Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2007 16:45:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Sale By Owner 27

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
are under 18 years of age, in most state 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" 27
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Like nothing happened, patrons of the eatery go back
to their dining experience. Three of the other four,
Dominic, Lance and Kyle, stand there, still trying to
digest what just took place, as Stephen mildly puts
it, "C'mon Marat. This place makes me ill." Passing by
Terry Miller, still writhing in pain, Stephen makes
comment, "He `did' warn you!"

Two men, walking out, Marat turns to the others in
their company, "Are you coming?"

Like a dividing stream, Lance and Dominic slip by
Terry on the left flank, as Kyle walks around Terry's
right. The whole time they are strolling through the
lobby, Lance is complaining, "This is bad news. I'm
going to get fired for sure."

Boldly, Marat directs to Lance, though his attention
seems to be on Dominic, "I'm in need of a bartender at
my private designer's studio in New York. Five hundred
a week. Take it or leave it!"

"Fa-five hundred," Lance says, startled. "You mean
like in dollars?"

"Take it or leave it," Stephen reiterates, adding, "He
only asks once."

"Sure I'll take it, but I gotta finish school and..."

"Job starts July fourth weekend. I'm having a four day
party," Marat spells out the particulars, "I'll need
you to start a month before. Can you be there?"

"Ohhhh," Lance suddenly says, in a dismal manner, "I
don't get out of school til the twelfth. Sorry, I'm
going to have to pass up the offer, but thanks Mr.
Favreau."

Used to getting his way, to Marat Favreau, a guy had
to be special; very special. Stopping, deliberating
for the next six seconds, before walking through the
lobby doors, to the outside, turns, again as if
carrying on a conversation with Dominic, suddenly
switches focus to Lance, telling him, "We're also in
dire need of a houseboy..."

"Oh, but I go to college in the fall."

Stephen wondered what the attraction for Marat, as
Kyle had supposed, him desiring men older than his age
of twenty seven years, making such a fuss over an
eighteen year old high school jock.

"We'll work around your schedule," Marat reports,
adding, "Full time, five hundred a week, we'll work
out your salary, when the time comes."

"Five hundred? I guess I could do both," Lance, at
first segregating the two positions, bartender at
Marat's studio and now the houseboy position, then
combining them both under the five hundred salary
offered.

"Um," Kyle breaks into the conversation, his arm over
his swim bud's shoulder, saying, "I think what Mr.
Favreau is saying, is five hundred a week for the
bartending and five hundred for the houseboy job. You
do the math!"

Lance stood there, picturing five hundred, plus five
hundred and coming up with, "OMG! That's a grand a
week!"

His last words to Lance, "I would like your decision
by tomorrow." Then, turning to Dominic, he asks,
"Dominic, be a sweetheart and jot down my email for
Mr. Hawk?"

As they walk out of the hotel lobby, doors held for
them, the party of five breaks into a trio, plus Kyle
and Lance, falling behind, as they chat, Lance with a
million questions.

"I can't believe this is happening to me," Lance says,
elated.

Arm in arm, Kyle says, "Everybody doesn't get a break
like this. Who knows where you'll wind up, Lance."

"A thousand bucks," Lance repeats himself. "That's
four grand a month." Then thinking longterm, "That's
forty-eight thousand a year!"

"It's like a full time job, working part time hours,"
Kyle informs.

"Part time, but Mr. Favreau said I'd be bartending at
his studio and houseboy at his home. It's like two
jobs in one."

"Think about it, Lance. People don't drink before
noontime. Houseboy, you'll probably be doing things
while Marat is out, mostly."

"I just thought of something."

"What's that?" Kyle asks.

"I don't even know what the hell a houseboy does!"

%

It took all of forty minutes to get back to the
college, whereas it would normally take twenty.
However they didn't quite have their bearings
straight, as Dominic led Kyle around the countryside.

"I'm awfully sorry, guys," Dominic apologized to the
group. "I thought I had the route down pat."

Kidding, Kyle says, "Get off it, Dom. You just wanted
to see if the road work was over for the day!"

"Road work?" Devon questioned, approaching his lover,
first delivering a forgiveness kiss, then alerting
him, "You just missed Dean Hardy."

"What a shame," Dominic said, sarcastically.

Without further ado, the six of them piled into two
vehicles and proceeded back to the Radisson, Dominic
and Kyle on pins and needles, with the surprise on
their mind. They pulled right up to the Crossfire,
parked where Lance's car used to be parked.

"Heeeeey! Where are my wheels?" Lance complained.

"What'd I tell ya?" Dominic said, producing a set of
keys.

"Here's a little sort of present from all of us guys."

"What? The car?" Lance said, lost in amazement.
"People don't give cars for presents!"

Off to the side, Kyle quickly filled Devon, Alex and
Raj in.

"Well, it's not entirely free."

"Oh? How's that go, Dom?" Alex asked.

"I figured once Lance got through college, we could
arrange some terms of paying back."

"Well," Lance says, "I sure did need a new set of
wheels, but I... I... I don't know what to say!"

"How about `thank you'?" Devon says.

Lance replies, "Thank you, Dominic. How much did this
cost? I mean how much do I owe you?"

"Let you know after you graduate!"

"I better get back to work," Lance then told them.
"It's almost the dinner hour. It hasn't hit me yet,
but thanks for the new wheels!"

Before Lance tread across the lot, back inside the
hotel, he gave Dominic a hug and kiss.

"Hmm... Think I'll buy new cars more often!" Dominic
responds.

"Guess what happened at practice?" Alex asks.

"What?" Kyle inquires.

"Both Lance and Dustin came out to the guys."

"Awesome!" Kyle said.

"In Lance's case it wasn't much of a surprise, but
where Dustin's straight-acting life is concerned, well
they were more than `surprised', especially when Raj
came over to him."

"What did you do Raj?"

"Nothing much. I told Dustin he was brave in coming
out and hugged him," Raj told them.

Devon says, "Dominic, I need some carbs!"

The rest were hungry as well. The only place in the
hotel where they could get a smoothie, was the
exercise room, at the fruit bar. First one they meet,
admitting themselves, is Sean Braakman.

"Sean," they all greeted him.

"Have you come back for a second tan?" He directed to
Alex.

"Actually, the `double tan'?"

Alex winked.

"Of course. Come into my salon, said the spider to the
fly!"

"Oh, I don't know about this," Kyle said.

"It'll be fun," Alex says.

"Besides," Sean tells them, "there's a money back
guarantee."

"And how much is the charge, Sean?" Alex asks.

"Today there is a special. Two for the price of one!"
Sean relays to them.

"I think I can handle it," says Kyle.

"Mind if we watch?" Dominic asks.

"Sorry. I'm very discreet."

"Maybe afterwards."

Sean says to Dominic, "I'd love to get my hands on
you!"

They all laugh. The others go to the fruitie bar, as
Sean escorts Alex and Kyle to the tanning salon. He
closes the door, flicking a little latch.

"So, how does this go?"

"Well, first we all strip down."

"We? You too?"

"I thought you wanted the `erotic' massage?"

Neither eighteen year old fought the feeling. Sean
took them to a pair of lockers. Alex and Kyle peeled
their shirts off over their heads. They sat and pulled
off their sneakers, then socks. Standing, they
unbuttoned their shorts, letting them fall. Folding
them in half, they stripped off their briefs. When
Sean came in from the other room, carrying vials of
oils, he was completely naked.

"Wow!" Alex said subtlely.

"Does my physique impress you?" Sean asks.

"And how!" Alex and Kyle relayed to him.

Kyle thought Sean to be about twenty-five, around 6'
tall, maybe 175-180, but his cock looked to be about
an inch shorter than Alex's 9.5c, though it wasn't
hard, so it made it tough to tell the true length, but
he also had humongous balls, shaved.

"Ready to get started?"

"Sure, but I for one don't know how this erotic
massage goes," Alex told him.

"Me too," Kyle said, raising a hand as if in school.

"Well let's see how creative we can be. First I need
each of you to sign this paper, which more or less
gives me the freedom of `touch'."

Trustingly, each signs off their names.

"Good. Now, let's have our bottom boy lie down on his
back?"

Kyle lays down.

"And our top-man, on top, a little to the side?"

Alex does like a pushup and lets himself down slowly.
Their bods fits together.

"Ah, like the missing piece of the puzzle!" Sean says.

Next, Sean opens one of the vials, containing a
greenish, see-through liquid.

"Put your arms over your heads, gentlemen?"

Tilting the vial, a scent of jasmine escapes, along
with a long strand of oil. It first hits Alex right in
the armpit.

"No, don't touch it. Touching is my job."

Alex wonders if Kyle is as revved up as himself.

"Oooooh," Alex says when Sean begins the deep, healing
massage.

Two of Sean's fingers rub in a circular motion Alex's
thick armpit hair. Next he drips a little on Kyle's
dark brown pit hair, massaging it in.

"Oooooh yeah," Kyle moans.

Unlike Alex, Sean pushes his hand down, skiing down
Kyle's chest, one finger now massaging his nip, the
back of his hand massaging Alex's chest. Both vocally
share in the great feeling.

"Like it, do you?"

"Awesome," both agree.

Sean then withdraws his hand, covers it in oil and
sandwiches it in between, palm flat on Kyle's chest,
back of his hand massaging Alex's chest. He actually
gets his kicks out of hearing the two in utter praise
of his erotic work. Next, he withdraws his hand,
noticing both Kyle's and Alex's cocks are hard as
rocks. He figures he better not wait too long.
Normally he could coax a couple along for an hour, but
after ten minutes things looked like they could come
to a climax sooner!

"Ready for the ultimate?" Sean softly whispers.

Standing on the padded cubes, Sean kneels down on one
knee. Alex and Kyle watch as he opens a red-tinted
vial. Sean puts a glob in his hand, sets the vial
down, then rubs the oil between both hands. Next, the
two watch him as he smears the pinkish oil on his cock
and balls.

"What tha?" Alex comments.

To answer his question, Sean lowers his other knee.
His cock and balls are caught up in the space between
Alex's and Kyle's bods. He presses on Kyle's right
side and Alex's left side.

"Close your eyes and `enjoy'!"

They do as they are told and slowly get the sensation
of their bodies acting like a clam shell, taking in
Sean's cock and balls. Slowly Sean uses their bodies,
moving his cock in and out, the pink oil acting as
lubrication. The eighteen year olds are going wild in
ecstasy, as Sean's cock leans in between their
stomachs. Meanwhile, Sean doesn't leave this to his
own devices. Taking up the gold vial, he tweaks their
nips, Kyle's right nip and Alex's left nip, playfully
massaging them. Using his sturdy legs he bobs up and
down. Reaching behind, he pokes his finger in and out
of each of their navels.

"Oooooooooooh," each moan from the first-time
experience.

Encountering the tip of Alex's cock, Sean oils up the
stiff barrel. Then he goes for Kyle's 7.5c and
massages both cocks together. No stranger to a
threeway jerkoff, Kyle moves back, til his pubes match
up. Taking all three cocks in hand, he moves his
greasy hands up and down. With more force he jerks all
three, hands moving up and down.

He instructs, "Now massage each other!"

Kyle goes for Alex's chest.

"This feels so different without hair," Kyle observes.

Alex could care less, as he imbibes on the moment, his
hands working over Kyle's whole bod.

"Still having fun?"

"Hell yeah!" They both agree.

"Ready to cum? Huh? Ready to shoot your big load
between ya's?"

No time is left to answer, as Kyle's cock shoots out
first, followed by Alex's, lastly Sean's. Quite an
upheaval as three jets of goo are shot all over Kyle's
and Alex's stomach.  Sean's head is cocked back, his
eyes squinting shut, as he feels the awesome power of
a triple shoot.

%

As summer passed, Mrs. Nouguet saw very little of
Alex, but that doesn't mean she wasn't kept busy with
the rest of the Nouguet clan, plus keeping track of
Joey in Iraq. Kyle never went back to Asbury Park,
rather going on to the New York City condo, taking
Alex with him. Alex first found a job waiting tables
at a cafe in the garment district, not far from the
Fashion Institute of Technology. Kyle practiced the
trumpet, Dominic getting him a late audition space, at
the Manhattan School of Music. He didn't get in, but
at least found out what he had to do to audition for
the following year. Dominic admired his attitude, even
though he could have entered, come the fall semester.

Devon went to the bank and withdrew his life savings,
over $300,000.00 and deposited it in a bank in
Manhattan, near Dominic's townhouse, up from the
Lexington Ave. subway. Not inspired to major in
anything, but jewelry courses, he took some liberal
arts courses for the summer, waiting for an opening at
FIT. Dominic spent most of the summer in New York
City, returning to Deal at the end of the summer to
set up for teaching school. Lance, Raj and Dustin
settled down at Dom's townhouse, finding themselves
summer jobs.

Kyle heard Knapp wasn't returning to the city, finding
a place in an Asbury Park high rise. It worked out
well, since Kyle is turning the extra bedroom into a
sewing room and studio, for Alex.

%

"Ky, you home?"

"I'm in here!"

Approaching the jon, Alex could tell `somebody' was in
there.

"If I were you, I'd lay off the beans, Ky!"

"The only beans I had are coffee beans."

"Chocolate covered?"

"No, from a cup of coffee, dah?"

"Hmm... well guess who came into the `Coffee Bean'
today?"

"Who?"

"Stephen Braddock and he had some great looking.. I
mean some men with him."

"Like?"

"Afon Hasteras for one."

"Did Stephen recognize you?"

"I think, but figured he wasn't sure."

"He didn't say hello to you?"

"Nope."

"And you didn't say hello to him?"

"Nope. I didn't want to embarrass him."

"Hmm... you're call I guess. So, what did you hear?"

"What'd I hear?"

"Yeah. They talked didn't they?"

"Yes, but I wasn't going to be rude and listen in."

"Why not? That's how you get to hear inside stuff."

"I did hear that Stephen is opening a store in
Manhattan."

"There ya go."

"So, what good does it do me?"

"Well, sometime, after you start school, it might be a
good way to drop Stephen's name."

"Nah."

"What do you mean `nah'? If it'll help you get
somewhere, then why not?"

"Kyle... are you done in there?"

"Oh yeah. Thanks for reminding me."

"Uh, well.. what're you doing? Playing with yourself?"

"Noooo, I'm not playing with myself. Only little boys
do that."

"Did you play with yourself when you were a little
boy?"

"Of course. Didn't you?"

"Maybe," Alex said, smiling.

After the flush, Kyle reported to the living room. He
took Alex in his arms. They kissed.

"So," Alex continued, "how did you play with
yourself?"

"Never mind."

"Hee hee... just kidding."

"So, did Afon say anything?"

"Not much. Oh, y'know what I did hear?"

"What?"

"I heard Stephen tell Afon there's some competition
`in the wind'."

"In the wind? I wonder what it means?"

"I figured Stephen didn't want to say, so left it
like... anonymous?"

"True." Kyle then snaps his fingers, "I betcha I know
who."

"Who?"

"Was Garret McCormac mentioned?"

"I think Garret. Yes, that's one name."

"Hmm..."

"Why? What do you know that I don't know?"

"McCormac was pressing Stephen to carry his line in
his stores."

"Well, that's great, isn't it?" Alex asked.

"For him, sure, but what about you?"

"Me?"

"Well, sure Alex. How are you ever going to get
recognized unless you get your stuff into a retail
shop?"

"Whoa! Slow down, Kyle. I haven't even been to school
yet!"

"No sense waiting."

"But I'm not ready," Alex tells him, flopping himself
down on the sofa.

Kyle's bod lands next to him.

"Y'know I'm only trying to help you out."

"I know, but I want things to happen in order."

"In order?" Kyle questions his lover.

"Yeah. I mean it was great of the little business Greg
and I had going at school, but I want to study up,
create, have people recognize my work, not just get
there because I know somebody. Understand?"

"Yeah. I get it."

"Then prove it."

"Prove it?"

"Yeah. Show me there's no feelings hurt. Give me a
kiss?"

Kyle smiles, turns his head and goes to kiss Alex.
Alex pulls him over, into his lap, still kissing him.

"Hi guys! Oops! They're busy!"

In walks Raj and Dustin. Out walks Raj and Dustin.
They retrace steps, after another about face.

"It's okay. We weren't busy!"

Kyle shoots up straight in his seat, then follows
Alex's lead to stand.

"What's up guys?"

"Dominic gave Devon some money to go food shopping."

"So?"

"So, Lance is out with the `wheels'."

"Hmm," Kyle analyses the situation, "we could use a
stocking up, too. What do you say?" Kyle looks to Alex
for the final say.

"I think it's a good idea, even though I'm not good at
cooking."

"Leave it to me," Kyle says.

"Oh, so I'm the strong man," Alex says, flexing his
arms, not that he's all that built.

"We can help!" Raj says.

Dustin kids, "Me Tarzan, him boy," referring to Raj.

"Um," Alex inquires, "doesn't Raj mean `boy'?"

"Something like that. So, is it cool to go grocery
shopping?" Raj's haste was reflected in his pushy
attitude.

"Sure. Let us change into something decent," Kyle
tells them.

"What's wrong with this?" Alex says of his torn tee
shirt, right above the nip, and his shorts which
almost shows off his pubic hair.

"If you want to freeze your ass off, it's okay with
me!"

"Oh yeah. Forgot. Summer has flown the coop," Alex
tells of the warm season, slowly slipping away.
In their bedroom, Alex says, "Too bad it's not more
summery out."

"Alex, I'm not trying to be critical of you, but
you've got to start dressing smarter when you go out."

"Oh yeah. I know. It is too cool out for shorts and
shirts, especially ones that are..."

"No, Alex. I don't mean the weather."

"Oh? How's that go?"

Alex pulls on a pair of jeans then hesitates, placing
one hand up, on the door-frame, turning to get Kyle's
attention.

"Alex, you know I love you, right?"

Alex mellows out to a smile, saying, "Yes."

"I want what's best for you and I don't want you take
this as trying to control you or your life. I'm
meaning this as caring about you, because I love you."

"Okay," Alex snaps to attention, looking into the
walk-in closet, "what should I wear?"

"The jeans are fine. I like you in button down
shirts."

Still, Alex didn't take this as controlling, but as
preference, most likely with good reasoning behind it.
After all, he grew up in the country, not with an
abundance of a cash flow, so Kyle should know?

"And why not this light sweater?"

"Well, it doesn't show much now, but I really find
your chest hair very sexy."

"Hmm..."

"What?"

"Nothing," Alex said, as he rubs his hand all over the
thin coating of chest hair.

"Hey!"

"What?" Alex asks, a bit cocky, as if he knew
something.

"Leave all that stimulating to me?"

Alex continued rubbing, laughing, as if pulling a
devilish prank.

"Now look what you've gone and done?"

"What?"

"You know dam well, what!"

Alex just laughs, as he slides his other hand into the
front of his jeans.

"Oh no you don't! You're not going to deprive me of
this too!"

Walking over to Alex, Kyle forces his hand out of his
jeans. Staring at Alex, eyes dead center, Kyle unzips
the already unbuttoned jeans.

"Raj and Dustin are wai-i-i-i-iting!" Alex teased.

"Let them wait. Some things are more important."

Down with the zipper, Kyle took the jeans. "Mmmm," he
sighed with pleasure, letting the jeans fall around
Alex's ankles. He then unpinned Alex's 9.5c, not all
the way hard, from his briefs. Taking hold of Alex's
hips, Kyle opened wide, taking in his lover's pleasure
stick.

Alex threw his head back, sighing out loud,
"Ooooooooh!" His head dropped backwards. As happens
after one or two minutes or so, Alex's hand pets
Kyle's mane, moving his cock and out, guiding his head
where it should go.

"Hey guys, you almost........ um, ready?"

This time Kyle wasn't stopping for anything, even
though stopping and acknowledging the two standing in
the doorway of the room as polite. Instead, Alex said,
not too cheerful, "Do you mind, guys?" It stopped time
for Alex, but for Kyle, he kept up the rhythm of the
massaging action. After the door closed, Alex withdrew
from the interference and slid back into the sexual
reverie. However, after two more minute, he was ready
to shoot his load. Working harder at the awesome
manner in which he sucked Alex off, nothing less than
extraordinary, Kyle had Alex shooting his load down
his throat. At the same time, his own hand, Kyle's,
was down his briefs, stroking heartily.

"Oooooh... ooooh....arghhhhhhhhhhh!" Kyle cried out as
his briefs filled up with goo.

"Too....too much," Alex sighed, splayed out on the
bed.

After shooting his wad, Kyle couldn't make it that
far, leaning against the wall, his hand still holding
his soft dick and juices. Suddenly a knock came at the
door. No words, just the knock. Kyle, in better shape
than Alex, called out, "Okay. Be right out."

"Just thought you should know," came Raj's voice, "the
sun will be going down soon!"

"Sun... going... down?" Kyle said between breathes of
gulped air.

"Sun going down?" Alex said, quite normally. "It's
only eleven in the a.m.!"

"It's a hint. They want to go. C'mon. Let's wash up,"
Kyle says.

"You go ahead. I'll be there in a minute," Alex says.
But, for his lack of stamina to get up off the bed and
on his way to the jon, to wash up, Alex got the wet
rag treatment; a cold wash cloth slapped right on his
stomach. "Ooooooooooooh somebody's gonna get it!"

Kyle locked the jon door, locking himself in.

"C'mon. Let me in. Raj and Dustin are waiting."

"You promise you wouldn't do anything?" Kyle yelled
back.

"Promise."

Slowly the door opened, Alex holding up his right
hand, his left ready to deliver the whiplash!

"Owwwwwwch!" Kyle cowered, as the slinging washcloth
slapped against his back.

"Oh shit!" Alex called out.

"What?" Kyle asks, looking over his own shoulder.

"Will you look at that!"

"What?" Kyle stilled pursued.

"Prolly it's going to be there forever!"

"Not," Kyle tells him. "Only a lash from a belt will
do that."

"Okay. Hold on while I get my belt."

Alex went away and never came back!

"Alex?" Kyle asked, going into the quieted room.

Being that the walk-in closet light was on, but the
door closed, presented itself as the most possible of
places to hide. Kyle took the knob and slung the door
open quickly. But Alex wasn't there. From behind came
the swish of air, then the sound of something hitting
his back.

"Owwwww....oh shit!" Kyle called out, as the leather
implement landed across his back.

"Surprise!" Alex called out.

Kyle started laughing. It had only been a light slap
of the belt across his back. "You so fucking scared
the hell outta me!"

"Let me see. Turn?" Alex asked.

"It's prolly nothing. You didn't swing it that hard,
did you?"

"Nah and it's `like you say', `nothing'!" Alex says.

"It sure as hell scared me!"

"I know."

"Wait. Where were you standing?"

"I was behind the chair."

"I'll have to remember next time!"

"C'mon. I'll be surprised if Raj and Dustin didn't
leave," Alex tells him.


Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
This story may not be sold, nor made part of any
collection, without prior consent from the author.