Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2007 16:51:08 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Sale By Owner 33

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
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law. Check with your local laws regarding such. %
Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction.
In real life, use protection.

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"For Sale By Owner" 33
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Next morning, Alex responds to the alarm clock,
beeping over and over, "Don't tell me it's time to get
up already?" After hitting the snooze button, he
decides to fall back to sleep. However,  he looks down
at his bod, seeing Kyle still snoring lightly, head
lying on his chest. Half lying on him, he can feel
Kyle's breathing, his lungs against his abs, rising
and falling.

"C'mon. I gotta get up," Alex says to him, even though
Kyle can't hear him.

Carefully he tries to slide out from under, trying to
keep from disturbing Kyle's slumber. Unsuccessful,
Kyle opens his eyes, slowing fluttering them awake.

"Oops! I tried not to wake you."

Lifting his head, Kyle smiles, replying, "It's okay."

Feeling Kyle's chin with his hand, Alex reports, "You
got dried cum on your chin."

"Do I?"

"Don't you remember?"

"I think."

Refreshing his memory, Alex says, "We came back from
the walk?"

"Yeah?"

"As soon as we walked in the door, your hands were
under my tee shirt?"

"Yeah, but I was horny way before."

"Oh?" Alex questions. "When?"

Shrugging his shoulders, he recalls, "When you
stretched at the table, while I was filling the
dishwasher."

"Huh?"

"I told you your hair turns me on," Kyle says,
bringing a hand up, knotting some chest hair around
his finger.

"But..."

"When you stretched," Kyle fills him in, "your shirt
hiked up, giving me a sampling of your hot fur."

"I guess I'll have to watch my table manners," Alex
jokes, giggling.

"We were done eating," Kyle covers him with the
excuse.

The snoozer lets loose another rip of beeps.

"Well, I better get going."

"Already?"

"Want me to help you get all that sticky stuff off?"

Kyle smiles, giving Alex a sweet kiss, then rolling
off of his hairy chest, freeing him up for a trip to
the jon.

On the way, Kyle says, "I'm so glad you can cum
twice."

"No different from any other guy," Alex tells him.

"I don't know about that," Kyle tells his opinion.

Ditching the thought, Alex looks in the mirror above
the jon vanity, saying, "Hmm."

"Trust me," Kyle reads his thoughts, "you'll look good
with a stache, Alex."

"Might mean getting an itchy kiss!"

Kyle laughs, saying, "Don't talk to me while I'm
taking a leak. I might miss."

"Talk about being sensitive!"

So, keeping his words locked up in his mind for a
spell, Alex slid the shower door open, turning on the
jets of the water. He put two and two together,
sensing a presence at his side and the sound of
water-into-water ceasing, determining Kyle stood near
him.

"Aren't you going to flush?" Alex said, without
looking up.

Stepping over to the toilet bowl, Alex giggled to
himself. In no time, Kyle was near him, his arms
racing to be flat against Alex's ribs, flanking his
sides, enclosing around the back.

"You are going to make me sooo late to work."

Kyle smiled, saying, "Only a little late!"

As steam started to back up in the shower stall, the
two met for hugs and a kiss. Even though Alex hated to
break up the sweet moment of bliss, he placed one foot
over the tub wall, inching himself away.

"Kill-joy!" Kyle set upon him, as they parted company.
Giving up on the affection, he stated, "I'll go put on
the coffee." Strolling back through the bedroom, he
grabbed his used briefs. Then, spotting Alex's briefs,
comparing the handmade one to the store-bought one, he
dropped his own and stepped into Alex's.

Making it a quickie, Alex soaped himself up all over.
He cursed when too much shampoo squirted out of the
plastic bottle, but scrubbed his head with the whole
wad. His hands planed over his bod as he washed
himself off. Turning off the water he slid the glass
door open, retrieving a towel from the bar. Placing
the towel over his head, holding it to his face, he
stood there a moment before taking the towel to the
rest of his bod. After making sure most of the
moisture was soaked up from his crotch, he folded the
towel nicely and exited to the bedroom.

"Coffee?" Greeted him.

"Mmmm!" He replied, taking the coffee cup from Kyle's
hand. After sipping, he asked, "Where's yours?"

"I'm going back to cook us up some breakfast. Eggs?"

After glancing at the snooze alarm, Alex said he
didn't have time, saying, "I'll catch something at the
shop."

"I bet you will!" Kyle joked, laughing.

Turning to head back to the kitchen, Alex says,
pointing at Kyle's ass, "Hey, aren't those my briefs?"

"Yeah," then giggling, Kyle tells him, "nice and loose
where it counts!"

One of his own brands, it fit his 9.5c perfect.
Knowing Kyle to be a coupla inches less, he could
image his lover having excess room to swim around in.
He chocked it up to Knapp not being the only one with
kinky tastes. Going about his business, he dressed in
dark pants, white shirt, dark socks and shoes. Finding
his black bowtie on the dresser, he stashed it in the
shirt pocket. With the right hand as his comb and the
left hand as his brush, Alex fixed his hair, looking
in the mirror for guidance. He smiled at himself, when
he reached the apex of his grooming.

"Here, quick! You can eat as you head for the door."

Looking over Kyle, the well-meaning in his
personality, Alex stole a hasty glance at the clock.
Holding up five fingers, he said, "I've got five
minutes!"

"Cool," Kyle replied, luring Alex away to the kitchen
with the plate of bacon, eggs and toast.

There wasn't much time to spend talking, with Alex
woofing down the breakfast between sips of a second
cup of java, so Kyle did most of the talking.

High on his priorities, was, "Don't forget to check
out Derek."

"Okay," Alex said between gulps.

"Find out if he has something going on with Jim."

"Okay." Swallow.

"Get some conversation going with him. Find out more
what he is like."

"Okay," Alex said, wiping his mouth on the napkin.
"Gotta go!"

"Not like `that' you're not!" Kyle tells him, looking
at his shirt.

"What's wrong?" Alex asks, looking down the front of
himself, followed by, "Oh shit!"

Right there, midchest, a stain couldn't be missed.

"I'll take care of it," Kyle said, running into the
bedroom.

In the meantime, Alex started unbuttoning the white
dress shirt. Peeling it back over his furry chest,
pulling it from his pants, he disrobed it.

"Here we go," Kyle said, arriving from the other room.
In his hands, he had the shirt stretched out, ready
for Alex to slip into it.

"Hey wait a minute. This isn't one of mine," Alex
said, as he slipped his arms in anyway.

"It's one of mine. I'll take yours to the cleaners
today."

"Wow!" Alex said, as he fed his arms into it, as the
fabric touched his skin.

Kyle laughed, saying, "Not like your shirts from
Target, huh?"

"No," Alex replied, looking down as he buttoned it up.


"I picked them up at Braddocks," Kyle said.

"Braddocks? It's got to be expensive."

"Don't spill any coffee on it."

"Like, not that it really matters. I can feel the
difference, but how much did you shell out for it."

"I didn't. I charged it!" Kyle informed him.

"You know what I mean."

"Okay, if it means that much to you," Kyle
interjected, "I got it on sale for $150.00."

"What tha? On sale for 150?" Alex said, not sure he
wanted to tuck it in. "I can't..."

"Yes you can," Kyle insisted by jabbing his hand into
Alex's pants, tucking the front of his shirt in,
making Alex turn around as he did it.

"Wow!" Alex said again when he felt the whole shirt
against his skin, admiring the different weave at the
collar and down the buttons. Then, checking out the
clock on the wall, he forgot about it. "Is that
right?"

"Yup," Kyle replied.

"I'll never make it in time," Alex said, grabbing his
jacket.

"You will if I drop you off."

Alex didn't argue. It would save him from trying to
find parking.

Arriving at the `The Coffee Bean', they kissed and
Alex jumped out of the car. Knocking on the door, Jim
lets him in, relocking it.

Looking at his wristwatch, one of his co-workers, Ian,
states, "You just made it, guy!"

"I know. I've gotta watch my time in the morning,"
Alex told him.

"Got your tie?"

"Yeah," Alex replied, reaching in his pocket,
proclaiming, "Oops!". Alex removes his jacket, at the
same time, explaining the missing tie, left in the
soiled shirt pocket.

 Ian says, "Whoa! Nice threads, Alex." Then informs
him, "Derek always has an extra bowtie on hand."

Alex thought of explaining the situation, but right
now he was about thirty seconds before jumping into
action so just said, "Thanks." Thoughts set into
motion, he went to seek out Derek.

"Hey Phil," Ian saw him pass by the time clock, "punch
Alex in."

Hearing Ian, he added his "Thanks!" to Phil.

"Derek!" Alex called out, seeing him hanging up his
jacket, in the employee's lounge.

"Hey, what's up Alex?"

"Not much. Say, Ian says you might have an extra
bowtie?"

>From around a hanger, Derek pulls a long strip of
black material, saying, "Here. Keep it."

"Really? Thanks. Um, I still didn't get the hang of
tying these things. You mind?"

Smiling, Derek took back the black strip. Holding the
black tie between his teeth, Derek buttoned the top
button of Alex's shirt. Waiting patiently, Alex stood
there as Derek reached around his collar with the
strip of material, then perfectly arranged it into a
bowtie. Once, Alex thought he saw Derek look down,
before he buttoned up.

"There, you look good enough to kiss!"

"Thanks," Alex relayed to the nineteen year old.

Of the four who worked there, Alex was totally
convinced of Derek's sexuality. Phil, key in hand
walked through the shop, towards the door, shouting,
"Time to rock'n'roll, gentlemen!" Ian grabbed a bunch
of breakfast menus, dividing half with Alex. After
Phil unlocked the door, he reported to the coffee bar.
The entering patrons divided themselves up, being
shown to tables, or hitting the coffee bar for the
take-out fare. Derek rushed to take up some menus,
covering his third of the cafe.

After ten tables became occupied, coffee poured and
menus to be mulled over, Ian, Derek and Alex took
their first breather, while customers made up their
minds.

"Lucky you," Alex said to Derek.

"Lucky me?" Derek replied.

Alex nodded with his head, as Derek followed the hint,
looking at the table near a grouping of palm plants.

Putting his hand on Alex's shoulder, Derek asks, "I
don't get who you're looking at."

"The two guys at table five. Your table. One is in a
turtleneck?"

"Oh. Okay. You know them?"

"'The suit'," Alex replies, "is Stephen Braddock?"

"'The' Stephen Braddock, of Braddock's department
store fame?"

"The one and only," Alex replies. "It's where this
shirt is from."

Derek's hand slides from Alex's shoulder, down his
back. "Shit! This is the closest I've been to a
Braddock's shirt. I would never see this on `my'
salary." Then after studying the shirt, the way it
contours over Alex's bod, Derek asks, "How do you know
Braddock?"

"I met him through my boyfriend."

"The hott--- I mean the guy who dropped you off?"

After smiling, realizing Derek had spied on him, Alex
replied, "Yeah, the hottie who dropped me off!"

Smart to change the subject, Derek asks, "So, where
did you meet Braddock?"

Alex, mouth open ready to speak, instead replies, "I
think you better get over there. He's signaling you."

"Oh shit," Derek suddenly got flustered.

Watching from a distance, Alex quickly perused his
customers, then watched the interaction between Derek
and Braddock's table. He thought it strange Derek
hadn't written anything down on his order pad, but was
returning near where the waiters hung out between
waiting on tables.

"He says he wants you to wait on him. I'll take your
table ten."

"What?" Alex asked, not getting it.

"Mr. Braddock. I opened my pad, then he informs me he
prefers you. Says you waited on him before."

"I did."

"Well, you must've made some impression, Alex."

"Did he say anything about me knowing him?"

"Nope. He just asked for you."

"Okay," Alex replied, opening his pad as he approached
the table.

First thing out of Stephen Braddock's mouth was, "Nice
shirt, Alex."

Astounded at first, Alex replied, "You remember me!"

"Sure. Kyle and you came into my Asbury Park store."

As Alex stood there flabberghasted, Braddocks eyes
were scanning the shirt. Undoubtedly, he could
probably make out the furry chest rounding Alex's
pecs, the strip of hair dividing his abs, all showing
through the thin white fabric. He was probably
thinking about the designer, when he came to Braddock,
showing him the visibility behind the sleek, sexy
material of the shirt. Right now Braddock was praising
himself for choosing such fine threads, as he gazed
over the eighteen year old.

"May I take your order?"

Instead, Alex got an earful, as Stephen Braddock
chatted, "So, you're going to be attending the Fashion
Institute?"

"Yes, sir," Alex said politely.

"Then you should meet my friend, as soon as he
returns. Oh hear he comes now."

Before the gentleman with Braddock sat, he says, "Meet
an old friend of mine, Afon Hasteras. Afon, Alex, I'm
sorry I don't know your last name?"

"Nouguet," Alex informs him.

"Alex Nouguet will be attending the institute you
instruct at."

Towering over Hasteras, at six feet, one inch tall,
Alex held out his hand, to meet with the designer.

"I'm happy to meet you Mr. Hasteras."

Coolly, Afon reached for Alex's hand and greeted him
with a slight smile, a quaint greeting, "Good to meet
you, Alex."

Of course Alex felt the twenty-eight year old
designer's eyes scanning him, but broke off the
mesmerizing with, "Are you ready to order?"

It did the trick, as the two set into motion Alex
scribbling on his pad. He also saw, of his other
tables, Derek had gone on taking down orders, since he
was being monopolized by Mr. Braddock.

"You owe me," Derek said to Alex, tapping him on the
stomach, when they met up in the waiter's free zone.

"Sure. No problem, Derek."

With orders placed, their only obligation at this
point was to move amongst tables, making sure cups
stayed filled to the brim. The two chefs, aces at
filling orders, had trays coming out in no time. With
a lull at the coffee bar, Phil lent a hand in ferrying
out the trays of orders.

Derek cautioned, "Make sure Alex serves table five."

Of course Phil wanted to know why. Derek filled him in
on the `celebrity' and Alex's personal knowledge of
Braddock. As Alex towered over their table, setting
out plates of food, he glanced several times at Afon,
catching himself getting checked out. Each time he
smiled, but went about his business with courtesy.
"I'll be back in a little while to make sure
everything is okay," Alex said before leaving the
table.

Afon asks Stephen, "So, tell me of the day you met
Alex."

Swallowing a forkful of eggs, Braddock replies, "Kyle
Dryfiss. He came into my Asbury Park location."

"Nice looking," Afon replies.

Stephen says, "He's eighteen, Afon."

"So?"

"Plus, he's Kyle's boyfriend."

"So?"

"Plus, from what I get from his personality, he's not
easily fooled."

Glancing over at Alex, waiting on another table, Alex
bends over to pick up a napkin, dropped to the floor.

"Nice ass," Afon tells Braddock.

"He's going to be one not so taken with you, Afon."

"We'll see."

Alex appears, asking, "Anything else I can get for
you?"

Thinking, Afon's wanting is, `Yes, you can get out of
those clothes, for starters!'

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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee
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collection, without prior consent from the author.