Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2008 17:15:13 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Sale By Owner 38

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format of reality. Any resemblances to real people,
alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in
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involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then
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"For Sale By Owner" 38
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Stopping on the way back to Guerra's Foodmarket, Kyle
turned over a key to Scott.

"I can't believe all this is happening to me," Scott
said, feeling overwhelmed, accepting it.

Alex asks, "How did it go with Carlos and the job
offer?"

"He's back in the office, talking with his father. I
don't think things are going well."

"What makes you say that?" Kyle asks.

"Who am I? A nobody from out of town. What does he
know about me? What does Carlos know about me? Hey,
are you sure you want to give me a key? You hardly
know anything about me," Scott exclaims, going on and
on, in reference to the short time he's known Carlos
and Kyle.

"I know enough. And what I want to see is that same
happy, ecstatic guy I met this afternoon for the first
time standing in line at registration reading a book,"
Kyle renders.

"Thanks," is all Scott could think of.

On cloud nine Carlos comes out of the back area of the
foodmarket, beaming, exclaiming, "You got it!"

"Really? A job? How did you...."

"I lay the story on my pop as if I were in your shoes.
Wouldn't he want somebody to help me out?" Carlos
says, shrugging his shoulders.

Scott got too calm for words, instead of being
overjoyed of all the blessings of this day.

"What's the matter? You should be happy?"

"I am," Scott told Alex.

"Anybody thirsty," Kyle says, which he takes to the
next level, hinting for the nearest bar.

Over a pitcher of beer, the four discuss anything
coming to mind.

"So, you design clothing, Alex?" Scott asks.

"Mostly up to now it's been briefs, but I'm looking to
expand into other areas of the clothing industry."

As the conversation carries Kyle tells them about Alex
developing his ideas `for comfort's sake'.

"Comfort?" Scott innocently asks, "Like what?"

Carlos just about chokes on a sip of his mug, saying,
"You're kidding?" Then leaning back, the Latino nudges
Scott's elbow and points to his lap.

"Ooooooh, `that' kind of comfort!"

The table erupts with laughter at the response, Scott
joining in. Not used to drinking anything alcohol
enriched he's flying high. Accidentally, without
thinking, he slaps his hand down by mistake against
Carlos' thigh, leaving it there. Noticing, Carlos
looks to his lap, smiling. He takes the eighteen year
old's hand and slides it inward towards his crotch.
It's all too obvious to Alex and Kyle something is
going on underneath the table.

"Um guys," Kyle says, outspoiken, "this isn't a `gay
bar'!"

"So?" Carlos says, his hips shimmying in his seat.

Alex informs Kyle, "I think it's time for the check!"

Force of habit Kyle whips out his American Express
card, but Alex says, "It's okay. I've got it!"

Not seeing their waiter, Alex gets up and goes to the
bar, passing a couple of older dudes. One taps him on
the arm.

"Hey bud, tell your homo friends if they want to do
that stuff, to take it outside!"

Alex didn't say anything, just proceeded to look for
somebody attending the cash station. As he did, he
brushed his arm off as if the guy dumped soil on it.

"A wise guy, huh?" The big-bellied guy said, stepping
off his stool.

The guy with him, said, "Let it go, Al."

But Al, with too many beers downed, approaches Alex,
stepping up close, real close, like almost in his
face.

"Ya think you're smart, huh kid?"

Looking back, over his shoulder, Alex replies, "Smart
enough to mind my own business and stay out of
trouble."

The bartender comes over, acknowledging the customer
behind Alex, saying, "I don't want any trouble here,
Al."

"Trouble, Frank?" Al says, adding, "Your gonna have
lots of trouble keeping open, with all these homos in
here. Hell, pretty soon you'll be turning it into a
fuckin' gay bar!"

"Look Al," Frank says, coming around the counter,
leaving Alex to still pay up, "I think you've had your
quota. Why don't you and Dave just call it a night?"

"Well I never thought I'd see the day when Frank
McCall goes soft on a faggot."

All this time, Kyle's wondering what's taking Alex so
long. Sure, he sees the older guy standing near Alex,
but figures it's the bartender he's talking with and
no idea of the subject matter at hand. He decides to
investigate, sliding his chair back and approaching
them.

"Alex?" Kyle calls out, in between Frank and Al.
"Everything okay?"

Al is eyeing Kyle up and down, then blurts out,
"Betcha this one's a hot cocksucker!"

Dave comes over, taking Al's arm, telling him, "Leave
it alone, Al."

Same time, Frank tells Al, "I don't want any trouble,
so I think you should leave, Al." He nods to Dave, as
if to say it's a good idea he had.

"Hm," Al grunts, adding, "I've been coming here for
the last twenty-five years. Maybe it's time to find a
new watering hole."

After they leave, Frank says, "Sorry about the
problem," to Alex. "Your pitcher is on the house."

"That's really not necessary," Alex tells him.

"Nah. Go ahead. Tell you the truth," Frank laments,
"I've got a brother who's gay. Growing up was no
picnic for him, but I always stuck by him. Whatever he
wants to believe, is his business. I still love him."

Kyle intercedes, "Thanks for sharing that with us."

Moving his fist to over his heart, Frank tells them,
"It hurts me right here when I hear stuff like that
from guys like Al. Sure, over the years I've heard him
mock anybody who's not an Italian, tried to say things
to `correct' him, but there's no changing some
people."

"Right," Alex and Kyle agree.

Drawing up three beers, he places two on the counter,
saying, "C'mon. Sit. Have a beer with me."

Alex and Kyle look back at the table, seeing Carlos
and Scott sitting `very' close to each other, making
their own party.

Frank notices too, sharing, "They're okay. There's
nobody else in the joint. Just as long as they keep
their clothes on!"

Frank laughs out loud, causing Kyle and Alex to get
caught up in the laughter.

"So, what do you kids do?"

Each taking a seat, first thing Alex does is place his
forearm across the bar, offering his hand, "I'm Alex
Nouguet and this here is Kyle Dryfiss."

"Nice to meet ya," the thirty-eight year old bartender
says, returning the handshake with each. Then, out of
curiosity, he asks, "You two a couple?"

"Well," Kyle says, "I don't think we've been together
long enough to establish a `calling' of what we are,
but..."

Alex brazenly says, "We live together."

"I'd say you're headed in that direction," Frank
points out, regarding his original assumption. Then,
reiterating his first question, to open up their
conversation, "So what do you do to keep busy?"

He looked at Kyle so he unloads the info, saying,
"Well, Alex waits tables at The Coffee Bean for the
summer, until he starts attending the Fashion
Institute."

"An artist?" Frank says, not really up to date on what
a person studies at the FIT.

"Of sorts. I'm looking to design men's clothing," Alex
states.

"Nice. There's always has been and always will be a
calling for clothes, especially when the trends keep
changing," Frank said, insightfully.

Batting the conversation back to Alex, he says,
"Sounds to me like you're right up there with the
fashions, Frank?"

"Yeah, well. I'm not one to brag, but my baby brother
is a model. He's done some modeling for some of the
big companies."

"Really?"

Then, taking a sip of his beer, Frank suddenly coughs,
looking up at the entrance, belting out, "Well look
what the cat dragged in! Just the man we're talking
about!"

Alex, sitting with Kyle between him and the
entranceway, softly says, "Catch me. I think I've died
and gone to heaven!"

Swiveling around in his wooden seat, Kyle's face shows
the exact same sentiments, expressing, "Who's gonna
catch me?"

As they stare, Frank hurries around the bar, rushes to
the other end and greets the blond bombshell with a
hug.

"Come over here, Einan, I want you to meet a couple of
friends."

Even though Frank met Kyle and Alex twenty minutes
ago, he's made a friendly connection with them, seeing
they're decent guys.

"Hey," Einan says, when he faces the two bar stools,
turned toward the six foot blond.

Formally, Frank introduces his twenty-six year old
brother.

"Good to meet you," Einan tells each, giving Alex a
long stare, more eye contact than with his
introduction to Kyle.

Edging his way around the bar, Frank asks, "The usual,
Einan?"

"Yeah," he replies, taking the stool next to Alex.

"So, you guys in college?" Einan asks, taking a
handful of peanuts and chucking them in his mouth.

Taking the helm, Alex explains, "Kyle will be
attending the International Cooking School this
summer," then looking over his shoulder, "with Scott -
the guy on the left over there."

"Thanks, bro," Einan says to Frank when his drink is
delivered.

"And what about you, Alex?"

Not getting any airtime in, Kyle resorts to answering
the question, leaning over in front of Alex, who leans
back, to open the pathway between him and Einan.

"Alex will be attending the Fashion Institute in the
fall."

"Cool!" Einan seems to step out of the stiffness of
the conversation, warming up to the two. "What's your
major interest?"

Again, Kyle returns with, "Right now Alex designs and
makes briefs, but he wants to do everything."

"Sounds great. I'd like to see your work," Einan tells
them, which propells Alex into an excited mode.

"Really?"

"Sure. Would be cool showing up to a party, wearing
something different and unique."

As Kyle fills Einan in on other stuff, Alex goes off
into a dreamworld, taking a sip of his beer, gazing
into the yellowish tint. He pictures a pool at a
mansion, hot guys walking around bare from the waist
up, all admiring Einan in a pair of his briefs, his
cock and balls stuffing it to the gills. When his own
cock starts to twitch, he breaks out of his reverie.

"Sure, that would be great," Kyle says to Einan,
"wouldn't it Alex?"

"Wha?" Then, not wanting to sound stoopid, Alex says,
"Sure." Later he would ask Kyle what they were talking
about.

As the evening progresses, the chatter from the table
they've left subsides. Looking over, Kyle laughs,
tapping Alex on the shoulder. "I think we better think
about getting these guys home?"

"1 am?" Alex hints, "Some of us have to work
tomorrow!"

Kyle reports to where Carlos and Scott are sitting.

"You work?" Einan asks, one of the bases not being
covered.

"The Coffee Bean. Downtown."

"I know it," Einan replies, "though I haven't been
there in awhile."

"I've been there two weeks. I don't recall seeing you
there."

Einan smiles, then says, "My agent keeps me pretty
busy. Here," he pulls a card out of his pocket, "take
one of my cards."

Taking it from Einan, Alex reads, "Quasthoff Agency...
Geordie Quasthoff.. Nope, `haven't heard of him."

"Geordie doesn't represent a lot of models. Mostly
gay. I found his contact information in Out magazine,
so I thought I'd give it a try. I'm glad I did. He's
gotten me some impressive accounts. After I started
working for him, I met this cute guy at a party."

Alex listened attentatively.

"I started to fall for Dario. Then Geordie comes over
and starts referring to him as `son'. I couldn't
believe it. I fell for the bosses' son!"

"How long ago?" Alex asked.

"Year and a half ago. Since then we've become
soulmates and..."

Kyle interrupts them with, "Alex, we got a problem."

Alex follows Kyle back to the table, saying, "They
sure don't look like they're in `walking' condition!"

"What's the problem?" Einan asks.

Kyle informs him, "We started out with a nice walk for
the evening."

"Oh, so you don't have a car?"

"You got it," Alex answered, in the negative.

"Not a problem," Einan says. "I always park my SUV in
the back alley. I can give you a lift."

The whole night, it had been obvious to Kyle and Alex,
Frank had stood in the wings, gloating over the
successes of his brother. Now, standing there, he was
proud of the fact Einan was helping them out. He
smiled, thinking all those years of playing
`fatherhood' to Einan has payed off.

"I'll help you get them to the back door," Frank says.

Carlos and Scott could walk, but not without some
assistance. Alex and Kyle helped Carlos walk, while
Frank solo-ed with Scott. Over and over, Scott kept
Frank's ear buzzing with gibberish over how nice the
bar is and how he had such a good time.

Hearing `beep-beep', then, "Okay guys," they knew
Einan was ready to accept the casualties. Wedged into
the back, Carlos, Scott and Kyle sat, Alex in the
front passenger side.

"Thanks for doing this," Alex said to Einan, as he
backed out of the alleyway.

At this time of the night - morning, traffic was next
to nothing, so he didn't have to worry about entering
the avenue.

"Where to?"

"77th street," Kyle called out.

As Einan speed away, he avoided an early morning
delay, Con Ed at work, and hung a right turn, left,
then another left, bringing them back on route.

"You know your way around good, Einan," Alex comments.

"We grew up on the East side. I know these streets
like the back of my hand."

However, that's not where Alex was gazing. Einan had
his shirt open four buttons down, just enough spacing
to catch some glances. From Alex's view, he could see
the smooth chest, a pointy nip formed on a chiseled
pec, ditto on the taut abs, as far as hair went. At a
red light, Einan rested back in his bucket seat,
looking at Alex, who was in the dream mode, then at
the place Alex was looking. Einan smiled when he
traced Alex's vision to his open shirt.

"Like what you see?"

Snapping out of it, the eighteen year old turned red.

Einan checked out the action, in the back, in his
rearview mirror, seeing Carlos and Scott sleeping it
off, Kyle's eyes heavy, dozing. Reaching across the
divide, he slapped Alex on the thigh, giggling,
saying, "Hey, I wouldn't think you were normal if I
didn't catch you checking me out!"

"I guess," Alex replied, still like he got burnt on
the sunny beach, smiling.

Even though the light turns green, Einan unbuckles his
belt, unbuttons his jeans, pulls his shirt out,
unbuttons the last two retaining fasteners and leans
forwards, alerting Alex, "Here, help me off with
this?"

Alex's jaw hangs open, as Einan has his dress shirt
peeled over the back of his shoulders, his crotch now
twitching like crazy. Taking his seat belt off, Alex
leans over and grabs the collar, his hand touching the
blond's back. He pulls down on the fabric. Half out of
his seat, but not hovering over Einan, he can still
make out the thin, darker trail, popping out of his
deep navel.

Absent-mindedly, Alex mumbles, "Hugo Boss?" helping
Einan remove the shirt from his right arm. The light
turns back to red, as Alex starts to lose some of the
same color.

"Thanks," Einan says, pulling the shirt off of his
left arm, then, "Here, hold this for me."

Tossing the white shirt to Alex, Einan takes off as
the light goes green.

"You could have turned on the AC," Alex says to him.

"What? And deprive you of the view?"

Alex is back to the red look, smiling, saying, "I
didn't think I was that obvious."

"If it was a crime for a guy to check another guy out,
there wouldn't be any gay guys outside the prison
walls."

"And what would your boyfriend think of all this?"

"Boyfriend," Einan states. "That's what we are.
Nothing more serious than dating."

Feeling Einan can be as bold as hell, Alex figures he
can do the same!

"Well, just to let you know Einan, Kyle and I are
serious."

Gunning the brake, instead of racing the yellow, Einan
shoots back with, "Are you accusing me of trying to
get in your pants?"

Lightheartedly, Alex replies with a grin, "'The way it
looks to me! And oh, by the way... you missed 77th
street four lights ago!"

"I did? I mean...."

Alex roars with laughter, turning to look in the back
to see if he's woken up the sheep.

Getting to the townhouse, double parking, Alex looks
over to the twenty-six year old, his eyes ping-ponging
back and forth from face to crotch.

"What?" Einan asks.

"You better buckle up before waking up the troops!"

Smirking, Einan presses his feet on the floor, pushing
his hips forwards, adjusting himself so he can button
up three buttons on the fly of his jeans, buckling his
belt.

"By the way," Alex smiles, "nice treasure trail!" He
laughs.

Leaving the SUV double parked Einan steps out, asking
Alex for his shirt. They play a little innocent tug o'
war, Alex relenting, with a smile. Feeding his arms
into it, Alex stares at the chiseled features.

"Still checking out the eye candy?" Einan ribs him.

"Checking out the dimensions, in case I ever want to
design you a shirt or something!"

Walking the three in, Kyle now a casualty for droopy
eyes, Einan and Alex drop them temporarily in the
livingroom on the sofa.

"Very nice place you have here, Alex."

"It's Kyle's townhouse. My mom's apartment, back home,
would fit into the livingroom."

"I'd like to hear about `back home' sometime," Einan
says, sweetly.

Walking Einan to the door, Alex replies, "Maybe."

"Got the card I gave you?"

"Right here," Alex waves it through the air.

Reaching in his pocket, Einan pulls the cap off a Bic,
stealing the card back from Alex. Using his own
stomach as a desk, he writes two phone numbers on the
back, saying, "This one's my cell and this one's my
apartment. Let's do dinner sometime?"

"Maybe," Alex says, opening the front door.

But Alex gets the biggest shock of his life as Einan
reaches between his arms, gathers him up in his arms
and kisses him deeply on the lips. His cock is now
having palpitations, his heart racing. Not fighting
the feeling, he lets time elapse.

"See ya," Einan says, on his way out.

Closing the door, Alex runs his fingers back and forth
over his lips, saying to himself, "I'm in such big
trouble!"

Hearing a yawn, a voice belts out, "What tha?"

Walking back to the sofa, around the reddish brown
piece of furniture his attention focuses to Kyle,
looking strangely at Carlos, then to his left where
Scott sacks out, leaning against Kyle's shoulder.

"Um, this may sound strange," Kyle begins to ask, "but
Carlos doesn't live here, right?"

"It looks like tonight he's going to," Alex replies,
his arm stretched out, a cue for Kyle to make the
connection.

Putting his foot against Kyle's, Alex lifts his lover
out from between the two. Scott immediately keels
over, his head coming to rest in Carlos' lap.

"I think they're out for the night. What do you
think?" Alex asks.

"Just throw a blanket over them and leave `em," Kyle
says, his hand waving as if to say, `the heck with
them.' "I'm going to bed."

"We just can't `leave' them here," Alex tries to
protest.

With Kyle heading off to bed, Alex is left alone to
fend for the two. Never having tried it before, he
uprights Scott, pitting his shoulder against his
chest. With a mighty heave, he lifts Scott off the
couch, to himself responding, "Wow! I can't believe I
actually did it!" Trying to walk was another thing,
though he managed to balance Scott in the crude
firemen's carry, strolling into the bedroom, then
sitting him down on the bed. Immediately Scott falls
backwards, making a thud as his back butts against the
mattress. "Yup, you're out!" Alex says. "Can't leave
you like that," he says to himself, pondering. Even
though Scott's shirt has creases all over it, Alex
decides to unbutton it, stripping it.
"Nice," he makes comment, when seeing the slim bod.
Affixing Scott's head to the pillow, he decides why
not go all the way and unbuckles his belt. "Oops!" He
says when peeling off Scott's jeans. Alex forgot to
shuck the shoes. After peeling the socks, he manages
to get Scott's bod under the covers. Turning out the
light, he goes back to the livingroom to take care of
Carlos. Not as elaborate, he strips off his polo shirt
and sneakers, but leaves the rest on him, stretching
him out on the sofa and applying the blanket. He
thought his night's work was done, but in his own room
he stands there, hands on hips, shaking his head as
Kyle lays there conked out, fully dressed. Going to
work, he strips off the shirt, sneakers, socks, pants,
briefs and rolls him over to undress the bed, slipping
his lover in between the covers. "I feel like a damn
housenanny!" His turn, he leisurely unbuttons his
shirt, sitting in the armchair, taking it easy,
thinking. His fingers move to his lips, reliving the
scene with Einan at the front door. A little anxious,
he says to himself, "Forget it! Tomorrow I'm calling
and setting that boy straight!" Rising up, Alex shucks
his clothes, sets the alarm, washes his teeth and then
crawls in next to Kyle.

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