Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2007 12:14:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Sale By Owner 09

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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" 09
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"I'm feeling mighty horny. How about a blow job?"

"Oh? Is this part of the prerequisites for
employment?"

"If you don't want to give me one, I can get one of
the other guys."

"You drive a `hard' bargain, Knapp."

"C'mon."

Same way Kyle led Alex, Devon follows Knapp down the
stairs, to his room.

"Here we are... home, sweet, home!"

Not wasting any time, Knapp strips off his tank top
and swimsuit.

"C'mon, strip down," Knapp says.

While Devon works his swimsuit off, Knapp lights some
candles around the room.

"Kind of wasteful for a sunny, summer afternoon, isn't
it?"

"Adds a nice atmosphere."

After he lights a three-stick candelabra, on a table
next to the bed, he falls on the bed. Placing his
hands behind his head, flashing his hairy pits, he
spreads his legs.

"C'mon. I'm really aching to unload down your throat,
Devon."

Devon stands there at the foot of the bed. He thinks
to himself he'd love to have, what looks to be about a
9c, in his mouth, he's hesitant. In the meantime,
Knapp takes one hand and starts stroking.

"What's the matter? C'mon. I bet you've sucked dozens
of cocks!"

With a little smile on his face, Devon scratches his
head, as if stalling for time.

"Look, I... I've.... never."

"Never what?"

"Never sucked a cock, okay? So, if you're looking for
a fantastic cock-sucker, I'm not your man."

With enough said, Devon turns around, picks up his
swimsuit from the chair and steps into it with one
leg. Suddenly he feels a hand on his arm, breathing on
the side of his neck.

Ever so softly it's spoken, "No. Please don't go."

"Whaaa?" Devon responds, turning his head.

"I.... I can't confess to never having a blowjob given
to me, but I've never fucked a guy. It's like I've
been saving it for that special guy."

Standing there in place, his swimsuit at halfmast up
his legs, he waits, uncertain of what to do or say.

"C'mon. Come to bed... see where it leads?"

"I don't know."

Knapp doesn't push it, letting Devon make up his own
decision. Dropping his arm, he turns and walks back to
the bed. This time he lays there, the sheet covering
him up halfway. Devon lets his swimsuit drop. He comes
over to the side of the bed, picking up the sheet. He
sits on the bed, then swings his legs over.

"Have you ever kissed a guy?"

"That I've done!"

Devon rolls over on his right side, Knapp on his left
side. There lips are inches apart, as they stare into
each other's eyes.

After a brief silence, Knapp softly says, "I want you
to be `the one'."

His comment prompts Devon to inch forwards and kiss
Knapp. He slips his arm over Knapp's side, caressing
him.

"Like I said, I haven't been with a guy yet."

"Don't worry. I'm a good instructor."

Smiling, Devon knelt on the bed, while Knapp
readjusted himself, back in the same position as
before.

"Comfortable?"

"Uh-huh," Knapp replied.

Knapp could tell Devon was nervous, but at the same
time his hard cock told him Devon was anxious, too.

"Start by licking my balls, Devon."

Devon picks up Knapp's 9.5c and bends over to lick his
humongous balls.

"Nice. You learn quick. Now, while you've got my stick
in your hand..."

"Stick?"

"My cock?"

"Oh yeah. I knew that."

"Start by licking the head."

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out the
sequence of making a top happy. After Devon swirls his
tongue around Knapp's cock-head, he placed his mouth
over the whole head.

"Ooooooh hell yeah!"

Soon Knapp's hand is on Devon's head, making sure he
doesn't remove his tool. He must be doing a good job!

"Yeah... suck it... take it down."

A small cough turns into several big ones.

"Oops. I guess I rushed you."

"It can only go so far," Devon let on.

"For now."

"For now? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, some guys are able to take a cock of my calibur
down their throat. For now we'll have to work on it."

"Right now?"

"Oh no. For now just suck it. Get it nice and frothy."

"Are you going to fuck me?"

"The question is not totally my say. What do you
want?"

"Like you were saying before. The little test you gave
me. I want to make sure you're the only man for me, in
my life."

"You're young, what eighteen?"

"Right. So?"

"I'm twenty. Did you know that?"

"Your brother informed me."

"Do you think you could be happy with an older guy?"

Knapp hadn't mentioned, also a guy who can give out
the orders, but it's a part of Knapp's personality
Devon has come to like.

"I do."

They both laughed at Devon's little marriage joke.

"Well, let's give it this weekend. Get to know each
other. Then decide."

"So, you're not going to fuck me?"

"Like I said. Wait til the weekend's out."

"We're going home on Tuesday."

"Then Tuesday. We'll make it a bond of faith."

"Cool!"

Devon liked the idea on the bond of faith, but wasn't
sure of having Knapp's 9.5c shoved up his ass!
Suddenly a knock came at the door.

"Quick! Lay down next to me."

Devon dove for the second pillow. Knapp pulled the
sheet up over them both, sliding his arm behind
Devon's neck, Devon following his lead.

"Oh, sorry to interrupt anything."

It was Alex and Kyle, whom looked at each other,
smiling.

"So, what's up?"

"We though we would go get some Chinese food.
Interested?"

"Not right now, thanks," Devon made the decision.

"Yeah, we're not hungry," Knapp added.

"No problem. Do you want us to bring you anything
back?"

Devon let Knapp take this one.

"Nah. We'll find our own food later."

"Ciao!"

"What do you think?"

"About what?" Kyle asks.

"You know. Do you think they did anything?"

"I doubt it. Like I said for myself, I really want to
know a guy well before we get into any serious stuff."

"I respect you for that. Like I said, I feel the
same."

"Let me grab the keys to my car."

"You have a GT-500, too?"

"Oh no. I'm not that geeky!"

Alex laughed, saying, "What would Knapp say if he
heard you say that?"

"Nothing."

"This your's?" Alex says, looking at the rusty brown
jeep.

"This is it. Hop in."

They peel out of Eden's parking lot and head up Asbury
Ave.

"I really wish you would reconsider and take a
position at Eden this summer, Alex."

"I'm not sure."

"But you're thinking about it."

"I have to talk with my mom."

"It could be fun, plus Eden pays a fair wage."

"I've never waited on tables before."

"It's not so tough. Just don't get your orders mixed
up, but I'll keep an eye on you while you're
training."

"What about poolboy?"

"Have you ever taken a course in CPR?"

"Nope."

"That's okay. Eden will have you train with the local
ambulance corp."

"If I have to go giving CPR on him, I hope he's cute!"

"Hee hee... they all are!"

They park and hop out of the jeep, but find out
there's a long line to get into the Chinese
restaurant.

"How about burgers?"

"Anything," Alex replies.

"Cool!"

Getting back in the jeep, they head out of the parking
lot, make a left and two rights, pulling into a place
called `The Grill'.

"Original title. Do they grill everything?"

"I'll forget you asked that, Alex! C'mon."

Alex says softly to Kyle, "Looks like Eden's not the
only place with hot waiters!"

When the waiter comes over to take them to their seat,
he asks, "Dos, Kyle?" holding up two fingers, as if
the peace sign.

"You know each other?"

"Si," wiping his hand on his apron, he says, "I'm
Jose."

Shaking hands with Alex, Kyle gives the introductions,
"Jose, meet Alex, um..."

"Nouguet," Alex informs him.

"Nice to meet you. I save you the best table."

"But how did you know we were coming here?" Alex asks.

Kyle says, "That's a line Jose gives everybody."

"Now you give away all my secrets," Jose replies.

Ushering them to a round table, in front of a large
window, looking out over the ocean, he leaves them two
menus.

"I'll be right back with your water."

"Thanks," Kyle says. "So, you think Jose is cute, eh?"

"I didn't know you knew him. Cute, the way he talks."

"Alright. I'll let you out of that one. Also, Jose
moonlights at Eden as a go-go boy."

"Like Knapp does."

"Sort of. Tonight is Knapp's last night as a dancer.
Tomorrow he starts his job as assistant manager of the
club."

"But what about when he goes back to cooking school
after the summer?"

"He'll commute back here for weekends."

"Awesome. That means you can come back with him."

"Sometimes. I'll stay in the city most of the time.
Hang out."

"Where do you hang out?"

"Mostly restaurants. Can you imagine how many
different restaurants New York City has?"

"Thousands, most likely."

"At least, when you consider the five boroughs."

"Right. Um, what are they again?"

"You don't know?"

"I wasn't that good in geography."

"I remember them alphabetically; Brooklyn, Bronx,
Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island."

"Queens is the one I always forget."

"Once you start living in the city, you'll get used to
all of it. There's no city in the world like it."

"I suppose like Paris."

"Have you been to Paris?"

"Nope. I've never been anyplace except Lake Quinn and
now Asbury Park," Alex tells him. "Except New York
City, when I went to apply."

"To the Fashion Institute."

"Right."

"Your waters. Oh, sorry. Be right back," Jose said
hurriedly.

They watched, as Jose fled to the front door, to shoo
away two customers, entering without shirts.

"I'd let them in!" Kyle spoke right up.

"I second it," Alex seconded it!

After Jose passed them by, shaking his head, the two
went back to their conversation.

"So, tell me, what kind of a portfolio did you have?"

"Oh, so this is the strangest part. I don't think I
should have even gotten in."

"Why?"

"All these perspective students show up with these
fancy portfolios."

"And you?"

Alex laughed, then said, "I had a shoebox full of
briefs!"

"No kidding?"

"No. For real. I opened up the box and started passing
them out amoung this group of professional designers.
Hee heeee... one woman stands up and models one of the
G-strings!"

"You're kidding me?"

"Nope. One of the guys has the nerve to step behind a
partition. I hear him unzip and then he reappears
wearing his dress shirt, tie, jacket, dress socks and
shoes and the boxers!"

"That must've been so cool to see!"

"You're telling me and he was so hot looking."

"Oh."

"But not as hot looking as you!"

Alex couldn't believe himself. So comfortable being
with kyle, he leaned around the side of the table and
kissed him on the cheek.

"Wow! What did I do to deserve this?"

"Nothing. Just being you, I suppose."

"Okay... what'll you have?" Jose asks.

Kyle orders, "Two burgers, two fries, two beers."

"How would you like the burger?"

"Medium-rare," Alex replies.

"Dos," Jose says, writing it down on his little pad.

"You've been in here before, have you?"

"A few times. They make good burgers."

"Is Jose the only waiter?"

"No. Diane works weekdays."

"So, Jose works the weekends here, then weekdays at
Eden?"

"Oh no. Mark works nights on weekends."

"So, you know a lot of people."

"Some. So, finish telling me about your meeting with
the designers."

"Oh right. Well, first of all when I walked in, I knew
perspective students ahead of me had all these fancy
portfolios. So, I apologized for not having them
displayed on posterboard. You know what?"

"What?"

"A couple of them acted a little snobbish, until Afon
came out with the boxer briefs on."

"Afon?"

"Yeah, Afon Hasteras."

"The-e Afon Hasteras?"

"Have you heard of him?"

"He's a good friend of my father."

"No kidding?"

"Not. Wow. Small world."

"How does your father know him?"

"He's in advertising. His company represents Afon."

"Well, he showed no shame in ditching his pants and
modeling my boxers."

"Did he like them?"

"Let's just say, later when I took my samples out of
the box, they went missing!" Alex reported.

"No way. Afon stole them?"

"I don't care. A person of his status, he can have
them. By the way. How old do you think Afon is?"

"How old do you think?" Kyle asks.

"Mid to late twenties."

"I think he's around twenty-eight or nine."

"He's very good looking, too."

"When he was starting out, he did his own modeling,
then did modeling for others, working his way through
college."

"That's maybe what I was thinking."

"You know, Afon started with a dime in his pocket?"

"He's ahead of me. I've got a nickel!"

Kyle laughed at Alex. Generally, Kyle thought of Alex
as a really nice guy. Considerate, kind and other good
statutes he looked for in a guy.

"So finish telling me."

"Oh yeah," Alex continued with his meeting highlights,
"come to think of it, I don't remember seeing Afon
take the briefs off. He just sat down with them on. I
tell you one thing. Afon's got great legs."

"Doesn't he and you should see his bod!"

"You've seen him modeling? Live?"

"My father had an informal meeting out at our home.
Some financeers came to see Afon's fashions. I tell
you, there were more half-naked guys there, plus
Afon."

"Must've rivaled the Chippendales?"

"Take my word for it, the women executives were all
for it when the first model came out."

"Weren't there any women?"

"Why?" Kyle asked, thinking right away Alex could be
bi.

"For the male financeers?"

"Whew! Don't scare me like that, Alex!"

"Nooooooo... you thought I was bisexual?"

"Who's bisexual?" Jose asked, setting platters on the
table.

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