when one of Swifty's hands grabbed last night's fuck tool and one of Swifty's digits primed Geoff's ass hole.
"Don't choke my finger or anything!" Swifty nicely complained about Geoff cutting off the circulation around the second knuckle.
"Guess I better save it for the `real thing', huh?"
Swifty couldn't agree more and as he replaced his finger with his hard tool. He reached up and swung the shower head in a different direction so water shot out on the wall and not Geoff's back, which in turn flooded the small gap between Swifty's impregnation, forming a small puddle.
"Started to feel a little juicy in there," Swifty comments.
Geoff replies, "Who cares? It all feels good!"
Then kicking the joking aside, Geoff's opinion aside from kidding, the two began to heave-and-ho, establishing a rhythm, complete with all the erotic sounds a man makes when he's being pounded with a hard fury. When Swifty finally let loose with his pent up sexual anxiety, he slumped forwards onto Geoff's back. In turn, Geoff, having let loose down the drain his shooting ropes of cum, fell forward, bracing his arms as he lowered his knees to the tub floor.
"Sweet... real sweet," Geoff replied of the outcome.
"Yeah... `real' sweet," Swifty too voiced opinion.
And after catching his breath, Geoff hinted by deed, pushing up from the tub and says, "You didn't disappoint me again Swif, but I gotta really get moving!"
He got up, but Swifty remained on his knees. "Uh, wait a minute there Geoff?"
"Huh?"
He needed to get buzzing, the whole security force depending on him being alert and responsible for setting things in place, but as Swifty corraled him towards his head, palms on each thigh, he had `no choice' but to feel a warm mouth on him.
"Oh man Swif! I gotta... gotta.." slowly Geoff ran out of steam as Swifty's warm mouth began to heat up his cock. "...go."
"O-o-o-oh!" Swifty whined when Geoff pulled off, his pursed lips hastily swooping from base to head.
"Really. I shouldn't have even let you enter me," Geoff says. "I have to get moving."
And left there on his knees, Swifty more or less complained, "Okay, but you do `me' tonight?"
"Believe me," Geoff replies, grabbing a towel and heading back into the bedroom, "After the frustrations I'm about to go through today, I'll be welcoming a hot ass to settle into!"
Finally getting on his feet, Swifty grabbed a towel and half-dried, found his way to the bed. He watched Geoff put on his briefs, reach his hand back in and juggle around his wares. "I love watching you get dressed!"
"Do you now?" And Geoff knew he was being stalked, grabbing up his balls through his briefs.
"You're a big tease too!"
"Big?" Geoff replies. "How do you mean that Swif?" He let his jewels bounce back to the shape of his briefs, the small cock sock holding them in place.
"You're going to be so hot today, Geoff."
"Yeah I know," he replies after putting on his uniform shirt, a modest cotton shirt, different than his normal security outfit, buttoning it from the top button down. "Unlike the guest list, we have to be dressed to the hilt at all times."
"Shame," Swifty replies as he watches Geoff step into his pants, zip and... "Buckle up for safety!"
Geoff shoots back with, "I take it you're going to be walking around all day with the safety latch off?"
"Hey! Why should I be any different than the rest of the hotties running around here?"
Agreeing on one thing, Geoff kneeled on the bed and said his farewell, falling on his lover's naked front.
"O-o-o-oh fuck!" Swifty declared when Geoff took a nibble of his left pec.
"That could be arranged?" Geoff replies.
"I thought you had a job to go to?"
"I do. Bye!" Getting up, he goofed off, his hands stepping off the bed and onto the floor, his ass sticking up in the air.
"Tempting... very tempting Geoff!"
Getting off the bed, standing, Geoff replies, "You had your turn, remember?"
And they exchanged smiles as Geoff grabs a tie and walks out the door.
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Meanwhile, back in the city, Alex was working himself up in the shower, when suddenly he heard, "If you need it bad enough, I can loan you my ass, Alex?"
It threw Alex off balance, vanquishing the thought of jerking himself off as he replies, "Uh, thanks but no thanks Michael."
Through the clear, smoky glass door, Michael could see he blew it for Alex, a fast paced hand slowing down to next to nothing. "Sorry `bout that."
With the shower still running, Alex cracks the door open. And thinking he's hiding himself, pokes his head out, asking, "Can I do something for you Michael?"
Looking Alex in the eyes, he temporarily gazes away, taking in the sight of Alex's pubes smooshed up against the glass. Michael then draws off of Alex's plight, "I guess you do the best you can, what with Kyle laid up in the hospital?"
Seeing right through him, Alex replies, "Thanks for the loan," meaning Michael's ass, "but I've been able to manage."
"Sure," Michael replies, then gets on with why he's botching up Alex's hand job, "We were wondering if we need to take a shirt and tie? Do they have like formal dinners?"
Alex figured Michael's guess was as good as his own, so replies, "I dunno. I've never been to one of these parties. All I've heard is they don't wear much. I dunno if it includes dinner."
"It probably wouldn't hurt to throw a shirt and tie in the suitcase, huh?" Michael responds.
"It's good to see you're using the brain God gave you Michael!"
He meant it as a joke, but hit some raw, deeply hidden vein within Michael. "Someday I'm going to get myself a college education Alex."
"I think it would be nice Michael."
And then whimsically, Michael tells, "As soon as I get my high school diploma!"
"I didn't know you...."
Right here Michael cut him off, saying, `thanks' and left.
Not only did Michael's visit to the shower ruin Alex's jerk-off session, but threw him completely off course. What with everybody thinking about registering for courses, nobody bothered consulting Michael on `his' future planning. Right after this weekend Alex knew what he had to do. His original idea hadn't completely petered out. Exiting the shower, Alex took up the towel and as he was drying his pubes off, relit the fire of desire!
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"Somebody hurry up and come!" Kyle said as he lay awake in the solidarity of his hospital room. Being able to reach the cord with the special lamp attachment, he switched the dark room into light. He gazed up at the clock on the wall, reading out loud, "Only six o'clock?" He turned the room into darkness. He doesn't know how long he lay there, five minutes or ten or more, the crew to ready him entering, turning the lights on, then as they readied him for his trip, blocked the path to the time on the wall.
"About time you guys got here," Kyle said, his eyes checking out the two EMT's, two personnel he's never seen before.
It was Dr. Azayzeh who brought them forward, into the circle of hospital professionals and introduced, "Kyle, these are the two transporters who will be `carefully' driving you," he threw a message the EMT's way, "out to the Karlyle Estate." Then back to Kyle, went to introduce, the more outgoing of the two EMT's stepping forward, hand extended, "Hi! I'm Justin and this is Faraj." He goes on to explain Faraj as being the more extroverted character of the EMT team.
Of Kyle's concern is, and he was keeping his fingers crossed, "Which one of you will be staying with me all weekend?"
He saw disappointment in Justin's face as Faraj replies, "That will be me."
Kyle smiled. Once again, keeping `fingers crossed' proved out to his advantage! "Cool! I mean not that I'm slighting you Justin. You look good too... I mean..."
"I'm straight, but I'm not opposed to taking comments from guys!" Justin replies.
Faraj jokes, "Yeah, it is a shame he is straight, huh Kyle?"
Justin replies, "But as we found out this morning, the private ambulance doesn't need to be returned until after the weekend, so I suppose I will have a slew of eyes on me!"
Kyle joked back, "And maybe a few tongues?"
"Hey," Justin reckoned back, "my daddy used to say, `don't knock it till you've tried it'!"
Faraj and Kyle just looked at each other and smiled.
Getting things progressing along, Dr. Azayzeh directed this orderly to do this, a nurse to `pull the plugs' and soon Kyle was on his way.
"Hey! Don't forget Alex!"
"Alex?" Faraj replies. "He your friend?"
"Yeah," Kyle replies, "very close friend, like boyfriend close?"
"Tough luck!" Justin says, adding a comforting pat to Faraj's shoulder.
"Lay off you straight pervert!" Faraj joked back, moving his shoulder in the right way to shuck off Justin's hand.
Going to bat for Faraj, Kyle says, "You better watch your back Faraj!"
"Justin better watch his!" Faraj replies, looking at Justin.
"Hey, told you guys already. I'm straight!"
Somehow, Kyle wasn't convinced.
"I'm here!" Alex said, out of breath as Kyle was wheeled to the open elevator door.
"Alex, where you been?"
"Tying up the loose ends at home. You know Michael!"
Kyle wondered if the others noticed, Alex checking out Justin. He didn't wish to embarrass, so tries throwing Alex off track, "I would think Scotty would keep him focused?"
"Oh he did, but you know Michael. He's always treated me like his big brother!"
But as he derailed Alex's train of thought, Justin gains his attention, "My little brother was the same and sometimes when he comes to visit is exactly like the fellow you are talking about. He couldn't even make up his mind which tie to wear without my advice. He is so fashion consciousness." Monopolizing the elevator conversation, Justin rattles on, "And to think he went on to become a fashion consultant!"
Changing tactics, Kyle replies, "Alex is going to FIT in the fall to become a fashion designer!"
"Oh really?" Justin remarks. "Then you should look Daryl up."
"There you go Alex!" Kyle says.
The whole time, Faraj is taking in everything, especially Alex, checking out the shirt, the way it curves around his bod, noticing the bearish chest in the V of his shirt, trying to glance over the edge of the table to check out how much Alex is packing, occasionally paying attention to his handsome mug.
Sheepishly, Alex replies, after being coaxed on by Kyle, "I'd like to meet him."
"I'll have it arranged," Justin agrees, a smile accompanying the offer.
"Cool!" Kyle says.
"Gentlemen, are we going to stand here all day?" Dr. Azayzeh says after the elevator has halted for all of ten seconds. "We have a party to go to?"
"Sure," Justin leads the way, beginning to roll Kyle out.
"I'll take the other end," Faraj says.
Kyle and Alex exchange lines of vision, meant for the way Faraj disconnects his obvious viewing.
"Hey Alex!"
"Michael, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be on your way to..."
"I know, but we told Ellis he was supposed to follow the ambulance and he believed us!"
Alex just shook his head. He says to Scotty, "And I suppose you were in on it?"
Scotty rationalized, "We were all in this together from the beginning. We took a vote and wanted to arrive with you and Kyle at the party."
"So sweet of you," Alex says, not able to place any blame after the sweet act on their part. "I think Kyle would like that... speaking of which," he replies after losing sight of the guerney, "I better get a move on it!"
Too, as Alex heads in one direction, Scotty and Michael book for the front entrance to the hospital. There, at curbside Ellis waits in the limo.
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"Thanks for allowing my sidekick to come along Geoff."
"We can always use an extra hand, Vince," Geoff replies, checking out the tall, blond Scandinavian. But with others to contend with, Geoff rearranges his thoughts to address the security squad. First he tells it like it is, spelling out how those whom are gay will be able to lose interest in their responsibility `real quick'! It draws laughter from the crowd of four hundred or so security officers.
From the crowd, a familiar voice comments back, "Including you Geoff?"
There's another roar of laughter as Geoff loosens up with a smile, grabbing his crotch, as he says, "Hey, whadya think? I'm only human!"
After the laughter subsides, Geoff helping it along with his hands gesturing it, Vince joining in on the shushing, Geoff continues, until he covers all seventy-eight items on his list, telling quickly those which are common sense, dwelling on fifteen or so which need emphasizing. "That's it gentlemen. Any questions?"
One came from a returning security officer, "Hey, we hear ya got hitched Geoff? Who's the lucky lady?"
Laughter came and went, Geoff telling everybody a special guy, which brought on serious rather than anymore spontaneous laughter. At the tail end of the telling, he referred back to why they were there, closing with, "And for the next three hours you all have a go at using the pool and one beer on me. There's a spread in the club house, courtesy of Mr. Karlyle, who unfortunately could not be with us at this briefing."
Of course there were jeers, but more on the joking side. Those from last year's model extravanganza clued the others in to how boring a speech maker Karlyle could be!
For the next three hours Geoff was off the hook, but when the clock struck 10 o'clock he knew he would be cruising the grounds, telling the last few stragglers they better get into uniform. As he is about to leave the podium, winding up the cordless microphone setup, he's approached by a fellow security man he hasn't seen before.
"I wanted to come up and introduce myself." And handing Geoff his hand, "I'm Tex Malone."
"Let me guess," Geoff asks as he returns the handshake, "you're from Texas?"
And boy was he tall! At least 6'3, wide shoulders, tapering off to what looked to be a 36 waist. "You got that right!" he replied.
Geoff resumed his cleanup.
"Hey, can I give you a hand with any of this?" Tex asks, jumping into action, picking up a portable speaker like it was a pillow.
"Strong arm of the law?" Geoff joked.
"I eat my Wheaties everyday!" Tex replies.
"So what brings you out to the east coast Tex?"
As they walked back to the security office, located outside the swim club locker area, Tex told of how he was tiring of the hot weather down south, integrated with it's occasional bout of bad luck hurricanes. "First we dry up and then we're swept away!"
While laughing off Tex's dabbling as a one-man act of comedy, Geoff directed him to put his box in the closet first. Unintentionally, he wasn't meaning to check out Tex's ass, but there it was, the two mounds stretched over his chinos, staring him right in the face.
As if reading Geoff's thoughts, Tex remarks, "And don't get any bright ideas there, Geoff!" Standing up, empty handed, Tex sports a brilliant smile.
"Remember.... I'm an almost married man!"
But Tex got even when Geoff placed his box in the closet, even though on a higher shelf. At least Tex got a rear view!
"And your thoughts?" Geoff questions him as he turns around.
"Beg your pardon?" Tex asks.
"You seemed to know what I was thinking, now what was on your mind?"
"Like you said Geoff," Tex seemed to put it more mildly, serious-like, "you're almost a married man."
"Who's married?"
The turn around, Geoff staring straight at his other half, "You and me!"
Much to Swifty's surprise, Tex advanced, a hand out, taking Swifty's in his hand and giving a rowdy Texan handshake, introduces himself, "Tex Malone. And you must be the handsome groom?"
"Swifty," is all he refers to himself as. "and what's this about marriage?"
Tex replies, "I hope I'm invited to the wedding when it comes, but in the mean time I'll leave you and your fiancee to yourselves. Happy trails!"
"Pleasant sort of fellow," Swifty mentions to Geoff, after Tex makes a quick getaway.
"So it seems," Geoff replies, his mind still on the doorway where Tex made his exit.
"You think something's fishy about him?"
Rubbing his morning shadow, Geoff says, "I'm not sure."
He watched Geoff, standing there, contemplating, till Swifty broke off his concentration with, "Say, I saw some pretty hot security guards helping themselves to the pool. How's about you and me doing some cannonballing?"
"I should check things out to make sure...."
"Everything's going to be fine, Geoff," Swifty says, butting his belly up to his lover's. "We've got a few hours of freedom before the jet-set starts arriving. How's about you and me go surf some waves?"
"Sure," Geoff replies. "Why not?" He changes his attitude like day and night. "I better go change."
"Here, let me help!"
"Huh?" Geoff says as Swifty's hands move faster than Geoff's eyes, going at the buttons on his shirt.
He snarls like a tiger in heat, "Eeoow!" upon opening the front of Geoff's shirt, unveiling his man-fur.
In the meantime, Geoff has helped out, kicking off his black shoes, making it more accessible for his lover to peel his pants down like a banana. Of course his corn stalk was very prominent, tenting his briefs!
"Made ya-hard! Made ya-hard!" Swifty sing-sang to the tune of `Made ya look-made ya look'!
"I'm `not' hard, okay?" Geoff differs.
"Not that you would be any different. There's like a whole pool full of stalks out there!"
"Really?" Geoffs eyes lit up, at well as exciting his soul.
"C'mon!" he grabs Geoff's hand and leads him outside.
As the two approached the olympic size pool, they were way overdressed in their briefs.
"My-oh-my!" Geoff exclaimed, watching Peter Kraft, a twenty-one year old criminal justice student from Rutgers University, bounce up and down a few times before leaping up in the air, doing a somersault and leaving not a splash as his lithe bod cuts through the surface. "Beautiful dive!"
"Uh-huh," Swifty questioned the whole truth of his statement. "Also nice the way his jewels were bouncing up and down as he prepared, huh?"
"Now really Swif? Do you think it's the thing I'm thinking of at a time like this?"
"I would be...c'mon!"
It left Geoff giggling. As he followed his lover, he slowly lowered his briefs and by the time he reached pool's edge, he was as naked as all the other bathers.
He heard Peter say as he exited the four foot end of the pool, "Good thing this is an all-male event or else I'd be kind of embarrassed dressed like this," without a stitch of cloth he meant, "y'know... preparing for my dive and all?"
Geoff asks, "Whatever do you mean Peter?"
"Didn't you see me on the diving board?"
"I saw," Geoff truthfully answered.
"Oh. Okay," Peter replied and walked away, leaving Geoff thinking on it. He shook his head, walked to the edge of the pool, bent down to feel the water and was nudged from behind by somebody's foot to his ass!
Tumbling over into the water, head first, he quickly came up to see whom the culprit was. Spotting the evil dude, he warned, "I'll get even Vince!"
Vince was laughing his ass off, Jorgen approaching, asking, "What's so funny?"
"Geoff's swan dive!" Vince replies.
"Was it good?" Jorgen asks in all sincerety.
"Of olympic proportions," he replies, laughing even though Geoff was giving him the evil eye!
Then, as a young dude walks by, "Hold it up there," Vince says, grabbing the kid and wheeling him around. "Hey Geoff, this is the kid I was telling you about," he puts an arm around the twenty-year old's shoulders, taking him under his wing. "This here's Jason van der Linde... remember I was telling you about him?"
Geoff didn't get a word in, even thought his mouth was open to say something.
Instead, Vince kept right on, "Jason's a fulltime student at Rutger's University, studying criminal justice and when he graduates he's going to enroll in the police academy!" It was spoke like a proud dad, even though Vince wasn't of any relation to Jason.
"Maybe," Jason replies, a little embarrassed over Vince blabbling his business all over the place.
By now, at the edge of the pool, Geoff stood whereas his upper bod, from just below the pecs and up, glistened with pool water. "Is that so?" he more pooled his attention towards Jason.
"Yeah," Jason said sheepishly.
"Well congratulations," Geoff replies.
As Jason shakes his hand, Geoff gives a heave, sending Jason clear over his head.
"O-o-oh that was a dirty one Geoff!" Vince complains. However, Vince wasn't too upset, watching Jason, like a submarine moving in on it's target, inching his way underwater, a beeline for Geoff's bod.
"Owwwwwch! Oh shit! He bit me!" Geoff curses, turning around to check out his ass.
Jason, above water, was laughing like hell. He was tempting Geoff, "Wanna get even chief?" Jason continued to back up in the water.
"By all means!"
Jason swam for his life as Geoff began propelling himself through the water. If only Geoff knew of Jason's past high school experience, four years on the swim team, a one time surfer, not to mention hanging out after school in the gym weight room. He was okay until he ran too close to where Peter made a dive. Like a depth charge, Peter came right in front of him. More surprised then anything, Jason was more disoriented, not knowing who or what came an inch from a headon crash.
"You okay Jason?"
"I think," Jason replies as Geoff holds him around the middle. "Hey, did you just like... pull me out of the way?"
It happened all so fast, Jason never realised that if Geoff hadn't caught up with him, grabbed him around the waist and pulled him off course, he would have been right under Peter, most likely Peter's hands grabbing round his neck instead of a clear cut dive into the pool.
"Yeah." And seeing Jason okay, he pinched him on the ass and swam away.
"Hey, are you alright?" Jason heard from behind him, quickly switching head around, followed by his bod. "I am, but what about you?"
"Me? I'm fine," Peter replies. "Sorry, but I didn't see you there in the way until I was into my dive."
"But it wouldn't have been your fault," Jason more or less turned the tables on apologies. "If Geoff and I weren't horsing around in the pool I probably wouldn't have been in your way."
The two, their arms swaying around in the water because they couldn't touch bottom, still breathed a little heavy, occasionally spitting out water.
"I'm Peter."
"Jason," Jason replies.
"You want to get out and get some food? I hear they have a big spread set up inside for us?"
"Yeah. It'd be cool," Jason replies.
They both got to laughing, when approaching the ladder, Peter saying, "After you.'
"No, you," Jason argued.
They made compromise, the two, arms over each other's shoulder, climbed out of the pool together!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....