Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2007 17:13:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Sale By Owner 25

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" 25
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Pulling through the gate of Lake Quinn Community
College was no sweat.

"Nice security," Dominic said facetiously, as he drove
his Saturn Relay through the gate.

"Craig is prolly out for his morning donut," Devon
informs them.

Alex acts in place of the GPS, telling Dominic to
swing around this circle, make a left, then right, til
they pull up to the LQCC gynasium.

"Where do I park?" Dominic inquires.

"Park in Coach Wylie's spot."

"No way. I'm not making an enemy out of a man I
haven't even made an acquaintance!" Dominic says.

"It's alright," Devon says, "he's always complaining
of people parking in his space."

"So what does he do?"

"Parks in the other coach's spot!"

"Doesn't sound right."

"Devon's right. They do it anyway. It's more the
system of `first come, first serve'," Alex informs
them.

"Okay, but this is a new car. If I get towed, somebody
is going to answer for it!"

Dominic doesn't have a mean bone in his body. Of
course he would never make good on his threat and it's
the same way the guys perceived it.

Devon jokes, "And this is the thanks I get for letting
Dominic in on all the fratboy eye candy today!"

"I haven't seen anything yet. For I know it could be a
bunch of ugly ducklings." Dominic strikes back.

However, entering the gynasium locker room, Dominic
could eat his words! None of the half or all-naked
swimmers cared to offer apologies for their
appearance, their normal attire for lockerroom
ettiquette.

"Guys, this is," Devon did a quick soul search, but
figured `what-the-hell', "my boyfriend, Dominic."

Talk about Dominic looking at the boys, the other way
around seemed more spellbinding! Dominic Tiertza stood
there at 6'2, two hundred and five pounds, like a
stature of Adonis.

"Okay. Let's get cracking," came the voice of fate,
traveling through the lockerroom like morse code.

"Coach Wylie," Devon called out, "I want you to meet
my boyfriend, Dominic."

"Whew! Big fella you are there," Coach Wylie greeted
Dominic, shaking his hand, giving him the once over,
due to his size, taller than himself.

"Nice to meet you," Dominic extended his big hand, to
match.

"Have you ever done any wrestling, son?"

Devon relays, "He doesn't go to Lake Quinn High
School, coach."

"No, you're older than high school. Am I right?"

"I'm twenty-two and a high school teacher, working
towards a master's degree."

"Here?"

"No," answers Dominic.

"And what are you waiting for Shears and Nouguet?"
Coach busts Devon and Alex.

"Uh nothing."

"These kids. I've got to be above them all the time."

Dominic smiled, putting coach's statement into
different pretenses.

"Yeah, ain't it the truth! Same thing with the high
school," Dominic says.

Back from the boys room, Kyle walks up to the two.

Dominic introduces, "This is Alex's friend, Kyle
Dryfiss."

Coach Wylie gave Kyle the same treatment, "Swimmer's
build..."

Again, Dominic straightened Coach Wylie out, informing
him of Kyle's residence status.

"Well, I've got to get going here. You're welcome to
take a swim. I'm sure Alex or Devon has an extra
swimsuit for you."

"I'll keep my feet on dry land, thanks," Dominic
replies.

But when Dominic and Kyle left coach, for Devon and
Alex's locker, they changed their mind.

"How many team members in speedo's did you say?"
Dominic joked.

"Kyle," Devon kids, "I want you to keep your eye on my
man."

"No problem."

Alex says, "And Dom, you keep an eye on Kyle!"

"Shears! Nouguet! Are you with us?" Coach Wylie yells
sternly from the access door, between pool and
lockerroom.

"We're coming!" The two yelled back, hightailing it
out the door, over towards the diving area.

So, bases were covered, as Devon and Alex ran for the
pool area, upon hearing Coach Wylie spew forth words
of hustling it up.

"Somebody forget about me?"

"Raj! Where have you been?" Kyle asks.

"I had to take a whiz and ran into one of the
swimmers. Um," he describes, "the guy two places to
the left of Alex."

"Two_places_to-the-left_of-Alex...." Dominic squints,
canvassing the other side of the pool.

"I see him. Cute," Kyle says.

"More than cute. His name is Dustin Gallegos."

"Kind of blond for an Italian," Dominic says, still
staring.

"He's half Irish and guess what guys?"

"What?"

"He's headed to NYU in the fall!"

"What's his major?" Kyle asks, still staring, though
his direction changed.

"Dustin's a writer. He's already written articles for
magazines."

"That's nice," Dominic says, still staring, but like
Kyle, his vision has strayed.

"Where'd you get the swimsuits?"

"Alex and Devon's surplus."

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to use my undershorts," Raj
sums up.

"As long as they look like shorts."

"Alex made them."

"Then I dunno," Kyle replies, paying more attention.
"Alex's briefs tend to expose... the bulge, if you
know what I mean?"

"I'd say go for it," Dominic ventures to say.

"Yeah?"

So, into the deserted lockerroom, Raj finds an empty
locker standing open. He deposits his clothes, down to
his last thread, the briefs. He walks out to the
swimming pool, not a care to the wind. Coach Wylie
gets upset with his swimmers when they let out a
thousand catcalls! Undisturbed by the attention, Raj
dives into the deep end. Coming up out of the water,
Coach Wylie stands over him.

"Where did you learn to dive like that, son?" Inquires
the thirty-eight year old coach.

"My backyard," Raj tells him.

"How about off the board?"

"You want me to dive off the board? Sure!"

Swimming over to the ladder, Raj places his hands on
both sides. Pulling himself out, he had to utilize one
hand in the back, to hike up the shorty briefs.
Consciously, he's sure some got a look at his ass
crack!

"Nice swimsuit!" Lance Hawk says of Raj's swimming
apparell.

"You better say that, Hawk. Alex made it," Devon
badgers.

"Ahem!" Lance clears his throat. "Like I was saying.
Nice swimsuit."

Coach gives Raj some diving tips, in the process of
learning his name.

"Okay guys. Give Raj some room here. Are you okay with
this, son?"

"Sure," Raj says.

He's only dived off a swimming board maybe five times
in his life, so he's a little nervous, plus, Dustin is
watching! After he gets a little spring, Raj stops and
steps to the edge of the board, his back to the water.
Then starting up the springing action, he hops in the
air, passes the board and makes a perfect dive into
the pool.

"Hell yeah!" Yells Devon, clearly above the shouting.

An onslaught of cheers goes up for Raj. Unfortunately,
coming out of the water, via the ladder, he forgot to
bring up his shorties. They sagged to his thighs,
before he knew he was showing everything!

"Flawless! Absolutely flawless.. hey, will somebody
get this boy a decent pair of swim trunks," Coach
Wylie demands, after voicing his opinion about Raj's
dive.

Suddenly Raj Radhakrishnan has become the team star
and because Alex and Devon knew him, they shared in
the glory.

"I'll find him a decent pair of swimming trunks," Alex
volunteered.

Of course it should have been him. After all, the jock
shorts came from his room, not to mention he made
them! In the lockerroom, Alex hung them over the
bench. It's the last he saw of them. On questioning
the guys later, it seems Coach Wylie was seen in the
back of the lockerroom, while Kyle, Alex and Raj were
in the shower! Alex didn't press it.

"Raj, you really turned out to be some hero," Dominic
said, firing up the engine of his Saturn.

"Yeah, I can't believe Coach Wylie wants me to lie,
just so I could be on the team."

"I wouldn't call it a `lie', where coach is concerned.
I'd call it getting even," Devon tells them.

"Oh?" Dominic asks, curiously saying, "How does that
go?"

"Well, a coupla years ago, the coach of North Hadley,
the team we're up against tomorrow, did something of
the same sort, only with two guys."

"Hmm," Dominic says, "so, if I wanted to, I could be
on the swim team?"

"Think Dominic," Alex incurrs, "do you look like a
high school teenager?"

"Don't I?"

Everybody looks to Devon for a response.

"Honey," Devon starts out with, "you don't look
eighteen, nor nineteen."

"Do I look twenty?"

"Maybe you could pass for twenty-one. I dunno," Devon
says.

"Who'm I kidding? I know those days are gone," Dominic
realizes.

"Not if Devon can help it," Alex says.

Dominic asks, "And what's that supposed to mean?"

Again the stare to Devon, who answers, "You've got
me."

"So?"

"So, you get to live those years all over again."

Devon's statement brightened up Dominic's outlook
tremendously.

"Starting with," Devon adds, "a trip to Mr. Pinque's
tonight?"

"Cool!" Dominic says, purposefully.

So, back at the Radisson, they change, have their
lunch. Now Raj sees things from the other side of the
fence, a former employee.

"That Terry Miller is lucky I'm not a get-even
person!"

"Who's Terry Miller?" Alex asks, adding, "Pass me the
butter, please."

"Terry is the desk clerk who got me fired, then
rehired. I don't care. It's all behind me now. I
think."

Dominic says, "So, you're wondering where you're going
to work now? That it?"

"I thought of going to New York. Taking a year off
from school and working. Save up," Raj tells them.

"Why not work and go to school part time?"

"No, I don't think it'll work out. I've got to think
of finding a place to stay and rent."

Dominic to the rescue!

"Room and board won't be a problem. I've got plenty of
room at my townhouse, for Devon and me and you,"
Dominic says.

"No good."

"No good? How so?"

"You see. I got kind of friendly with Dustin Gallegos
and we thought we could get an apartment together."

"Dustin eh?" Devon jokes.

"Yeah. Isn't he cute?"

"He sure is, but who would've thought he was gay?"
Alex questions.

"I know," Raj says, "he's so straight-acting."

"Well," Dominic takes a deep breather, then says,
"there's two twin beds in the room. I think you can
comfortably push them together."

"You mean Dustin and I can stay with you? That would
be so cool!"

Even though Raj is nineteen, he's still able to voice
his opinion as `cool'.

"And we can keep in touch. Dominic's townhouse isn't
far from where we're going to live," says Alex, of
Kyle's place.

"Cool!" Devon says. "Pass the tomatoe sauce, please?"

"This tastes nothing like I used to make."

"Used to, Dominic? You don't make spaghetti and
meatballs for yourself, at home?" Devon asks.

"It's no fun cooking for one. I generally make
something frozen, nuke it-- eat it!"

"Well that'll have to change," Devon says. "Nothing
goes into this bod, unless it's fresh!"

Alex asks, "Fresh, eh?"

"Oh gross, Alex!" Devon scolds.

Of course, he was thinking the same thing as Alex,
right after he said it, as if having a double meaning.

"So, what's doin' for the rest of the afternoon?"

"Why, more swimming practice," Raj says.

"But this morning..?" Kyle asks.

"After Raj, Coach Wylie really got on cases for being
messy."

"Sorry guys," Raj extends his sympathies.

"It's not your fault, Raj," Alex states.

Kyle asks, "It that what your coach was busting your
chops for?"

"Yeah," Alex says, "like he goes through the same
speech every year, saying the prom makes us guys too
much out of shape."

Wiseguy Dominic says, "Oh, on the contrary. I think
you boys looked `very shapely'!"

He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Look at poor Lance. He had to come wait tables for
lunch, then head back to the gym," Devon says.

Raj adds, "And look at that Terry. I wonder what he's
telling Lance."

"I dunno," Devon says, "but Lance is looking more like
he wants to punch the guy's lights out."

"That's Terry. The provoker. He tried it with me once.
I felt, like you said, punching his lights out," Raj
replied. "But with Lance, he stays pretty cool."

"Yeah, it looks like he's backing off."

"Whew!" the eighteen year old waiter said to Alex's
table.

"Yeah, our sympathies, Lance," Dominic says, "we heard
what you have to put up with."

Lance voices his opinion, "Well, I'm not going to lose
my cool. I've only got til graduation, then I'm off to
summer semester at college."

"Where is it your going, Lance?"

"Mannes College. Ever hear of it?"

"School of music?" Dominic answers. "Sure I have. My
late father was a proponent of the arts. He always
offered scholarship monies to schools like Mannes,
Julliard and MSM."

"MSM, Dominic?" Devon asks.

Kyle states, "Manhattan School of Music, my first
choice."

"But I thought you were going to cooking school?"
Devon asks.

Alex jumps in with, "His first love is playing
trumpet. He only was going to the International School
of Cooking, so Knapp could keep tabs on him. Right,
Kyle?"

"Yeah, that's it," Kyle replies. "If I had my own way
I'd be blowing trumpet, up at MSM."

"Damn, Kyle, you're eighteen, you should be deciding
what you do with your life, not someone else, out of
their convenience," Alex says.

"I know, but it's kind of my father that instigated
it. You see, ever since my mom passed away, dad has
sort of, unofficially, made Knapp my guardian," Kyle
tells them.

"That sadistic jerk?" Dominic says.

When Devon hears the word, `sadistic', it's the word
he's been trying to find, to pin on Knapp.

"Yup. You're right, Dominic. Exactly what Knapp is,
but add selfish to that," Devon states.

"I'm glad you found Dominic, Devon," Kyle says.

"Me too," Devon adds his vote of confidence and smile,
Dominic's way.

"No. I mean, if you had decided to go back to Asbury,
back to Eden, back to Knapp, you would have been very
unhappy," Kyle tells them.

"I figured such. He was very controlling," is Devon's
opinion.

"Not only that," Kyle gets stuck.

"What is it?" Alex rubs Kyle's shoulder. "Come on.
We're your friends."

Looking around, making sure nobody is listening, Kyle
leans forwards and says, "Y'see, Knapp belonged to
this BDSM club."

"BD-what-club?" Devon asked.

"BDSM. Bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism. It's
a club where guys pretend they are inferior to other
guys," Kyle fills them in.

Devon then voices, "Well then knowing that, I'm really
glad I'm not going back there. I had enough of that
treatment with Uncle Seth!"

It was another subject of discussion, but Dominic said
both subjects were not a good idea for lunchtime.

"Dom, you and Kyle don't have to go back to watch us
this afternoon."

"Yeah," Devon agrees with Alex, "why don't you drive
around or something?"

"Might not be a bad idea, Dominic," Kyle says. "We can
check out the town of Lake Quinn."

"Hey guys?" Lance butts in.

"What's up Lance?"

"I was wondering if I can have a ride over to LQCC. My
car `s-got a flat."

"Sure. No problem, Lance."

So, between two cars, the guys pile in and head over
to swim practise.

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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
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