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.
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"For Sale By Owner" 27 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Like nothing happened, patrons of the eatery go back to their dining experience. Three of the other four, Dominic, Lance and Kyle, stand there, still trying to digest what just took place, as Stephen mildly puts it, "C'mon Marat. This place makes me ill." Passing by Terry Miller, still writhing in pain, Stephen makes comment, "He `did' warn you!"
Two men, walking out, Marat turns to the others in their company, "Are you coming?"
Like a dividing stream, Lance and Dominic slip by Terry on the left flank, as Kyle walks around Terry's right. The whole time they are strolling through the lobby, Lance is complaining, "This is bad news. I'm going to get fired for sure."
Boldly, Marat directs to Lance, though his attention seems to be on Dominic, "I'm in need of a bartender at my private designer's studio in New York. Five hundred a week. Take it or leave it!"
"Fa-five hundred," Lance says, startled. "You mean like in dollars?"
"Take it or leave it," Stephen reiterates, adding, "He only asks once."
"Sure I'll take it, but I gotta finish school and..."
"Job starts July fourth weekend. I'm having a four day party," Marat spells out the particulars, "I'll need you to start a month before. Can you be there?"
"Ohhhh," Lance suddenly says, in a dismal manner, "I don't get out of school til the twelfth. Sorry, I'm going to have to pass up the offer, but thanks Mr. Favreau."
Used to getting his way, to Marat Favreau, a guy had to be special; very special. Stopping, deliberating for the next six seconds, before walking through the lobby doors, to the outside, turns, again as if carrying on a conversation with Dominic, suddenly switches focus to Lance, telling him, "We're also in dire need of a houseboy..."
"Oh, but I go to college in the fall."
Stephen wondered what the attraction for Marat, as Kyle had supposed, him desiring men older than his age of twenty seven years, making such a fuss over an eighteen year old high school jock.
"We'll work around your schedule," Marat reports, adding, "Full time, five hundred a week, we'll work out your salary, when the time comes."
"Five hundred? I guess I could do both," Lance, at first segregating the two positions, bartender at Marat's studio and now the houseboy position, then combining them both under the five hundred salary offered.
"Um," Kyle breaks into the conversation, his arm over his swim bud's shoulder, saying, "I think what Mr. Favreau is saying, is five hundred a week for the bartending and five hundred for the houseboy job. You do the math!"
Lance stood there, picturing five hundred, plus five hundred and coming up with, "OMG! That's a grand a week!"
His last words to Lance, "I would like your decision by tomorrow." Then, turning to Dominic, he asks, "Dominic, be a sweetheart and jot down my email for Mr. Hawk?"
As they walk out of the hotel lobby, doors held for them, the party of five breaks into a trio, plus Kyle and Lance, falling behind, as they chat, Lance with a million questions.
"I can't believe this is happening to me," Lance says, elated.
Arm in arm, Kyle says, "Everybody doesn't get a break like this. Who knows where you'll wind up, Lance."
"A thousand bucks," Lance repeats himself. "That's four grand a month." Then thinking longterm, "That's forty-eight thousand a year!"
"It's like a full time job, working part time hours," Kyle informs.
"Part time, but Mr. Favreau said I'd be bartending at his studio and houseboy at his home. It's like two jobs in one."
"Think about it, Lance. People don't drink before noontime. Houseboy, you'll probably be doing things while Marat is out, mostly."
"I just thought of something."
"What's that?" Kyle asks.
"I don't even know what the hell a houseboy does!"
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It took all of forty minutes to get back to the college, whereas it would normally take twenty. However they didn't quite have their bearings straight, as Dominic led Kyle around the countryside.
"I'm awfully sorry, guys," Dominic apologized to the group. "I thought I had the route down pat."
Kidding, Kyle says, "Get off it, Dom. You just wanted to see if the road work was over for the day!"
"Road work?" Devon questioned, approaching his lover, first delivering a forgiveness kiss, then alerting him, "You just missed Dean Hardy."
"What a shame," Dominic said, sarcastically.
Without further ado, the six of them piled into two vehicles and proceeded back to the Radisson, Dominic and Kyle on pins and needles, with the surprise on their mind. They pulled right up to the Crossfire, parked where Lance's car used to be parked.
"Heeeeey! Where are my wheels?" Lance complained.
"What'd I tell ya?" Dominic said, producing a set of keys.
"Here's a little sort of present from all of us guys."
"What? The car?" Lance said, lost in amazement. "People don't give cars for presents!"
Off to the side, Kyle quickly filled Devon, Alex and Raj in.
"Well, it's not entirely free."
"Oh? How's that go, Dom?" Alex asked.
"I figured once Lance got through college, we could arrange some terms of paying back."
"Well," Lance says, "I sure did need a new set of wheels, but I... I... I don't know what to say!"
"How about `thank you'?" Devon says.
Lance replies, "Thank you, Dominic. How much did this cost? I mean how much do I owe you?"
"Let you know after you graduate!"
"I better get back to work," Lance then told them. "It's almost the dinner hour. It hasn't hit me yet, but thanks for the new wheels!"
Before Lance tread across the lot, back inside the hotel, he gave Dominic a hug and kiss.
"Hmm... Think I'll buy new cars more often!" Dominic responds.
"Guess what happened at practice?" Alex asks.
"What?" Kyle inquires.
"Both Lance and Dustin came out to the guys."
"Awesome!" Kyle said.
"In Lance's case it wasn't much of a surprise, but where Dustin's straight-acting life is concerned, well they were more than `surprised', especially when Raj came over to him."
"What did you do Raj?"
"Nothing much. I told Dustin he was brave in coming out and hugged him," Raj told them.
Devon says, "Dominic, I need some carbs!"
The rest were hungry as well. The only place in the hotel where they could get a smoothie, was the exercise room, at the fruit bar. First one they meet, admitting themselves, is Sean Braakman.
"Sean," they all greeted him.
"Have you come back for a second tan?" He directed to Alex.
"Actually, the `double tan'?"
Alex winked.
"Of course. Come into my salon, said the spider to the fly!"
"Oh, I don't know about this," Kyle said.
"It'll be fun," Alex says.
"Besides," Sean tells them, "there's a money back guarantee."
"And how much is the charge, Sean?" Alex asks.
"Today there is a special. Two for the price of one!" Sean relays to them.
"I think I can handle it," says Kyle.
"Mind if we watch?" Dominic asks.
"Sorry. I'm very discreet."
"Maybe afterwards."
Sean says to Dominic, "I'd love to get my hands on you!"
They all laugh. The others go to the fruitie bar, as Sean escorts Alex and Kyle to the tanning salon. He closes the door, flicking a little latch.
"So, how does this go?"
"Well, first we all strip down."
"We? You too?"
"I thought you wanted the `erotic' massage?"
Neither eighteen year old fought the feeling. Sean took them to a pair of lockers. Alex and Kyle peeled their shirts off over their heads. They sat and pulled off their sneakers, then socks. Standing, they unbuttoned their shorts, letting them fall. Folding them in half, they stripped off their briefs. When Sean came in from the other room, carrying vials of oils, he was completely naked.
"Wow!" Alex said subtlely.
"Does my physique impress you?" Sean asks.
"And how!" Alex and Kyle relayed to him.
Kyle thought Sean to be about twenty-five, around 6' tall, maybe 175-180, but his cock looked to be about an inch shorter than Alex's 9.5c, though it wasn't hard, so it made it tough to tell the true length, but he also had humongous balls, shaved.
"Ready to get started?"
"Sure, but I for one don't know how this erotic massage goes," Alex told him.
"Me too," Kyle said, raising a hand as if in school.
"Well let's see how creative we can be. First I need each of you to sign this paper, which more or less gives me the freedom of `touch'."
Trustingly, each signs off their names.
"Good. Now, let's have our bottom boy lie down on his back?"
Kyle lays down.
"And our top-man, on top, a little to the side?"
Alex does like a pushup and lets himself down slowly. Their bods fits together.
"Ah, like the missing piece of the puzzle!" Sean says.
Next, Sean opens one of the vials, containing a greenish, see-through liquid.
"Put your arms over your heads, gentlemen?"
Tilting the vial, a scent of jasmine escapes, along with a long strand of oil. It first hits Alex right in the armpit.
"No, don't touch it. Touching is my job."
Alex wonders if Kyle is as revved up as himself.
"Oooooh," Alex says when Sean begins the deep, healing massage.
Two of Sean's fingers rub in a circular motion Alex's thick armpit hair. Next he drips a little on Kyle's dark brown pit hair, massaging it in.
"Oooooh yeah," Kyle moans.
Unlike Alex, Sean pushes his hand down, skiing down Kyle's chest, one finger now massaging his nip, the back of his hand massaging Alex's chest. Both vocally share in the great feeling.
"Like it, do you?"
"Awesome," both agree.
Sean then withdraws his hand, covers it in oil and sandwiches it in between, palm flat on Kyle's chest, back of his hand massaging Alex's chest. He actually gets his kicks out of hearing the two in utter praise of his erotic work. Next, he withdraws his hand, noticing both Kyle's and Alex's cocks are hard as rocks. He figures he better not wait too long. Normally he could coax a couple along for an hour, but after ten minutes things looked like they could come to a climax sooner!
"Ready for the ultimate?" Sean softly whispers.
Standing on the padded cubes, Sean kneels down on one knee. Alex and Kyle watch as he opens a red-tinted vial. Sean puts a glob in his hand, sets the vial down, then rubs the oil between both hands. Next, the two watch him as he smears the pinkish oil on his cock and balls.
"What tha?" Alex comments.
To answer his question, Sean lowers his other knee. His cock and balls are caught up in the space between Alex's and Kyle's bods. He presses on Kyle's right side and Alex's left side.
"Close your eyes and `enjoy'!"
They do as they are told and slowly get the sensation of their bodies acting like a clam shell, taking in Sean's cock and balls. Slowly Sean uses their bodies, moving his cock in and out, the pink oil acting as lubrication. The eighteen year olds are going wild in ecstasy, as Sean's cock leans in between their stomachs. Meanwhile, Sean doesn't leave this to his own devices. Taking up the gold vial, he tweaks their nips, Kyle's right nip and Alex's left nip, playfully massaging them. Using his sturdy legs he bobs up and down. Reaching behind, he pokes his finger in and out of each of their navels.
"Oooooooooooh," each moan from the first-time experience.
Encountering the tip of Alex's cock, Sean oils up the stiff barrel. Then he goes for Kyle's 7.5c and massages both cocks together. No stranger to a threeway jerkoff, Kyle moves back, til his pubes match up. Taking all three cocks in hand, he moves his greasy hands up and down. With more force he jerks all three, hands moving up and down.
He instructs, "Now massage each other!"
Kyle goes for Alex's chest.
"This feels so different without hair," Kyle observes.
Alex could care less, as he imbibes on the moment, his hands working over Kyle's whole bod.
"Still having fun?"
"Hell yeah!" They both agree.
"Ready to cum? Huh? Ready to shoot your big load between ya's?"
No time is left to answer, as Kyle's cock shoots out first, followed by Alex's, lastly Sean's. Quite an upheaval as three jets of goo are shot all over Kyle's and Alex's stomach. Sean's head is cocked back, his eyes squinting shut, as he feels the awesome power of a triple shoot.
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As summer passed, Mrs. Nouguet saw very little of Alex, but that doesn't mean she wasn't kept busy with the rest of the Nouguet clan, plus keeping track of Joey in Iraq. Kyle never went back to Asbury Park, rather going on to the New York City condo, taking Alex with him. Alex first found a job waiting tables at a cafe in the garment district, not far from the Fashion Institute of Technology. Kyle practiced the trumpet, Dominic getting him a late audition space, at the Manhattan School of Music. He didn't get in, but at least found out what he had to do to audition for the following year. Dominic admired his attitude, even though he could have entered, come the fall semester.
Devon went to the bank and withdrew his life savings, over $300,000.00 and deposited it in a bank in Manhattan, near Dominic's townhouse, up from the Lexington Ave. subway. Not inspired to major in anything, but jewelry courses, he took some liberal arts courses for the summer, waiting for an opening at FIT. Dominic spent most of the summer in New York City, returning to Deal at the end of the summer to set up for teaching school. Lance, Raj and Dustin settled down at Dom's townhouse, finding themselves summer jobs.
Kyle heard Knapp wasn't returning to the city, finding a place in an Asbury Park high rise. It worked out well, since Kyle is turning the extra bedroom into a sewing room and studio, for Alex.
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"Ky, you home?"
"I'm in here!"
Approaching the jon, Alex could tell `somebody' was in there.
"If I were you, I'd lay off the beans, Ky!"
"The only beans I had are coffee beans."
"Chocolate covered?"
"No, from a cup of coffee, dah?"
"Hmm... well guess who came into the `Coffee Bean' today?"
"Who?"
"Stephen Braddock and he had some great looking.. I mean some men with him."
"Like?"
"Afon Hasteras for one."
"Did Stephen recognize you?"
"I think, but figured he wasn't sure."
"He didn't say hello to you?"
"Nope."
"And you didn't say hello to him?"
"Nope. I didn't want to embarrass him."
"Hmm... you're call I guess. So, what did you hear?"
"What'd I hear?"
"Yeah. They talked didn't they?"
"Yes, but I wasn't going to be rude and listen in."
"Why not? That's how you get to hear inside stuff."
"I did hear that Stephen is opening a store in Manhattan."
"There ya go."
"So, what good does it do me?"
"Well, sometime, after you start school, it might be a good way to drop Stephen's name."
"Nah."
"What do you mean `nah'? If it'll help you get somewhere, then why not?"
"Kyle... are you done in there?"
"Oh yeah. Thanks for reminding me."
"Uh, well.. what're you doing? Playing with yourself?"
"Noooo, I'm not playing with myself. Only little boys do that."
"Did you play with yourself when you were a little boy?"
"Of course. Didn't you?"
"Maybe," Alex said, smiling.
After the flush, Kyle reported to the living room. He took Alex in his arms. They kissed.
"So," Alex continued, "how did you play with yourself?"
"Never mind."
"Hee hee... just kidding."
"So, did Afon say anything?"
"Not much. Oh, y'know what I did hear?"
"What?"
"I heard Stephen tell Afon there's some competition `in the wind'."
"In the wind? I wonder what it means?"
"I figured Stephen didn't want to say, so left it like... anonymous?"
"True." Kyle then snaps his fingers, "I betcha I know who."
"Who?"
"Was Garret McCormac mentioned?"
"I think Garret. Yes, that's one name."
"Hmm..."
"Why? What do you know that I don't know?"
"McCormac was pressing Stephen to carry his line in his stores."
"Well, that's great, isn't it?" Alex asked.
"For him, sure, but what about you?"
"Me?"
"Well, sure Alex. How are you ever going to get recognized unless you get your stuff into a retail shop?"
"Whoa! Slow down, Kyle. I haven't even been to school yet!"
"No sense waiting."
"But I'm not ready," Alex tells him, flopping himself down on the sofa.
Kyle's bod lands next to him.
"Y'know I'm only trying to help you out."
"I know, but I want things to happen in order."
"In order?" Kyle questions his lover.
"Yeah. I mean it was great of the little business Greg and I had going at school, but I want to study up, create, have people recognize my work, not just get there because I know somebody. Understand?"
"Yeah. I get it."
"Then prove it."
"Prove it?"
"Yeah. Show me there's no feelings hurt. Give me a kiss?"
Kyle smiles, turns his head and goes to kiss Alex. Alex pulls him over, into his lap, still kissing him.
"Hi guys! Oops! They're busy!"
In walks Raj and Dustin. Out walks Raj and Dustin. They retrace steps, after another about face.
"It's okay. We weren't busy!"
Kyle shoots up straight in his seat, then follows Alex's lead to stand.
"What's up guys?"
"Dominic gave Devon some money to go food shopping."
"So?"
"So, Lance is out with the `wheels'."
"Hmm," Kyle analyses the situation, "we could use a stocking up, too. What do you say?" Kyle looks to Alex for the final say.
"I think it's a good idea, even though I'm not good at cooking."
"Leave it to me," Kyle says.
"Oh, so I'm the strong man," Alex says, flexing his arms, not that he's all that built.
"We can help!" Raj says.
Dustin kids, "Me Tarzan, him boy," referring to Raj.
"Um," Alex inquires, "doesn't Raj mean `boy'?"
"Something like that. So, is it cool to go grocery shopping?" Raj's haste was reflected in his pushy attitude.
"Sure. Let us change into something decent," Kyle tells them.
"What's wrong with this?" Alex says of his torn tee shirt, right above the nip, and his shorts which almost shows off his pubic hair.
"If you want to freeze your ass off, it's okay with me!"
"Oh yeah. Forgot. Summer has flown the coop," Alex tells of the warm season, slowly slipping away. In their bedroom, Alex says, "Too bad it's not more summery out."
"Alex, I'm not trying to be critical of you, but you've got to start dressing smarter when you go out."
"Oh yeah. I know. It is too cool out for shorts and shirts, especially ones that are..."
"No, Alex. I don't mean the weather."
"Oh? How's that go?"
Alex pulls on a pair of jeans then hesitates, placing one hand up, on the door-frame, turning to get Kyle's attention.
"Alex, you know I love you, right?"
Alex mellows out to a smile, saying, "Yes."
"I want what's best for you and I don't want you take this as trying to control you or your life. I'm meaning this as caring about you, because I love you."
"Okay," Alex snaps to attention, looking into the walk-in closet, "what should I wear?"
"The jeans are fine. I like you in button down shirts."
Still, Alex didn't take this as controlling, but as preference, most likely with good reasoning behind it. After all, he grew up in the country, not with an abundance of a cash flow, so Kyle should know?
"And why not this light sweater?"
"Well, it doesn't show much now, but I really find your chest hair very sexy."
"Hmm..."
"What?"
"Nothing," Alex said, as he rubs his hand all over the thin coating of chest hair.
"Hey!"
"What?" Alex asks, a bit cocky, as if he knew something.
"Leave all that stimulating to me?"
Alex continued rubbing, laughing, as if pulling a devilish prank.
"Now look what you've gone and done?"
"What?"
"You know dam well, what!"
Alex just laughs, as he slides his other hand into the front of his jeans.
"Oh no you don't! You're not going to deprive me of this too!"
Walking over to Alex, Kyle forces his hand out of his jeans. Staring at Alex, eyes dead center, Kyle unzips the already unbuttoned jeans.
"Raj and Dustin are wai-i-i-i-iting!" Alex teased.
"Let them wait. Some things are more important."
Down with the zipper, Kyle took the jeans. "Mmmm," he sighed with pleasure, letting the jeans fall around Alex's ankles. He then unpinned Alex's 9.5c, not all the way hard, from his briefs. Taking hold of Alex's hips, Kyle opened wide, taking in his lover's pleasure stick.
Alex threw his head back, sighing out loud, "Ooooooooh!" His head dropped backwards. As happens after one or two minutes or so, Alex's hand pets Kyle's mane, moving his cock and out, guiding his head where it should go.
"Hey guys, you almost........ um, ready?"
This time Kyle wasn't stopping for anything, even though stopping and acknowledging the two standing in the doorway of the room as polite. Instead, Alex said, not too cheerful, "Do you mind, guys?" It stopped time for Alex, but for Kyle, he kept up the rhythm of the massaging action. After the door closed, Alex withdrew from the interference and slid back into the sexual reverie. However, after two more minute, he was ready to shoot his load. Working harder at the awesome manner in which he sucked Alex off, nothing less than extraordinary, Kyle had Alex shooting his load down his throat. At the same time, his own hand, Kyle's, was down his briefs, stroking heartily.
"Oooooh... ooooh....arghhhhhhhhhhh!" Kyle cried out as his briefs filled up with goo.
"Too....too much," Alex sighed, splayed out on the bed.
After shooting his wad, Kyle couldn't make it that far, leaning against the wall, his hand still holding his soft dick and juices. Suddenly a knock came at the door. No words, just the knock. Kyle, in better shape than Alex, called out, "Okay. Be right out."
"Just thought you should know," came Raj's voice, "the sun will be going down soon!"
"Sun... going... down?" Kyle said between breathes of gulped air.
"Sun going down?" Alex said, quite normally. "It's only eleven in the a.m.!"
"It's a hint. They want to go. C'mon. Let's wash up," Kyle says.
"You go ahead. I'll be there in a minute," Alex says. But, for his lack of stamina to get up off the bed and on his way to the jon, to wash up, Alex got the wet rag treatment; a cold wash cloth slapped right on his stomach. "Ooooooooooooh somebody's gonna get it!"
Kyle locked the jon door, locking himself in.
"C'mon. Let me in. Raj and Dustin are waiting."
"You promise you wouldn't do anything?" Kyle yelled back.
"Promise."
Slowly the door opened, Alex holding up his right hand, his left ready to deliver the whiplash!
"Owwwwwwch!" Kyle cowered, as the slinging washcloth slapped against his back.
"Oh shit!" Alex called out.
"What?" Kyle asks, looking over his own shoulder.
"Will you look at that!"
"What?" Kyle stilled pursued.
"Prolly it's going to be there forever!"
"Not," Kyle tells him. "Only a lash from a belt will do that."
"Okay. Hold on while I get my belt."
Alex went away and never came back!
"Alex?" Kyle asked, going into the quieted room.
Being that the walk-in closet light was on, but the door closed, presented itself as the most possible of places to hide. Kyle took the knob and slung the door open quickly. But Alex wasn't there. From behind came the swish of air, then the sound of something hitting his back.
"Owwwww....oh shit!" Kyle called out, as the leather implement landed across his back.
"Surprise!" Alex called out.
Kyle started laughing. It had only been a light slap of the belt across his back. "You so fucking scared the hell outta me!"
"Let me see. Turn?" Alex asked.
"It's prolly nothing. You didn't swing it that hard, did you?"
"Nah and it's like you say', nothing'!" Alex says.
"It sure as hell scared me!"
"I know."
"Wait. Where were you standing?"
"I was behind the chair."
"I'll have to remember next time!"
"C'mon. I'll be surprised if Raj and Dustin didn't leave," Alex tells him.
Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.