Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2007 12:55:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Sale By Owner 02

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the
format of reality. Any resemblances to real people,
alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in
nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon
persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene
involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then
you should not read this story. Additionally, if you
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Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction.
In real life, use protection.

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"For Sale By Owner" 02
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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As a habit, when Alex's mother wanted to summon her
son up, out of the basement, she would flicker the
basement lights, rather than strain her voice against
the drone of the sewing machine.

"Shit! What do we do?" Greg called out to Alex.

With the bed on the floor, Alex pressed his hands on
it, lifting his body out.

"Be cool, Greg. I'll handle it."

Quickly he grabbed a tee shirt and the nearest
bottoms, a pair of his own briefs. He met his mother
half way up the stair hallway.

"What's up, mom?"

"Gregory's mother is on the phone. She wants him home
for supper."

Alex went to look on his wrist for the time, but his
watch was missing.

"It's 6:30."

"6:30? In the night?"

His mother didn't answer, but to say, "Phone for him."

"I'll take it."

There, at the bottom of the stairs Greg stood, all
dressed, hair lying flat on his head.

"Call me later, Greg."

"Will do. Bye!"

As Alex reported back to his work area, he couldn't
work. Too much was running through his head, over his
first time in bed with another guy. He sat down on the
cushy mattress, recollecting his thoughts. His mind on
recall, he pictures Greg taking the first advance,
lifting his shirt off over his head. Then he remembers
taking the tails of Greg's shirt and lifting it
skyward. Both sighed, as if relieved, when their
chests touched, in their first hug of naked skin.
Neither were ignorant of the moves, having seen guys
getting stripped in porno flicks. Alex followed, to a
T, the method by which a guy ran his hands inside the
beltline of a pair of pants. He hardened in no time,
feeling the outline of Greg's hips. While kissing,
Alex fingered Greg's belt, undoing it, followed by
unbuttoning his jeans. Stepping back, Greg finished
off Alex's undoing, as Alex tackled his own jeans.
Both kicked off their sneakers and stepped out of
their jeans. Losing his balance, Greg fell back in the
bed. Alex then assited in removing his eighteen year
old friend's pants, pulling on the cuffs. "Well?" Alex
said. Standing there, with only his briefs on, Alex
came towards the bed. He knelt down, climbed on the
mattress, til both knees bordered Greg's thighs.
Leaning his shoulders downward, Alex zeroed in on
Greg's lips. They kissed once, then twice. Soon it was
apparent of how much more electric it was kissing in
bed than standing there, kissing with clothes on.

Reminiscing, Alex fell backwards on the bed. He
reached down, tucking his hand under the lining of his
briefs. He was rock hard. He lifted his briefs over
his cock and then folded his hand around his erection.
Madly, he began stroking away. It didn't take long
before he reached the glory of the moment.

Later on that night, Greg called, but he didn't want
to talk on the phone, so they made arrangements to
meet at an all night coffee shop.

"Your mom mad about you being home late for supper?"

"A little," Greg replied. "She'll never let me grow
up, til I'm gone!"

They both laughed, but Alex realized Greg's mom
wouldn't be the only one letting him go.

"What about your mom?"

"She left me alone."

"So, you finished off the last of the boxers?"

"Yeah."

Alex was smiling, which meant there was more to his
story.

"And?"

"Okay, so I jerked off. I needed to."

"You weren't the only one, Alex. But I had to wait til
after dinner!"

"Poor baby."

"Yeah and tell you the truth, Alex, it was the best
jerk-off I've ever had."

"Really?"

Acting facetious, Alex knew it was likewise, the same
for himself!

"Yeah."

"I got you a present."

Greg shrugged his shoulders, not seeing anything.

"Under the table," Alex strongly suggested.

Hand extended, Greg felt something cloth placed in his
hand. What a time for Jimmy Breach and the guys to
drop by.

"Hey guys, what's up?"

They helped themselves to chairs and sat around the
table. The one Greg still had his hand under, tightly
clad over the piece of material in his hand.

"What's up?" Jimmy asks, leaning over and looking
under the table.

"Nothing," both Alex and Greg say.

Leaning forwards, Jimmy reaches in the same direction
as Greg's hand. Soon they are having a tug'o'war with
a green and orange `G-string' brief.

"He made it for me!"

It made Jimmy let go.

"For you, eh?"

"Um, yeah," Alex reported back.

"But you can have it."

"How much?" Jimmy asked, going for his wallet.

Wanting to keep it, Greg also intended on wanting to
keep a certain secret, so created a diversion.

"Special price, $75, guys. Take it or leave it!"

That's Greg; always getting the details out in the
open

"$75? For what? There's less material here than the
briefs and they were $50!"

"You're paying for the sexy look, stoopid!"

"Sexy, eh? What do you think guys?"

One of the other guys, Devon, gives his opinion,
"Sexy, man."

Probably because he didn't have enough money on him,
Jimmy tosses the flimsy piece across the table. It
slides off into Devon's lap.

"Sold!"

"Me?"

"You think it's sexy."

"Yeah, but I don't have $75!"

Rick offers, "I'll take it."

Laughter ensues, as Ricky Gonzales reaches for it,
tossing a wad of bills on the table in front of Alex.

"Oh yeah. That's gonna look great on the captain of
the football team!" Jimmy states.

"Something you'll never see!" Ricky tells him. "Nope,
only my girl will see this."

"You can trade off," Jimmy wisecracks.

"Got anymore, Alex? Maybe we can have matching ones?"

Greg loves Ricky's idea, plus the idea of doubling the
money.

"Alex has more."

"Same color? Matching?"

"No two are the same," Alex fills him in.

"Oh, then I don't know."

"But leave this one with me and I can try and
duplicate it."

"Now you're talking sense, Alex. My girl is going to
go crazy over this," the Hispanic teen reports.  "She
likes me buying her expensive presents!"

Then they all think it's a great idea, throwing their
orders in. Greg mentions paying up front, half now and
half later. All take him up on the orders, except
Devon.

"I'll take one for myself, thanks," which is the one
Alex made for Greg.

Jimmy leads the bunch out of there, leaving Devon
behind.

"Aren't you going with them?"

"Not today. I wanted to share something with you.
Something Jimmy would never respect me for, but I
think the two of you can deal okay with it."

"What makes us so special?" Alex tells him.

"Because..." Devon's hoping he's right with this, "I'm
gay."

"You're what?" Greg fakes him out.

"I thought you guys might understand."

"Cut it out, Greg," Alex replies in Devon's defense.
"Of course we understand."

"Why," he holds up the G-string briefs, "I wanted only
one pair. I think I could look cool in this. I go to
the gay club."

"Mr. Pinque's?" Greg asks.

"Yep and it can get wild on some nights."

Alex asks, "Is it true guys take their clothes off?"

"Down to their underwear, which is the reason I wanted
these," Devon holds up the thin-laced briefs with the
pouch.

"Boy, you've got nerve!"

Alex is in agreement. After all, he modeled the first
pair and it was all he could do, walking, not to have
`it' all bounce out.

"That's what some of the guys at the club say. I've
stripped down to my boxer shorts. I thought this would
be something more daring."

"Daring, Devon?" Greg asks, "I'd think daring is
putting it mildly."

"I'm a daring guy when it comes to Mr. Pinque's.
What's cool is we're all there for the same reason;
gay guys having a good time."

"Be careful though."

"Of what, Alex?"

"Like I told you. It doesn't take much for your
cock'n'balls to bounce out."

"A detail Alex has to work on," Greg informs him.
"Hey, I've got an idea!"

"I'm almost afraid to ask," Alex says.

"It's not so cruel. How about we go to Mr. Pinque's
and check out the action?"

"Us?"

"Sure. We don't have to go as a couple, if you don't
want."

Devon inquisitively asks, "Are you two guys going out
together?"

"I dunno," Greg says. "Are we?" He poses to Alex.

"I don't know. We can hang out together, I suppose, as
friends."

Thinking it logical, Greg likes the idea, especially
that Alex at all agreed to go to Mr. Pinque's, being
the shy half of the couple.

"What time you going?"

"The action doesn't get going until around 9pm, but
you've got to get there early for parking. Fills up
fast on a Friday night."

"Cool! We going, Alex?"

He thought it was settled, but now that Greg
officially asked, Alex wondered if he really wanted to
go. Without much thought, he decided it could be fun.

"Sure. It'll be cool," Alex gave in.

"Cool," Greg replied, "we'll see you around 9, Devon."

"If you want, I can pick you two guys up."

"Yeah, that'd be cool. What time do you leave?"

"Around 2 or 3 AM."

"I think we'll take my car," Alex says, "But thanks
anyway."

"No sweat," Devon replies. "See you there."

Greg adds, "Or be square?"

"Whatever."

"We better get to your place right after school."

"I've got plenty of stock."

"How did you know, Alex?"

"Know what?"

Smirking, Greg asks, "About me wanting to sell some
stuff at the club?"

"I don't think they'll let us, but it's worth a try."

"Maybe we can take orders?" Greg suggests.

"Guys usually pay by credit card, I think. They're
saving their cash for drinks."

"Maybe we better see how guys react to Devon."

"I think that's the best idea, Greg."

"And me?"

"You, Greg? Hey, what are you thinking up?"

"What would you think about stripping down tonight,
Alex. The two of us."

"I'm not performing a striptease for two hundred
sexually-hungry boys!"

"It's not like that's how it happens, Alex and you
know it."

"Well, still, the shirt might come off, but the pants
are staying on."

"Suit yourself, but I'll be wearing a pair of your
boxer-briefs. When you think about it, Alex, they
aren't much different than wearing a pair of shorts."

"Then why do you think guys are going to buy them?"

"That's the easy part. Taking pants off to reveal the
hot colors and two, the idea their designer is right
there in the room, dancing his ass off."

"I don't even have a name for them, other than my name
sewed in."

"What's wrong with `Alex Norguet', beside sounding
`gay'?"

Greg chuckled, hoping Alex would be carried along on
the laughter.

"Not funny, Greg."

"Sorry."

"If I'm going to make the jump to professional, then I
need a professional name."

"Are you thinking of making this your life's work?"

"Designing, yeah. Who knows? It might work out where I
design only briefs."

"You have a good start on it. What company wouldn't
want to snatch up a designer, who can sell high school
jocks a pair of briefs for $75?"

"That's the thing. I don't want to be part of a
company."

"You lost me, Alex."

"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out
where I'm heading with all this, Greg. I want to
establish my `own' company."

"That's what I thought."

"Yeah, sure, Greg."

"Well, wear a pair of your boxer-briefs just in case."

"In case of what? I told you I'm keeping my clothes
on."

"In case something should happen to get pulled off?
Besides..."

"Besides what?"

"Don't you think Devon will be disappointed if you and
I don't go along with his idea?"

"Listen. Devon finds it perfectly alright to dance his
ass off, his cock'n'balls flippin' and a-flappin' all
over the place, that's Devon's business."

Greg saw his point, not that he agreed with Alex, but
for now, let bygones be bygones.

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