Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 12:44:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Sale By Owner 08

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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Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction.
In real life, use protection.

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"For Sale By Owner" 08
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Want some lotion?"

"Sure," Alex replied.

"Here. Lie down on the towel."

>From Eden, the two had brought two large, two person
towels. After stretching them out, anchoring a corner
of one with a styrofoam ice chest, another corner with
their thongs, Alex lay down on his stomach.

"No, turn so your head is over here."

"I figured we could look at the water."

"We still can."

"Oooooh-kay!" Alex followed Kyle's direction.

He figured the only comfortable way of viewing the
ocean would be to lay on his side, but he did it
anyway.

"Oooooooooh that feels so, so good."

"The lotion or my hand?"

"Both."

Alex was loving it, as Kyle used one hand to spread
out the lotion, then two hands almost in a massage
action.

"Oh yeah... I could get used to this."

"I was hoping so."

Alex did a half push up and turned to Kyle. He could
see Alex squinting.

"Oh here... Here's a pair of shades for you."

"Thanks."

The two sat there, Kyle on his knees, pausing, looking
at each other.

"Where's your sunglasses, Kyle?"

"Oh, I'm going to run back and get another pair."

"Cool. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Let me finish creaming you up."

Alex smiled and flopped back down on his front. All
Alex could do for the next ten minutes was moan from
the intense feelings. He was trying to do it, but his
cock rubbing against the blanket, made it swell in his
speedo. He was almost scared it would pop out.
Fortunately, it was a no-name... his own brand,
designed for expansion, so he knew it wouldn't pop
out, just look like it could!

"There. I'll run and get my other pair of shades, then
you can apply some lotion to me. Be right back."

He wondered how long it would take Kyle. How long
would he have to relax his loin muscles! The best plan
of action he felt was sitting up, Indian-styled. At
least his cock wasn't being ground into the beach! It
seemed to be working. He wondered what Kyle would
think of his 9.5c filling up his swim suit.

"Back!"

"Cool shades!"

"Thanks. Ready to do me?"

Alex put on a toothy smile.

Kyle kicked the sand a little, in jest.

"I don't mean `that' kind of `do me'!"

"I know what you mean."

"I know your knew what I mean," Kyle straightened
things out.

Kyle automatically dove into the position Alex was in.
Squirting a little of the cream down Kyle's back, Alex
used the same technique as he felt Kyle use.

"By the way, Alex?"

"What?"

"While I was inside, I asked Knapp if he had any jobs
for you and your friends?"

"Me? I can't work here."

"Why not?"

The oiling up stopped momentarily, as Kyle devoted his
undivided attention to Alex.

"Well, for one thing, I need to be at home for my
mom."

"What happens when you move to the city?"

"I haven't thought much on it, other than I have a
place already. Hey, where do you and Knapp stay, while
you're at cooking school?"

"We share an apartment on the upper east side."

"That costs big bucks."

Shrugging his shoulders, Kyle says, "Our dad pays for
it."

"Wow! And I'm staying with five other guys, sharing
the rent."

"It's like a suite. Like a suite here at the
Impresario."

"So, you and Knapp each have your privacy, huh?"

"Right."

"Well, I envy you. I'll have to share the jon with
five other guys I don't even know. Oh, except for
Devon."

"I don't think so."

"What do you mean?"

"When I went to talk with Knapp, he and Devon were
talking about the two of them shacking up together."

"Maybe here, at the Impresario, no?" Alex asks.

"No. I'm sure I heard Knapp mention the garden."

"Garden? What garden?"

"We have an 800 square foot garden."

"Wait now. Tell me about this apartment."

"Well, not much to tell. It's more like a condominium.
Let me see if I can remember everything."

"You haven't lived there long?"

"No. Our father is renting it for me, more than Knapp.
Knapp is there to keep tabs on me."

"Well, he doesn't seem to mind me."

"I know. He likes you... and Devon. I think he wants
you to move in with me."

"First tell me about it. Does the toilet flush?"

Kyle laughed, turning back down to the spread out
towel. Alex went to work on spreading the lotion.

"I'm not good at remembering all these things, but
it's got two bedrooms, with separate baths, a kitchen,
a large livingroom, separate washers and dryers..."

"Separate?"

"Right. We'll have our washer and dryer and they'll
have theirs."

"Wait! I didn't say I'll move in yet, even though it
sounds awesome!"

"And the livingroom has a six foot grand piano."

"I don't play piano. Do you?"

"Nope, but it comes with the place!"

After a round of laughter, Alex asks, "Your dad must
be paying a bundle in rent."

"I guess."

"I don't think I could afford it, whatever it is."

"I think it's $3,750 a month."

"Forget it."

"But I'm not asking you to pay a dime, Alex."

"That would be wrong. I can't live off of you."

"You wouldn't be living off of me."

"Or your dad."

Kyle didn't say anything, except a quiet, "Figures."

"What?" Alex said, lying down on the two-person towel.

But before they get into conversation, sand gets
kicked on them.

"Heeeeeey!"

It was Knapp and Devon!

"What are you two doing, soaking up all our sun?"
Knapp asks.

"Get your own Cokes," Kyle says to  Knapp.

He slams the top down, almost capturing Knapp's
fingers.

"Not very friendly. C'mon Devon, I'll show you
around."

"Wait a minute," Alex says, getting up. "Is it true
you're working here this summer, Devon?"

"Maybe."

"He's working here," Knapp fills him in.

Alex walks up to Knapp. He towers about three inches
over the twenty year old.

"Devon can answer for himself!"

"Ooooh. I guess Alex told you, big bro!"

"Shuddup," Knapp says to Kyle, joking.

"Devon, are you moving in with Knapp, while at school
this fall?"

"Well, I'm not sure. I've been offered."

Knapp just smiled, looking at Devon.

"You better hurry up and make up your mind. That'll
make it four guys and we'll have to get another guy to
go in with us."

"I will. I gotta go."

Devon rushes up the beach, where Knapp has already
tread.  Alex parks his ass back down on the towel.
Kyle sits up.

"I'm not making you do anything, Alex. I'm
suggesting."

"I know."

"Then, what's the matter?"

"It would be so easy to say `yes', Kyle, but I have
the others to think about."

"I know. Hey, let's enjoy the rest of the day, okay?"

Both lay with their backs to the sun. After about
fifteen minutes of baking in the sun, Kyle stirs.

"Alex, are you awake?"

"Yep. I never fell asleep."

"Want a Coke?"

"Sure, thanks."

"You're all wet... sweated up."

"You too."

"How about a nice cool shower?"

"Sounds good," Alex said.

Kyle outstretched his arm, an extension of his good
will. Alex took it.

"Do you work out?"

"Hardly ever. Mostly I swim, ride a bike."

"In the city?"

"Nah. Only around Asbury Park."

Standing, Alex brushed the last of the sand off. One
of the towels, he slung over his shoulder. By this
time, Kyle had collected the second towel and toted
the styrofoam ice chest.

"We didn't drink much, did we?"

"That's okay. Better we have more than less."

"I suppose that's what they teach you at cooking
school?"

"I haven't been there yet, but it's the way our mom
always planned parties."

"Do you remember much of your mom?"

"Some. She loved playing jokes on us."

"Oh?"

"Once she had a birthday cake made up, but it turned
out to be this big hamburger."

"Big? How big?"

"As big as the surface of one of the round tables by
the pool."

"Wow! That's big!" Alex pictured it.

"Everybody loved it. Some was well-done, some rare."

"Something for everyone."

"True. Then she had a big sheet cake brought out for
us."

"You mentioned `us'. Do you have a twin brother?"

"No. I guess I should've explained myself. You see,
Knapp and I are born on the same day, only two years
apart."

"That's weird. I never heard of that happening
before."

"No, it's not too common, but it happens."

"I guess it makes party planning easier."

"Except when you have one boy that wants Ninja Turtles
and the other Superman."

Alex looks down his bod.

"I guess I could've helped out, huh?"

"A little burned, I think."

But when Kyle ran his finger down Alex's sweaty, red
`S', it didn't hurt.

"Sorry."

"No. It didn't hurt."

"Are you sure."

"I'm sure."

As soon as they stepped through the glass doors of
Eden, the a/c hit them.

"Aaaaaahhhh!"

"Feels good, eh?"

"Very much so," Alex said.

He also giggled when Kyle set the ice chest down,
letting the towel slide from his shoulder.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"You were checking me out, weren't you?"

"Okay. So, like me I saw... this is stoopid!"

"Tell me."

Alex laughed, then confessed, "Like me, your nips are
hard... y'know? From the a/c?"

"I get it. And pardon me for being stoopid, but your
nips look good enough to taste!"

Not knowing what to say as a comeback, Alex just
laughed it off.

"In fact.. well, I hope I'm not being too forward,
but... never mind. Let's get a shower."

Kyle wadded the towels up, sticking them in a laundry
bin. He left the ice chest on the bar.

"Take care of this Phillippe."

"No problem, Mr. Dryfiss."

As they walk downstairs, Alex comments, "Such
respect!"

"It's on account of my bro. I've told Phillippe a
million times to call me Kyle, but he insists on the
formal, so I let it be."

"Do you feel like you're walking in the shadow of your
brother?"

"Sometimes, but not all the guys treat me like that.
Knapp can be forceful, but it's the professionalism of
the job. He can't be buddy-buddy all the time."

"I understand."

Down in the basement room, sure enough Kyle led the
way to one of the `window-ed' rooms.

"This isn't bad."

"And I've got a full-sized bed. Oh, not that I meant
anything by it."

"No, it's cool."

"The shower is in here. You want to go first?"

"Um. Sure."

In the jon, Alex stripped off his handmade swimsuit,
made similar to a speedo. His hand informed him that
his crotch had sand, as if someone dumped a pail of it
down his pants! He turned the shower on, to let it
warm up.

"Oh, sorry," Kyle states when he opens the door to
leave a fresh towel. "I heard the water running..."

It became obvious to Alex whom was checking who out!

"By the way, I hear guys say two in a shower feels
cool. If you're okay with it?"

"Sure," Kyle says.

Stuffing the towel in between the bar and wall, he
lowers his briefs. Then he blushes.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"But?"

"I know this is stoopid, but... well, I checked you
out..."

"I know and?"

"Well, I'm not way near big as you."

Peeling his swimsuit off, it could be seen how much
smaller Kyle was, compared to Alex's meat.

"Oh my!" Alex says.

"Too small for you?"

"No. I was going to say... look at all that sand!"

They both laugh their asses off.

Alex says, "With me, size doesn't matter."

Joking, Kyle says, "But with me, it might."

"How's that go?" Alex questions, perplexed.

"I'm the bottom guy!"

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