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FoR SaLE By OwNEr: CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy 14 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Thanks for helping us out with Kyle and Alex," Caleb made his lead in, stirring up conversation with Silas.
"Yeah, well I'm sorry, but I tend to get a little over-reactive when I hear people like your father talk about us the way he does," Silas takes the bait.
Catching it, the 'us', Caleb smiles a little, thinking of what he's observed and wondered if Silas 'is', has confirmed his thoughts. So, based on meeting Kyle and Alex, he asks Silas, "Are you partnered?"
Silas smiles and in retribute, "Why? Do you want to be?"
Maybe quite a bit overprotective of himself, all things considering with his father's nature of things, Caleb asks, "How do you know if I'm gay?"
"Dah, your father just as much came out and said it?"
"Oh right. Yeah, he does get upset over it."
"Besides," he relates to a few minutes ago, "a man doesn't haul off and kiss another guy without reason?"
"Oh that," Caleb says, smiling. "Impulse, I suppose."
Silas replies, "Well next time you're being impulsive I hope I'm around to reap the benefits!" He knew what could happen and didn't want to provoke the father, if he should happen to appear. So, instead of doing what his loins wanted him to do, Silas simply brushed his hand down Caleb's arm. He did leave Caleb with, "After the gig's over, if you want, we can all get together and 'talk'?"
"I'd like that very much," Caleb replies in an uplifting manner. "But," returning to negativity, "I think our father wants to flee from this homophobic hellhole!" This time, he ended the task of representing his father's wishes with a smile, returning the soft affection, his fingers touching Silas' hand, their eyes locking.
Suddenly Jason whistles, shouting softly to Caleb, "Hey!"
But it didn't do any good. Jason was too late in his warning.
Dropping a squared off bundle of spring water, it making a load thud on the floor, louder was their father's voice, Mark sweeping right over to Caleb, shouting, "What the fuck you doing Caleb?" His vocal anger didn't stop there, his pace quickening. Grabbing Caleb roughly at the elbow, he twirled him around. It was obvious to everybody Caleb's father saw him holding Silas' hand. "Didn't I tell you to fuckin' mind your own business?" he lashed out at Caleb.
"Yeah, but..." This time Jason was in for more than some unkind words. "Akkkkkkk!" Jason shouted, falling to the side as his father slaps him aside the head for the crime of interference.
"Hey," Silas says, grabbing hold of his father's arm, "that's going too far."
"Butt out faggot!" Mark yells, his fist plunging into Silas' gut.
Silas gets bent over, feeling his tender abs as he backs up, backs up and backs up, the wind knocked out of him.
"You fuckin' asshole!" Gregg Underwood yells, tackling Mark in the midsection, taking him into the drawn curtain.
"Oh shit Alex... you better make a run for Geoff... or anybody!" But by the time Kyle is finished with his sentence, Alex has already flown the coop!
Torn between helping Jason, but wanting to help out the guy who took it upon himself to defend his friend, Kyle tells Caleb, "Well just don't stand there... do something!"
By now, one of the curtains has half ripped out of the track, Mark and Gregg going to it, rolling around on the stage. Running over to the altercation, Caleb claws at the curtains, trying to find a way in.
The other two brothers, Lane and Jared, and out of spontaneously feelings, hustle across the stage to where Jason is being comforted by Kyle.
Silas' band is at his side. "Are you okay Silas? That goon... he didn't hurt you...too bad... did he?"
Seeing there's no way of finding no way into to the fracas, turns to Jason.
"Everything's okay here," Kyle assures him. Even Lane backs him up, "Jason's got a nasty cut, that's all." Nodding across the stage, Jared says, "What about him?"
Approaching the side of the stage where T.R.U.N.K.S.! was setting up, Caleb focuses his attention. Lying out, flat-lined on the stage floor, Caleb finds Silas, asking, "I'm terribly sorry what happened. Are you okay?"
Sitting up on a slant, Silas takes Caleb's hand and places it on his stomach. "If you rub it, I think it might feel better?"
"Really?" Caleb says in all sincerity.
What they hadn't realized is, Jason had regained his stance, after recovery from the slap to his cheek. "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed when Gregg Underwood was left flailing in the downed curtain, his father on his feet and headed towards Caleb.
"Wait Jason!" Kyle tried dissuade him from altercation. Whereas Lane and Jared weren't offering any assistance, Jason got up, much against Kyle's opinion, charged to place where Caleb was 'soothing' Silas.
Before anything can be said or done, they hear a big clamor, the cymbals sounding, followed by that of a bass drum.
"Oh shit!" Silas yells, doing a situp as they watch Jason hurled into the T.R.U.N.K.S! drum set. As he gets to his feet, Silas asks, "Where's a cop when you need one!"
Heralded on, Silas makes haste to rush across the stage, backed by his band, Caleb somewhere in between. "Okay man! You're going down!"
The three remaining brothers, and Kyle, sought to help Jason, whom had a small gash along his forehead, having made impact with a cymbal. Like cuddling a baby, Caleb was there to assist, nearly in tears over his brother's misfortune.
"He's going to be alright," Kyle said.
Caleb's attention was drawn between Jason and Silas, as he tried to subdue his father. He was torn between the brother who always stood up for him and the newly acquired man who was slowly becoming a substitute for what Jason stood for. Silas' group decided to seek out some help, leaving the stage, except for Gregg, who finally found his way out of the myriad of stage curtain pieces. Together, with Silas, the two finally managed to subdue Mark Elgin, Gregg pinning him to the wall. "I got him!"
"Are you sure?" Silas asks.
"Sure I'm sure!" Gregg replies.
Silas, manager of more than one group, has always found at performance venues, somebody fainting, or other deterrents towards concerts beginning on time or being interrupted. Once, he was really glad to have some medical training under his belt, when the tour bus ran off the road, Now, as he ran towards the enclave surrounding Caleb's brother, he saw from a distance just what was needed, immediately ordering, "One of you guys.... give me your shirt!"
Lane and Jared start peeling their black sweaters off over their head, but Caleb gets way ahead of them.
Kyle then says, "The white shirt would be better."
"This is the best I could do!" Alex arrives, all out of breath, toting Jason van der Linde along with him. He points over his shoulder, but Gregg is too involved in subduing the elder Elgin counterpart. "Where'd he go?"
To take the black neck tie off before the white shirt took time.
Kneeling there, Silas says to Alex, "Excuse me," taking his own white tee shirt off and mopping up Jason's split open forehead. "I hope somebody's dialed 911!"
Alex replies, "They're on the way," as he stands by Kyle and the rest of the two bands.
"Geoff know?" Kyle asks.
"I suppose he will. Ron went to find him."
Meanwhile, Silas has taken his tee shirt and torn it into long strands, talking his way through doctoring up Jason, "I have an official license to practice being a nurse!" Having left tackling Mark Elgin to the dude who showed up with Alex, he turns his attention away a second to ask, "How's the police-dude doing?"
It's Kyle who answers in the form of knowing Jason personally, telling, "That Jason sure has come a long way!"
"You know him?" Silas asks.
"Used to be a smartalecky kid," Alex tells.
Looking up at Alex, Silas takes a second glance. In all the turmoil he can't believe he's missed the opportunity to take in the features. The smile is stuck on his face as he tends to Caleb's brother. Saying to Caleb, he tells, "Your brother is going to be alright." He realizes Caleb is consistantly checking him out, like eyes feeling all over his bod. Evening up the stakes, he says, "Um, Caleb... I might still need your shirt?"
Already tore open in haste, but still on him, Caleb responds, "Sure, if you think you're going to need it?"
As Caleb is stripping is off over the back of his shoulders, Silas licks his lips, wondering how the two nips taste, poking out through his tee shirt. Wadding his own tee shirt up, he says, "Geez, your brother's bleeding up a storm," which he wasn't, because the bleeding has actually stopped. "You better give me your tee shirt too."
"You got it!" Caleb plays along because he didn't know any better! He hesitates, thinking of something, but then his brother becomes more important over whether anyone takes notice of the lines across his back.
Silas was feeling it in the crotch, the slight covering of reddish chest hair over the white pecs, pinkish nips resembling delectable delights, the strip, which matched the hair on his head, shooting down between taut abs, hair all mashed up in the pit of Caleb's stomach.
Wise to him, Alex says from above, "You better watch what you're doing, Silas?"
"I am... I am," Silas says, his attention turning back to Jason.
Apparently, Alex and Kyle's Jason, has subdued the father, with alleviating Gregg's help. Gregg is right there, lending hand if he needs it, but it seems like Jason has things under control. Elgin's front butted up against the far wall, Jason has secured both arms behind his back.
"Oh my, will ya looka that!" One of the band members from T.R.U.N.K.S! exclaims, drawing attention from Jason's medical standpoint, to the assailant.
There, they see Jason, one arm pinning Elgin to the wall, the other with his speedo down around his ankles. Kicking it up, Jason manages to lasso two wrists together, a tourniquet of sorts to bind them up.
"Strong lad!" Alex says of the long distance view.
"Ahem!" Kyle does a fake cough.
Announcing Geoff, Alex goes, "The 'bear' and his accomplice!"
But across the massive stage things were not all joking and fun. Directly behind Geoff, in walks his back up, Vince Maselli and Jorgen Ordman, along with, the whole security force, Pete Kraft, Ted Baer, Julian Baker, Thiago Sanchez, Tom Jarrett, Bobby Burago, Chetty El-Ali, Wade Taylor, Justin Keren...
With the whole security force in one place, or so it seemed, Kyle asks, "I wonder who's minding the store?"
Alex replies, "I think this takes precedent over bare buttocks!"
While Alex, Kyle, and the members of 'Sentinel' and 'T.R.U.N.K.S!' pay attention to the commotion involving Mark Elgin, Silas and Caleb have been having their own little chat.
"You okay baby?"
"Who?" Caleb looks around the circle, his attention drawn across stage, returning to Silas, "You mean me?"
Smiling at him, knowing Caleb is probably starved of affection, Silas' eyes drop as he says, "You have a fine looking bod. Been keeping yourself in shape, have you?"
"I don't know." And speaking on behalf of himself, as well as his brothers, since the quads seemed to match to the 'T', physically, "we don't have to work at keeping ourselves in shape. It just happens naturally."
He would have wanted to keep up with fraternizing with Caleb, but then Jason began coming around.
"Where am I? Oh man have I got a headache!"
Maybe confused, on account of Jason was the spitting image of Caleb, except Caleb's piercing near his brow, upper left eye and Jason's short-cropped goatee, he reports, "You're going to be alright baby..." then realizing his mistake.. "I mean Jason..." he looks to Caleb, smiles and then returns to Jason, "you have a nasty cut on your forehead. It seems your head decided to make some music during the scuffle with your father!"
"I feel like I drank down a fifth of vodka!"
Caleb sets the record straight, "Jason's joking. Our father would never let us drink. Forget it, if he ever smelled liquor on our breaths!"
Silas wanted to ask, but would leave it till later to ask about his Caleb's father's demerit system.
By now, the gathering around Jason had dwindled to the three. With the question asked, Jason and Caleb exchange glances. Jason says, "Tell him. It doesn't matter now I guess."
Caleb was the one barechested, save for his black necktie, the only remnants of the top half of the group's 'uniform'. As he pressed his hands to the stage floor and turned around, Jason explains, "Poor Caleb always got it worse than the rest of us, because he is gay."
"Fuck, that's disgusting!" Silas says. Then, thinking he meant Caleb's back, which wasn't pretty, with lines running across it, from the shoulder blades down to midback, "I mean not your back. I mean what that bastard did to you."
From years of ridicule and the possibility Caleb was being liberated from keeping himself inside himself, as he turned back, he bagan to sniffle. Probably it was the catalyst which made Jason start to think on the same wavelength.
The two kneeling, Silas moved in to comfort Caleb, but realizing Jason was being left out, he used his right arm also, doing his best to comfort the other.
Gregg Underwood 'happened' by, telling, "Aren't you being kind of greedy, Silas?"
Relinquishing his hold on Jason, Silas says, "Help yourself."
Caleb says, "Um, Jason's not gay," thinking Gregg had motives towards thinking of Jason in this way.
"No problem," Gregg says in an easygoing way. "I figured it's the least I can do for somebody who helped me fix my G-string, is be a friend?"
He offered his hand. Jason took it, but didn't readily let go. Being things had progressed as they did, he didn't sense any fear, saying, "I'll been such a coward."
"Huh? What do you mean Jase?" Caleb says.
Jason showed him, tugging on Gregg's hand. Losing his balance, Gregg fell forwards as he squatted down. Catching him on the cheek, Jason planted a kiss!
In response, Caleb questions, "Jase? What is this about?"
Silas thought of this as a 'brotherly' moment, so took Gregg back to where Kyle, Alex and the rest of the band stood, minus their 'business manager'.
Seeing the two from afar, Jared says, "I take it Jase is outing himself?"
"You knew?" Silas asks.
Alex and Kyle too extended their curiosity, "Jase gay?"
Speaking on behalf of both, Jared says, "Lane and I had our suspicions, but we kept it to ourselves. It would have served no purpose for us to mention it to our father."
With a sense of trust developing in the early stages, whereas he's shown kindness to Caleb, Silas finds it not a problem, joking, "I guess one 'bad apple' in the family was enough!"
"Yeah," Jared sighs. His attention, geared towards the brothers sitting on the floor in front of the wrecked drum set, draws a melancholy moment from the other two brothers.
Till Lane says, "Do you think Jase's head has ruined your drum set?"
Panic set in on the stage, Cayman rushing up the stairs, hands waving wildly in the air, "I came as fast as I could run... oh my! What's happened here?" he says of the disarray.
"Excuse me," A beefy fellow says, carrying a medical kit.
Cayman's ready to 'bust' this fellow, saying in an accented manner, "Well, excuooose me!" All signs of calamity befallen the victims seems instantly erased from his mind as he gazes on the over six foot tall 'Norseman'. "Oh my Gawd!" Cayman exclaims, viewing the medical uniform, busting out wide at the shoulders, caving in towards the waist, rendering a swimmers build. "Excuse me," he says to those around him. Not waiting for further explanation, he says, "I better make sure the lad is taken care of!"
"Cute man," Silas says, watching Cayman, all decked out in a speedo, hustle across stage.
Tom Space, waiting in the wings, addresses Silas, "He's not the only one!"
"Is that so?" the twenty-five year old plays with Tom.
Right up front, Tom asks, "How about after all this winds down you drop by my office so we can fuck around?"
Silas replies, "Thanks, but after all this over I've got a hot date with a sweet fellow." He turns and walks towards the drum set.
By now another paramedic has arrived. It is most obvious to Kyle and Alex, the latter paramedic can't keep his mind on his work!
"I think it's safe to transfer him to the stretcher," 'swimmers build' says.
But just as they are about to do so, Jason keels over.
The medic-dude with the short attention span suddenly perks up, "He's going into cardiac arrest!"
"Oh my God, he's having a heart attack?" Caleb says out loud.
The two were standing there, Silas comforting Caleb, replying, "No. A heart attack is not the same thing as cardiac arrest."
In no time at all, Jason was lying on the stretcher brought in. In retrospect, instead of the 'swimmer', the other medical personnel was right on it, administering to Jason. "Oh shit! The damn thing doesn't work!" he says of the modern way from reviving a patient.
"Excuse me," 'swimmer' says, moving to the side. With brute force he tears open the front of Jason's black shirt, ripping open the white dress shirt underneath. "Damn, I'm surprised you guys aren't dehydrated in all this clothing!"
"I wondered that myself," Silas mentions, his hand grazing up and down Caleb's back till he realizes he's planing over the welts. He softly says, "I'm not hurting you am I?"
"No," Caleb is quick to comeback, but with more interest, "I hope Jase is going to be okay."
As the DJ's music is blaring outside the main curtain, partially destroyed to the far right, the paramedics work on stage. Around them, two security officers keep the small enclave from venturing too close to the medics, Thiago and Justin having been ordered to hang back from the rest of the force.
Mouth-to-mouth proved suffient, Jase coming around. An emergency tank of oxygen was admitted, but soon pulled away. After a few coughs, the victim seemed to be breathing on his own and without a glitch. Directly above him, Jase said, "Thanks." He tried to smile, but fell asleep, right after reading the little plastic ID, Raymon Velasquez.
"He's not arrested again?" Caleb exclaims in worry.
Looking up towards Caleb, Raymon replies, "No. More like sleep. He's going to be alright."
As things began to wrap up, of course Cayman cornering the 'swimmer-paramedic'. As they were departing, he had Tom Space give him contact information, as he told him, "Well Georgie, anytime you feel you want to give up running around, saving people's lives, give me a call!"
To match his stature and bod, George replies in a macho voice, "I'll keep it in mind Mr. Karlyle," pocketing the card.
Right away, Cayman's brain begins churning out the ideas for a 'medical' calendar! "Make a note for Mr. January, Tom!"
Tom Space wasn't opposing the thought, though he figured Raymon Velasquez would do nicely as 'the whole summer'! He not only entered George Finn into his computer database for 'standbys'.
As things happen, not quite the usual way around the Cayman Karlyle Estate, Jason found himself being put in the back of the ambulance, waking up just in time to protest.
Money talks and was speaking loud enough for Cayman to direct Tom to instantly draw up checks for George and Raymon, backing Jason out of the truck.
George complains, "But I was supposed to go off duty and visit my mother in Huntington."
"You would give up this?" Cayman wavered a hand, a partial view of the pool, dozens of healthy bods in and out of the splashing water.
"My Karlyle, thanks very much, but I'm not really into the gay scene."
Cayman was prolly more dejected, thinking of losing that beautiful swimmers build to the heterosexual world!
However, it didn't take hardly any convincing at all for Raymon, giving up reporting to his quiet apartment for another round of Tv dinners! And, since he was there for Jase, he didn't mind at all being a part of the Stud Muffin Party.
Walking off from the back are of the stage, Cayman slung orders around, as to where Raymon would be sleeping, giving him roughly carte blanche over where he went and what he did. For now, Jason and Raymon were whisked away to some rooms for resting up, George there for the purpose of helping weed them through the crowds. George got used to being touched, whereas Raymon didn't mind it at all!
Lane ventures to say, "Um, Mr. Karlyle, sir... like what do we do?"
"I beg your pardon?" Cayman says, turning around, after being interrupted with some 'more' grand plans for the weekend, all dictated to Tom Space who entered it into his laptop. Whereas Cayman had Tom to dictate every move to, Tom had his laptop, an invaluable resource to keep him up to date.
Picking up on where Lane was going with this, Caleb, still nuzzled in the pocket of Silas' armpit, says, "We're more or less stranded here now."
The small circle, composed of Cayman, Tom, Caleb, Silas, Lane and Jared, it's reported, "Well I can't very well let this happen. Of course, you can become part of the crowd. You know... blend in?"
It's Tom whom thinks of, "What about clothes?"
Right now, as it stands, Caleb and Silas were barechested, except for Caleb's black necktie, still around his neck. He already got some passerby comments about his 'nice tie'. As for Lane and Jared, they report, "What we came in is what we're wearing home."
Which brought Caleb to another dilemma, "Our father's got the key to our apartment. We wouldn't be able to get in if we wanted to."
Jared gives solution, "Unless we broke down the door!"
Cayman thought Caleb to be very cute and in doing so, was calling the whole lot of brothers 'cute'. It set him to thinking in his mind, 'September, October, November and December'!
His off the cuff renderings set Tom to typing, mandating he open the extra guest house, one usually set aside for dignitaries, probably as luxurious a setting as the main house itself.
Caleb was to understand this being done for him and his brothers, but questions, "What about Silas?"
"Oh there's plenty of room for ten bands!" Cayman directs Tom into entering information.
As Lane and Jared flank Cayman on either side, Silas and Caleb follow along with Tom Space.
"First I need the names of each of your band members," Tom asks, resting his laptop on a table, partially cleared of cocktails. A waiter passing by, Tom says, "Jimmy, would you clear this for me?"
"Right away Mr. Space," Jimmy replies.
Wearing less than Caleb, Jimmy sports a silver speedo, extra low rise and a black bowtie.
"Forget the band," Silas jokes. "Next year I'm applying for a waiter's job!"
"I can put your request in now, if you want it?" Tom says to Silas.
"Really?"
"Me too," says Caleb.
Silas follows up, "Yeah, put us both in."
After a little typing, Tom says. "There!" hitting 'enter'. "You're hired!"
"Just like that?" Silas asks.
Caleb follows, "Don't you have to clear it with Mr. Karlyle?"
Shooing the skepticism away, Tom follows through entering what rolls off of Silas' tongue, "I'll give it to you in order."
"Order?" It floors Tom, for once not having a clue.
"Yeah. 'T.R.U.N.K.S.!' is made up from the last names of the band members." And he rattles off, "Brady Trask, Davide Rodriquez, Gregg Underwood, Maurat Narkargan, Mitch Kitchell and Mike-Robert Starks. Get it? Trask, Rodriquez, Underwood, Narkargan, Kitchell, Starks? T, R, U, N, K, S?"
"I get it," Caleb says. "Very smart. Was that your idea?"
Silas smiles, replying, "Of course!"
Tom wasn't so sure of it, but it was cute, if you looked at it with the perspective of the two being a tight couple. "We'll go over it later," Tom replies, shutting his laptop.
Reporting with a fresh tray to clear the table, Jimmy asks, "You're leaving already Mr. Space?"
"Uh yeah," then after a slight hesitation, "Stop by my office when you get off duty. I don't have any loose change on me for a tip!"
"Cool!" Jimmy, who looks no older than Caleb, replies.
Silas is wise to the option, but Caleb hasn't a clue, saying, "I've got five bucks in my wallet if that'll save Jimmy a trip?"
Playing along, Jimmy replies, "Oh you're such a sweetie. Thanks, but I think Mr. Space was thinking of maybe something more."
"Oh. Well, I've got a ten, but that's all I have in spending money," Caleb replies.
Silas gets them both off the hook, "I think Tom was thinking more of around twenty!"
On their way to the accomodations, the three Elgin boys were talking it up, wondering why Jimmy was getting a twenty dollar tip for clearing three cocktail glasses from the table!
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"What do you think is going to happen?" Alex quizzes Geoff, as they return to the party.
"It's a tough call at this point. For one thing, they're going to have to wait till their old man settles down. Man, what a trip!" Geoff tells them as he settles his weary bones in a lounge chair.
"Mai Tai's?" Swifty asks.
"Sure," Alex replies for he and Kyle. He doesn't wait for Geoff's preference before running off.
"What's in a Mai Tai?" Kyle asks.
As Geoff closes his eyes to the sun, he rattles off, one ounce gold rum, one ounce dark rum, one ounce triple sec, half-ounce lime juice, half-ounce Orgeat syrup, a maraschino cherry, pineapple and a mint sprig. Throw it all in a shaker with ice, toss it up to heaven a few times, then strain into old fashioned glasses over crushed ice. Oh and don't forget the straw!" He opened his eyes for the final sentence, giving them a wink!
"I didn't get the syrup part," Kyle questions.
"Orgeat," Geoff replies. "Made in the Caribbean, but don't ask me what of."
"Close enough," Alex deems it. He then asks Kyle, "How about a swim? I'm getting kind of sweaty already baking out here in the sun."
"I know," Kyle replies, "and you look soo-oo delicious!"
"Stop it!" Alex says. "You're gonna make me hard in front of all these men!"
"Oh really?" Geoff says, popping open his eyes and lowering his shades as his eyes take in Alex's lower view.
"I said 'make me' Geoff. I'm not like hard 'yet'!"
"Really Alex. You coulda fooled me!" Geoff laughs it off, Alex's pronounced bulge, one not telling the difference of whether he is hard or soft!
"Funny Geoff. And what about you?"
"You fuckin' little weasel!" Geoff sits up, ready to take off after Alex after he has just groped him.
"Where's Alex going?" Swifty asks, both hands carrying a tray of four drinks, little colored straws popping out of each.
"For a swim in the pool," Kyle tells him.
Geoff lies, "Yeah. He was getting hard from watching all the boys playing with each other and had to go cool off his crotch!"
"I can understand why," Swifty replies. "Don't think he's the only one!"
"Oh really?" Geoff questions, peering at Swifty's swim suit, probably the only one which looks like the standard L.L. Bean model, only with a Hawaiian flavor, instead of two puppies looking for duck in the swamp.
On the contrary, Geoff wore the skimpy speedo model and even though a full-fledged 'bear', down below he had every right wearing one, his stealth, beefy, bear bod showing he was packing it in very nicely!
"I think I'll go see if Alex is cooled off yet," Kyle excuses himself.
"Oh do you need help, dear, getting up?" Swifty offers.
"Nah. I'm getting more self-sufficient with each passing day. But thanks. And thanks for the drinks," he says, carting away his and the one designated for Alex. As he neared the pool, all Kyle could do was laugh. There was Michael and Scotty, but wrapped around Michael's loins wasn't his speedo, but a pair of Alex's briefs!
He got mixed up, drinking from both drinks as he stood there, hearing one guy say, "I simply 'adore' the extra space in the front!"
Like himself, the model was tall, blond, the thin, squiggly treasure trail which dipped into his, he presumed, shaved pubes. So fascinated with this one model, he didn't realize he was consistently taking drags on the little straw in the Mai Tai.
He followed Alex's gaze right up to where his hairy chest was right in front of him, Alex asking, "Which one is mine or are both of them yours?"
Shaking both a little, Kyle hands Alex the one less full, "This one's yours."
"Hmm," Alex weighs the volume in his hand, "I think I got gypped!"
"I can share!" Kyle says, in a bright tone.
"Good," Alex says, taking Kyle's drink, taking a long drag on the straw. "Potent!"
"Not as potent as those boys checking out Michael's 'swim suit'!"
Alex turns to face the crowd of boys, some their noses almost in Michael's business as they admire the bright-toned briefs. "Yeah, ain't it a pisser?"
Kyle laughs, saying, "Yeah, wouldn't it be more of a pisser if he had to piss?"
"I think we better sit down," Alex replies.
"But I came to go swimming with you!"
Seeing Kyle having made light work out of making the Mai Tai cups 'lighter', he figured the big pool would not be a good idea. He spotted something a little more shallow and cozier. In fact, no one else was in the small pool, so they sat down, having the whole circular pool to themselves.
"Just sold another one!" Michael yells over to Alex.
Alex sends back the 'thumbs up'!
"Is Michael making you a small fortune today?"
"More like recognition, speaking of which, he told me some startling news," Alex replies.
"Oh?" Kyle says, leaning back, then after 'shocking' his sore arm, leans forwards after announcing, "Ooh that hurt!"
Remedying it, Alex lies down almost entirely, telling Kyle, "Here, lay on me!"
"Mm-mm!" Kyle says. "If you feel the urge, just poke me!" Then he skips over, "So what's up with Michael?"
"Not necessarily with Michael, but news of Scotty moving up in the world."
"How so?" Kyle asks as indeed he feels he's willing Alex's vitals to expand.
"Tom Space offered him the lead chef's position at the estate and as I understand it, it's a year round position!"
"What happened to the 'old' chef?"
"Quit. It's still developing, but what I gather the other chef was offered a Tv deal," Alex replies as his hands take up with some underwater massaging.
"Um, you can like do more than my pecs and tummy, Alex."
"I'm getting there... I'm getting there... don't you worry!"
"Oh, I'm not worried!" Kyle smiled at him almost upside down.
He got an upside down kiss, Alex saying, "So back to the other thing, what it seems Michael was trying to tell me is they will be living out here at the Karlyle estate."
"Oh-h-h," it put a downward spin into Kyle's day. "I'm gonna miss them."
"You and me both, especially that Michael."
"It's funny."
"What is?"
"I brought Scotty home and feel more attached to him, whereas you found Michael and I think you are close to him."
Alex smiles, saying, "I really love that kid!"
"As much as you love me?"
Giving it back to Kyle, same thing rendered before from his partner, Alex says, "Let me think about it!"
"Okay. Now we're really even," Kyle says.
From subject to subject they hopped, Alex asking, "Oh, so tell me... how was Caleb's kiss?"
"A little forced, but not bad."
Alex asks, "As good as my kiss?"
Straying from an answer, Kyle veers off, "Your hands are doing a good job now!"
"How can you tell?" he asks, Alex flexing his abs while thrusting his hips a little.
"I can tell! I can tell!"
Such a sweet moment for the two to be disturbed, Michael saying, "Hey Alex, this is Berki. He wants to talk with you. Bye!"
"Cute!' The tanned thirty-something year old said, wading into the pool, with inviting himself, "May I?"
"Sure," Alex replied.
Kyle was a little perturbed, especially when something was forming in the depths of the pool!
Offering his hand as he waded in, he says, "I'm Berkeley Atazzi, but my friends call me Berki." And as they shook hands, Berki replies, "I now consider us friends!"
A little tipsy, Kyle asks, "Can I be your friend too?"
Alex introduces, "This is my partner Kyle Dryfiss whom has had one too many Mai Tai's!"
"I have not!" Kyle says with indignancy. Then right off, he says right off to Berki, "I bet we're really going to be good friends."
Wondering 'why', as much as Berki, he waits for Berki to question, "Oh and how would that go?"
With a bright smile, Kyle assesses, "Because I like really hairy guys!"
Alex looks off to the side, waving to a pair of guys who think he's checking them out, in a move like he doesn't want to 'know' Kyle at the moment!
But the thirty-three year old doesn't mind a bit, saying, "I think that's awesome!"
'Oh boy,' Alex thinks to himself, this Berki dude has had more 'sauce' than Kyle!
"Cool!" Kyle replies.
Inviting, Berki renders, "In fact, feel free to touch."
Like a little boy in a candy store, Kyle pleads, "Can I Alex? Can I?"
Rolling his eyes, Alex says, "If Berki says it's okay."
Again, Alex turns his head, seeing the two hot models looking his way. Since Kyle is being so risque, he throws a kiss their way! One of the boys had his back to Alex. Since they were the distance of the other end of the pool, the other one who acknowledged the gesture, tells the other one what happened. 'Oh boy!' Alex thinks when they both head over to the small pool. Right away he gets the idea they are boyfriends and he's just blown a kiss across the waters to the guy's beloved!
"Mind if we join you?"
What could Alex say after he more or less 'beckoned' them over!
"Why of course!" Berki took over the helm, moving closer to Kyle so the two models could sit their almost bare buns down.
"Nice speedo," Alex says of the one almost resembling a thong.
Kyle says, "But not too close, guys," his hand upright and waving for them to move a few more inches from Alex's right arm. "Further."
They move a few more inches.
"Okay. That's good."
But Alex had to laugh, Berki almost in Kyle's lap, his arm around the outside of the pool, probably grazing the ridge of Kyle's shoulders!
"How long can I touch you?"
The other two introduced themselves by first names only, Seth and Shane. Seth says, "I wouldn't bother asking. Just do it!"
Alex figures it wasn't only Berki and Kyle who have drunk like fishes. He's thinking, 'Am I the only sober man around here?'
He then hears Seth say, "Anybody want to see Shane suck a cock underwater?"
He figured Shane would hit Seth over the head for mentioning it, but Alex was surprised, Shane going along with it, adding his own two cents, "Yeah, you'll be amazed at how long I can hold my breath?"
"Oh!" Berki jumps in the pool.
Kyle laughs, Alex wondering what kind of mischief he is up to.
Berki reveals, "Careful! I have such sensitive nips!"
It only serves to make Kyle giggle long and louder, after giving the hairy nip a tug.
"Or," Seth states, "Shane's not particular. Though he prefers cock, he can suck balls or 'nips'!"
"Can't Shane speak for himself?" Alex asks, annoyed at Seth doing his bidding for him.
Taking it as a request, Shane says, "Sure I can. What's your preference Alex?" he gets up, exchanging places with Seth, so he can sit next to Alex.
"I wasn't meaning it for myself," Alex replies.
Leave it to Kyle to say, "It sure sounded like you meant it for yourself Alex!"
"Oh! Stop that!" Berki jumped again, followed by Kyle giggling.
"You can play with my nips all you want," Seth says, putting his elbows up on the edge of the shallow pool, which makes his perfectly smooth pecs stand out, the smoothness of them highlighting the two perky pec-spots.
"Hmm," Berki says, gazing at Seth's pecs. "Wouldn't mind having one of them for lunch myself!"
In the meantime, Alex is fending for himself, trying to fight off with words, "No. Really. It's okay Shane. I get plenty of tongue action from my partner."
He was so cute. Maybe a year older than Alex, twenty or twenty-one, reddish hair, which dictated he was prolly of Irish or Scottish descendency and one of the few models who had any visible hair above the bellyhole, a wisp around each nip and the happy trail starting above the navel.
At least Kyle thought him to be adorable, saying, "Oh c'mon Alex. Don't dissapoint the poor guy. Besides," he stray from his New York accent, "I ain't never seen nobdy suck cock underwater!"
In a last ditch effort, Alex tried throwing the attention off, speaking of Seth and Berki, Berki having his way with sucking Seth's nips, "Isn't that the most pathetic things you've ever seen?"
"Oh, he can take it lots rougher than that, Berki!" And to demonstrate, Shane scoops up Seth's nip meat, squeezing hard and giving it a twist.
"Oh fuck Shane!"
"What?" Shane says when Seth comes back, annoyed at him. "You always like your nips worked hard!"
"But Berki is being so... nice... and calm with them."
Wise to what Berki is doing, Shane says, "Oh really. Would it matter that he has his hand down your pants?"
"Might have something to do with it!"
Kyle asks, "Are you two boyfriends?"
Shane replies, "We 'were' when we got to the party, but now..."
"Alex, cheer Shane up!"
"What do you mean cheer Shane up? Like how do you mean that?" He questions Kyle. "Didn't we just go through all this?" Alex meant about devotion, fidelity and all that other rubbish.
"I know," Kyle said, his puppy dog eyes showing through. "But can't you do it just once to help poor Shane out?"
"I'll make it a quickie," Shane says with promise. "I won't even make you come so you have plenty of saved up juice for Kyle later?"
"He's not going to make you come, Alex," Kyle reiterates.
Very reluctant, Alex gives in, "Okay, but for only a minute or two at the max."
But in the end, it was Seth in a huff, evacuating the pool when Berki exclaimed at how hot it was, seeing Shane's head underwater, it bobbing up and down as he worked Alex's cock over. He did it for more than two minutes, coming up for quick bouts of air, but too strung out was Alex to ever have him stop!
"Oh yeah," Kyle said, Berki taking over stroking Kyle off.
So picture the shallow pool, Alex reclining, Shane's head bobbing in and out of the water, Kyle and Berki like a side dish, Berki's left hand on his own cock, his right wrapped around Kyle's.
Alex made the loudest sound and he couldn't believe it, that after all the fuss he made, his hands grabbed the sides of Shanes head and pierced his vocal cords when he came.
Right after, Kyle's manjuices, shooting through the crystal clear water gave Berki a jolt, him reacting, "Oh that's so fuckin' cool!"
By the time Alex was running on empty, Shane was breathing heavily. "Okay?" Alex asks, winded.
"I'm fine," Shane replies.
Berki yells over, "Good. You want to finish me off?"
"Sure!" Shane replies like he never even dipped below the surface of the water.
About to deepsix, Berki stops him with, "Unless you want to do it on 'drydock'?"
Standing, his own cock piercing the boundaries of his speedo, Shane looks down on Berki, asking, "Can I suck your nips?"
"You can suck anything you want, dear, as long as I get what I want!"
"Cool! Where?"
Apparently, it couldn't be done in the small pool, at least as much as Berki had in mind doing.
Alex asks, "Um, did you want to talk to me about something, Berki?"
"When it's at the Karlyle Estate, it's pleasure before business!"
Kyle says, still recuperating after a fantastic orgasm, shooting his wad down to Davy Jones' locker... not of The Monkees fame, "I like his logic!"
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
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