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" 04 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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With a minimum of $3750, gave Greg and Alex more than enough to foot the bill for a limo. However, prom night turned out a little different than expected. Neither invited a date, other than themselves.
"Ready for this, Alex?"
"We don't have to do this, if you don't want to Greg and yes, I am sort of nervous."
"Me too, but I want to do this. Just think of it. We're paving the way for other gay couples wanting to be out at their high school prom night."
"I suppose so. Instead of some guy pretending to date a girl, well..." Alex thought about it for a few precious moments, looking at Greg's smile paved from dimple to dimple, "I'd rather be dating you over any guy or girl!"
As they caressed each other for a smootch, they hear, "Hi guys!"
"Devon?"
Down the basement stairs, Devon walks, a man on his arm.
"Ready to shock everybody to hell?"
Alex jokes, "What're you gonna do? Drop your pants, Devon?"
"Funny, Alex. This is Carlos Hernandez, my date for the prom."
"But," Greg shouts, "we're going to be the first gay couple."
"Right and we can be the second, first gay couple!"
Carlos moves right past Devon, to introduce himself.
"Hi. Devon has told me alot about you two."
"Good, I hope," Alex replied, with his arms outstretched.
Neither Carlos, nor the couple were reluctant to hug each other.
So, as it goes, heads did sway to the rhythm of Alex and Greg walking in together. A minute of human silence gripped the banquet room, but the DJ never let up on spinning the tunes.
"Where's your dates, guys?" Jimmy asked.
"Right here," Alex told him.
"Huh?"
Nobody got it until Devon walked in, with Carlos on his arm. Unlike Alex and Greg, the two took right up with dancing. On a slow dance, the obvious couldn't be missed!
None of the other guys volunteered to dance with Alex, Greg, Carlos, nor Devon, but plenty of girls did, putting aside all aspects of predjudice, which most didn't have. Those that did, minded it, stayed to the side, dancing with their dates.
"So, sorry you did it, Alex?"
"Not now I'm not, but two seconds before entering the hall, I was ready to bail!"
"You're not the only one."
"Really, Greg? The cool, calm, collective guy?"
"Not so, when the time came."
"But once we were, literally, `out', you seemed in total control."
"As were you, Alex?"
"As I said, I wasn't going to lose my cool over something we decided."
Greg gave Alex a kiss on the lips, a short one, for saying all the right words.
The DJ spun all the catchy tunes, even taking a request from one of the older chaperones, The Hokey Pokey', which the seniors were good sports as well as trying to imitate those who knew how to linedance, when the altered list played Suds In The Bucket'. Several hours seemed to resemble minutes and soon the crowd began to dissipate.
"Ready for the Jersey shore?"
Greg came back with, "You mean is the Jersey shore ready for us?"
Fortunately, the limo driver was from Asbury Park, a gay man himself and pointed out their most memorable stay would be at the Impresario, atop Eden, the gay nightclub. Since Devon and Carlos had shared the ride to the prom, they were invited along. Worried about what to wear, Alex relayed to them the same plans they had for themselves; shopping til they dropped! They still had roughly $2,000 in cash to spend.
For the night, the limo driver, Pete, made sure the two couples were set up, with bottles of champaygne on the way up to their rooms, before making his getaway. He made sure Alex had his card, for the ride back to Lake Quinn.
"Wow! will you look at this! A heart shaped pool."
"And look, the bubbles are already churning up with the water!"
The best room in the place that money could buy, a suite, two bedrooms sharing one suite. Unfortunately, it took more time shucking a tuxedo than normal everyday clothes. Greg's bowtie, the real thing, developed a snag in it. Alex, completely in the buff, laughed, as he dipped his foot in the bubbling water.
"Hey wait for me!"
"I am."
It actually gave Alex an excuse for rising out of the water, only to lend hands to strip Greg down. Part of the slowdown, a kiss to Greg's lips and Greg in reciprocation, only added to their horniness.
"Ooooooooh this feels good."
"Are you talking about the hot tub or me, Alex?"
Alex smiled. Of course it felt good to feel Greg massage his cock under the bubbling surf. For the most part, they were dead tired, after guzzling down the `bubbly', plus soaking in the hot tub. Alex and Greg had all intentions of sharing themselves, but wound up falling asleep. Devon and Carlos had much more energy and romped in between the sheets before turning in.
When morning hit, sun gleamed in through the skylight above their heads. It seemed to awaken Greg first. He tickled Alex, moving a finger around his nip, feeling the ample amount of dark hair growing around it.
"I know it's you," Alex spoke with his eyes closed.
Soon they popped open, surprising Greg with turning over, smooshing his teen body between himself and the bed.
"I had a feeling you were faking it."
But Alex wasn't faking it when he placed his lips on Greg's face.
"Mmmm... sweet... but I gotta pee."
"Me too."
How romantic a couple!
"Hey, guess what, Alex?"
"What?"
"Devon and Carlos aren't in their room."
"Sure. They're probably out, soaking up the sun."
"Ha ha ha haa ha!"
"What are you laughing at?" Alex inquired.
"You look like Santa Claus, with the white beard!"
"You don't want me scratching you all day, do you? Besides, I think you're jealous."
"Hey, I can't help it if I'm a late bloomer. I'm starting to get a little stache here."
"Where?"
The two stood there, looking in the vanity mirror, Alex already to carve out the beard on his face. He stopped to look at the short-haired catepillar above Greg's lip.
"Vague."
"More than vague."
"Sure, Greg. You've got more hair below your bellybutton than above your lip."
"Does it matter, Alex?"
"Ooooh, I've gone and hurt your feelings, haven't I?" Alex sincerely brooded.
"Not!"
Breaking out of his act, Greg picks up the can of shave cream and shoots it towards Alex, painting an `S' down his front. Going along with it, Alex yells out "Superman!"
"Ready for a shave?"
"No way. You think I want a hairy `S' down my chest and stomach?"
Unlike Greg, Alex sported a fine, dark carpet of hair on his chest and stomach, thicker below his navel, to form a defined trail to his pubes.
"You're so good looking, Alex."
"But you're much smarter."
"I'd rather have looks."
"I like you the way you are. Besides, if it wasn't for your math skills, we wouldn't have gotten the money to live it up this weekend."
"You think so?"
"I know so. Now c'mon. Let's get cleaned up and catch up with Devon and Carlos."
Greg disappears into the bedroom. Alex picks up the razor and finishes off his beard'. He watches himself in the mirror, looking at the big S'. He gets a sinister idea!
"I only put my swimsuit and... shir....oh shit! What the hell did you do, Alex?"
"Hee heee..."
The hint of his devilous spoke louder than a giggle. There Alex stood, a bare `S' standing out from his bodyhair, neat and cleanly shaven.
"I can't believe you did that, Alex!"
"I think it's kind of cool."
"It's bizarre. That's what I'd call it!"
"Only one way to get rid of it, if it bugs you."
"You can't grow the hair back."
"No, but I can shave the rest."
"Your beautiful body fur, Alex? No way."
"Okay. But don't yell at me if I'm getting all the looks!"
"Hmm..."
"What?"
"One might think you did it on purpose."
"Now you know I was only goofing off."
"One I will never forget. C'mon. Here's your suit."
Looks is what Alex got. As soon as his beach towel unblocked the front of his bod, the distinction could be see.
"Hot, Alex," Carlos commented, reaching out to touch it, regaling, "Oh, sorry man."
"Yeah, it's shaved. I can't believe Alex did it."
Alex says, "It was Greg's idea."
"With shaving cream."
"Well, there was only one way of getting it off."
"Hmm... not a bad idea," Devon said, looking down his own bod.
"Could look cool on you," Carlos says of his boyfriend's bod.
All day long, Alex got the looks, from girls and guys, telling him how cool it looked, the `S' carved out of his chest and stomach hair, throughout the day, turning from white to a golden tan. Pete's friend at the Eden, spread the word of the guys' prom excursion. They arranged a formal barbecue dinner for them, outside, poolside. It was open to the public, except their area roped off.
"Cool!" Came the remark from the waiter, Dougie. Alex's celebrity status, as the guy with the `S' carved out of the front of his bod, started all over again.
The night faded into the early morning hours, as they danced and drank. Fortunately their suite was right upstairs, two flights up from Eden! Greg was totally wasted, as was Carlos. Sitting up til around five, Devon and Alex returned to the lobby, each grabbing a beer, then walked the beach.
"So, what are your plans after high school, Alex?"
"I'm headed off to the Fashion Institute of Technology, in New York City."
"Prestigious, but we all knew you were into developing your briefs business."
"Oh, but much more, plus I thought about jewelry design, as well."
"Don't steal too much of my business away from me, Alex."
"You? I never knew you had the interest, Devon."
"I've kept it quiet."
"Where are you planning on studying?"
"I made up my mind kind of late and you know how steep the competition is to getting into FIT."
"Yes. So, what are your plans?"
"I thought I would hang out around the city for a semester than try again."
"What about Carlos?"
"He's not sure what he wants to do, so he's going to take some liberal arts courses at Lake Quinn Community College."
"It's not like we're a continent away. Lake Quinn is only three to four hours from the city."
"Well, it's not like that."
"Really? I thought you too were tight."
"Just friends. Really, we only got together to be prom dates."
"I got an apartment on the east side. Five of us guys, looking for a sixth, if you're interested."
"Hey, that would be cool, Alex. Thanks. But hey, what about you and Greg?"
"Greg... well, it's not like we didn't talk about this beforehand."
Alex parked his ass in the sand, Devon alongside him.
Alex continued, "We supposed that we meant more to each other... I'm not sure how to put it."
"Like the `S' on your chest."
"Huh?"
"Superficial?"
"Oh yeah. I get it. Maybe."
"A lot of us guys thought you and Greg were tight, but it's really up to you two."
"Right."
Alex lay back on his elbows. Devon followed suit.
"I think we better get back to the hotel. I'm finally feeling the effects of too much beer."
"Yeah. We want to be up for all the excitement tomorrow," Devon agrees.
"You mean `today'?"
"Right. Today."
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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author. 2112 wds % Other stories by T. Chase McPhee
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