Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2008 21:17:42 -0800 (PST)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Sale By Owner 39

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" 39
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Except for the beep-beep-beep of the alarm clock, it
was quiet as a morgue, as Alex winked awake. Hitting
the clock's `snooze' feature, he fell back into bed,
but not asleep. First thing to come to mind is
`Einan'. The hand that didn't turn off the alarm
clock, was under the sheets, busy quelling another
desire. Picking the top sheet up, Alex peered down
between, peering over his hairy bod. He had a bold
hardon. "Damn!" he exclaimed to himself. The alarm
kicked in for the second time, Alex rushing to quell
it so it didn't mess with Kyle's dreams. Slinging the
sheet aside, he rolled over and sat on the edge of the
bed. His cock stuck out straight as a flagpole. "Jon,"
he said out loud, proceeding to the jon, standing
before the toilet, willing his cock to let loose.
However it didn't. When he stroked it, some precum
came drooling out. "Dammit Einan!" Alex began to feel
real guilty. Up until now, it's only been Kyle
bringing on his erections, causing his nuts to boil,
leak out when it became too bottled up.

"You up?"

Gasping, Alex's hand went right to his chest, as he
said, "Oh, you scared the hell outta me!"

"Hell?" Kyle questioned, looking around Alex's waist.
"I think I scared more than that out of ya!"

Taking an index finger, Kyle lubed it up from Alex's
wick and sucked down the gooey treat.

"Now it comes," Alex said, as his shaft let loose with
a torrent of piss.

"What?" Kyle said, standing in line, adding, "Hurry
up, before I have to do it in the sink!"

Alex turned and smirked.

"Hey Alex! Watch where you're going!"

"Oops!" Alex blurted out, gearing his cock back on
target, making yellowy bubbles.

Taking layers of toilet tissue Kyle reached down to
soak up the yellow water accumulated on the rim.

"I can do that."

"You just pay attention to what you're doing!" Kyle
barked out the order.

"Whew! I felt like I pissed out a gallon," Alex told
him, shaking out the remnants.

It was Kyle's turn. He had no problem in letting loose
the yellow stream.

"I've gotta tell you something," Alex said, as he drew
up a shower.

Yawning, Kyle replied, "Can it wait til later? I'm
going back to bed."

"I suppose," Alex talked to himself.

While rubbing the soap all over his bod, it kept
coming back to him about last night, their bods
pressed together, Einan rubbing his hands up his back,
til he cupped the back of his head, forcing the
luscious kiss to his lips. Force of habit, while he
shower-dreamed, Alex's hard cock was in the clutches
of his hand. `Dammit! I've gotta stop this!' Alerting
himself to his hard shaft, he hurriedly washed the
soap off and turned off the jets. Sliding the door
back, he grabbed for his towel and dried off. Marching
into the bedroom, he had to get Kyle's attention so he
could get Einan off his mind.

"Kyle! Wake up!"

"What?" He sat up. "The house on fire?"

"No. Nothing like that... well maybe."

"What then?" Kyle said.

With the towel draped around his neck, hanging down
each side of his wet, furry chest, Alex plops his ass
down on the bed.

"Mmmm... I feel like it too," was Kyle's response, be
it reading Alex wrongly.

"I'm not here for sex!"

Kyle moaned, disappointed.

"I need to tell you something important and I need
your attention."

Still sitting up, Kyle keeled over backwards into the
bed, saying, "Go ahead."

"This is really important, so stop fooling around."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"Kyle, last night Einan helped me bring the three of
you inside."

"I had a thought, being Einan was a nice guy," Kyle
interrupted.

"You won't think so, after you hear this. Last night
when he said goodbye, he gave me a kiss."

"Isn't that sweet," Kyle said, upbeat.

"No. Not just a peck on the cheek. He slipped his arms
around me... embraced me... cupped my head in his hand
and kissed me deeply."

Alex waited, expecting hellfire to rain down.

Kyle responded, "Is he a good kisser?"

"I knew you were going to make a joke out of this!"

Jumping out of the bed, Alex paraded back into the
jon.

"Wait Alex!" Kyle called out, following him several
feet behind.

Standing there at the doorway, he watched Alex take
out the shaving brush, twist the cap off the container
of shaving soap, dab the brush in it, swirl it around,
finally applying the lather to his face.

"You're really angry at me, aren't you?"

"No... well yes... not really angry just upset."

"What's the difference?" Kyle asks, bracing the door
beam with a hand, as if he's keeping it from falling
down, the other hand loosening up his privates.

"Don't you get it? The guy kissed me like we were
lovers on a serious date. Doesn't that disturb you?"

"Well, did you fight him off?"

His face lathered as if Santa Claus, Alex put both
hands on the sink and looked down into it.

"No... I... I don't know why I didn't."

"I know why and I don't blame you for it."

"You do? You don't?" Alex answered, perplexed, staring
at Kyle through the mirrored portal, looking at him as
arms are folded just below his pecs.

"Sure. I don't know if I would do anything different
if I were in your shoes. Einan's a model. He looks
good. He's lucked out that he's got a great looking
face and those dreamy, green eyes that dazzle like
emeralds."

"Emeralds?"

"Yeah. Last night you and he had quite a conversation.
While you chatted with him, I checked him out."

"You did, did you?"

"Look, Alex. Now I know you kissed him. It doesn't
bother me. I know it's a fluke... a
once-and-over-and-done thing. I'm not taking it like
you're cheating on me or anything, okay?"

"Yeah... I guess."

"So, finish your shaving and I'll go check on Carlos
and Scott, put on some coffee and cook up some eggs or
something."

"Okay," Alex replied.

Even though half his face was lathered up, Kyle kissed
him, saying, "Good morning!"

Opening the bedroom door which intersected the
hallway, Kyle  immediately smelled `cooking'.

Walking into the kitchen, he asked "What time did you
two get up?"

"Don't talk so loud," Carlos told Kyle.

Going over to Carlos, sitting barechested on a kitchen
stool at the counter, Kyle whispers softly into his
ear, "Good morning!"

Carlos still moaned, with a disparing hangover.

"Your cheese went moldy, so we're having plain eggs,"
Scott said, quite the opposite, chipper as a chipmunk.

"You were wasted last night, Scott. Don't you feel
it?" Kyle inquires.

"I guess not. I've never been drunk before. I guess I
learned something from it."

"And what would that be?"

"I don't get a hangover?"

"Sure, you don't, but poor Carlos here," Kyle said,
rubbing his hand on the latino's bare shoulder, over
the barbed wire tattoo, which circled his upper arm.

Approaching the two, Scott hands two red coffee mugs,
full to the brim with java.

"Thanks," Kyle says.

Scott's hand on Carlos' shoulder, he uprights his bent
over bod. Shoving the steamy mug in front of him,
Scott offers, "Here. Drink this up. It'll make you
feel better."

"Well, I don't deny it wasn't all worth it."

"Huh?" Scott said to Carlos.

"I had a good time last night. One that I hadn't had
in a long time."

Smiling, Scott replied, "Yeah. Me too. Probably the
best time I've had in my whole life!"

"Really?" Carlos asked, surprised.

"First time I've ever been to a bar."

Fixing a cup of coffee for Alex, Kyle's ears are
taking it all in.

"Wow!" Carlos exclaims. "I figure by the time any guy
hits eighteen, they've been to a bar."

"I was always nervous around guys, so kind of stayed
by myself. My mom was always teaching me something
about cooking, so I hung around in the kitchen a lot."

"So, didn't you even go out with the other guys from
your high school?"

"I... I guess I'm weird that I didn't, huh?" Scott
asks.

Forgetting about his headache, a little upset stomach,
the feeling of wanting to go back to bed, Carlos
replies, "You know, you have a lot of catching up to
do. I suppose if I don't make it happen, you'll never
get caught up?"

Taking his mug and another full of coffee, Kyle goes
back to the bedroom. By now, Alex has finished
chopping off his whiskers and is in front of the
bedroom mirror, fixing his tie.

"It's straight. Here," Kyle hands Alex the mug.

"It's not a real bowtie. Not one you tie from scratch.
Ian gave me this one. He says he never got the hang of
tying one, either."

"Well, Alex, if you're going to go on to become a
men's fashion designer, you'll need to learn. It's one
of the basics. Besides, I always thought it sexy when
a man unties it, opens the collar of his shirt and
lets it hang down."

Alex says, lightheartedly, "Hmm, something I'll have
to remember."

Setting his mug down, Kyle walks up behind Alex, puts
his arms around his swimmer's waist, takes him in his
arms, chest to back, perceiving Alex with a hanging
memory, renders, "I told you. I wasn't mad at you."

"Okay, so you're not `upset' with me," Alex rephrases
it. "I still feel guilty."

"Alex," Kyle forced him to spin around and face him,
"first of all, it wasn't even your own doing. By your
description, it was Einan who manhandled you. Am I
right?"

"Um, yeah."

"So? Where do you get off blaming yourself?"

"I didn't fight him off, that's where," Alex still
harped on the seem-so innocent kiss.

Frustrated, Kyle says, "Look, Alex, I'm not angry or
jealous and I don't blame you for what happened, so
just forget it."

"I've gotta get to work."

"Okay, but I don't want you sulking over this all day.
Promise me Alex?"

"I'll try not to," Alex replied, as Kyle said, "good
enough," kissing Alex in the same manner Einan did
last night - well, early morning.

Walking downstairs from the secluded loft, Alex
traveled the circular, black iron-railed staircase.
Stopping midway, he viewed from a distance, over the
partition separating the kitchen from the rest of the
house. Smiling, he stamped his feet as he descended,
giving fair warning of his approach to the couple
kissing at the kitchen island. By the time Alex
reached the opening the two had broken apart, Carlos
returning to his perch on the stool.

"What time do you have to be at the store, Carlos?"
Alex inquired, to break the ice.

"Around noontime, thank God," Carlos replied, as Scott
put a new mug of coffee in his hand, taking away the
almost empty one.

"You look as fit as a fiddle?" Alex directs to Scott.

"I can't understand it. It must be in my genes, but I
didn't feel the effects of guzzling down beer, like
poor Carlos here."

According to Alex, Carlos didn't look half as bad as
Kyle described.

"The coffee was good," Alex said, looking to the stove
and adding, "eggs smell good, too."

"Oh, let me get you some", Scott said, stealing his
attention away from Carlos, scooping scrambled eggs
out of the pan.

Sitting at the counter, across from Carlos, Alex had a
birdseye view of the barechested eighteen year old,
patch of dark hair midchest, wisps around each nip and
the beginnings of a thin, defined trail down his abs,
the rest obscured by the counter ledge.

"And what are your plans for today, Scott?"

"My plans... my plans," Scott said, in a worried
fashion. After pausing, he announced, "My plans are
going to be to figure out which direction I'm headed
in."

Carlos interjects, "Aren't you and Kyle going back to
the cooking school today?"

"I've thought about it," Scott replies, Alex and
Carlos giving him their undivided attention, "and I
don't think I'm going to register."

Doing a quarter turn on his stool, Carlos' jaw drops
open, finally reacting, "You're not going back home
are you?"

"If things don't work out. If Kyle will have me, I'll
stay here. Find a job. Work for a year or so and save
some money. Maybe in a year or so I'll save up enough
to attend school."

"That's strange," Alex states.

"What is?" Carlos asks.

"Well, by the way Kyle talked, I thought you two had
this all worked out, where he is going to loan you the
money to get you started."

"But what happens if I can't pay him back?" Scott
sulks.

Carlos offers, "I can help you?"

Before Scott can dive back into the conversation, Alex
says, "Listen, I don't know if Kyle has mentioned it,
but he's got lots of money. If I chose to, I could
attend school and not worry about where to get my
expenses from. But I've got my pride. I want to pay my
own way. Tuition has just about wiped out my savings,
but I got a job. Sure, I know Kyle is there to fall
back on, but I'm hoping that doesn't come about.
There's no reason why you can't do the same; get a job
while you're attending school?"

"Same with me," Carlos submits. "Going to Manhattan
School of Music is expensive. Fortunately my father
has saved over the years, but it's not going to stop
me from earning a day's dollar. Plus, remember you
have a job waiting for you too?" Carlos meant his
father's store.

By this time, Carlos held Scott's hand, rubbing it
with his free one, trying to convince him things don't
have to be as hopeless as they seem.

The clincher came when Carlos says, "Besides, you and
I have something good going here. You can't up and
leave me.... us, in the middle of it."

Sweetly, Carlos stretched Scott's hand to his lips and
kissed it.

Unknowing to any of them, it was the only thread
holding Scott from returning home to Pennsylvania.
That is, until his gaze with Carlos' eyes forced the
issue, him saying, "I... I suppose I could work to pay
him back. It might take awhile."

Seeing a tender moment unfolding, as Scott's eyes
stayed glued on Carlos, Alex swiped his mouth with the
napkin and said, "Sorry. I'd like to sit here and chat
some more, but I've gotta get going."

As Alex left the kitchen, he bumped right into Kyle.
"I thought you were staying in bed?"

"Nah," Kyle replied, yawning, then changing direction
to follow Alex to the front door. "Oh, you want me to
drive you?"

Alex smiled, gazing at Kyle from head to shins, at the
barechest and boxers, commenting, "Like that?"

"I can run and get dressed quickly?"

"That's okay. I can take the subway."

"Are you sure you know what you're doing, Alex?"

>From his pocket he retrieved a folded up square,
replying, "Got my map."

"What about your metrocard?"

"I think I've got the hang of it, thanks."

So all remaining was for the two to embrace, seeing
Alex off into the myriad of the big city.

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Not one to wait til the last minute, even though he
had the whole summer ahead of him, Kyle did the shower
and shave thing, dressing in a pair of Nike shorts,
matching tank top and barefooted down the stairs. As
with a zillion times before, he complained about the
circular staircase, the wrought iron cold and
uncomfortable on the soles of his feet. `Someday I'm
going to toss that thing,' he said softly, talking to
himself, as he balanced on one foot, looking at the
design of one of the steps, imprinted on the bottom of
his foot.

"Who are you talking to?"

"Oh shit!" Kyle called out, tumbling from his perch,
falling on his ass.

"You're not hurt are you? I didn't mean to sneak up on
you  like that, Kyle," Raj Radhakrishnan replied, with
a tone of apology.

"No problem. Forget it," Kyle replied, a hand reaching
up from the floor, Raj helping the teen up.

Yawning, Raj put his hands behind his head, showing
off his dark, hairy pits. "I slept good. I smelled the
coffee and thought there might also be some eggs or
something I could grab a bite of?"

Before leading Raj into the kitchen, he gave the
mideastern teen a quick synopsis of the situation.
Smiling, Kyle led Raj to the kitchen, with the words,
"But act surprised, if Scott tells you anything?"

"Where'd Carlos go?" Kyle inquires of Scott.

"His dad called, says he's sick . So, Carlos needs to
open up the store," Scott replied, clearing the table
and putting dishes in the sink, stealing some glances
to the cocoa-skinned, half-bare guy thought to be
around his age.

Thinking he's out of a meal, Raj asks, "What time is
lunch?"

"Um, where's your manners Raj?" Kyle asks, nodding
towards Scott.

"Oh yeah. I was just about to introduce myself!"

Kyle smiled when Scott offered a handshake, receiving
a warm hug from Raj!

Smiling, overriding the introductions, Kyle informs
Raj, "Um, it's only eight-thirty in the morning. I
think we're still in the morning portion of the day?"

Scott right away offers, "I've fired up another pot of
coffee. It should be done perking right about now."

"Perking?" Kyle asks, staring at the metal pot on the
stove, coffee pulsing into the little glass part,
disappearing, repeating over and over. "Where did you
find this antique?"

"It was in one of the cabinets under the kitchen
island. I don't know where you got them, but there are
a lot of old, useful gadgets under there you can't
find in the store anymore," Scott tells him.

"Sure smells good," Raj voiced a hint.

Smiling his killer smile, Scott says, "I think it's
finished."

Not only did Scott prepare a cup of java for Raj, but
also set a cup on the countertop, filling it for Kyle,
then serving it up to the two.

First they both sniff at the steaming mist, then sip.

"Wow!" Raj said, of the strong, tangy flavor.

Kyle pretty much said the same, adding, "Hot!" After
the two downed another two sips, Kyle questions, "What
about yourself, Scott?"

"Me? I... I was thinking of giving it up," he replied,
cheerfully.

>From the start, Kyle knew he was being conned. "Well,
until you do, get yourself a cup and dump some coffee
into it!"

Standing right there, he watched as Scott filled his
cup halfway. "You know you're pathetic?" Kyle said,
more in a joking manner, walking over to the stove,
picking up the pot and filling Scott's mug to a
quarter inch of the brim.

Then the truth came out, as Scott said, "I feel funny
eating and drinking food I can't pay for."

Knowing this a good time to butt out, Raj informs
them, "I need to get ready," though he didn't specify
details.

"Y'know Scott, when I invited you to stay, giving you
a roof over your head, a bed to sleep in, my
generosity didn't stop there," Kyle told him.

"I figured, but...."

"Look at you. You're as skinny as a rail." Then,
continuing the interrogation, "What did you have to
eat today?"

Not lying, Scott confesses, "I checked the eggs for
seasoning."

Kyle asks, "What a forkful?"

With an indirect answer, Scott tells, "Carlos couldn't
finish his eggs, so I finished them for him."

"So, he had one forkful of eggs left on his plate and
you ate it?"

"Actually, there was two, but I had some toast with
it."

Rolling up his eyes into his head, shaking it back and
forth, Kyle addresses the eighteen year old, "Was it
bigger than a crumb?"

"Enough to have something to chew."

"Come here," Kyle more commanded, calling Scott over
to him, "park your ass here."

Scott sat on the warmed up stool.

"You'll faint dead away in this heat, when we go
shopping."

"Shopping?" Scott asks. "You mean you and me?"

"You and I," Kyle replies, not meant to criticise,
more to draw a point to Scott's question.

"I noticed the size of the bag you brought in," Kyle
inquires picturing the brown paper bag Scott carried
under his arm at registration.

"I don't own a suitcase," Scott replies, seemingly
embarrassed to mention it, same time evading the
quizzing.

"If I'm not being too nosy, what was in it?"

Instead of naming every article, Scott makes excuses
for why he didn't have more than three days worth of
clothing. "It's no big deal to wash my briefs and
socks out everyday. In two days time they are dried. I
can wear pants and a shirt for a longer period of
time, as long as I shower."

Kyle pictured in his mind, as Scott filled him in on
his limited wardrobe, remembering the pants and shirt
Scott arrived in as being the same ones he wore to the
bar last night. The idea came to him, "Well, if you
intend on getting `any' kind of job, you will need to
have a fresh pair of clothing everyday."

Still with dollar signs on his mind, Scott rendered,
"That sounds all right and proper, but remember I'm
the one who can't even shell out money for tuition?
Besides, I'm going to be working in a foodmarket, not
the Waldorf!"

"You're not working at Guerra's market."

"Sure I am. Carlos even said it would be no problem
finding me a job there," Scott replies, more upbeat on
the subject of finding something to turn over some
assets instantly.

"Right," Kyle replies, thinking up a new angle towards
finding a more prestigious form of employment whereas
he could earn more dollars and put his talents out
there in the limelight. "I've got it. Get dressed."

Smiling, Scott replies, "Um, I `am' dressed."

Viewing the ensemble of jeans, long sleeve blue shirt
and dirty sneakers, Kyle strongly suggests, "Uh, why
don't we take a look at what's in my closet. I'm sure
we can find something that fits you?"

Kyle got it in both ears, Scott's protests, totally
ignoring every word!

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