Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2009 15:11:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: FoR SaLE By OwNEr:  CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy  04

You know the drill: 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, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns,
villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or
non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene
involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here?
Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up
your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under
18 years of age, in most states 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  04
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Before Geoff arrived at the locker room of the main pool, Julian Baker
carried on small talk with yet another unwelcomed `guest' at the `Cayman
Karlyle Stud Muffin Party'. "You know where you went wrong, Byron?"

Instead of answering the question, Byron answers with a question of his
own, "How old are you Julian?"

Standing there, wondering if this is a trick question or just an approach
to bs him, Julian figures it wouldn' t hurt to play by the kid's rules,
"Twenty-eight. What about yourself?"

"Eighteen. Why? How old do you think I look?"

Julian smiles, replying, "Eighteen."

"That's it?" Byron replies.

It makes Julian smile. "Why? How old do you `think' you look?"

Byron thought he looked older, figuring at only eighteen, having some nice
blond chest fuzz coming in, a thin trail down his abs, sort of swirling
around his navel in a darker shade than his head of hair, plus the low rise
speedo showing off a good amount of his blond pubes. Hairy fronts made a
guy look older. He figures he at least `look' like a college jock. But he
toned it down to, "Maybe nineteen?"

Running his eyes up, down, then up again, Julian assesses, "Yeah, I guess
you could get away with nineteen."

Next question from Byron makes Julian laugh, "Are you gay?" And then even
before Julian's humor dies down, "What's so funny?"

"Sorry, but I figured from the way I was checking you out, you would have
already figured that out!"

In all serious, Byron replies, "Cold man."

"Huh?" Julian lost his smile.

"Think about it Julian, you're a twenty-eight year old gay man. You've been
around longer than me. I'm an eighteen year old high school kid who's been
in the closet most of his life. You think I would be able grasp the concept
of being checked out?"

"Uh," Julian gave his only reply, totally floored by Byron's theory.

"But being you checked me out, when do I get to check you out?"

Another blast from the youth's lips left Julian's mind trying to find words
to follow up with. Fortunately, Geoff got him off the hook.

"Where'd you find him?" he grills Julian.

"The locker room. He was helping himself to a locker. I told him though,
his mistake was arriving before the guests."

"Would make sense," Geoff responds. "Nobody to blend in with."

Previously running it by Julian, Byron asks, "Do you think I have any
chances of becoming a super model?"

Unlike Darryl, in Geoff's opinion, Byron `had it made'. Sure, he could use
a few visits to the gym, but for a teen, he suspected him of being one, he
had looks which could drive any man's cock insane! After further
questioning, Julian quietly listened as Geoff's interrogation brought out
the fact Byron was a local boy and has been planning for several weeks the
means by which he was going to sneak onto the Karlyle grounds. And after
telling, Geoff gives opinion, "Not today." Then commanding, "Julian, I want
you to get ahold of Timothy Ryan and tell him to instruct the gardening
staff to take a walk around the perimeter of the estate and make sure there
are no branches hanging over the wall, so we don't have adventurers like
Byron here, entering without an invitation?"

"I'm not out to stalk anybody!" Byron said with attitude.

"Regardless," Geoff replies, "you are here unvited and this constitutes
tresspassing. So, if you will get dressed I'll escort you to the edge of
the premises and you can find your way home. Any questions?"

"No," Byron replied in a totally dejected manner, the chipper voice turned
down to a low-keyed pouting.

"I will be out in front of the clubhouse when you are ready."

Byron moved in slow motion, totally fed up with frustration, being his plan
which took him weeks to work out, was foiled. So caught up in his thinking
he didn't notice someone entering one of the forty or so aisles of lockers,
the one he occupied.

It was probably the landing of the Oakley backpack on the floor which
startled Byron enough to take notice. "I didn't see you around last year?"

"Huh?" Byron says.

"At the stud muffin party last year. I don't recall your being there. Not
that it matters. Every year we see two or three new models."

"Oh," Byron replied, impolitely staring! "Um, no, I wasn't... I mean at the
party last year, but thanks for asking."

"I see." Maybe a little set off by Byron, even though he would be a
facsimile of the perfect geek. Then sitting down on the same bench as
Byron, a locker between them, the dude says, "I'm Micah Leander." Being
formal he reaches out with his right hand.

"Oh hi," Byron addresses him, seemingly all in one breath, "I'm Byron
Lancaster and I'm not supposed to be here, but I've been planning on
scaling the back wall for weeks in hopes I can be here and maybe get
noticed?"

While his hand was still connected to Byron's, Micah replies, "Oh, like
believe me, you will not have a problem being noticed!" He wasn't thinking
of model stardom! "So, when did you arrive here?"

Byron pushed his glasses up on his nose. Then, in a less cheerful manner,
he says, "Doesn't really matter."

"Why not?" Micah says, leaning over to untie his sneaker laces.

"Because five minutes ago one of the security guards snagged me only ten
feet from the wall surrounding the estate."

"Oh. Bummer. So you're getting thrown out?" Micah removes his sneakers and
is peeling his socks.

"I guess Geoff is making the arrangements. I thought he was going to call
the cops and have me arrested. That `would not' go over too cool with the
`rents." Byron heard other `cool' kids took in that manner, so he tried it
too."  "But Geoff didn't call the cops. He said since I wasn't giving him
any grief, he's going to take me to the end of the driveway and turn me
loose."

"He looks like a cool guy, not like the security guard we had last
party. Even though I thought it was a cool party, I think Geoff is going to
make everybody tote the line!" Micah busied himself with opening an empty
locker, opening his backpack and taking some things out, depositing them
inside, then stripping off his tee shirt. It wasn't going unnoticed,
feeling a pair of eyes scanning him.

"Oh man. What I wouldn't give to look like you!" Byron said of Micah
Leander's muscled bod.

Likewise, after Byron gave opinion, what Micah interpeted as a compliment,
"You're not very far away from losing some of that `baby fat'. What, with a
few more days at the gym and..." he looks towards Byron's face, "hey, have
you ever tried contacts instead of glasses?"

"Nope. But about the gym, I used the high school gym a few times. If I
started up using it regularly, do you think I could get a sixpack like
you?"

"If you hit the gym three or four times a week and eat healthy, there's no
reason why you couldn't start on a sixpack, but," and Micah smiled when he
said this, "I think your `baby fat' is kind of cute!" He pokes Byron in the
stomach!

It gets a small smile out of Byron.

"Micah, are you a supermodel?"

"I've been called it a few times, but if someone called me a `model' it
would not get me bent out of shape. Not like some of the others."

"Hey Micah, how's it going?"

The two look up towards the end of the aisle and see three guys standing
there, one taking the lead. It doesn't phase Micah any, but for Byron he's
like whacked out of his gourd, seeing the three totally in the buff. He
took inventory.

"Speaking of which," Micah says under his breath, referring to a model who
might be very highly offended if somebody slipped and called them an
`ordinary' `model'.

""Who's this sonny boy?" One of the Greek-looking models asks. "Your kid
brother?"

"Yeah," Micah toys with them. "This is Byron."

The Israeli model walks over to Byron and says, "He doesn't look a thing
like you Micah." And as he closes in on Byron, introduces himself, "I'm
Yonathan Kinetz." And on the way down, bending over to kiss Byron on the
cheek, puts his hand on Byron's shoulder and says, "Welcome to
stud-heaven!"

It was a first, Byron being kissed by a guy and it reflected in him getting
tingles all over. He couldn't believe it. A guy kissed him and he liked it!

"That's no welcome," Kyp Kyprianou says, straddling the bench, leaning
towards Byron, who was facing Micah still and hugs him from behind. He
turns Byron's head towards him, twisting Byron's face to his advantage and
kisses him on the lips!

Byron immediately turns back to Micah with this astonished look on his
face.

"I think he's in shock," Gino says.

"Of course," Kip says, rising up. "Did you expect anything less from one of
my kisses?"

Then Byron is rocked out of his gourd, seeing this short Italian model,
caress the Greek, the two casually fondling each others cock. It was also
strange, Byron thought, the other guys `touching' him causing quite a
reaction, but when Micah placing his hand on his bare thigh, nothing.

"Get used to it," Micah tells him. "This isn't the last you will see of
this type of behavior."

Gullible, Byron replies, "Really? There's more?"

"Okay guys. Break it up!"

Byron gets a sneak peek, as the two models split at the sound of Geoff's
voice, but Gino is still holding his and Yonathan's cock together in one
hand.

"That's weird," Byron says to Micah in a tone only the two can hear.

Geoff didn't pick on their choosing to team up their hard shafts, but
instead, "You two have read the rule book, haven't you?"

"Sure, It was so boring on the bus we had to do something exciting," the
other Greek model says facetiously.

"Well in case you skipped over it, rule number two, outside of your
sleeping quarters, you are to be covered up down below," Geoff sternly
says.

"Oh?" Yonathan says. "What's rule number one?"

He says it seriously, but means it to be a joke, "No pissing on the toliet
seat!"

They all stand there, serious as all hell until Micah picks on, "Yon, don't
be so gullible. It's a joke!"

Gino starts off the laughter, saying as he pats him on his shoulder, "You
got us on that one Geoff." Then, while still addressing him, closes in,
suggesting, "By the way Geoff, you look tense. Why don't strip out of that
uniform and I'll give you a massage?"

Yon comments in jest, "Like what are you going to use for a tool `Shrimpy'?

They all broke out in laughter, except Byron, not getting it. For the
others, the whole joke came from last stud muffin party, when they measured
up each other, wondering who was the longest, Gino coming at the short end
of the stick.

Turning away from Geoff, Gino says, "Excuse me a minute Geoff." Then,
putting his hand on Yonathan's shoulder, Gino Graziano, five-foot nine
inches tall, measured in as the shortest model to grace the acres of the
Karlyle estate, rubs his hand on Yonathan's hairy chest and says, "How
would you like waking up some morning with your chest duct-taped, Yon?"

"Get your hands off this million dollar chest!" Yon barks at Gino, slapping
him on the stomach with the back of his hand.

"You guys saw that, right?" Gino says. Especially singling out Geoff, "You
see the red mark, right Geoff?"

"Yeah?" Geoff answers.

Gino says, "Well arrest him!"

Throughout the whole dialogue, the group, Yon, Micah, the other two models,
Davide Tomas and Kyp Kyprianou, are profusely laughing their asses
off. Byron joins in, but not sure if Gino is acting or is seriously pissed
off. He tones down his giggling.

Cracking a smile, Geoff says, "I think I should inspect the evidence
first!"

"See?" Gino says, detailing the reddish places with his two fingers drawing
circles on his taut stomach.

"Get your hands away so I can see Gino," Geoff replies as he bends over to
examine Gino's abs.

He gets a lude comment from the ranks, "Perfect, Geoff... just perfect!"

Geoff stands and turns towards Kostas Koutromanos, one of the models Micah
meant as being picky about the supermodel-model calling. "Tell ya what
Kostas, got a nice two foot billy club back in my room. You wanna play,
just try it, because I play rough. You wanna walk around with a sore ass
all weekend?"

"Um," Kostas says, putting his index finger in the air, "one minute. I
think I left my goggles back in my room!"

"What a woos," Byron says, which brings on buckets of laughter from the
rest. Kyp raises his hand for a high-five, Byron slowly raising his, slow
from inexperience.

"Now about those lacerations on your stomach Gino?" Then after examining,
"Hmm. I see what you mean there, Gino," Geoff cunningly says, both hands
wide open, framing up the small patch with each hand, formed into an almost
perfect square with index fingers and thumbs.

"You're in big trouble, Yon!" Gino assures.

Smiling, Yon asks, "But Geoff, wouldn't I have good premises for a
lawsuit?"

Standing up, Geoff defers his interest from Gino's gut to addressing Yon,
"Sexual assault at the top of the list?"

"What?" Gino replies. Flabberghasted, he defends, "But I only touched his
chest with my hand?"

"Not to mention," Geoff continues his charade of justice, "the threat of
bodily harm. I imagine getting that duct tape off would hurt like hell?"

Davide Tomas pipes up, "That's got to hurt and after it pulls out Yon's
chest hair, it will be all red. Maybe even some of the skin tear off?"

"Davide's right," Yon says, "I'll probably have red splotches all over my
chest."

Kyp adds to Yon's dilemma, "Most likely you will need plastic
surgery. We're talking at least five thousand bucks!"

"That's pure speculation and you know it Geoff!" Gino exclaims.

Micah jokes, "I guess this proves Gino doesn't spend all of his time in the
Fordham gym!"

Elaborating on Micah's joke, Geoff once again entertains the crowd,
admiring Gino's physique, "Oh, so that's where you maintain this rigid
six-pack?"

Suddenly, Gino's attitude mellows out, "Impressive, huh?"

"Yeah," Geoff replies, moving in for `the kill'. "Especially this part!"

The crowd goes wild with laughter as Geoff gives Gino's bellyhole a
`wedgie'!

"Oh fuck! Stop it!" Gino cries out as Geoff twirls his finger, round and
round, in Gino's deep innie.

"No," Yon says, "keep it up Geoff!"

And Davide spills, "It's Gino's `hot-spot'!"

"Shut the fuck up Davide!" Gino replies, grabbing Geoff's wrist, trying to
extricate it.

Yon leans over and takes Gino's cock in his hand. "Yup! It's getting hard!"

"Get the fuck off, pervert!" Gino scolds Yon and his probing hand.

Like Yon chased Gino's hand from his chest, Gino, one hand on Geoff's
wrist, trying to pull him off, the other hand forming around Yon's, `makes'
like he's trying to detach both.

"C'mon Geoff. You're going to make my navel all red...." But then it goes
beyond the point of no return, the loosening grip telling, lending the
truth.

"You want to really punish Gino," Kyp entertains thought, "stop what you're
doing."

"Oh really?" Geoff says, plucking his finger out of Gino's bellyhole.

"Oh-h-h," Gino makes the sound of his first whimper.

"I'd like to take you all the way Gino, but..."

"No Yon... don't...."

"Stop Gino?" Yon says with suggestion. "I guess Davide was right!"

Totally confused by the issues and with more important matters at stake
here, Gino replies as he holds his hard shaft, "I better go take care of
this!"

They all laugh, Davide saying, "Maybe I should go help him?"

Cracking up, Geoff says after Davide takes off in the direction Gino went,
"I think I missed something here?"

"That makes two of us," Byron says, realizing Micah, somewhere in the
fiasco, has turned one leg over the bench to straddle it and rests his arm
across Byron's shoulder like they were buddies from way back when.

Micah lets on, "They didn't know each other till they met on the bus."

"Right," Kyp fills them in, "Davide and Gino sat together the whole trip
out here from the city."

Yon lends some more information, "Off and on we would hear Gino let out a
moan."

"Yeah," Micah says, adding some humor, "and we thought it was the Montauk
Highway rocking the bus!"

Of course, with a giant, custom-equipped bus, more like an oversized RV
catering to guest's transportation to the Karlyle estate, those who rode on
it knew Micah's description was a bit exagerated, but it drove home the
message.

Byron asks, "So, Gino and Davide are boyfriends?"

"Hardly," Kyp sets him straight. "Davide has a cute little enchilada in
Barcellona he keeps full-'filled' when not on assignment!"

Thinking about what Kyp said, Byron would have to dwell on it a little
longer.

"Well gentlemen, some of us actually have to `work' to make a living."

"Oh Geoff," Yon whines and then changes his demeanor to sexy, "why don't
you strip off that stuffy uniform and let me show you how to relax. It's
the least I can do for you helping me out?"

At this point, Yon's cub-bod is almost pinning Geoff up against the
lockers.

Geoff cordially responds, "How about I get some duct tape and make you
smooth?"

Even Byron got this one, along with Kyp and Micah. A newcomer, strolling
into the gym, Philip Johnston asks, "What's so funny?"

Kyp enlightens him, "Geoff's gonna get some duct tape and make Yon smooth!"

Pressing his chest against Yon's, Philip says, "Get it on Geoff. Don't ya
know us smooth guys are more sensitive then you hairy beasts?"

Yon, playing along, latches on to Philip's shaved balls. "Oh really?"

Literally it becomes a tug-of-war, Philip's hand going to Yon's pubes,
instead finding his semi-rigid cock. Then, pressing himself even more
against Yon, Philip says, "Why don't we go take care of each other."

"Later, boys," Yon says.

Kyp finds himself a locker on the other side of Byron. "I didn't see `you'
on the bus?"

Around the corner they see Geoff's head, "Um fellas, remember the rules?
Lower anatomy covered up at all times?"

"Sure, Geoff," Micah replies, with a negative response, yet a smile
attached to it.

Right on with business, Byron, who imitates Micah's manners, extends his
hand to Kyp, "I'm Byron Lancaster."

"Good to know you," Kyp replies, ignoring the hand hugging Byron.

"Okay. That's enough Kyp!" Micah says, prying Kyp's arm away from Byron's
back.

"I guess I got carried away."

However, Byron sticks up for him, "With me you can get carried away!"

"You would think different if you got to know him," Micah says.

Kyp comes back with, "Spreading wild rumors about me, Micah?"

Then, to Byron, Micah tells like a bedtime story, "We stop at this gas
station in Sagaponack and of course we all get out to stretch our legs. But
before we know it, everybody is wondering where Kyp is!"

Not needing to complete the story, Kyp spells out, "Yeah, he was really
cute. Some local boy working his way through college. Looked real sexy with
all that grease on his face. Could have been a model if he was cleaned up."

"Is that what you promised him in the jon, Kyp?"

Relaxing, reflecting on the service center stop, Kyp places one hand on the
bench, leaning towards it, his other hand on his soft cock and dreams,
"Nah. When that sweet boy took one look at what I was offering, he stripped
right down and propped his ass over the sink!"

Taking a gulp, Byron asks, "You like... did him? Like right there in the
jon?"

Still in his daydream, Kyp replies, "Oh yeah and was he ever tight!"

"Unlike some of us, Kyp never passes up the opportunity to exercise his
dipstick!" Micah rolled his eyes, smiled when he saw Byron's hand slip to
his cock, probably irked on by Kyp massaging his now 9c.

Byron steers his ass to the left, butting up against Micah, when Kyp slides
his hand over Byron's thigh, offering, "Here," his hand slides down Byron's
thigh, the back of it brushing along his cock and balls, "allow me to help
you out!"

"Thanks," Byron says, still more towards Micah on the bench, which caused
Kyp's hand to slap against the bench. "I can take care of myself."

"I bet you can," Kyp says. Slamming the locker closed, Kyp stands. And
feeding each leg into his speedo, tells Byron, "You have nothing to be
ashamed of Bryon."

"Thanks," Byron replies.

Rearranging his jewels in the pocket of the speedo, Kyp says, "Let me know
if you get horny later, Bryon. We can find a couple of guys and stuff their
asses!"

"Okay," Byron replied, but was sure he would not go through with
it... maybe?

Thinking he's being an intruder of sorts, Kyp says, "I think I'll go see
how far Davide and Gino have progressed.Later." But before leaving, took
the back of Byron's head in his hand and kissed him on the lips! "You're a
sweet kisser!"

Micah giggled, watching Byron wipe his lips off with the back of his hand,
like he tasted something sour.

"I hope he doesn't have pig flu," Byron said in all sincerity.

Micah reacted to it as if a joke.

"Why couldn't Kyp just shake my hand like a regular person?"

"Because Kyp isn't normal," Micah replies as he unstraddles the bench and
casually exerts himself to undo the buckle of his jeans.

Byron says, "My mom says there's no such thing as being normal. We're all
different, so being normal would have to include everyone."

"That's deep."

"My mom's a psychologist."

"Really? I went to a shrink once."

"Were you depressed?"

"No, but I think my parents were. After I outted myself to them, they set
me up for therapy sessions to see if somebody could talk me out of being
gay. Hah! The joke was on them. My shrink turned out to be gay!"

"That's cool," Byron says. "I'm from a grounded family. My parents aren't
like a lot of others. They've taught me a lot of good principles."

Smiling, Micah says, "Like hopping walls?"

"Yeah well, it's the quickest way I thought I could get my foot in the
door."

"And why not go the route others do? Photographers? Low profile modeling as
a start?"

"My parents wouldn't hear of it. I know they want the best for me, but I
don't intend on going to medical school for half my life doing a job
somebody else wants me to do, instead of me doing what I want to do!"

"What does your dad do?" Micah inquires.

"He's a surgeon. He like `lives' at the hospital. I guess you can tell why
they want me in the medical field."

Micah says, "You don't want to sleep in the same bed your father sleeps
in?"

"Huh?" Byron asks.

"The bed he sleeps in at the hospital?"

It made Byron chuckle, but then stifled the humor for both when they hear
Geoff's voice bellowing over the tops of the lockers, "Almost ready in
there, Bryon?"

Not, Byron answers anyhow, "Almost Geoff!"

"Okay. I'll give you five more minutes."

"Geoff," Micah sidetracks them, "what a hot bear, huh?"

"Bear?"

"Didn't you notice his open shirt?" Micah asks.

"I guess," Byron replies. His main focus had been on Micah!

"He's got some hot chest fur. I bet it goes right down his bod."

"What does?" Byron asks, hoping he's not being too dense.

"His chest hair." And then a whimsical question to Byron, "Do you like
hairy guys?"

"I dunno. I never thought about it."

The corners of Micah's mouth lift, causing one wide smile.

"What?"

"I know this sounds really weird Byron... but would you mind if I ran my
hand over your chest?"

"My chest?" Byron asks, looking down upon himself.

Without waiting for permission, Micah resumes, "Yeah," both hands following
the curve of Byron's hairy pecs.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h! I didn't know.... it could feel... oh-h-h so nice!"

And didn't it have to come to pass, Geoff walking in on the two just as
Micah leans over and sticks his tongue out over Byron's left nip.

"Ahem!"

Micah uprights himself, tongue still hanging out of his mouth. Seeing it's
Geoff, recoils it.

Guilt-ridden, Byron says, "Micah was just showing me something."

"I see. I also see you aren't ready, Bryon?"

"It's `Byron'," Byron prompts.

Throwing himself on the mercies of the court, Micah pleads, "Can't you let
him stay Geoff?"

"No. Not only has he broken the law. But, it being he's a local resident
I'm not putting him through the embarrasment of calling the cops. Besides,
as you already know every available bed is taken, so there wouldn't be any
rooms left to accomodate Bryon."

Tiring, Byron let Geoff call him improperly. Besides, very soon he would be
out of Geoff's life and regretfully, never see Micah again.

"He can stay with me," Micah responds.

"No!" Geoff said, "And that's final!"

He stood there looking down on the half-dressed lads, in his usual
authoritative manner, arms folded across his middle. Unfolding his arms,
holding his palms out, Geoff says, "What do you want me to do Micah? He's
here illegally and..."

"Weren't you ever an adventureous teen, Geoff?"

"Not that I can remember. Now will you get dressed Bryon?"

"It's Byron," Micah corrects him.

"Regardless. Mr. Karlyle will be arriving and I want everything to run
smoothly. Somebody `not' on the guest list will cause problems."

"I got an idea!" Micah exclaims.

"What?" Geoff says, reaffirming his authoritative position, tapping a foot
on the tiles.

"Simple. Get him on the list!"

"I got a better idea," Geoff says. The two's ears perk up. "No! And this
time I mean it Bryon. Two minutes and if you're not dressed I'm hauling
your ass out of here in whatever you are wearing!"

The two sat there, Byron finally reckoning, "I guess I'll never see you
again."

"We can still keep in touch. Got a pen? I'll write down my cell for you,"
Micah says with a little excitement.

"I don't have a pen."

"Oh," Micah says lowly.

"But I've got my cell!"

"Cool!" Micah says.

And in a flash, Byron is uttering, "Cool!" He flips his phone in half.

"I guess the neighbors are going to have to see you half-naked, Bryon?"

"Oh Geoff," Byron whines.

"Get dressed!" Geoff says, standing there.

"Can't you at least give us some privacy, Geoff?" Micah stalls.

"No! If I give you a minute you'll take an hour."

Seeing Geoff not giving them a second more, Byron slowly pulls his pants on
over his swim trunks. He feeds his arms into his shirt and stuffs his
sockless feet into his sneakers.

"I guess this is it," Byron says.

Micah addresses Geoff, "I can at least say goodbye?"

"Help yourself," Geoff says.

"In private?"

Smirking, Geoff relaxes his stance, saying, "Two seconds, but after that
don't try anything slick!" Geoff felt as bad about all this as the boys. He
denied it, but he did do something adventureous, which broke his heart,
because unlike Byron and Micah, he lost track of the guy, never to see him
again. In fact, when he returned to the two he asks, "You two. Did you
exchange emails or phone numbers to keep in touch?"

"I've got Micah's phone number in my cell," Byron replied. He also added,
"Geoff, thanks for being human about all this. Any other security person
would have thrown me out on my ass without giving me some time...." and he
felt so bad about it, it showing, "with Micah."

"Yeah. Thanks Geoff," Micah said too.

He tried cracking a smile, but Geoff was feeling too low about the whole
deal and uttered a quick, "You're welcome." It only made Geoff feel worse
and worse, walking the two down the long driveway, hearing them talk.. At
least there was one consulation, they would be connecting later on.

"Hey! It's Cayman!" Micah calls out, seeing the silver Rolls Royce pull in
the gate.

He was in his speedo and it's probably what made Karlyle's driver pull in,
drive about a hundred feet and then put the car in reverse.

By this time Geoff had hurried Byron down the drive and caught the gate
security guard before closing it.

On the other hand, Micah was enroute, decked out in his speedo and treads,
heading in the opposite direction, back to the clubhouse locker room,
feeling low, but it put a smile on his face, with the knowledge they would
be meeting again soon.

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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee

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