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FOR SALE BY OWNER ~ Life In The Fast Lane 03 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Well, here we are! All alone!"
"What'samatter Alex? Afraid to be alone with me?"
As the two rebounded from Jersey, back to the city, minus their traveling companions, they reflected on the comings and goings of their lives, `then and now'.
"I can't believe Chad and Tom hit it off so well," Alex replies.
"I know. Match making business can be a tricky thing," Kyle says, huddled in the corner of his lover's pit.
"So who is next on your list," Alex chuckles.
"Nobody I suppose. Michael, he's got Darryl and..." he then reflects on, "I wonder what's ever going to become of Scotty?"
"Yeah," Alex sighs. "I know what he did to Michael wasn't very nice."
"I know," Kyle says, "but somehow I still have this.... this... I don't know what for him-type of feelings?"
Alex explains as his hands move on Kyle's bod, meant to comfort, "Scotty was a part of our lives, Michael as well, during the happy times. It's unfortunate he made some decisions which, we probably don't accept, but seems to have molded his future."
"You know what?" "What?" Alex asks.
"I think Michael is really taken in by Darryl."
"I feel the same," Alex replies.
All this talk about the others has been moving them closer towards feelings about themselves, ones which have shone solidification of their own pairings off.
Alex, drawn more into the web, leans in for a sweet kiss.
"Ellis!" Kyle breaks off their smooch to exclaim.
"What about him?" Alex contests.
Sliding the partition from the front aside, Ellis questions, "Somebody want something?"
Kyle rectified, "No," Ellis sliding the smoky glass door back.
Alex asks, "So?"
"Ellis," and said proudly, "my next match-making project!"
Alex just rolled his eyes.
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All along Byron had been the conservative one, Micah more the unabashed suggestive type, so attached was an evil grin when he says, "You took the words right-outta-my-mouth!"
Their turned towards the window, when the limo pulled onto the properties of Point Bliss, a conglomeration of an eatery, a bunch of bungalows and marina.
Left unsaid, as if to solidify himself getting the hang of this gay lingo, Byron replies, "I think I should do something about filling that void!"
"Huh?" Micah turns from the window.
"Where I took the words right outta your mouth?" Byron replies, returning the previously flashed, evil grin!
Reading his boyfriend like a greeting card, Micah says, "Oh man you're catching on fast!"
"Am I moving too fast for you?"
"I suppose I'll have to wait till we get inside the cottage!"
Before it even being said, the seams of Byron's pants were feeling up the movement, result of dialog and looking upon the dark brown hair, blond highlights of his twenty year old boyfriend. As Micah look out the window, Byron thought about the last time he saw Micah in the raw. He smiled upon thinking what a `find', his mind's view of the nearly smooth bod, perfectly shaped pecs, lines what could eventually become a tautly defined six pack, the deep bellyhole and faint treasure trail. He smiled thinking of where that trail led to. It then occurred to him and he said it as a quiet snippet, "I wonder what..."
"What?" Micah questions as the limo halts, its occupants departing.
"Nothing," Byron says, allowing his thoughts to flit away.
Coming out of the Point Bliss main building, gateway to the complex, Chico steers Tag and Gregg towards the left side of the building, saying, "Door number 2", then turns towards Micah, "and which one of you horny boys gets key to door number 9?"
"What tha fuck," Ellio breaks in, stealing the `other' key Chico held in his hand, "just give it to either one. My motor's revved up and ready to plow your channel!"
None them had a clue, Chico trying to fight for the key back, instead of heading off towards cottage number 9.
Micah was saying something like wondering what Chico's problem.
Smiling, Byron says, "Oh he'll know what problem he has when he sees Ellio's `big one'!"
The two laughed, Micah agreeing, recalling when they were by the pool, Ellio's cock dripping wet and even in this state it was a hefty weapon of mass destruction. As they set out to find cottage number 1, Micah makes comparison, "I wonder what you would be like?"
It was hint and Byron knew it. Up until now the two have experienced a lot of kissing. Byron, laid back, has been the one to stretch out on the bed as his twenty year old lover's tongue pleasured him right on down to where his teen treasure trail was blooming.
Minutes ago, Byron had a thought, so figured this might be a good time to present it, "What would you say to maybe you and me sucking each other?"
Around the block more than once on the subject, Micah replies, "You mean I do you and you do me or we 6-9?"
"Um?"
Knowing Byron wasn't getting it, Micah explains, "6-9, you're lips on my cock and my lips on your cock, us both sucking at the same time?"
Drawing in his mind the comparison, the open-rounded parts of the 6 and 9, Byron says, "Oh yeah. I get it. Yeah, that would be cool."
What was even cooler, when they turned the key to cottage number 1 and walk in, both are wowed away.
"Like where's the bedroom?" Micah questions.
As Byron is about to close the door, a dude says, "Excuse me?" In his hands were a stack of white towels, which seemed to play up his black hair and lightly tanned, European skin. Too, as he pushed the door open, he also seemed quite nervous.
Byron says, "Oh well, I guess if there are no towels, we'll need some towels."
Probably Byron's tight-lipped, friendly smile and the way he presented his statement, was the beginning of Perry's loss of nervousness.
He had a good reason to be nervous, new to the gay scene. Of his nineteen years, whereas other guys were out experimenting, Perry was locked up in his straight world, guarding his secret like a hawk.
And seeing right through all this, Micah says, "If you're nervous because we're two gay dudes, you don't have to worry. We're not going to pounce on you or anything?"
Expecting to encounter an aggressive Latino and his Italian lover, as described to him, Perry says, "You're not at all what I expected."
Thinking pieces of the puzzle missing here, with thoughts of Chico fighting Ellio over the keys to the room, Byron says, "Did you talk with Chico at the main desk?" Assuming there was one, since Byron and rest were outside waiting.
"No." Perry, thinking it would be a good time for explanations, says, "My name is Pierre Duque. They call me Perry for short, since my uncle has the same name."
"Huh?" Micah says. Simultaneously he was checking Perry out, even though there wasn't much to see beyond the black tux, white shirt and black bow-tie, especially with the mound of white towels.
Too, as Byron followed the conversation, he was studying the outline of the short-cropped, black beard along Perry's chops. "Like, who's your uncle?"
Gone were most of his anxiety, being confronted by two guys his own age and not two older dudes, but he was still reluctant to converse about, "I'm really kind of embarrassed to say....."
"Nonsense," Micah replies. "Inquiring minds want to know!"
With excuse, possibility of making his exit, Perry says, "But I don't even know you," meaning the three have known each other for roughly six minutes.
"I'm Byron and this is my boyfriend, Micah. There. Now we know each other."
"Boyfriend?" Perry questions.
Micah's intuition surely had intent of calling this dude gay, but then again maybe he messed up over the fact he `wanted' it to be so, the dude being so fuckin' gorgeous! Then, tossing it all aside he figures the guy being straight and that's that. Reaching his arms around the pile of towels, he says, "I'll take those."
"Oops!" Perry says when Micah's hand, at the bod side of the pile of towels, accidentally slips his hand in between the buttons of Perry's shirt.
"Sorry about that," Micah says, pulling the towels away, his hand pulling the white shirt out of Perry's pants.
Wondering what to do, Micah standing there with the pile of towels, a shirt attached, Byron is trying to figure it out, Perry sighing an, "Oh man!"
Then Byron is watching as Perry tries to detangle his shirt from Micah's hand. Too, he is not impervious to Perry's pants beginning to tent. Being a teen, he's not beyond the scope of a little mischief. Not sure if Micah has picked up on it, Byron seems to think Perry might be gay, so goes on the 50-50 concept of either Perry giving in or punching his lights out. Reaching towards Perry's shirt, Byron begins to unbutton it, with explanation, "It might be easier if we do it this way?"
Micah's a little shocked, but good-shocked, backing off as he watches Byron unbuttoning Perry's shirt from the bottom, up. Too, he reconnects with his thoughts of originally thinking Perry gay, him saying it, "I knew it!"
His comment went unnoticed, Perry's chin down, watching Byron unbutton his shirt, nearing the bow-tie. In a shallow whisper, Perry says, "That feels so good." He looks up at Byron and the two smile at each other.
Already uncovering it, Byron replies, "I like your hair."
"Thanks. I got it cut this morning," Perry replies.
More adept at all this, Micah rolls his eyes, stashes the towels on the table, walks around behind Perry, saying, "He," meaning Byron, "didn't mean the hair on your head!"
"Huh?" Perry says as Micah walks behind his back.
Taking Perry's jacket, Micah scoops up his shirt with it, peeling it over the back of his shoulders, saying, "He meant your hot, hairy bod underneath!"
"Oh-h-h fuck! I've always wanted somebody to do that to me!"
Byron and Micah have renewed fervor over Perry's feelings. Too, they aren't sure how all this has come about, but right now is not the time for such matters.
One thing has come across the couples' mind, Micah asking over Perry's shoulder, "Um, do you think we should By?"
"Should what?" Perry asks.
"If you want to?" Byron asks Micah.
Perry questions, "Want to what?"
Micah replies, with a grin, "I want to... if you want to?"
"You mean doing something' with you guys?" Perry was questioning, but in reality wanted to' so much, he hoped the two would come to a mutual agreement. "But I thought you two were boyfriends?"
It put a temporary damper on things, till Byron asks, "We're not committed lovers yet, right?"
Micah reasons, "Which means if do something with another guy, it's okay to do so?"
Perry helps out, "But you're going to be doing it with the same guy, which means you don't have to explain it to each other, because you'll both be there?"
Micah, behind Perry's bare back, says, "I think I got what he said."
The two, facing Byron, seemed to put it in his ball park. Here he was, confronted by a nineteen and twenty year old and the two pair of eyes waiting for him to give the ultimate go ahead... or what he perceived as the other direction, dressing Perry and kicking him out. Deviating to the pleasure facing him, not necessarily the developing situation in Perry's pants, but the black hair against the medium brown skin and the close-cropped chops of his handsome face, Byron puts it, "Um, would you want to do some kissing, licking and stuff with us," leaving their three-way encounter to chance.
Perry says, "Um, my uncle says I would be meeting a dude named `Chico', but I suppose it doesn't matter as long as the guests are left satisfied?"
From there, to the bedroom, Micah and Byron drew out the explanation for the real reason Perry came to their cottage bearing towels, which were found unneeded, him being set up with Chico and Ellio. Made to feel at home, after the three stripped down and were in bed, Perry was positioned in the middle.
After a small explanation of not being able to afford to continue at college, being taken in by his uncle, doing what's asked of him, Perry says, "Uncle Pierre says it's part of earning my keep."
Micah says, "Did he say anything about doing this type of thing were you were hired?"
"Like I say, I don't have much choice. He's the only family I have left."
Byron was sure there was much left unsaid, a lot of unknowns, like Perry's business with them here, what was supposed to be Chico and Ellio, he dwelt on the here and now, putting his hand on Perry's chest, petting the black pelt which ran down the middle, "I like this."
"I like it too," Perry meant Byron's soft hand, looking to his face.
On the other hand, Micah gets up, "I don't know about you guys, but I like this!"
Perry pressed his shoulders into the bed as Micah engulfed his 6c!
Sitting up, Byron asks Perry, "You like sucking cock," upon seeing the nineteen year old's mouth open.
"I like it all," Perry replies, which gave Byron clearance to get up and then sit down on Perry's chest, knees at his hairy pits and stuffing his cock into Perry's warm mouth.
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"Nice place," Ellio remarks, walking in the cottage. In his opinion, the reason for being there, he gets right down to business, stripping his tee shirt off overhead.
Not Chico's first time being in this particular cottage, he walks right over to the bar, asking, "What can I set you up for?" Ellio jokes, "Your ass for my dick?" He laughs his ass off, unbuckling his pants.
Quite a few wealthy clients have sought his services since running the New York City to E. Hampton route over the past few years, for the advantage of sucking a nice-sized stalk and being run through by Chico's swift sword'. Setting the record straight, as he pours out some whiskey, "No Gringo. You misunderstand me. It is me' who is going to plug `your' ass!"
Taking the small shot glass in hand, upending it, Ellio replies, "Fuck that shit. Get those pants down and bend over the bed and take it like a man, Chico!"
There was dead silence, each man on either side of the small bar, eyesight contesting each of their desires. When a knock came at the door, the two looked in that direction, neither making a move.
With the second knock, comes a voice, "I need to leave some towels for your room," trailing off, "if that's convenient?"
Ellio remarks, "I know that voice," heading for the door. Opening it, there stood a dude from his past, "Robbie?"
"You're `Ellio', right?" Robbie Ching asks.
Opening the door wider, Chico, who hasn't an idea of the association of Ellio and the Asian, goes on his own opinion, the dark hair, eyes, handsome looks, "Oh yeah, do we need towels!" It didn't even strike him, the Asian features, whereas Pierre Duque's kin had to be in his French likeness.
As Robbie enters, Ellio introduces, "This is Chico, the limo driver for Tag Hogan."
Robbie was about to say something about being up to CK's mansion, models hanging out, wondering when Tag was coming back, but it's Ellio's hairy chest which caught his attention, "I'm not interrupting anything am I?"
Chico had ducked in the jon for a minute. The flushing of the toliet more an interruption, there Chico appears at the doorway without a stitch of clothing, saying, "You can put the towels in here?"
How suggestive, seeing the Latino standing there, stroking his meaty cock, nestled in the fabric of hairy pubes, two big one dangling down.
"Oh fuck!" Robbie says, his hands slowly relaxing, the folded towels spilling out of his arms.
"That's not fair!"
"What isn't fair?" Robbie giggles at Ellio's remark. Licking his lips, Robbie says, "Um, mind if we share Ellio?"
"Share?" Ellio replies, a sour feeling in his mouth. Not that he's never sucked cock, but it went by the person and looking at Chico, he was more the type who should be sucking it down, then taking it up the ass!
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"Happy to have your feet on the ground?"
Michael replies, "I'd rather be under the water, I think, than above the clouds!"
"Well," Darryl replies as he walks over to Michael, thinking he's the hottest ticket to come along on his journey of life, "under the water could take some time, but if all goes right with my plans today," as ge butts his stomach up against Michael's trim belly, "What would you think about going on a whale watch?"
"You mean like they jump up out of the water and we see their big tales waving?"
With a slump in his attitude, Darryl replies, "You've seen it all before?"
"I know!" Michael still said with an upbeat attitude, "but that was on the west coast. I betcha the whales on the east coast are like totally different!"
It restored some excitement in Darryl, but not towards the sea, nor what it held, but the way in which Michael conducted himself, "Know what?" he asks.
"What?" Michael replies.
Answering, Darryl clasps Michael in his arms and draws in a deep kiss.
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"Anything.... just anything you want and it's yours," Tag says to Drake, on all fours and hovering over his bod.
With humor, Drake thought he would try out a `test' of sorts, saying, "Pits are kinda ripe. How about cleaning them out?"
Expecting rebellion, he was fooled, Tag sinking down so half his bod was on Drake's, his mouth cupped over his left pit, which happened to also be quite the bush, then tasting the salty reek with the tip of his tongue.
"Woo-oo that feels awesome!" Drake sighed, as both arms were parked behind his head.
Stopping for a moment, positioning himself where his tongue had more leeway, Tag says, "Man does this taste good!"
Joking, because his plan failed, Drake says, "I should have said my ass!"
Looking up and smiling at Drake, Tag says, "Don't worry. I'll get there!"
Even though he was still joking, the construction worker says, "Hell yeah!"
It never came to be, the two going at it, sucking, licking, Tag lubing up Drake's cock, priming it for his own ass!
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"Yeah," Alex says, plopping his bod down on the leather sofa.
"You want to see a movie?" Kyle asks, because they are now both sitting in the theater room.
"No. It was just cool for awhile having Peter around and...."
"And you want for us to get one?"
Alex laughed, stating, "I don't think we're ready for one, but I think it's going to be awfully quiet around here without..."
Suddenly they are interrupted by a towel-clad individual, "Hey guys. How's it going?"
Turning to the doorway, Alex says, "Well if it isn't `charming Carman'?" Kyle asks, "When did you get back?"
Rather than when he got back to the city, but rather what he left, the hairy Italian replies, "Oh man it was great. They were eating me up..."
Alex deviates, "Oh really?"
Hand on hip, Carman says, "Not `that' kind of eating me up," then ventures off, "well yeah, there was one talented pair of lips," back on track, "but they were so enthused by my well-built bod that I'm becoming their company spokesperson and...."
As Carman dragged on about his superlatives, Alex watched not only the language his bod was speaking, but so hoped the towel would become loose enough to malfunction.
"So what do you think?"
"About what?" Alex replies to Carman's question he didn't hear.
Kyle, knowing how anyone could be sidetracked by the incredibly good looks, pecs paved with dark brown hair, the trail leading to the treasure, bails his lover out, "Carman was wondering if the twink he met out in Colorado could come stay with us for awhile."
Something Kyle didn't get to ask, Alex questions, "For how long?"
"How long does a kid go to college for?" Carman disguises the timeframe.
"Somebody here for four years, Carman?" Alex says.
Belaboring the point, him deriving it from perspective of having a good heart in the matter, Carman says, "Sorry, but it's all I could think of to help the kid out. When he told his family he was gay they kicked him out and it's the only thing I could think of other then turning him away to live in a shelter."
Now, how would Carman get a wild thought that Kyle and Alex would not mind putting up a kid, after each is responsible for taking in Scotty and Michael, giving the two a better chance at life. And as Carman was thinking it, Kyle and Alex both `did' relate to their experiences, Kyle meeting up with Scotty at registration, Alex finding Michael on the subway.
Both with their curiosities peaked, Alex was the one to pop the question first, "And how did you happen to meet up with....."
Searching for a name, Carman supplies, "Chris Harniman, he's eighteen years old and `wishes' he could find a way to go to college. I thought he could get a break living here for awhile so he could save up?"
Kyle comes out with, "We just can't go taking a stranger in."
"I agree," Alex replies. "We would have to at least meet him first?"
"No problem," Carman replies. "I think Chris is done with his shower."
"He's here?" Alex stands.
"Yeah. I thought it would save the hassle of getting him on a plane and flying out here."
Carman disappearing, Kyle says, "Well there ya go Alex!"
"I go? With what?" "Getting your little boy to run around the house?" Kyle giggles.
"An eighteen year old? He's like our ages, may I remind you?"
Expecting a towel around his waist, Carman's style, dipping well below the bellyhole, it wasn't presented, this `Chris' following Carman out of the extra bedroom, clad in jeans and a hoodie, minus the hood over his lovely blond hair.
Shy, he offers a small wave, after taking his hand out of his pocket, saying, "Hi. I'm Christian."
"He's a little shy," Carman follows up with.
Then Alex, not believing it, after Kyle was so devoted to meeting `the stranger', approaches, confronts the eighteen year old, "Nice to meet you. I'm Kyle and this is my partner, Alex. Would you want some ice cream or something?"
"I am a little hungry," Christian replies.
As they head off towards the kitchen, Alex says, "You better put some clothes on Carman, before you catch a cold!"
Carman replies, "Wanna help?"
Alex smiles, saying, "Oh, are we taking Christian away from helping you?"
Nicely Carman said there wasn't anything sexual between the two, not even kissing or touchy-feely stuff.
"Thanks for the heads up," Alex replied and before he hightailed it to the kitchen he swiped Carman's towel!
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
`FOR SALE BY OWNER ~ Life In The Fast Lane' 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.....