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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
FoR SaLE By OwNEr: CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy 05 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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The limo stopped about where Micah was stationed in the driveway. He was so surprised when Cayman said, from his rolled down window, "Micah, you're not leaving?" even though he was walking towards and not away from the estate.
"No. I was..." he took a gamble on it. If Karlyle called him by his first name, remembered him from last year's stud muffin party or perhaps even more prominent, has followed his career over the year, he chose to say, "Cayman, could you do me a really, really, big, big favor?"
"Name it. It's yours!"
This was another surprise. He wondered what good thing he did to deserve a `no questions asked' response. "I don't have time to explain now, but the guy I was with is being ejected from the..."
"You're allowed to bring a guest. It was written on the invitation in black and white, Micah."
"I know, but... if we don't stop Geoff from," and he didn't want to get in trouble, so changed his mind from `throwing him off the property', to, "escorting him off the property..."
Karlyle cut him off, "Enrique?" he called to the driver.
"Yes, sir."
"Hustle back to the gate and inform Geoff to bring..." Then to Micah, "What's your guest's name?"
"Byron. Byron Lancaster," Micah replied in haste, his head turning from Karlyle to the front gate. Then, hearing the gate close, the mechanical mechanism making a humming sound, Micah took off on his own.
Enrique was out of the car, ready to fetch Geoff and Byron, but when Micah took flight, Cayman instructed, "Enrique, back the car up!"
He was real careful not to run down Micah, looking in the side mirror as he cautiously put the Rolls in reverse. Really he was thinking of those beautiful buns slopping from side to side!
By the time they caught up with Micah, he had reached the gate and was talking with Geoff. With the gate opening, Micah slipped through the slim corridor, running right out on the street, with only his speedo and treads on, shouting, "Byron!" Seeing him wa-a-a-a-ay down the sidewalk, he jogged the distance, tugging on his backpack to call his attention. "Hold it up there, Byron."
Byron turned around abruptly, calling out, "Micah?"
Micah's attachment to the backpack made his arm slip right around Byron. "You're okay to come back! I fixed it with Cayman so you can be my guest."
"Your guest?" Byron quizzed, not getting it.
"Yeah," Micah said, escorting Byron back up the sidewalk, "I was so worried about getting `me' to the party I forgot about inviting a friend."
Byron caught the friend' word and thought it was a good start, whereas he had very first gay' friend. "So even though I hiked over the wall and I'm here illegally, it's cool with Geoff?"
"On the Karlyle Estate, Cayman is God!"
The way Micah said it made Byron laugh. He chilled out when they got to the gate, his eyes meeting with Geoff's. "I'm sorry Geoff. I hope I didn't make any trouble for you."
"Nonsense," Cayman directed at Byron. "He's just mad at me because everytime he captures an outsider he gets a hundred bucks bounty."
"So you're not getting it because I came back?"
Micah, being here at the estate for the last stud muffin party and the one before, knew all too well that Cayman liked to say something so serious and then wait it out for the person's reaction. He breaks silence, "It's a joke guys. Laugh!"
Byron did.
Geoff didn't, as he questioned Karlyle, "What hundred bucks?" It was news to him. Then he got it, what Micah said, so he said, "You were bullshittin' me, huh?"
"Oh, what the hell!" Cayman says, flicking his wrist. "Enrique, when we get to the house, go right away and find Timothy and tell him I sent you." Staring into Geoff's eyes, "Tell Timothy when he cuts Mr. Kenyon's check at the end of the weekend to put an extra hundred in it."
"Will do Mr. Karlyle, sir."
"Thanks," Geoff says with a smile.
"Well, why don't we get your guest settled in Micah?" Cayman says, placing his hand behind Byron's back and ushering him up the drive all of five feet to where the Rolls is parked.
Geoff smiles and comments to himself, `Sure Mr. Karlyle, you all get in your spiffy Rolls Royce and let Geoff hike up the driveway!'
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"Hey, you know Alex?"
"What?"
"I feel pretty good after Nalin," Kyle threw a little curve, "touched me all over?"
"Don't get used to it. As soon as you're better my cock is going to be touching you and it's going to be in one place and not all over!"
Kyle giggles, saying, "Know what?"
"What?" Alex asks, hovering over his lover.
"Just the thought of you saying it made my ass pulse?"
"Oh? No reaction from this?" Alex says, handling Kyle's goods.
"Mmm.... now Nalin... I guess he forgot to massage me there," Kyle replies, closing his eyes like he's smelling grandma's freshly baked pumpkin pie.
"Got news for you lover boy. I catch Nalin massaging you there and 'he' is going to need some physical therapy!"
"Oh come on Alex. You don't have a mean bone in your bod."
"Yeah, but if I work on it I can have a mean boner!"
All along the two knew they were bs-ing each other, but this is what broke the camel's back and they let it rip, laughing out loud.
They got some bonus laughter when Wattie comes in and says, "Cocktails are being served out by the pool."
Between Alex and Wattie, they made Kyle's ass convulse again!
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This morning Michael was wide awake early and nudged Scotty. Quietly, they did their usual thing, hugged and kissed a little, then Scotty sprang it on Michael, "Sweetheart?"
Wise to the calling and the tone of voice, Michael asks, "What's up?"
Scotty knew Michael knew, because of how Michael replied, so came right out with it, "Yesterday when I was in the kitchen with Drew Kholfai and," he stuttered, "I knew I should have asked you first...."
Michael lay there, his best `sneaky' look on his face, eyes squinted, mouth blaise with reaction as he drove the truth out of Scotty, "Okay. Just hit me with it?"
Cracking a quaint smile, Scotty fesses up, "I kind of asked Chef Kholfai if I could hang around the kitchen and maybe learn a few things. Would it be okay?"
"Of course it would be okay."
"You're the best!" Scotty shouted, forgetting the upper bunk sleepers.
So, because of his kindness, not that he wanted to keep Scotty from doing something which further his career... what? Not hang around with the chef who made Norma's Norma's? But something he didn't think about at the time is, he had nobody to pal around with. He was good at making friends, blending in instantly with any crowd, a glorified social butterfly, but he hoped he would have his man with him, a guy he could hug and... well he decided he wasn't going to let it bother him. So, here was Michael walking out of the wing where their sleeping quarters were. Suddenly he was hit by a panning camcorder in a guy's hand, a digi-cam in the other.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Michael said, flailing his arms about. "I'm not a model! I'm not a model!"
"It's okay," the guy replies, running around the garden, flanked by several trellis and vines. "They said to take pictures of cute guys, so that's what I'm doing!"
"Wow! You think I'm cute? Me?"
"Well sure. It's my job to take pictures of cute guys and being you're cute, I took your picture. Want to see?"
"Yeah." Doing an about face, Michael turned with his back facing the photo-dude's chest and half-held the digital camera. His response to the pic was, "You think I'm cute?"
The blond giggled, replying, "How many times do I have to tell you... um... hey, what's your name? I'm Troyen Aellaert."
"What'd you say?" Michael asked, the camera becoming second nature.
He giggled, refining it, "You can call me Troy."
"Wait. You're from the country that makes the wooden shoes, right?"
Troy answers with, "You know I don't really like to talk with cute guys, whom I don't know their name?"
Michael smiles, mellowing out, "Just now, you didn't call me a cute guy because you're not taking a picture of me, Troy!"
Snagged, Troy resorted to, "Ah, yes."
"That's okay. I'm Michael and I think you're drop-dead gorgeous!"
Troy's very fair skin turned sort of pinkish.
"Too bad you have to wear a shirt," Michael says, his hand resting on Troy's left chest, swiping it downwards like ironing out a wrinkle. He stops and says, "Hey! You have a nipple-ring!"
Gaily, Troy replies, "I've got two!"
Then Michael takes each of his own nips in his fingers and thumbs, pressing them together and asks, "Do you think my nips would look good pierced?"
To his question, Troy says, "I've got little circles, but I'm not sure if they are for you on account of.... well I'm mostly smooth and you've got like... well... hair on your chest. Are you like in college?"
It proved to Michael what he was saying about his front being hairy. It made him look older than eighteen. "I would be if I had my high school diploma. I'm eighteen. How about you?"
"Nineteen and I'm in my first year of college, but I don't like it."
"Why not?" Michael asks.
"Because my father wants me to follow in his footsteps. Well it's actually my stepfather. He is a real," Troy looks around, "asshole. He said if I wasn't studying law then he would not pay for my college tuition and fees."
"What an asshole!" Michael confirms it to be so.
It set Troy off laughing.
"What'd I say?" Michael asks, wondering what he said which sent Troy off the deep end in giggles.
"Oh I'm not making fun of you Michael. It's just the cute way you said it. That's all."
"I like your accent," Michael says. "Where are you from?"
"You were right."
"I was?"
"The place where they make the wooden shoes?"
Michael puts on a toothy smile.
"What?"
He confesses to Troy, "I don't know the country that makes the wooden shoes!"
"Holland."
"Holland! Oh yeah. They make daffadills too, right?"
They hadn't realized it, from a distance, somebody watching them.
"Is there some reason why you are hiding behind the bush and staring at those two boys over there?" Geoff asks the guy crouched behind the bush and taking pot shots, looking around it every now and then.
"You're Geoff, right?" the fellow, seemingly in his late twenties asks, taking Geoff's hand.
"That's me. And you are?"
"Lloyd Holt. I'm the photographer."
"Oh really?" Geoff asks, motioning that Lloyd has been holding his hand long enough.
"Sorry `bout that."
"It still doesn't explain why you are stalking those two lads across the way?"
"Well I have no idea whom the hairy-chested lad is, but the blond is my nephew, Troyen Aellaerts."
"Aellaerts?" Geoff questions. "I don't recall seeing his name on the list?" He opens a thin, black ring binder, flips through til he comes to the page he wants. "Here it is.... how do you spell that?"
"A-e..."
"Nope!" Geoff says, slamming the notebook shut with a clap. "He's not on the list. Therefore, he cannot stay on the grounds."
"Oh but... I have thirty-two photograpers on the grounds. Who would know if one was sneaked in?"
"I would know!" Geoff replied, his thumb to his chest to enunciate his position.
"Shit! Troyen is going to be devastated. He'll never understand. He will think I think he is a failure. This is not going to be good."
Unlike Byron, he didn't immediately cut Lloyd off. "And `why' would it not be good, Lloyd?"
"It's a long story, but in a nutshell, Troyen is nineteen, is being forced to go to law school, a subject which he loathes. He really does not know what he wants to do. He also has other problems. He is gay and afraid to come out to his mother and stepfather, though he really yearns to be out to everyone."
Geoff asks, "So, his parents wouldn't take him being gay, kindly?"
"His mother, my sister, I think she would be fine with it, but Luther, I don't think so. The whole situation is a big mess and I really feel so bad about Troyen."
Geoff felt bad too, but he had a job to do and could not allow personal matters to dissway him from doing it. But he had an idea. "Look, there's only one way in which it would be permissible for your nephew to stay on the grounds and that would be if you go to Mr. Karlyle, explain the situation and just maybe he might have the compassion in his heart to allow him to stay. If it was up to me, I would not mind having him around. He seems like a nice kid. At least probably Michael seems to think so or else he would not be hanging around by your nephew."
"Michael?"
"Michael Coelho. He's a friend of a friend back in the city."
"Is he a model?" Lloyd asks, as Geoff slowly moves from behind the bush.
"Would be nice, if he were. He's in the same boat as your nephew," Geoff replies, walking, Lloyd following.
"How would that be?"
"Different, but the same. He's from Fairbanks, Alaska, came out, got kicked out, hiked across the country and wound up on a subway train bound for the Bronx. If it wasn't for Alex, he still would be."
"Alex?"
Geoff left it at, "He's around someplace. I'm sure you'll bump into him."
Before either could say anymore, Troy has spotted them walking towards him and Michael and walks halfway, Michael trailing.
"It's my uncle," Troy says to Michael.
"Maybe he's pissed at you for not taking pictures."
"Nah. Uncle Lloyd is easy going. He's almost the only guy who treats me nicely. I stay with him in his apartment in the city."
"Wow! I can't believe it," Michael says.
Stopping for a moment, Troy asks, "Can't believe what?"
"I've been all over the city and you haven't spotted me for being cute?"
"Oh knock it off!" Troy tapped him in the abs with the back of his hand.
Soon two plus two became a quartet, Lloyd explaining the situation to Troy.
Michael's reaction was, "Oh you can't kick Troy out Geoff. He like thinks I'm so cute!"
Geoff makes a slight comment, "Bad news travels fast!"
"What?" Lloyd asks.
"Nothing," Geoff tells. Moving right along he says to Troy, "If you're uncle can't square it with Mr. Karlyle then I'm afraid I will have to ask you to leave, Troy."
"Oh-h-h," Troy whined, slumping his shoulders. "My first real job."
Seeing the depressed look in Troy's whole disposition, Geoff places a hand on his shoulder and says, "Don't give up hope yet. Mr. Karlyle seems to be a fair person."
"Okay," Troy replied, still a downer in his voice.
"I'll come with you," Michael says.
Geoff didn't disagree. Perhaps Michael would say something cute' and it would make... oh phooey!' he thought, brushing the whole scenario away.
Lloyd thanked him.
Troy thanked him.
Michael thanked Geoff with a hug.
As the three walked away from him, Geoff came up with an idea. He jogged over to them, shouting, "Hey wait up!"
The three halted in their steps.
"What's up Geoff?" Michael asks.
Smiling, Geoff replies, "It's a long shot, but it might just help if Troy walks in to the house with his shirt stripped?"
Michael throws his hands up in the air, shouting, "Hey! I got an idea. How about a speedo?"
"Speedo?" Troy questions. "I've never worn one of those."
"Me neither until I tried one," Michael says. "But you'll like it. Feels like you don't have anything on and you don't even feel like your cock and balls are all cramped up. See?"
Lloyd and Geoff leaned in, but probably Troy was the only one with the bird's eye view, looking down into Michael's speedo as he pulled it away from his bod.
"Nice," Troy said, unintentionally wettng his lips.
"C'mon. I'll get you one of my speedos and we can see what you look like!"
"I'll wait for you here, Troyen," Lloyd said. "I can't believe I'm allowing Troyen to do this."
"Hey, no shirt and only a speedo clinging to his torso... `that' could make all the difference Lloyd!"
Then, making small talk, Lloyd mentions, "I see you're rooming with another guy... is he like..."
"Partner," Geoff replies.
"Would you happen to," Lloyd tred lightly, "do threesomes?"
"I don't think so," Geoff replies, being nice without a direct `no'.
Not leaving it alone, Lloyd says, "You're a fine looking bear, Geoff!"
"Oh, so you weren't only checking out Michael and your nephew, huh?" Geoff says, holding the security notebook behind his back with both hands, stretching.
Lloyd replies, "And from the stretch of your shirt, I take it a nice set of nips to munch on?"
Geoff smiles, bringing the notebook back in front of him, the shirt taking up slack. "Sorry, Lloyd."
"No problem. No offense, but I suppose there's other fish in the sea."
"Or bears in the mountains?"
The two broke out in light laughter, till they saw Michael and Troy come their way.
"Oh! My!...."
"Gawd!" Geoff finished Lloyd's exclaimation, the two seeing Troy, almost a swimmer's build, definitely wider in the upper, narrower in the lower.
"Nice cub!" Geoff says of the light covering of blond hair over Troy's pecs, glistening in the sun like his chest was coated with extra virgin olive oil.
"I'll say," Lloyd replies, his eyes trained on Troy.
He toys with Lloyd, "Wouldn't mind having a threeway with him!"
It's the thing which broke the spell Troy had over him, turning to Geoff and saying, "Change your mind, Geoff?"
"Nah. Only wishful thinking!"
Cutting Michael and Troy off at the intersection of the sidewalk, Geoff detoured them towards the main house.
When they got there, Michael's hand was on the knob.
"Hold it up there Michael. You just can't go waltzing in." Geoff took the lead, brushing by Troy. He smiled and the two exchanged a silent message. On target, Geoff rang the bell. "Mr. Karlyle's butler does his bidding for him."
"Big Ben," Michael says.
"Huh?" Geoff turned towards him.
"The doorbell. It's playing `Big Ben'."
"Oh right," Geoff replies. "The chimes."
"Uh, dah, Geoff?" Michael awards him.
Making a fist, Geoff makes like he's gonna punch Michael's lights out.
Michael gives reply, "You couldn't hurt a flea, Geoff!"
"Why thank you, Michael," Geoff replies.
"Hey, how's it going Geoff?"
"Too many problems today, Tom."
Tom Space, Mr. Karlyle's butler, stood there at five foot, nine inches tall and he had to look up in order to thoroughly check out Troy. The twenty-five year old wasn't your typical english butler, even though he had the accent. "Who's goldenboy?"
Michael and Troy exchanged looks.
Michael says, "Don't look at me. I'm not the one with the blond hair!"
"Tom, we need to see Mr. Karlyle, if he is available?"
"He's working on a photo shoot." Then, checking out the other three, "Who is it that wants to see Mr. K?"
Lloyd speaks up, "My nephew, Troyen here."
"And what about you?" Tom directs to Michael.
"Would you belive I'm Troy's personal trainer?" Michael's face lights up with his toothy smile
"Yeah," Tom replies, "I'll believe it when hell freezes over." But Michael had nothing to fear, when Tom says, "Okay, you two in the speedos, `in'!"
With the door closed, almost in their faces, Lloyd says, "I guess I'm not invited, huh?"
Geoff replies, "Somehow Lloyd? I can't picture you in a speedo!"
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"I am so learning to hate this bed, Alex!"
"I know," Alex replies as they go over another bumpy door ledge, "without me it's so lonely, right?"
"And cold."
When they entered the pool area, the cement apron of the indoor swimming facility, Kyle and Alex were amazed by the company they would be keeping.
Wattie, whom had guided Kyle from room to room, asks, "The bar is over there. Carman will be your bartender for this afternoon and of course you recognize Darryl. If the water is too warm or cold, just tell Darryl and he will make the adjustments."
Across the way, another dude caught Alex's attention, "I like the waiter's outfit!"
Wattie smiled, saying, "Today your waiter will be Hiro Tanaka." Snapping his fingers, he called, "Hiro, would you step this way please?"
'Mm-m-m', Alex thought, 'a snap of the fingers and the Asian beauty is all mine!'
Except for the few hairs around his nips and the thin, black treasure trail, Hiro appeared to be 'very' smooth.
"May I interest you in some crabcakes?"
"Sure," Alex replied, finding interest in other things, but the silver tray was in his way! "Want one Kyle?" he turned his attention. But more than Kyle was on his mind.
"Champayne, gentlemen?" It was Carman, from the bar, standing on the other side of Kyle's deluxe roll-around bed.
"Sure," Kyle replied. "Only problem, it's kind of tough in this reclining position?"
Alex watched as Wattie removed a straw, one of a few packed into the side of Carman's speedos. Alex made a funny all to himself, 'Hey! I wanted to do that!'
"I never drank champayne from a straw before, but I guess there's a first time for everything!" Kyle was amazed too, the straw being made of glass no less.
"I hope you showered, Carman?" Alex asks, the straw obviously tucked in the front of his speedo.
Smiling, Carman replies, "Sure, but I had a late morning orgasm and the straw could be tainted some dried leftovers on it!"
"Mm-m," Kyle replied. "No wonder this tastes spiked!" He takes the straw and gives it a few extra licks.
Alex says, "Whatsamatter? My honey not sweet enough for you?"
"On second thought, no offense Carman, but this does have a little vinegar-y taste to it."
"I'm sure if it were fresh, it would have different appeal," Carman replied with a grin.
All was in fun and they laughed it off.
"Can I take your order for drinks?" Carman asks, pressing his speedos down quite a bit, exposing his almost black trimmed pubes to retrieve a pencil and pad from his pouch-pocket.
Kyle jokes, "Um, can I clean the pencil off for you Carman?"
Alex reboots, "Want to clean 'my' pencil off?"
It was the type of environment, Carman not giving a thought about replying, "Looks more like a pencil made from a tree trunk, Alex!"
A dry glass, Alex was already feeling the effects, saying, "I'll show if you show!"
"Mm-mm," Kyle replied to that, knowing what size Alex was, wondering about the size of Carman's Italian sausage.
Neither Kyle, nor Alex ever thought it would happen, calling his bluff, they watched as Carman stuck his thumbs in between his skin and the elastic of his speedo and without a care in the world, shucked them to just above the knees.
"You're turn!" Carman replies, still holding his speedos above knee.
"Um, sorry Carman, but Alex's got you beat!" Kyle said, as Alex followed through with the 'bet', lifting his speedo away from his pubes, over his package and leaving them the same height as Carman's speedo.
Then, snapping his speedo back in place, Carman replies, "I have to admit it Alex, you've got me beat by a couple of inches."
"At least," Kyle replies.
"Maybe later we could have a 'taste off'," Carman ventures to say.
"Taste off?" Kyle inquires, not sure if what he is thinking is the same thing on Carman's mind.
Alex beats him to it, "Think honey, 'honey'!"
"Cool!" Kyle replies. "But only if I'm the judge!"
"Can't we share?" Carman asks Kyle.
"Caviar?"
"Sure," Alex replied to Hiro. "Want some 'honey'?" he addresses his lover.
"Sure, I'd love some honey," Kyle replies with a grin on his face. Without candor he asks, "So, what are you packin' Hiro?"
Kyle and Alex are both shocked when Carman says, "Come on Hiro. Show them that nice big piece of meat I sucked off!"
"Only if you bend over," Hiro told Carman.
The two couldn't believe the risque behavior, Carman turning around, peeling his speedo, exposing his butt, then Hiro walking around the table, his long cock in his hand, same time firming it up.
"You're not going to like...." Alex asked what it seemed to be obvious.
Hiro answered both Alex's question and the questioned look on Kyle's face, Hiro reaching back and spanking Carman on the ass.
"Ow-w-wch! Oh! Oh!" Carman belched out, both hands feeling up his ass. "Oh shit! Cayman wants me to model later. I hope your handprint is gone Hiro!"
"Model? Like with no clothes on?" Kyle asks.
"Um, like are visitors allowed?" Alex inquires.
Carman replies, "Only if you get involved."
"Oh wow!" Kyle suddenly says, looking beyond the gathering.
It was Nalin, but he wasn't in his professional attire. Instead he was clad in only a speedo, one with a little more fabric than Carman's and Hiro's. He had a lux towel over his shoulders, partially hiding his very hairy front. "Are you ready for a swim in the pool Kyle?"
"Um, like I'm in this bed. I'm not supposed to get up out of it," Kyle replied with cautioning.
Alex and Kyle burst out in laughter when Nalin replies, "Well if these two are done with their hump-de-hump fun..."
He had to stop, with all the laughter, Hiro replying, "Get your ass over that barstool and I'll show you the hump-de-hump dance, Nalin!"
"Maybe I'll shove my torpedo up your ass. I hope you will not gag on it!" Nalin gets even.
Right away, Kyle inconvenieced himself, stretching to look over the side of the table. In his own estimate, from the look of the bulge Nalin was packing, he could probably do it!
Saving himself from further ridicule, Hiro says, "If you want a hand getting Kyle in the pool, Carman and I could help."
"Oh no. I bring help along with me!"
"Hell yeah!" Alex voices opinion, seeing four muscled dudes walk in. He did make an opinion, "Too bad they're hiding all that muscle," he said of their shirts.
Nalin yells over to the four, "Alex wants the shirts off!"
"No problem," one of the four yells back.
Three of them take their shirts in their bare hands and rip them to shreds, exposing their worked pecs and abs.
The fourth muscle dude walks over to Alex and says, "You want my shirt off, do it!"
"Um, you're not going to like punch my lights out, if I do?" Alex replied, thinking there was a catch to this.
"This convince you?" the bald-headed muscle man replies, taking the back of Alex's head in his hand and forces their lips together.
Kyle laughs his ass off, but then sees Alex's struggling mellow out, "Hey, I think that's enough 'Atlas'!"
They stop, 'Atlas' saying, "You gonna do my shirt? Only one way it's coming off!"
"Will it turn you on?" Alex asks.
"I'm already turned on, standing here and checkin' out you're fuckin' hot bod!"
"Okay," Alex replied, placing his hands at the crew neck of the muscle shirt. He gives a little tear.
"Oh c'mon. Get rough with me Alex. I love it when guys take me on!"
When Alex places his hands in the same place, 'Atlas' takes Alex's hands in his and gives a hefty pull. "Fuck yeah! Strip me!"
Carman, returning with another round of champayne, says, "Why don't you let Alex take on your steel abs, Ron?"
"Hell yeah!" Ron replies. "C'mon Alex, give me a nice hard pound right here," he points out a spot right above his smooth navel.
"Pound?" Alex replies.
Hiro, showing up with another round of h'orderves, hands the tray to Alex, "Hold this. Let me show you what Ron craves."
"Now you're talking!" Ron replies, repositioning himself with his feet shoulder width apart.
"Hey, Carman, get your ass over here and stretch me out!"
"Huh?" Kyle said, wondering what it meant.
"With pleasure," Carman says, sort of with an evil twang to it. After weaving his arms up and under Ron's arms, putting him in a full nelson, Carman lifts his knee and braces it against his back.
"Oh yeah," Ron replies, "Feels so fuckin' damn hot!"
"Yeah," Carman speaks Ron's language, "gonna stretch every muscle fiber in your bod, Ron!" He pulls back on the muscled bod, pressing his knee in further.
"Bring it on Hiro... bring it on!"
"Wow!" Kyle replies, but is doubly wowwed when Hiro winds himself up in some kind of Kungfu stance, his knuckles the forefront of what looks like a fist.
"You're not going to..." Alex says, not paying attention to the little sandwiches, black olives rolling off the tray.
Before he could finish, Hiro makes a 'wee-ahhhhh' sound and plows his fist into Ron's stomach.
"Ooh-ah-h-h-h-h-h!" Ron replies, feeling the fist dig deep into his abs, then recover, grabbing some air.
"You okay?" Kyle says with concern, Carman doing a release, Ron bending in half.
Immediately standing up straight, Ron does some stretching; arms, neck, twisting at the waist, "Ah-h-h that felt so damn good!"
"It like didn't even phase him!" Kyle exclaims.
Before relieving Alex of the tray, Hiro says, "Get those olives off the floor for me, Ron."
It was said in a way which both Alex and Kyle thought it strange.
"No problem," Ron says, bending down, getting on hands and knees, doggy styled.
Alex smiled, knowing this was all 'planned', Hiro making another 'windup' sound, his bare foot tensed, lifted backwards, then quickly rushed forwards, tucking in Ron's gut.
"Ugh-h-h-h!" Ron replies, flipping over onto his back, lying flat out on the ground. "Oh fuck Hiro!"
"He's such a woosie!" Carman says, refilling Kyle's and Alex's flutes.
"Oh yeah, Carman?" Ron says, suddenly totally recovering, jumping up to his feet. "Why don't we see what you're made of!"
"Don't make me laugh Ron!"
"Oh yeah?" Ron says, putting his hand on Carman's shoulder, his right hand making a fist.
Hiro puts his hand to the side of his mouth, bends towards Alex's ear and softly speaks, "Watch this!"
"I suggest you unhand me, Ron."
"Hee-heee... I knew you were scared yellow, Carm!" He makes a chicken noise.
"Yellow huh?" Carman says. His face filling up with a smile, Carman quickly does some fancy juggling with the Dom Perignon bottle and as the contents leak out onto the ground, the bottom is making contact with Ron's bod.
"Oh-h-h-h, right in the balls!" Alex makes a face, wincing, like it were his own balls which got caved in.
Joking, Carman turns to Kyle and Alex, asking, "Wanna see me shove it up his ass?"
"Watch out!" Kyle says, wincing after pointing.
"You fucking, dirty, double crossing asshole!"
It was Ron coming at Carman, one hand holding his crotch, the other balled up in a fist.
To Kyle, Carman says, "Wanna see what Hiro taught me?" He didn't wait for response. There wasn't enough time as Carman does some kind of ballet twirl, the base of his heel sinking into Ron's abs.
"U-u-u-u-uk!" Ron cries out, bending over like he just barfed.
Hiro's laughing his ass off, saying to Carman, "I give you an 'A plus' on that move Carm!" They high-five.
"Why don't we finish him off?" Carman asks Hiro.
"With pleasure."
"Um, guys," Alex tries interferring, "don't you think Ron has like.. had enough?"
Hiro replies, as the two go at him, "Ron never gets enough!"
"You fuckin' bastards!" Ron says.
But Hiro and Carman are already on him, each taking Ron's arms, Hiro on the left, Carman on the right. They pull his arms forwards, pairing up their fists, driving them home, dead center of Ron's abs. And if that wasn't enough, Carman gives hint, "See? I told you Ron was a pushover!"
He winked to Kyle, but already Hiro was in place, kneeling down on all fours, at the edge of the pool. Carman began singing the Pitbull's song, "Uno! Dos! One - two - tres - qua!"
And over Hiro's back Ron went, right into the pool with a cannonball splash.
To the ladder Ron swam like nothing happened to him. He got out and walked over to where Kyle was laid out. They lined up, one-two-three.
Ron says, "All together now fellas!"
The three bow, singing, "Ta-da-a-a-a-ah!"
Ron's muscle buds begin applauding, one commenting, "Good performance Ron!"
"I don't get it," Kyle says, he too softly applauding.
Alex is shaking his head, "You guys had me completely fooled!"
"Me too," Kyle adds, realizing it was all a show. "Um, doesn't your stomach hurt Ron?"
"Are you kidding?" One of the other muscle dudes says, "We all can take what Ron can take!"
"Is that so, Ty?" Ron says to him.
"I'll take that as a challenge," Ty, ripples of ab muscle, tells Ron.
Kyle wouldn't mind another show, it was so realistic, but he also wanted to see if Nalin was going to get him in the pool or not. He seemed to have developed a trust in his therapeutic ways. "I thought you were going to get me in the pool?"
"I am," Nalin replies, sweeping Ron to the side with his hand.
Alex laughed, seeing Ron bare his teeth like a wolf readying for the kill. Then he wonders what's up, Ron moving with side-to-side steps.
He doesn't know what to reply when Ron offers, "How about you and I head off to the gym Alex? It would really turn me on to be hanging from a bar and having you work over my abs."
"I don't think so Ron. I'm nonviolent," Alex replies.
"What a pity. I bet you pack a hard punch."
Smiling, Alex thought about it, but not from the curved fist point of view. And thinking of past times in the townhouse, he replies, "Oh yeah. I can really pack a wallop of a punch!"
Ron returns, "Oh Alex. Then you gotta do me!"
Alex was thinking it 'could' be fun, wondering how tight Ron was, but their little conversation came to end, Ron being summoned over to Kyle's bedside.
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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