Date: Sun, 31 May 2009 12:31:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: FoR SaLE By OwNEr  77

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.

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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  77
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

Alex dropped his leaning on Dante's shoulder as Kyle butted his stomach up
to his back.

"Oh, Good morning sleepyhead," Alex replies, turning his head first to give
Kyle a pec on the cheek. Then, noticing something else he turns his whole
bod. "Um, sweetheart," he smiled, "Aren't you feeling a little
cold.... Down there?"

All Kyle could say is, "I'm only here to deliver a message."

"Oh? And what would that be?" Alex was a little disappointed it wasn't for
a more important reason.

"Michael wants his boxers back!"

Sneaking a peek, Dante had already stolen a glance, seen what Kyle was
packing, even though it was at half mast.

As Alex placed his thumbs in the elastic of Michael's boxer shorts he knew
there was more of an audience than his sweetheart! He was even more sure
when Dante stopped working on the third omelet he was `supposed' to
carefully be paying attention to.

"Can you like hurry it up, Alex?"

"Geesh! It's a pair of boxers - not a taxi cab!"

And after he stripped them, Kyle grabbed them out of Alex's hand and
left. Turning back to Dante, he asks, "Like the show?"

Still with hope, Dante asks, "Hey, you and Kyle into three-ways?"

Alex didn't answer, not that Dante would need a response after Alex's short
devotional speech, but something... someone else broke into their
conversation.

"Hey lads, whatcha got there?"

With his left palm on Alex's shoulder, right hand on Dante's right
shoulder, Vince looked past them at the stove like looking out a window.

Having a wicked mood come over him, Alex reached up and gave Vince a
niptug!

"Owch-Oach-Ooch!" Vince reacted. "What was that for?"

"Well Vince, actually I kind of think you're knee didn't just `happen' to
nudge up against my crotch?"

"Oh, was it?" Vince asked angelically, still looking at his left, red
nip. "Now can you even think of such a thing Alex. Why I'm practically a
married man!"

"What was that Vince?" Came the question, thrown from across the kitchen
floor.

As was Vince, Jorgen was dressed in only his briefs. He stood at the
doorway, leaning like it would fall down if he wasn't there for support,
his arms folded across his middle.

"Um, nothing," Vince replies.

But Dante, like Alex was in a mood of trickery and informs Jorgen, "What
Vince more or less said was..."

"Shut yer trap!" Vince orders Dante, putting his hand over his mouth.

Forcing it away, Dante blurts out, "Vince is going to pop a question to
you!"

Alex translates Dante's rusty English, "What Dante means is Vince is ready
to tie the knot!"

"They're joking Jorgen. Really." And then meant for Alex's and Dante's
ears, "Aren't you boys?"

But Dante takes the upper hand, sashaying over to Jorgen in a flirting
manner, "I don't see what the problem would be having such a handsome man
around all the time."

And when Dante began massaging Jorgen's torso, a hand going up his back,
even when facing him, Vince gets serious, "Hey! Ya wanna cut that out?"

Playing along, Jorgen says, "At least somebody appreciates me!"

Purposefully, Vince strolls over, walks between the two, cutting off all
touching, his bod acting like a pair of scissors. "C'mon you," he refers to
Jorgen, "we've got something to talk about."

And when they leave, Alex says, "I guess we forced the issue for Vince,
huh?"

"You think they are serious?" Dante meant progressively speaking, moving
from mere acquaintances, to boyfriends, to partners.

At the same time Dante showed disappointment, Alex tying the strings of an
apron behind his back. "Seems like it to me!"

Next couple, Scotty and Michael make an appearance. Scotty brushes right
past Alex and to the stove. "Mmmm, smells good Alex. I had no idea you
could do more than boil water! Wow! And you even have the omelet perfectly
formed. Any chef would be jealous of you Alex!"

Instead of jealousy, Dante lauds, "Yeah, didn't Alex do a terrific job?"

Unlike the last two visitors, Scotty and Michael were fully dressed.

Alex finally confesses, "It wasn't me who made the omelets. Dante whipped
them up and I happened to descend upon the kitchen when the alluring aroma
reached the bedroom." And not to forget, "And oh, thanks for the loan on
the shorts, Michael."

While Scotty and Dante talked cooking, Michael cornered Alex for some
conversation.

"Oh, I forgot you don't like milk in your coffee," Alex told him, setting a
mug of java in front of him.

"I won't die if I drink one milky cup," Michael tells him.

"That's good. I would not want to have to rescue you again..." then
thinking it could have come across differently, Alex amends his statement,
"not that I wouldn't?"

Even though Alex sported a hefty smile, Michael says, "I don't know if I
really ever really, seriously, thanked you for helping me Alex." And after
a sip, "I mean, who woulda ever thought I'd have a boyfriend, a roof over
my head... a `golden' roof and real friends who care about me."

"Well if you keep going on you're going to have me crying like a baby, but
you're welcome!"

"Oh, are you in big trouble now Alex Nouguet!" Caught at the right, or
wrong moment, depending on how it was looked upon, Kyle walks over, picks
up Alex's coffee and takes a swig. "Thanks for pouring me a coffee!"

"Whew!" Michael says to Kyle as he sits, "you had me going there for a
minute."

As Alex is pouring a fresh one, he replies, "There's one thing you got to
learn about Kyle, some of the time he's serious and some of the time he's
not, but most of the time he's not!"

Kyle replies, "And don't expect Alex's rhetoric to go down in history as a
most remembered phrase."

"And what's wrong with being creative?" Alex complains - nicely - to his
loverboy.

Putting it bluntly, Kyle tells him, "Do yourself a favor Alex and stick to
the briefs?"

Then Michael gets in the act, "Say Alex, I've heard a lot of talk of the
briefs you design. When are you going to make me a pair?"

"I thought you wear boxers?" Alex asks.

"I might changeover if I have something more `comfortable'. Y'know?"
Michael lays it on thick, "Something to stuff my big cock and balls into?"

"What big cock and balls?" Alex asks.

"Oh man are you cruel," Kyle accuses his lover.

"Yeah," Michael presses the joking, "Now you went and hurt my feelings!"

"Get over it!" Scotty says, him and Dante eavesdropping on their
conversation.

"Why are these underwear so special?" Dante inquires. He missed the
connection between Michael's big cock and balls and the briefs.

Kyle describes, "You see," he stands up and like a good salesman, gives a
graphic description, "Alex has designed these `out'standing briefs where a
guy who has a big cock," and he explains why his isn't big right now, to
defer any cruel comments, "and balls, of which, ditto, I'm not sexually
aroused," he sits, "with an extra piece of material sewed in, creating a
small pocket of which to hold a man's endowment."

"Bravo!" Alex yells out, clapping.

Kyle stands and takes a bow.

"You could fill it now maybe?" Dante points to Kyle's crotch.

Kyle irons out the small anomaly in his briefs and sits, without comment.

With quick thinking, Alex says, "See what the extra little pocket can do
for you too?"

Dante, twenty-two, has seen enough action in teen years to report, "Believe
me. I don't need a little pocket to outline my big endowment!"

But leave it to Michael, not afraid to be outspoken, "That's not the point
Dante." And this is something Alex nor Kyle has thought of, "It's not only
what's seen on the inside that counts. The cock pocket has a way of
bringing out the `gay' in a guy."

By the look on all their faces, Michael knew they weren't getting it, so
elaborated, "Okay, suppose you're walking down the Main St. and wearing one
of Alex's cock pockets. And suppose you see a guy way up the street who
looks like a fuckin' hottie. And suppose when you get closer, you're
looking straight ahead, but out of the corner of your eye when you're
passing right by the hunk, you catch his eyes roaming. And after you're
past him you realize," and Michael dramatizes this, "Holy cow! That guy was
checking out my crotch! See?"

"I don't see," Dante replies.

"Does anybody get it?" Michael polls the group.

"Sure. I get it," Alex responds. Backing up to the beginning of the
sidewalk, he erotically explains, walking over to the stove, "Here I am
walking down forty-second street," he walks, motioning movement with his
arms, like a jogger, "and suddenly I see this blond hunk a coupla blocks up
the road." He stops, putting his flat hand up to his forehead like a lid of
a cap.

"I hope it's me," Kyle suggests.

"Yeah it's you," Alex replies. "Anyway," he's walking again, "because Kyle
is so hot looking my cock starts to tingle, my balls start pulsing," he
stops and looks at his crotch, "and right away, in the middle of
forty-second street I feel like I have to adjust my jewels." He adjusts his
jewels, for real!

Kyle interrupts, "Trust me guys.. Alex's balls are as big as the Hope
diamond!"

Alex says sarcastically, "Thank you for sharing that with us, Kyle dear."

But Dante who is already feeling what Alex is feeling on forty-second
street, probes, "You are on forty-second street and?"

"Oh right..." then Alex cautions, "No more interruptions! Where was I?"

Michael retells, "You're cock is tingling and your balls are pulsing!"

"Oh right... so my cock is tingling and my balls are pulsing," he sets his
feet and arms in motion, "and with an ordinary pair of briefs, I walk past
the dude and he doesn't check me out."

"You're supposed to tell about how your briefs are making your crotch look
`full', Alex!" Michael scolds him.

"I was. Am. I was making a comparison here Michael, if you just hold your
horses!"

Scotty, who is not too much outgoing with a way with words, barks, "You had
us `all' in suspense Alex!"

"Sorry. Give me another chance. " Then, running back across the room, he
fast forwards his skit, "I'm a jogger. And I'm jogging down forty-second
street." The feet and arms start moving aggressively. "I look down the
street and see this hot-blond-dude-named-Kyle combing his hair. As I get
closer, I see he is one hot dude, so right away my cock starts crowing and
my balls start boiling..."

Alex has to stop and giggle himself, as the others already are... "Then
when I pass `the-blond-dude-named-Kyle' , because I'm wearing my `Nouguet
Cock Pocket Briefs', my crotch is bulging, showing off all the glory of
being aroused `and' because of it, `the-blond-dude-named-Kyle' picks up
`the scent' and starts stalking me. The end!"

"Ohhhhh," Dante whines. "I want to hear what happens when
`the-blond-dude-named-Kyle' catches up to you!"

"Imagine!" Alex left him hanging.

Before Dante could even set his imagination on fire, he says, "Oh! I
forgot! I've got some business to attend to today!"

"See ya Dante," Alex replies.

Kyle adds the mutual farewell, "Yeah, see ya Dante!"

Passing by Michael and Scotty, Dante chanced, "Hey you guys happen to be
into three-ways?"

Michael, maybe open for it asks Scotty, "Are we?"

Scotty takes charge, "Sorry Dante."  But he wasn't done with his negatives,
busting on Michael for even thinking of such a thing!

"Did I hear right?" Vince asks as he and Jorgen reappear. "Somebody ask
about a threeway?"

"I did. Why?" Dante showed interest, making a u-turn and standing with
Vince inside the kitchen, Jorgen wanting entry.

But when Vince glanced to Jorgen, he saw what was constituted as
negativity, the `Hans' look on his face. "Um, scratch that," Vince replied.

None of them knew what to think next as Dante skips over the couple and
asks, "Anybody see Ellis?"

Alex thought either Dante was seeking transportation or maybe he was going
to rope Ellis into some morning delights!

"So what's everybody up to today?" Vince asks the others as he pours coffee
for him and Jorgen, one hand holding the two mug handles.

Right away Kyle speaks up, "Well I've got to make a trip back to the
townhouse. I forgot to take something."

"Cool!" Alex replies. "Then we can maybe shop for some material."

Kyle looks to Scotty, who quickly butts in, "We can go with you Alex!"

Michael holds his interest, "Right. When you make us our briefs it would be
cool if we can pick out the material. It would only be right, huh Alex?"

"Yeah," Scotty continues, "Would be no good wearing some pattern we don't
like, don't you think?"

Alex knew he was being scammed, but figured for whatever reason it was in
his best interests, so played stoopid and went along with them. "Um,
sure. Would be `ter-r-r-r-rible' if I made you guys something pink and
orange and it clashed with the color tones of your skin!"

It's an angle neither Scotty, nor Michael thought of, but both agreed it to
be the reason!

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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
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