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 57 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Michael?" Scotty asks as the shower door is opened.
Michael helps himself to stepping in. "I'm in a hurry too. Give the soap here. I'll do you if you do me!"
Michael meant their backs, but Scotty was taking it as something else. In his quest to wrestle the soap from Scotty's hand it slips clear out of Scotty's hand, flies through the air and makes thump as it hits the tub floor.
"Oops!" Michael says, falling to his knees to get it. Looking up, his head is even with Scotty's pubes.
"I don't go for that kind of stuff!" Scotty says, standing there with one hand on his torso, the other cupping his balls and cock up into hairy pubes.
"I didn't mean it, I swear," Michael says.
With the tales of Michael's cross-country sexcapades, Scotty thought only one thing.
Getting to his feet, Michael tries explaining, "I did what I had to do to survive. Y'know I would have loved to be in Kyle and Alex's shoes, a chance meeting and falling in love. I'm still hoping there's some guy out there for me and forget the past... find somebody to love and him loving me back."
Thinking Michael telling it like it is, Scotty turns around. "Well? You going to do my back?"
"And beyond!" Michael joked.
He couldn't see Scotty rolling his eyes.
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"Scotty? Michael?" Alex yelled from the foyer as he donned a light jacket.
"You know Alex, someday you're going to make a good father?"
"Right and you'll be the perfect mother," Alex returned along with placing Kyle in his arms, hugging and delivering his `morning-goodbye' kiss.
"Come on... break it up!" Michael said as he and Scotty interrupted.
"Remember I'm your boss!" Alex quipped.
"Yeah right," Michael replied, passing by Alex, intentionally butting his shoulder against Alex's, rocking him off balance.
"Good luck at work daddy!" Kyle said to Alex.
After closing the door Kyle realized this is the first time in weeks he's been alone. He laughed to himself thinking about Michael wearing his' wardrobe from the closet. It's then he got an idea, an alternative to being cooped up all day in the townhouse. As he got ready to go shopping he came up with the idea of treating himself to living today in the lap of luxury. Instead of his own car he dialed up the limosine service he would normally use for attending concerts or going to the airport. There was no problem, Halpenny's limo service providing prompt service. Only thing, the guy rang the doorbell twenty minutes early. Kyle was almost' ready, except for putting his shirt on. When the bell rang for the second time, he grabbed his short and tried feeding his arms into it enroute. On the circular stairway it was feat, which left him where he was at the bottom, from where he started at the top. At the third ring of the bell he yelled,
"Coming!" Opening the door he still had to button up. The cool air from outside rushed in.
"At your service, sir."
Holding the sides of his shirt, unbuttoned, Kyle gave the guy the once over.
"I have the car outside," the young guy responded to Kyle's silence and roaming eyes.
"Um... okay.... well I'm just about set. C'mon in."
"I can wait outside if you want your privacy," the limo driver suggests, motioning with his thumb.
"Nah. You can come in."
He said, "Nice place you've got here," same time watching Kyle scale the circular staircase.
Kyle remembers, shouting, "There's still coffee in the kitchen if you would care for a cup?"
When the driver looked up, Kyle was gone. After a short search he found the kitchen.
Coming downstairs, Kyle heard all kinds of racket coming from the kitchen, the banging of cabinets.
Entering, the guy held a cup in his hand. "Um, I just found a cup." He added, "You look good."
"Thanks. If there's enough for two, I'll have one too."
"Actually," he confesses, "there wasn't any coffee. I made some and if it's okay I made just two cups?"
"Sure it's okay. You're kind of handy around the kitchen, huh... um..."
"Oh sorry about that sir. I'm Chris Battani." He put the cup in his right hand into his left and shook Kyle's hand. "You take cream?"
With devious thoughts, Kyle wondered how Chris meant that, but then answered, "A little milk, thanks."
"Coming right up sir."
"And if you keep calling me `sir' all day Chris, I'll be feeling like a grandfather by the time we get home!"
"Oh, so should I call you `Kyle'?"
"Where do you know me from?"
Chris responds, "No place I know of. Your name was on the order for the limo?"
Kyle rolls his eyes. "Dah!"
Chris' infectious laugh makes Kyle laugh too.
"So what are your plans for today, Kyle?"
"Shop, brunch, more shopping, light afternoon snack, more shopping then maybe chill out at a movie."
"Good thing I packed my pillow!"
"Pillow?" Kyle wondered.
"Sure. It's a little pillow for my neck. I spend a lot of time waiting for the `suit and tie' crowd."
"Oh. That' kind of pillow." It then comes to Kyle why should he be wasting away the hours in a stuffy limo?' "I got a better idea."
On leaving the townhouse one would never know the two were driver and passenger, Chris morphed into a regular guy, matching Kyle in fashion.
"Cool we're the same size, huh?" Chris asks.
"Yeah," Kyle replied as Chris held the door for him.
"I feel funny working today and not being in the `tux'," Chris referred to the black pants, white shirt, black jacket and black shoes, complete with the hat he hated wearing.
"You look a lot better in civvies."
Striking up a conversation, Kyle found out Chris to be from Iraq and not Italy, not thinking the lightly tanned skin relected a mideastern culture, and not of a sexy Italian, which he thought Chris could assume and nobody know the difference!
"And so. You're not going to school or anything, Chris?"
"Sure. I attend the NYU college of dentistry in the evenings."
"So someday you'll be know as `Dr. Drill'!"
"Well I hope to eventually go into oral cancer research, but that's like waaaaaaaay down the road!" Chris giggles.
"You don't go full time I take it?"
"Not right now. I can't afford it. But doing it a little at a time is fine for now."
"If you're cool with it, I am!" Kyle replies. "By the way, I think you just past Braddock's?"
"Oh no," Chris responds.
The limo resembled a plain black car, except a little longer. He was amazed at how Chris handled it, swerving all the way across two lanes so he could make a left turn down the one way street in order to make a `U' around the block.
"Fancy driving," Kyle said.
"I hope I'm not scaring you?"
"Scare me? Hah! You should see how I drive the city streets. When people see me coming they get out of my way!"
"Alright if we park here?" Chris said, pulling into a parking garage.
"Fine with me," Kyle responded.
Getting A1 treatment, Kyle's door was held open by Chris, the two exiting after Chris got his ticket.
"You look good in those clothes, Chris."
"I'm not getting used to it. Wearing threads like this is wa-a-a-a-ay up the scale for me. At home I'm strictly a dress-down kind of guy."
Entering Braddock's Chris went to hold the door, but there already was a doorman to perform the duty. Both he and the doorman smiled at each other, Chris as polite as on the job, thanking him.
"I think he's got the hots for you Chris!" Kyle chanced it.
"Hots for me? What ever do you mean Kyle?"
"I `read' you as soon as I opened the door, Chris."
"Rats!" Chris said. "Am I that obvious, Kyle?"
"No. Not really. But since I'm gay too it's kind of easier to tell."
"Wow! I didn't even think it... of you.... being gay?"
"I take it you're not out, Chris?"
"My family would kick me out on my ass if they knew," Chris responded.
"You could come live with me!" Kyle said as a joke.
"Frankly, I never thought of living with a guy. I never even thought of being with a guy."
"Um, you have `been' with a guy, haven't you Chris?"
"Once. A long time ago. But I was almost snagged, so felt afraid to chance it again."
"Whom were you almost snagged by?" Kyle felt curious.
"Asaf's father. We came within about a minute of getting outselves dressed and pretending to be studying in his room before his father walked in. It would have been hell to pay if he caught us."
"Kicked out, huh?" Kyle drew off of Chris' previous words.
"After we've been punished. Our families live by the old laws. Asaf and I would receive one hundred lashes before becoming castouts."
"A hundred lashes? You mean like getting beaten?"
"On the back and chances are we would live with the scars of our punishments for the rest of our lives."
"So what happened to Asaf?"
"Nothing. He still lives in Brooklyn and, like me, carves out a living for himself driving a limo and attending college part time."
"Same college?"
"Yes. He studies law." Then daydreaming as they stop at the entrance to the casual men's dressings, "Someday Asaf will make such a handsome lawyer!"
"What keeps you two from shacking up?"
"Huh?"
"Shacking up... finding your own apartment and living together?"
"No. That would not be good. Our families would find out and then... No. That is out of the question. For right now Asaf and I do not see each other."
"Do you `want' to see each other, Chris?"
Shucking the question, Chris responds, "There are a lot of fine things here." Picking up a pair of socks, he reads, "Twenty-two dollars?"
Kyle could tell Chris was used to the 6-pack Hanes!
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"Wow! That kid works fast!" Scotty tells Alex.
"What makes you say that?"
"Michael's cleaning dishes and pans faster than I can mess them up!"
Alex giggled.
One of the Coffee Bean waiters walks in and informs Alex, "There's a hot looking guy out there looking for a job. I'd suggest hiring him only for the fact he's a good shoo in for all the hot guys who will sit at a table, buying tons of coffee and pastries just to gawk over him."
"Thanks for your valued opinion, Derek. I'll take that into consideration," Alex pats Derek on the shoulder.
Walking out the kitchen door, Alex looks around, not seeing anyone who fit the desription of a guy looking for a job.
"Excuse me, but are you Alex?"
Alex turns, seeing immediately what Derek meant.
"Alex Nouguet," Alex extends his hand to the one already offered.
"I'm Adrian Stetson. Good to meet you." Noticing Alex checking out the uniform, he explains, "Sorry about the outfit, but I just got off my other job."
"Which would be?" Alex figured he would wind up asking anyway.
"Security guard at the posh club downtown, `Trapeze'?"
Alex knew it. He knew the names, provided by Kyle, of just about every gay club in the city. He smiled, realizing Adrian left out the `gay'. "That's a gay night club, isn't it?"
"Um," Adrian got a bit clammy, "that's okay isn't it?"
Smiling, Alex replies, "Sure. My partner took me there once. I'm surprised I didn't see you."
"I haven't been working there long. It is sort of a change for me."
Taking Adrian in the back. Things turned from professional to personal as Alex listened to Adrian story. Adrian told of him being a policeman, his partner, of which he had a secret admiration, then witnessing him being killed in the line of duty. "After that I kind of got `spooked'. I found myself calling out sick when I wasn't sick."
Alex has the insight, "Or maybe you weren't physically sick?"
Admitting it, Adrian says, "You've got it. I'm reluctant to mention it, since most people think seeing a psychiatrist means you're crazy."
"Not the way I see it," Alex replies, remembering one of his high school buds having depression, taking medication and living a normal life, "when you've got a cough you go to the doctor. Same with a shrink, right?"
"Well put," Adrian agreed.
"So let me look this over... lived in Nyack, New York and... where is that by the way?"
"Rockland County... upstate... directly across from Westchester. Nyack is on the west side of the Tappan Zee Bridge," Adrian said.
"Then you went to the police academy, graduated, became a cop, left the job to become a security job and now you want to spend your days waiting on tables and keeping a civilized tongue while patrons complain about their coffee being cold?"
"The truth Alex?"
"I'd like it that way."
"I feel like my life is in transition. It's been rough over the past two years and I think I need a break altogether from any kind of law enforcement. Slowly over the last six months I've been searching. For what I don't know, but I know it's there waiting for me. Make sense?"
Alex agreed, but knew he was needed back outside in the breakfast nook. "When can you start?"
"Now if you have some proper attire?" Adrian responds.
"I think we can dig up some duds for a big fellow like you!"
"Sorry. I had no choice in the matter," Adrian says of his 6'2 height.
"What about under the shirt?" Alex asks boldly.
"Okay, so I work out. A guy's got to maintain his sixpack."
"Wish I had one!" Alex replies.
After outfitting Adrian, Alex leaves him under Ian's guidance.
Adrian makes comment, "Shirt's a little tight, but it's all Alex could come up with."
"You kidding, Adrian? You'll get tips just because of your sexy abs!"
"Not if I spill coffee in some guy's lap!"
"Hmm... I'd rather think you would be instantly forgiven!" Then after the joke, Ian gets serious with, "Oh no. It's `the pest' again."
"Who?" Adrian asks, looking towards the entrance, seeing a hot guy stroll in.
"David Sonnemaker," Ian tells, expanding, "Tried to get Alex to come to one of his kinky little parties at his Westchester estate."
"Oh really?" Adrian asks. "And did Alex go?"
"Hell no. Alex isn't into that BXM and D stuff."
Adrian corrects Ian, "You mean BDS & M?"
"Whatever. So every chance he gets he comes in here and asks for Alex to wait on him. Tell ya, Alex's got the patience of a saint. But hell, I'd do almost anything for the hundred dollar tip Sonnemaker leaves!"
Looking around, naturally David Sonnemaker picks out the only waiter available. "I'd like Alex to wait on me if he's about?"
Adrian wasn't oblivious to Sonnemaker checking him out.
"I'll see if he doesn't have his hands stuck in some biscuit mix," Ian replies.
"I'll take my usual table?" Sonnemaker more dictates to Adrian.
With inside information, Adrian has some ideas of his own. "Got just the table for you." He leads Sonnemaker to the back of the Coffee Bean, table which is the last to fill, as Ian told Adrian because of the out of the way spot, poorly lit and behind a planter.
"This is `not' my regular table!" Sonnemaker complains.
Having first hand knowledge, Adrian takes the situation in hand, "Listen bud, this is my first day on the job. You go and get me fired and there will be hell to pay. So sit your ass down there and I'll be back with the menu."
Adrian left the thirty-five year old standing there with his mouth gaping open. However, something down below made him feel more excited than filled with anger.
In the kitchen, Ian is telling, "Guess what Alex? Your secret admirer just walked in!"
"Why me?" Alex replies, the same answer he always gives when David Sonnemaker makes an appearance. So accepting his fate, Alex leaves the kitchen and goes out into the diningroom. He looks around, seeing the table Sonnemaker always occupies. Not seeing him, he reports back to the kitchen, "Ian, you better have your eyes checked."
"Huh?"
"Sonnemaker is `not' here."
"But I saw.... Adrian and I saw him with our own eyes. Ask him."
"Ask me what?" Adrian asks.
Ian puts it to him, "Didn't David Sonnemaker just walk into the Coffee Bean?"
"Yeah. I showed him to a table. Problem?"
"Just any table?" Ian inquires.
"Yeah. He acted like a baby when I showed him to the table in the back corner, but I told him to shut up and park his ass!"
"You what?" Alex and Ian both ask at the same time, jaws dropped like goldfish.
"Got to get a menu," Adrian said, nonchalantly making his exit.
Five seconds later Alex and Ian were on his tail. They watched, seeing David Sonnemaker sitting at the table in the far corner, almost invisible at the artificially lighted table, as opposed to the wide open glass window with the sun shining in, his favorite table.
"That didn't take long," Adrian said when talking with Alex and Ian.
"What didn't take long?" Alex asks, knowing Adrian was busting to tell.
"Sonnemaker. Invited me over to his house this evening for a private party."
"Private party, huh?" Alex replies. "Did you ask Sonnemaker just what kind of parties he has?"
"Oh yeah," Adrian says, like he's known for years. "It's going to be a nice, long, long night tonight!"
Alex has a questioning look on his face, Ian pointing out, "I told Adrian about the wild, kinky, BCR & M parties..."
"BDSM," Adrian corrects him.
"And you like that stuff?" Alex guesses.
"Yeah," Adrian replies. Rubbing his hands together like he's thinking up a well-crafted plan, "It's going to be fun breaking in my slave boy tonight!"
Back in the kitchen, that's all Ian and Alex could talk about.
"Hey, if it gets Sonnemaker off my case why should I care?"
"'Hundred dollar tip' care?" Ian reminded him.
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"I need to take this off," Chris tells after looking at the price tag on the cuff of the Brioni jacket.
"You don't like it, Chris? I thought you looked very debonair in it?"
"It's not I don't like it, but I've got like $80 in my checking account. Not $8,000!" Chris complains to Kyle.
"May I suggest this tie, sir?"
Kyle smiled as Chris looked in the mirror, seeing the face attached to the hand placing the tie over Chris' shoulder and under his chin.
"Pink?" Chris contested, glancing from the silk fabric, darting his attention from tie to face-in-the-mirror.
"My favorite color," the black eye-glassed face responded.
"You're new. I haven't seen you at Braddock's before and I frequent here quite often," Kyle said.
"I used to work the boys department downtown. The time was right when one of the workers at `Braddock's Uptown' called out sick for an extended period of time, so I took it."
By this time the salesman's arm tired of holding the tie over Chris' shoulder and came to rest on top.
Kyle had in mind, "Um, this employee wouldn't happen to have a French accent?"
"That's him. Mr. Braddock said he had to hop a jet back to Iowa to take care of his sick mother."
All this time Chris waits patiently as the arm weighs heavily on his shoulder.
"Mr. Braddock, huh?"
"Yes. I didn't really want to... You see Mr. Braddock and my uncle are business associates and I've always wanted to act on things on my own behalf without my uncle interceding."
"Oh really?" Kyle responds. "I know Stephen Braddock quite well myself!"
"You do?" Chris finally breaks silence. "The Braddock who owns... Braddock's?"
"By the way, I'm Jacov Reuveni," Jacov finally removes his arm from Chris' right shoulder to offer it up to Kyle. "And sorry for eavesdropping, but I caught your name already Kyle."
Taking Jacov's hand Kyle introduces Chris.
Jacov asks Chris, "You don't mind shaking hands with a Jewish guy I see?"
"I was an Iraqi while in Iraq. Now I am an American citizen. I don't harbor any resentment from the old ways."
Being forward, Kyle offers, "Then there's no reason why you two shouldn't hook up for a date!"
Chris is quick to say, "But how do you know... Jacov... he...."
"One," Kyle states, "you two wouldn't be making a connection so long," at which point Chris and Jacov unclasp hands, "and two, I `just know'!"
Smiling, Chris reveals, "Kyle found me out before I even set foot into his house!"
"Ah, so lucky to have `the gift'," Jacov says.
"Gift?" Chris questions Jacov's motives.
"He means `gaydar', Chris." Then moving on Kyle says, "Chris will take the suit!"
"I `will not' take the suit!" Chris exclaims. "I've already explained to Kyle I haven't more than $60 in my checking account!"
Smiling, Jacov looks to Kyle and says, "Then it will be a gift from us."
Walking around, Kyle listened in to the pair, Jacov showing off his knowledge of highend clothing, teaming up different colors coordinated to fit both the color group and telling, "This looks good on me, so it should look good on you."
"I don't get it," Chris responded.
"We're about the height and weight, don't you agree?"
Sure, Chris had checked Jacov out but wasn't totaling up stats. "I suppose dealing with men's clothing everyday you get to know by appearance their build?"
Right off the bat Jacov says, "5-10, 180 pounds, give or take?"
Stunned, Chris says, "5-11 and 178, but... how accurate!"
"I'm 5-10 and you looked a few pounds more than me."
"Is that so?" Chris replied.
"Right," Jacov said, knowing he was being put on the spot. When I had you change your shirt from the white to the tan, I kind of... well it was tough not to..." he smiled before finishing out, "check you out?"
Pointing to his watch Kyle butt in, "Hate to rush you two but we've got reservations at the Mesa Grill at one?"
"Make sure you say hello to Bobby for me," Jacov tells Kyle.
"Bobby who?" Chris asks.
"Never mind," Kyle says, dragging Adrian by the arm.
"Shall I have the suit delivered?" Jacov suggests.
"Personally!" Kyle returns.
"But I didn't change out of...." It's then Chris realizes he's the only one wearing an $8,000.00 suit. "But what about you?"
"I'll explain later," Kyle said as he chased Chris out of the store, still in his tee shirt.
After two minutes of standing in front of Braddock's, Chris inquires, "Is there a reason we are standing here?"
"Waiting for some wheels to get us downtown."
"But we have some wheels." Chris said as another limo pulled up. "Asaf?" he questioned when the limo driver hopped out.
"Kyle?"
Like his other half, Kyle had a keen sense of separating the good guys from the riff raff. Of Chris he had a good feeling, so didn't draw up any caution when handing him an envelope.
Opening it, Chris questions, "Who's credit card is this?"
"Mine and I'm holding your limo as collateral. I'm sure you know the road back to my townhouse?"
Full of questions, Chris had a million to ask, but was hurried away into the limo, Kyle pressing the matter of them getting their foot in the door by 2:30.
"What is this all about Chris? How come I never know your friend?" Asaf asks.
"I'll explain later," Chris replies. All alone in the back of the limo Chris' thoughts run amuck, thinking of meeting Jacov in the store, followed by Kyle's gesture in handing him a credit card to pay for lunch, then his anxiety mellows out as he thinks about spending lunch with Asaf. Out of all of this he wondered where his life was headed. For sure, when he woke up this morning he figured this would be just another day taking a car load of suits uptown or downtown.
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"Well guys? What do you think?"
"You don't have to rub it in, Adrian," Ian says of the $100 bill being waved through the air.
Adrian directs, "You let a good man slip through your fingers, Alex."
"First of all Adrian, David Sonnemaker and I are not compatible, secondly I've already got a guy I want to spend eternity with and thirdly," he brightened up his reply, "Thanks for taking him off my tail!"
"Oh don't you worry about that ever happening Alex. From now on David wouldn't as much give you a look. That is if he knows what's good for him."
"What does he mean?" Scotty asks, standing in the lull of the moment, chatting with the others.
But it's eighteen year old Michael Coelho who steps into the ring of co-workers to explain, "What Adrian is trying to say is he owns' David Sonnemaker. Almost happened to me when I was hitching cross the country. But I got out of that situation quickety-split. No man is telling me what to do!"
Scotty, who hardly cracks a joke worth laughing at voices his opinion, "Looks like slavery's back in town! Speaking of which, Michael, there's a pile of pots to be cleaned?"
"What happened to `no man telling you what to do', Michael?" Ian asks.
"Depends on the man!"
"Besides," Alex sets them straight, "this is Michael's first day. Would be great if he did good enough to make a reprise tomorrow!"
"I think he's doing a great job," Ian said.
As Ian and Alex chatted about Michael and how well he's doing, Adrian welcomed a couple, a bear of a man and his cub, seating them. What really grabbed his interest were the cuffs around each of their lefts wrists. One read master' and the other, slave'.
"Nice touch," Adrian mentions.
At first the two beefy men didn't get the picture, the `master' asking, "Begging your pardon?"
"Nice looking cub you have there," Adrian nodded to the young man appearing to be in his mid twenties.
Words were batted back and forth, first the bear, him introducing himself formally as Master Norberto', and his cub, Petr'. They hit it off instantly, Adrian telling of his `charge', David. One thing led to another and it wound up whereas Norberto and Petr were invited over to what could lead to a wild evening at David Sonnemaker's estate. Something piqued Adrian's interest, the fact Petr didn't answer for himself, but rather Norberto taking the responsibility of his cub's actions. He wondered how things would evolve with Sonnemaker. Norberto adds to the evening's menu the duffle bag of toys he keeps in the back of the jeep!
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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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