You know the drill: 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, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
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FOR SALE BY OWNER ~ Life On The Drawing Board 05 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Authorized to use the elevator, Michael Coelho didn't need clearance, an announcement, to enter or whirl up to the condo and in no time, he and his guests were confronted by the opening doors.
"Hey guys!" Michael announces himself and Darryl. But before he can introduce his guest, his eyes are wide open with astonishment at the uniformed Latino.
Seeing it right away, Alex says, "Hey guys, this is my brother Joey."
First dibs at the handshaking, Michael says, "Cool! Alex is always talking about his brother, 'Joey in Iraq'. I guess you must be him!"
"That's me!" Joey replies with a smile. "And you are?"
"Oh! I didn't say who I was?" Michael replies.
Kyle, Chad and Peter had headed for the kitchen for some cookies and milk, Alex left to fend, "This is Michael, Joey and his boyfriend, Darryl and.... and I don't know who you are?" Alex says to the third dude off the elevator.
Before Michael can say, "I'm Kellan Ackerman. We met this afternoon at my family's bakery and cafe. Are you Alex or Kyle?"
Alex names himself, telling the whole, "This is my brother Joey."
Seeing the uniform, Kellan asks, "Are you on furlough?"
"Um," Joey begins to say, Alex intervening, "He's home for awhile."
On his trip home, Joey thought about it and decided on being upfront, something he hadn't made mention to his brother, so sets the record straight, "Actually I'll be home for quite awhile. I got kicked out for being gay."
Alex replies, "I wasn't sure you wanted people to know, Joey."
Kellan says, "I think it's great." Of course he wasn't saying so for principle's sake, but because, like Alex, Joey was hot looking! After reflecting on his feelings, he amends, "I mean, it's not so hot for the reason." And compassionately, "I'm real sorry."
Then they hear shouted out loud, "Micha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-el!"
Barely able, Michael attempts to scoop Peter up in his arms, like Alex, but gets bowled over. "Hi!" he says, Peter getting up from knocking him over onto his back.
"Would make a great tackler for football!" Darryl says.
Getting up, Peter pulls on Michael's hand saying, "C'mon! Kyle's got some chocolate chip cookies for us!"
As Michael heads off to the kitchen, Darryl is with him, Alex on his way.
Between them is Joey, who confronts Kellan, "So where's this bakery and cafe your family owns?"
He thought of telling them there would be plenty of cookies for all, but Alex decided to leave Joey and Kellan, allowing nature to take its course!
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"Wow that was quick!"
They couldn't see much of Armando, but there Ellio was, naked and kneeling, his pelvis thrusting to and fro.
Byron comments along with Micah, "We were gone like five seconds and their clothes are off?"
"Not to mention Ellio 'sunk in'?" Micah replies, giggling.
Not missing a beat, Ellio yells out, "I feel a draft. Get yer fuckin' selves in here or get out!"
"You think I'm going to let you talk like that to me?" Micah says, with a gallon of mischief in reserve.
"Mica-a-ah?" Byron exclaims, watching him take a running leap. "Oh fuck!"
'Oh fuck' was right, Micah slapping his chest against Ellio's back, him falling over, his rock-hard shaft penetrating Armando to the fullest extent, even deeper.
"Akk-k-k-k-k-koh-h-h-h!" Armando comments by the sudden impalement.
In Byron's preteen years, he and Ellio had talked about almost every aspect under the sun which had to doing gay stuff. As he walked over towards the bed he thought about Ellio's thoughts on fucking and being fucked. At the time Ellio had offered his ass up to Byron, on a temporary basis, to try out the concept of 'fucking ass', but Byron had nixed the idea. There was Micah, lying right on top of Ellio and as it stood, he had his choice of either slamming his 8.5c into his boyfriend's ass, or, as they having been toying with the idea of this 'orgy' business, he could very well aim lower!
"It felt like totally awesome dude," Ellio tells Micah, "but I'd like to finish out this awesome fuck sometime soon?"
He did roll off Ellio and now lay there on his back, right next to the cum-well Ellio was drilling. Micah didn't say anything, knowing the pleasures a man goes through with a hot dick doing him.
Ellio gets a second boost of pubic energy when Byron keels over on top of him. And, assuming an adamant demeanor, almost whispering in Ellio's ear, "Remember your offer?"
"Offer? What offer?" Ellio replies with an annoyed tone. Then, he faces forwards, his face showing his recollection of something he told Byron a few years prior.
"To fuck you?" Byron reminds him.
"You were sixteen and had a dinky, little four inch dick, bro!"
Micah adds to the conversation as he lays on his back, one hand behind his head, flaunting his hairy pit, the other hand playing with himself. 'Knowing' about his lover, he comments, "Wow! You more than doubled in size in two years?"
Ellio turns to Micah, says, "You stay out of this!" And to Byron, "Wanna let me up bro, so I can finish Armando off?"
Armando, standing to benefit double from the impromtu gangbang, "No! Fuck'm!"
"Shut up!" Ellio says to Armando, slapping his side.
Micah smiles, saying, "You shouldn't have promised him if you were going to go back on your word, Ellio?"
"You!" Ellio turns on Micah, "Keep your trap shut!"
Giggling, Micah spreads his legs, skates his fingers down under his balls and stabs his own tight hole with one finger, saying, "Too late! It's already open!"
"And you can fuck me, Micah?" Armando suggests.
He got another pink handprint, this time on the side of his ass, Ellio warning him, "Nobody's fuckin' this tight ass but me!" Getting the upper hand in the 'fucking' matter, Ellio cautions, "Why don't you just worry about takin' care of your own man's needs!"
Micah knew Byron had no intentions of porking his pal's ass and smiled, watching Byron back down on his threat, him saying, "Oka-a-a-ay," his voice trailing off as he slowly over.
But an "Oh shit!" rang out as Byron's shoulder packs a wallop to Micah's nuts.
"Oh sorry. I hope I didn't ruin anything?" he stood on hands knees, like a man ready to suck and enjoy.
"No," Micah replies, "but I don't know about you, but I'm kind of hard here and it's not going to take much to blow my load?"
It only made Byron smile, inching his knees up to Micah like a car at a parking garage, lifting legs to his shoulders.
Their interruption had thrown things off kilter for Ellio, but the 'free porn', his bird's eye view of seeing Byron feed his hard tube into Micah's ass chamber refueled the fire.
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"Okay! Okay! I confess! I confess!" Kyle quickly spurt out his decision and cave in to Alex's terrorist threat.
Lightly holding his hand over his crotch, Alex replies, "Works everytime," he said for general purposes.
Taking it differently, Kyle says, "Oh really? And 'who' else have you threatened with your 'weapon of mass destruction', Alex?"
Knowing he was in a slight fix, "No one." But then he smiled.
"Are you sure about that?" Kyle detected something different.
"Well," Alex softly treads on his words, "I was saving this for sometime when the situation was right...."
Folding his arms across his middle and tapping one foot on the carpet, Kyle says, "I'd say the situation was right?"
Looking across the foyer, he knew he was out of the picture where Peter was concerned, Chad and Michael and his friends keeping each busy in conversation, so says, "Nothing other than some boyhood fooling around."
If he was better than Alex, he could have stood to condemn his lover for keeping secrets, but since it was out in the open, he drops the stern repose, "Yeah, I know what you mean!"
They looked at each other, both now knowing there was someone else in each of their lives, before they came together.
Before either could divulge anything, Peter comes racing across the room, saying, "Michael says Darryl says Chad and me can go scuba diving with him and you guys can come too!"
With pompous attitude, Kyle says, "What? And get my beautiful, blond hair wet?"
It sets off Peter laughing, when Alex says, "Get'm a pretty, pink bathing cap!"
Again Peter laughs, as Kyle replies, "Do they come in green... you know, the environment?"
More important than the laughing, Peter says, "We're gonna see all kinds of cool fish, right Michael?"
Michael, repeating from Darryl, informs them, "Yup! Fish of all colors, sizes and shapes and maybe even a shark!"
Getting serious, Peter loses a little humor, asking, "Shark? Yikes! Do we gotta see a shark?"
"They don't have sharks in the practice area," Darryl tries to comfort the lad.
But it wasn't only Peter he added words of comfort for, Kellan finally breaking silence, "Um, would they happen to have somebody willing to teach a non-swimmer how to swim?"
Who other than his own brother, Alex says, "Joey can't swim either."
Joey contradicts, "I didn't, but learned real quick at boot camp." And they all let nature take its course when Joey says to Kellan, "I'll teach you if somebody's got a swimming pool handy?"
Leave it to Peter, "You can use Garth's swimming pool when we go there for my birthday party!"
Things began to calm down, Joey and Kellan getting a visual picture from Peter on the layout of Garth Chilton's horse farm out in Jersey.
Darryl, Michael and Chad talked 'Galapagos', while Kyle and Alex stood in the wings.
"By the way, what were we doing in the way of 'dinner'?" Alex confronts Kyle.
"I was thinking of whipping together some Shepherd's Pie, since there's not much left in the fridge?"
From the homefront, Alex references, "It's one of the weekly meals I hoped I escaped for the rest of my life!"
"Oh, so I not only dragged you away from your trick back home in Pennsy, but rescued you from Mom's Shepherd Pie?"
Since conversation had floated back to their previous conversation and part of his secret had migrated back into their lives, Alex replies, "Lance Hawk and you?"
"You and Lance?" Kyle exclaims.
"Yeah," Alex replies, smiling
"That is so-o hot!"
"You're supposed to be stark-raving mad," but then Alex remembers, "but 'who' was the lucky guy in your life before you met me?"
"Nobody special. Just a slot receiver on the high school football team."
As Alex asks, "Stats?" the elevator rumbles awake.
They didn't pay much attention to the elevator. If it were some person they didn't see on a regular basis, Ellis Sinkler would have announced their forthcoming. But after Alex and Kyle divulging their past information regarding 'lovership', they were surprised out of their gourds when the doors opened!
"L-Lance?" Alex said with question, rubbing his hands together, all clammy and such. He glances to Kyle, then back to Lance, then to Kyle, as if looking for the go ahead to hug his high school swimming team chum.
Surprised, he watches as Kyle asserts himself, "Well, if you're not going to welcome out guest...."
It's not often Alex would stand with dropped jaw, this being one of the occasions, watching Kyle scamper over to Lance with open arms. Then, he stood there, a smirk on his face, hand to his hip, as Kyle grabbed Lance up in his arms and welcomed him in a manly hug.
They were all a little shocked!
Breaking off, Lance says over Kyle's shoulder, "I thought you were engaged Alex? What gives?"
"Yeah, what gives? Forget what gives," Stephen Braddock barges past them. "Where's your jon. I gotta pee real bad!" He wasn't a stranger to their home, knew where the jon was, said it only to break up the scene.
However, it wasn't that crucial to create an intrusion, Peter exclaiming, "Garth! Chad, ya gotta meet Garth... he's giving me my birthday at his horse farm!"
Beefy bear, meeting average-man brother, the both had a smile for each other, Garth offering, "So! You're young-man-Peter's older brother?"
Strangers more or less, their first meeting, things didn't progress as such. Much as Kyle's first encounter with Lance, but more so, Garth's heart leaps, not only scooping up the twenty year old blond in his arms, but taking things further.
After breaking off his mouth-to-mouth greeting, Chad replies, licking his lips, "You don't leave much time for a man to say anything, do ya?"
Tagging Garth, a tug to his dress pants, Peter looks up at him and asks, "Are you gonna be boyfriends?"
"Hmm.... not there's a thought!"
Half the crowd let it go right over their heads. Stephen, returning from the jon, detected something weird, so paired off with Alex, Kyle and his knew houseman, Lance Hawk.
Alex wonders, "Hey, anybody see Joey?"
Kyle summises, "Find Kellan and I bet you're find Joey!"
They had slipped away into the family room.
Since Garth had taken up to talking with Chad about 'the birthday party', Peter befriended Stephen, leading him to the chocolate chip cookies, Alex, Kyle and Lance in tow.
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"Ah-h-h-h-h.... this is the life!"
Geoff Kenyon had every reason for saying so, lying there in bed, their incomplete bungalow hovering above. Down below the yet to be installed ceiling window, he relaxed with hands behind his head, arching his back, which suddenly forced his cock deeper into Swifty's throat.
He backed off, coughing, "Hey! You've got to warn me about things like that!"
"I'll give ya reason to complain!" Geoff laughed his ass off, watching Swifty struggling, both hands locked onto his nips, fingers and thumbs squeezing and twisting them fiercely.
"Oh shit!" Swifty barks in between pleasure and pain.
Stopping, Geoff asks in all seriousness, "What'd you go and do that for?"
Of shooting his wad all over Geoff's pubes and stomach, "Not my fault! You know how sensitive my nips are!"
Replacing his hands behind his head, getting comfy, Geoff smiles, replying, "And then what are you gonna do about soiling up my bod with your seed?"
Even though his nips were responsible for compromising the buildup which led to him unleashing his pent up load, the flame hadn't died out totally. Like kindling, his lover's words had reignited the fire, him responding with action and words, "I made the mess! I better clean it up!"
"You sure better," Geoff quips. Too, as his twenty-five year old lover sinks down to lying on his stomach, one of Geoff's hands unparks itself and accumulates the slime in his palm, folding it around his already hard shaft.
"Mm-m-m-m-m!" Swifty remarks as Geoff flavors the tasty treat awaiting him!
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"Can I tell you something?"
After foreplay has led to kissing, Joey replies, "Probably something I don't already know, but go ahead!"
With initially kissing Joey, Kellan's hands had slowly worked themselves to rubbing Joey's hairy pecs, unfastening his uniform a button at a time. In reciprocating fashion, Joey worked a little faster, Kellan's white bakery shirt barely clinging to his shoulders.
"I know this is 'so typical-gay', but... well not exactly, when I laid eyes on you, but the more I studied you," Kellan paused to view once more, Joey's hairy pecs, each dotted with a dark nip...
Joey butts in, "Yeah I know, so you had to have me... what next?"
It made Kellan laugh. Initially he wanted to present this to Joey in a relaxed, meaningful, sincere way, but since he got the raw version in his face, he put it bluntly, "Well Mr. Smartass, this is how I really feel about the whole thing!"
Surprised was the least Joey thought as Kellan bowls him over on the sofa, grinding his bod into him as he forces his lips upon him.
Behind Kellan's back, Joey's hands were making the sporty 'time-out', preceding Kellan breaking off for air.
He didn't say anything, just slid his bod down a little, his arms inside Joey's shirt, still embraced, palms to Joey's shoulder blades. Kellan's chin slid down Joey's hairy chest.
Of course they both were feeling something, their bulges pressing against each other.
His time-out history, Joey's hands now massaged Kellan's smooth back as he says, "I wonder if I was as brave as Alex, in coming out, if I would have met you, like he met Kyle?"
It took a moment to decipher, but when the message became clear, Kellan slid back up Joey's bod.
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
`FOR SALE BY OWNER ~ Life On The Drawing Board' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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