Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2009 21:01:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: FoR SaLE By OwNEr  84

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.

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

FoR SaLE By OwNEr  84
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"Alex?"

"Huh?" Alex tilted his head upright from his chin almost touching his
chest, his eyes blurred upon opening. "Kyle your're awake!" he jumped out
of his seat, almost tripping over his own crossed legs.

"Careful or it'll be you lying here instead of me!"

Alex could not believe what he was hearing or seeing. Only twenty-four
hours ago it looked as if Kyle were on his death bed. Now he was as cheery
and fresh as his old self! Yet as he approached the bed, he was reluctant
to touch, Dr. Azayzeh's warning ringing in his ear.

"Aren't you glad to see me awake?"

"Yeah, but the doc told me I should be careful of spreading germs."

"You don't have a cold, do you?" Kyle asks.

"No."

Pointing two fingers to his lips, Kyle says, "Then put it right here!"

And wouldn't you know it? As soon as Alex bent over the bed and bestowed a
kiss on Kyle's lips, in walks Dr. Azayzeh. "It was only a little peck. I
swear it, doc!" Alex made excuse.

"Only a little? Fine way to greet a lover who has had a close shave with
death!"

"But you said..." Alex protested.

Dr. Azayzeh just smiled. But it was too late for anything more, hospital
personnel swarming in, circling Kyle's bed. With the removal of some of the
monitoring equipment, it made Alex feel good. So, he didn't mind not
addressing Kyle with anymore affection, since it looked like things were in
the clear.

And as things were looking perky, in walks a familiar face.

"Um, like thanks for telling us Kyle was in the hospital Alex!"

Dropping his head back, with frustration Alex walks towards the door with
open arms, exclaiming, "I am so-o-o-o-o sorry Devon! You completely slipped
my mind ole buddy!"

"Don't worry `bout it. He'll get over it!" Dominic said from over the
hugged shoulder. Sideswiping the coupled friendship, he grills Kyle,
"You're not looking so bad for being worked over!"

"I'm doing alright. So if Alex didn't tell you, how did you get the word,
Dom?"

Alex and Devon, the former high school buds walk arm in arm, making the
gathering four, as Dominic relays, "Carlos Guerra who just happened to call
your former residence, found you moved..."

"Oops!" Kyle took the blame for not reaching everybody.

Alex adds, "It was kind of a sudden move."

"You're busted!" Devon gave a friendly swat to Alex's bottom.

Dom keeps right on, "Fortunately Carlos happened to know this fellow named,
`Elvis'?"

"Ellis," Kyle corrects him.

Snapping his fingers Dominic replays, "Ellis. That's it. How Carlos knows
him is immaterial, but anyway to get to the point, we found out about you
and your `dear' brother and here we are. So, how are you `really' doing?"

"Great as long as I can lay here for the rest of my life!"

"In your dreams buddy," Alex says. And then to Dr. Azayzeh, whom is
standing there taking it all in, "When can Kyle be up on his feet and out
of here doc?"

"That depends on Kyle."

Before Kyle can react, the door to his room is knocked upon. "Is it safe to
enter?"

Apparently it had been the first Asaf has seen Mohamed today, the `doctor'
and `patient' greeting each other, Azayzeh giving Asaf a sweet little kiss
on the forhead. "Feeling better today."

"Much. Look," Asaf looks down, "I'm standing on my own two feet."

"See this?" Dr. Azayzeh returns his attention to Kyle. "This will be you
very soon too."

Dominic and Devon had driven in to New York City, not only to visit with
Kyle, but informed Alex they were going to do some light shopping.

"We never did get you a birthday present Alex," Devon told him.

"It's not until..." Alex looks at the date on his watch, "tomorrow is it
already?"

Kyle says, "Yeah, the birthday party that fizzled out!" Then he went on to
apologize, "Sorry Alex, but with the moving and everything else happening I
never finished the plans and..."

"Shhhhhhh," Alex said, placing a finger to Kyle's lips. "The most important
thing is you get better. You know it's getting kind of lonely at home in
bed?"

Kyle smiled, saying, "You miss me?"

"Silly question," Alex replies.

Dominic gives idea, "If it gets too tough for you Alex, I'll loan you my
surrogate bottom!"

"Without my permission?" Devon answers.

The high school buds just smiled at each other, like they were trying to
hide something.

"It's nice to see you and all Kyle, but we better get going and I'm sure
you and Alex want to visit with each other," Dominic broke off the fixation
the two teens had on each other.

Bidding their farewell, Kyle poses the most immediate question, "So, what
was that look all about you and Devon gave each other, Alex?"

"Oh it was nothing. Just high school under-the-bleechers stuff, so how you
feeling?" Alex tried brushing it off.

"Fine. So what happened with you and Devon under the bleechers?"

"I should have never brought it up."

"Well you did stoopid, so fess up!"

Alex laughed at Kyle's moxie before saying, "Okay. It was no biggie
deal. Really. We were at an away swimming mete, the bus dropped us off and
we headed in the locker room to change. We're all out by the pool and
whatever reason the opposing team's coach comes out and says there's a
misunderstanding. Our coach was livid to learn at the last minute there was
a discrepancy in a field trip and he couldn't keep the swim team from not
going on the trip because it was costing them big bucks to arrange the
trip."

"So they had to forfeit right?"

"Well sure, but still coach was pissed. Anyway to make a long story
short..."

"If it's a good story, make it long!" A bright smile filled Kyle's face.

"I don't know," Alex replied on the sly, his hand moving from the guard
rail on the bed, sneaking down onto the blanket over Kyle's thigh, sliding
down the white hill and into the crevice between his two legs. "This didn't
get damaged did it?"

Kyle moaned when Alex touched his covered loins, "Oooooh... nope!"

"I guess not!"

"But not too much because if I shoot my load I'm sure I'm going to get
emotional and..."

"You always do!" Alex withdraws his hand, but carries on with his story
about Devon and him at the swim mete, "Unfortunately we had to wait around
for the bus to make a return trip to the school, so while we were there
coach had us practice with their facilities." He giggles and tells, "The
other swim coach commented to our coach, his team better kick their
practicing up a notch, telling coach we would have beat his team hands
down!"

"Really? You guys were that good?"

"Either that or he was looking for a blow job!"

"Really?" Kyle said excitedly again, this time moving. A grave mistake.

"Oh poor baby," Alex said. "Is there anything I can do?" he pampered his
lover.

"Yeah, but unfortunately if I turn over it'll hurt twice as bad!"

"At least you haven't lost your sense of humor." Alex moved Kyle's blond
locks of hair from his face, sort of fixing it with his hand. He then bent
over and kissed him.

As soon as he popped up Kyle asks, "So what about you and Devon?"

After awhile the guys got tired of swimming so hung around on towels at
poolside. Slowly, one by one they left for the locker room. All this time
Devon and I had been talking boyfriends. I think I told you we really
didn't date anybody in high school. I mean Devon and I weren't what you
would call `lovers', but good friends, which good friends have a tendency
to do things talked about?"

"So you took Devon behind the bleechers and fucked him?"

Alex just stood there and smiled, shaking his head.

"What?" Kyle asks.

"Didn't I tell you when I met you I hadn't fucked any guy before?"

"Um... yeah." Kyle lay there, Alex looking down at him. He could tell Alex
was thinking, because he took on the pose he always does, standing straight
and tall, arms folded around the middle of his bod. After a brief silence
he asks, "You mad at me?"

"You know you're very lucky you are lying in that bed with a bum rib?"

"I am? How come?"

"Because if you weren't I'd take you over my knee and give you a good
spanking!"

"Hmm," Kyle made a face, wondering how it would feel. "Might be
interesting!"

Seriously, Alex says, "Maybe I'll go right now down to the hospital gift
shop and buy a paddle!"

They laughed and got all goofy on each other. Sometimes Kyle's laughter
hurt, but each time he got a nice cuddle and kiss from Alex so it was worth
it!

%

Waking up, Michael stretched, one arm going towards the ceiling, the other
out to his side. "What tha?" he said of Chad's foot nestled in amongst his
crotch, his foot actually inside the little slit in the fabric of his
briefs. With haste he shook Scotty's should like an 7.8
earthquake. "Scotty! Wake up!"

"Whaaa... what?" he sits up straight, rubbing both eyes.

"Look!"

Scotty follow the toe-in-pouch, leaning in front of Michael, to the other
end of the sofa. "Does it feel good?"

"It's not moving," Michael replies as he shrugs his shoulders.

"We should wake him," Scotty suggests.

Michael responds, "No-o-o-o-o! It'll embarrass him!"

"Well here," Scotty says, getting up, "slide your butt over here and let
his foot fall out naturally."

They tried it, watching Chad like trying to not awaken a dragon. But his
foot tugged on the briefs and stretched it out, making it look like
Michael's early morning woody.

"Any other brilliant ideas?" Michael asks.

"Sure. Slip out of the briefs!"

It was a chore to do so, Scotty helping Michael slowly stand on the sofa
without rocking it too much, but it was feasible and when he stood there
with his cock and balls to the wind, the briefs lay on the sofa, fitting
Chad's foot like a sock.

"I can't believe we did it!"

"Got one question." Scotty says.

"What's that?"

"Isn't Chad going to be embarrassed anyway when he wakes up and finds the
briefs on his foot?"

"Who cares?" Michael replies. "Nobody'll be here to see it!"

And when Chad started to stir, Michael hops over the top of the sofa and
the two dash away!

%

Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee

This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior
consent from the author.

The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness!
TCMcP.....