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" 10 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Big tipper."
"Jose does a good job."
"Yeah, but a $50 dollar bill?"
"He's one of the hardest working guys I know."
"He's nice, too," Alex recollected.
"By the way, thanks for bailing me out before."
"Oh? How?"
"Your last name. It never came up," Kyle confessed.
"Norguet? Are you sure? I thought I had mentioned it once, at least."
"Nope. Mine is Dryfiss, by the way."
"I caught it already."
"When?"
"Remember you explaining where you magically changed Keith into Knapp?"
"Oh right."
"Kyle, can I ask you something without you getting upset?"
"You want to know if I'm a virgin?"
"Nooooo.. I already know that!"
"Then?"
"Does your family.." Alex paused, then said to himself, `here goes nothing', "does... is there a lot of money in your family?"
"I would say so."
"You're not mad because I asked, are you?"
Calmly, Kyle replies, "Hardly. Father runs a good business. He gets lots of corporate accounts, like Eric Costa Vineyards, Luxury Hobbies, Zenon Media and of course Afon Hasteras."
"Impressive. Maybe someday he'll take on `Trade-Up'," Alex suggests.
"Trade-Up?" Kyle questions.
"The name I've given my briefs company."
"Sounds more like trading in your car!"
Kyle could see Alex was forcing a smile.
"Bad joke. Sorry."
"It's okay."
"It's not okay. I hurt your feelings and I'm sorry."
Alex shrugs his shoulders, saying, "It's no biggie. Say, are you going to turn the jeep on?"
"Yeah. I guess we can't go anyplace without... oh shoot! What'd I do with my keys?"
Alex starts laughing his ass off. Leaning on the hood of the jeep, Jose is dangling a chain of keys in the windshield!
"Forget something?"
"Yeah," Kyle replies, "my change."
"Forget it, amigo. You left the restaurant. All monies left behind become the property of my wallet!"
"Move outta the way before I'm accused of running you over!" Kyle jokes.
"I'm outta here and you're welcome!" Jose replies, before moving his toes out of the way.
"Nice guy."
"Yeah. You should see him dance. Hey, I got an idea!"
"What's that?"
"Do you have any samples of your G-String?"
"The one I wore last night to the prom."
"Cool! Let's give it to Jose to wear tonight while he's dancing. You know, get a little audience feedback?"
Alex says sarcastically, "I'm sure it wouldn't be my line of briefs on their minds!"
"You never know whom might walk into Eden. We're very popular on the nighttime gay scene."
"Okay. If you say so, but we better get back and get it washed."
"There's no time. Jose shows up early on a Sunday. He'll freak out if everything isn't perfect."
"You know him pretty well."
"I dated him for a week. It didn't work out."
"Strange. I would think you could get along with anyone."
"Nah," Kyle reports. "Besides, Jose has himself a cutie, Peter Lee."
"Any relation to the place we just ate at?"
"Yeah, son of Lee's Chinese Dragon."
"So, I suppose Peter is following in his father's footsteps?"
"Actually, `no'. Peter studies Cello. He's in his first year at Julliard."
"Awesome. So, he stays in the city with Jose?"
"They rent the loft above us."
"Loft?"
"Yeah. We all share the kitchen and jon facilities."
"So, the three of you, plus Knapp."
"Unless you want to make it five?"
"I told you, Kyle. I'm already going in with these four other guys."
Kyle accepted things the way they are for now.
"Things could change after my first year at FIT," Alex told him.
In a way, Alex was disappointed.
"Hey, want to play some miniature golf?"
"Sure."
Passing by it, Kyle makes a u-turn right in the middle of Asbury Ave. Right after his turn, sirens are heard.
"Uh-oh," Alex says, seeing lights flashing right behind them. "Hey, dummy, you made a `u', crossing a double line."
"Don't worry about it."
"Worry? The police car is pulling you over. He's prolly going to slap you with at least a $50 fine!"
"Hey, Kyle."
"What's up Kevin?"
"Nothing much. You did a `u' across a double line."
"I did?"
"I told you," Alex spoke up.
"Hmm... who's your buddy?"
"Alex Norguet."
"Hmm," Kevin says, "the name sounds familiar."
Kyle starts with this big speel, "Norguet underwear ring a bell?"
"Can't say I've heard of them," Kevin says.
"I can't believe you, Kevin, of all people, whom follows all the lastest men's fashion, hasn't heard of `Norguet Briefs'!"
"Sorry, there Alex. I'll have to check the stock at Braddock's."
"There's a Braddock's here?" Alex asked the police officer.
"Up on Cookman Ave. Not as big as their Manhattan location, but the prices are good."
Nonchalantly, Kyle asks, "Hey Kevin, you have time for a game of miniature golf?"
"Hmm... I suppose that's why you illegally made a u-turn, in the middle of the busiest of streets?"
"That's about the gist of it."
"Hmm.... good enough reason I suppose. Um, no I don't have time right now. Bye!"
As soon as the twenty-seven year old police officer appeared, he walked back to his cruiser. Then he came back, stuck his head in the window, his ass stuck out in traffic.
"Call me!"
"Why don't you come over to Eden tonight, unless you have to work."
"No, I'm off."
"Cool. Why don't you bring Bill with you?"
"Hmm... As long as you don't steal him away from me again."
"I didn't steal him away from you." Kyle insists, "It was the other way around. However, it doesn't really matter."
"Oh? How's that go?"
Kyle points to Alex with his thumb.
"Got myself a steady boyfriend."
"Congratulations... listen, I gotta run. Bye Alex!"
"Bye," Alex leans over Kyle and yells. "Nice guy."
"Nicer without the clothes on!"
"Oh?"
"I mean dancing at Eden. Even though he's one of Asbury's finest, he's not afraid to strip down and shake his groove thing, if you know what I mean!"
Alex laughed out loud, carrying Kyle along with him. They started up the jeep and proceeded up two blocks, cutting off the main drag. Parking, Kyle gave Alex a quick kiss.
"What was that for?"
"I like you? C'mon. Let's play some golf."
"I'm not very good at this," Alex replied.
Hopping out, Kyle made a beeline for the office, Alex in tow.
"Hey, Gary, two please."
"What's that?"
"Two passes to Eden for next Friday. Gary and his boyfriend wanted to attend the white party, but couldn't get tickets."
"So, you trade them off for a round of miniature golf?"
"Oh nooo. For the whole summer. C'mon."
Alex picked a club, with Kyle's expertise. With Alex's first try, he almost hit Kyle's jeep!
"Aim low this time, Alex!"
It was a good one. It ran all the way up a gang plank, around the barrel and through the little hole, which deposited it right near the hole.
"Heeeey!"
Alex laughed at Kyle when his ball raced up the conical area and came right back to him!
"Go ahead," Kyle leaned with his legs crossed, on the club.
"Watch. I'll prolly miss."
But even though Alex wasn't half trying, the golf ball richocheted off the side and fell right in the hole.
"Yeah sure. You haven't ever played this game in your whole life, Alex."
"I haven't. I swear!"
His first time, Kyle faked it, made himself miss on purpose. So now he decided he better get going and `try' to win. However he missed again. Around the conical slide, it came right back to him.
"You're trying to lose," Alex accused.
"No really. I'm trying. Just bad luck today."
At least, now, Kyle wasn't lying!
"My turn!" Alex rubbed it in.
Not for one minute did he believe Kyle wasn't cheating, to lose!
"Oooooh noooooooo!"
Kyle cracked up with laughter, as Alex's next ball went in the manmade lake. But finally, his ball went around the conical barrel, richocheted off the side and got pocketed in the hole.
"Alright! Alright! Alright!" Kyle shouted, jumping up and down.
In the meantime, Alex shucked his sneakers and waded into the little pool of water. He stood facing Kyle. Holding his golf club up high, he beat the water with all his might.
"Oops!" He said when the water splashed all over Kyle. "Sorry `bout that!"
It doused Kyle's laughter real quick. He bent down, picking his ball out of the hole.
"What tha?"
"Heeey! That's my ball!" Alex clamored.
"I don't believe it!" Kyle said with amazement.
Along with the water, Alex had propelled his ball to hop over the little wall and fall into the same pocket as Kyle's ball.
"You are so lucky."
"Yeah. Too bad it went the wrong way."
"Oh, so you meant to get me wet?"
"Oops!"
Alex started giggling, which had a ripple effect. Soon they both were laughing hardily.
"You knew you were supposed to go in the opposite direction."
"Yeah."
Every place, for the rest of the game, they fooled around, getting the other one wet, or the occasion of the sand trap, it's Alex who said he got sand in his eye. When Kyle went to take a look, Alex kissed him!
"Faker!"
"So, you don't like my kiss?"
Right there right off Asbury Ave., the two embraced. Horns started beeping til they broke it off.
"I'm hungry!" Kyle complained at the end of the game.
What should have taken the two fifteen or twenty minutes, tops, took ninety minutes. Fortunately they were there early enough, to play by themselves.
"What do you feel like?"
"I really feel like going to Braddock's. Look around?" Alex requested.
Kyle stood there, thinking.
"Pretty please?"
"Yeah, why not!"
They hopped in the jeep, cut in lane and made the left at Cookman Ave.
"Here we are."
"Where is it?"
"About six blocks down, but the Dairy Freez is right here."
Again, Alex was amazed at how much two tickets to Eden's White Party could buy!
"I haven't had a banana split since I was a kid," Alex told him.
"I have one, once a week."
"No wonder you're getting a `flat tire'."
"Yeah. I can't wait to get back to Manhattan and hit the gym. I'll have to get you in."
"I can't afford a gym membership."
"Who says you're paying, Alex. You'll be `my guest'."
"Everyday? Wouldn't they get wise?"
"Nah. I have a sort of agreement with Owen."
"Who's Owen?"
"The owner's son. McCormack's Gymnasium."
"Don't laugh. I've never been to a real gym."
"Really? You'll love the personal trainers. All gay. Every last one of them."
"Cool!" Alex said, excitedly. "So, you've sampled each of them? Who's best?"
"No, I haven't sampled anybody."
"Sorry. I was just joking. I know you were saving yourself for me... I mean for some special guy."
Kyle sat there at the cafe side Dairy Freez, his spoon getting licked off, staring at Alex.
"What?"
"I think I found the guy I want to be that `special guy'."
"Who?"
"You, stoopid!"
"Me? I thought you wanted somebody smart?" Alex toyed.
"I do."
Catching Alex off guard, Kyle stole one of his strawberries.
"Hey! Thief! Where's Kevin when you need him?"
"He's prolly at Braddock's trying on all the g-strings!"
"C'mon. Hurry. I can't wait to get there!"
"If I eat ice cream fast it'll give me a headache, Alex."
"I'll kiss it and make it better!"
Kyle started wolfing down his ice cream, like there was no tomorrow!
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