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 07 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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About a week ago, the two were taking the subway downtown, but this week they became official friends. It was Jason van der Linde who sat in the subway car, glancing across the way at the dude with the trumpet. First time he didn't think anything of it, but after going home and looking up the song he downloaded from the iTunes store, he realized the simularities between the one-of-five band members which made up 'Los Gatos Frescos'. Then he was cursing himself for not being bold enough to ask.
That same night, Carlos Guerra was wondering if the light brown-haired dude on the subway was really checking him out. Secondly, was it the dude was gay and thought him a prospect for sex or otherwise, or was 'Los Gatos Frescos' finally getting some recognition, whereas people tried to recall where, in music circles, they had seen him? But this particular guy stayed on his mind.
Then it happened, both being chivalrous, allowing the other to leave the car before the other, both getting thrown out by an onery rider just wanting to exit.
"What'd ya say?" Jason asks, making a face from the awful sound of the subway on its way uptown, stopping. It ached for him to know and it wasn't until they cleared the subway entrance, Jason could calmly ask, "Are you with Los Gatos Frescos?"
"I was wondering," Carlos returns.
"What?"
Rather than dwell on himself, Carlos asks, "Where are you headed?"
Looking around, Jason replies with a smile, "Would you believe New York University?"
Laughing, Carlos says, "You're only about sixty blocks off?"
All Jason could do is stand there with a smile on his face, because he summed up Carlos knew he wasn't a thrill-seeker after an autograph. But eventually he had to say something, "I suppose I should get on the subway then," he thumbed his finger up the block.
Thinking Jason such a cutie, Carlos didn't want him to leave, didn't want to chance not meeting him again on the subway, inviting him, "I'm rehearsing with the orchestra at the Met, if you have a few minutes?"
"Met?" Jason replies. He was into Indie rock. What did he know about classical music!
Knowing Jason wasn't getting it, Carlos put it past him, saying, "Yeah, you know... some grimalkins running around on stage screeching their lungs out and dudes dressed up in drag?"
Thinking Carlos serious, not even knowing what 'grimalkin' meant, Jason returns in a serious manner, "Oh sure. I think I can get into it."
'How sweet', Carlos thought, Jason being cute and going along with him. And as they walked, he thought Jason talking about himself, being in his high school musical, the glee club and anything else he could think of which referenced music. "Were you ever in a band?" he asks Jason.
"Nah. Not really. I played guitar, but was so terrible at it, they took it away from me."
"Took it away from you?" Carlos asks.
"Yeah," and as Jason acts it out, raises his hand, like Ted Nugent or some other rock band character and chops his guitar over a railing, "broke it up right in front of me because they couldn't stand to hear me play!"
"So you were out of the band?"
Softening up, Jason replies, "Was, until somebody heard me singing in the jon while I was taking a leak!"
"So you became a backup singer?" Carlos supposes.
"No." With a more pompous attitude, Jason relays, "'Lead' singer!" He breathes out onto his tarnished fingernails and shines them up on his shirt with his pride!
"Can you sing in Spanish?"
"Nah. Only know English," Jason replies, totally oblivious to where Carlos was going with this.
He's also informed of, "But alas!" Jason pushes back his buzzcut with his baseball cap, "I'm leaving the music business behind me for a career in crime and punishment!"
People were waiting on line for a special rehearsal performance of 'Le Compte Ory', but tagging along on Carlos' shirttail, it was an easy shoo-in for Jason.
After they got inside the musician's entrance, Jason looks back a few times, saying, "I think the security guard is interested in me."
Grabbing Jason's arm and tugging him off to the side, Carlos replies, "Well Jake better get un-interested!"
"Jake? That's his name?" Jason questions.
Inside a small room, one where musicians stashed their things and gave themselves a chance to warmup on their instruments, Carlos shuts the door, replying, "That began and ended quick!"
"Huh?" Jason asks.
Before it could be explained to Jason, in words, Carlos had him backed up against the wall, his two hands on Jason's hands, both eagle-spread arms and lips together.
When Carlos broke off the sweet kiss, Jason says of it, "Man do you work fast!"
If Jason thought that was 'fast', Carlos was about to speed up the action, saying, "I've got about an hour," and he starts untucking Jason's tee shirt from the front of his pants, "if you've got some spare time?"
He did. More than enough. In fact, Jason's sole purpose for heading down to NYU was to check the campus and grounds out. To answer Carlos, "Why do I get this feeling you're trying to get me to quickly forget about Jake?"
Backing off, Carlos allowed Jason's shirt to flop down over his hairy abs, saying, "You want Jake?" He nods his head towards the door, "Go!"
No, Jason didn't really want the twenty-something security guard. Sure he looked drop-dead gorgeous and his pants 'showed', but it was Carlos' looks which charmed him on the subway. Dropping the serious composure, Jason smiles as he takes the tails of his shirt and sweeps it up and over his head. "Um, is the door locked?"
Smiling, glad Jason chose wisely, Carlos turns and goes to the door. "It's lock...e,." he slowly renders, as he turns and looks upon Jason, his pants down and going for the saggy boxer-briefs.
"You better hurry and catch up!" he tells Carlos.
"I think I need some help."
All wrapped up in his jeans, Jason left his sneakers and pants behind, wadded on the floor. Walking over to Carlos, he goes for the Latino's tee shirt.
Looking down, he made Jason hesitate, him pulling on the elastic waistband.
"I hear sightseeing is one of the most recreational things to do in New York?"
"Yeah and," Carlos remarks on what he finds, "Italian restaurants are famous for their big, plump sausages!"
"Um, like van der Linde is Dutch?" Jason says.
Reaching right in, feeling up Jason's goods, causing his mouth to form an 'o' at the sensitivity of Carlos feeling up his balls, he tells, "Looks like I found some nice Swedish meatballs!"
It didn't matter to either, Carlos being off on his geography!
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"Peter, what are you doing?" his brother asks.
"Helping Kyle clean up, okay?" Peter replies, setting 'everything' in the kitchen sink.
Kyle replies, "It's nice that 'somebody' offers a hand!" he looked directly at Alex.
"But honey, can't you see I'm still sitting here enjoying my morning coffee?" He then realizes, "Oops!" Holding it by the handle, Alex tilts it over the saucer. "Empty!"
Shaking his head Kyle goes for the half-filled carafe.
"Can I do it?" Peter begs.
"It's really hot, Peter," Kyle cautions him.
Peter defends himself, "I'm almost eleven?"
So, with Kyle's guidance Peter brings the carafe towards Alex.
"Alex, what are you doing?" Kyle asks.
Placing the saucer on his lap, Alex replies, "In case it gets spilt. 'don't want anything to get ruined?"
He thought he was being coy, Peter saying, "I'm not going to pour it on your balls Alex!"
"Peter?" Chad exclaimed.
It set off a chain reaction, the hot pot hitting the quart container or milk, knocking over the cereal box, hitting the spoon placed in the sugar, creating a catapult, granules winding up on Chad's periodical, regarding homes in New Jersey.
"Now who's fault is that?" Peter wisely asks.
Kyle follows suit, "Yeah. Who's fault is that?"
"Yeah," Alex goes to put the blame, "Who's...."
"Alright, alright. What's everybody ganging up on poor old me?"
Darryl had left late last night, Michael waking rather late, asking, "Hey, is that coffee for me, Pete?"
Suddenly Peter was the ruler of the coffee, telling Kyle, "Get him a cup!"
"I got one here, Peter?" Alex sweetly says, reminding Peter of the real reason he's latched onto the pot.
Kyle helped Peter fill the cup for Michael, Peter responding, "You don't want to be selfish Alex, do you?"
"Me? Selfish? Why there isn't a selfish bone in my bod!" followed by, "Don't forget to save me some!"
They all laughed, Peter pouring 'spit' into Alex's mug, asking, "That enough?"
Being a good sport, Alex replies, "Plenty!" he sips down mostly air. "I'm so full!" Then to Kyle, "What time are we supposed to meet up with Tom Vasco?" Before he can get an answer 'shivers', saying, "Ooo... I left the vibrator on!" He retrieves his cell out of his pocket.
They all listen in as he first asks, "How did you get my number?"
Followed by, "Oh, I did, did I? Okay, no problem."
After a very brief silence, "Oh, that's not good."
Then, "Well, Milo, you've got to do what you gotta do."
And then what they've all become accustomed to before Alex cuts off, "Okie-dokie, bye!"
It was obvious, as everyone heard the focal point of the conversation, Michael immediately saying as he threw his spoon into the sea of milk and Capn'Crunch, "Oh great! Let me guess... Milo's not going to tutor me for my high school diploma?"
Moving around the corner of the table in his chair, Alex rubs Michael's back, saying, "You know there's plenty of tutors, who would be willing to teach you what you need to know to pass the exam, Michael-honey?"
Michael gets a surprise, Peter right his other side and just like Alex, the ten year old's hand rubbing over his shoulder blade, saying, "Don't worry Michael-honey, everything's gonna be okie-dokie!"
Of course they all smiled, Peter immitating one of the best friends he's ever had.
"But..." Michael still remained on a downer.
"What?" Alex asks.
In replication, Peter doing likewise, "What Michael-honey?"
It drew some giggles, but not loud enough to offend.
Michael plainly says, "It was all settled, with Milo." And then, "I don't have money for a tutor!"
Alex says subtly, "Didn't you hear? Kyle's loaded!"
"Yeah," Kyle replies, "just call me Kyle-moneybags!"
Peter has a field day with this, "Can I have some money Kyle-moneybags?"
Chad says, "Peter, even if you're joking...."
"But I want it to help my friend Michael," he protests.
Alex replies, "Yeah, chill, Chad!"
Chad replies, "Hmm... I don't know about you guys, but," he gets up, "I think I better get in the shower."
For a luxury condo, built upwards and becoming part of the New York skyline, it's the one thing Kyle had complained about, with only three and a half baths, two bedrooms having to share one community jon.
However, when Chad reached the bedroom he and Peter were sharing, he thought it strange to hear the shower in their jon in operation. Walking to the back of the spacious room, he opens the door to steam. He yells out the obvious, "Somebody in here?" He then cringes at saying something as stoopid!
"Oh hi Chad," Joey replies, opening the rather spacious shower stall.
Of course Chad is all eyes, following the contours.
Joey furthers, "I don't know what's wrong with it, but only cold water comes out of our shower..."
"Our?" Chad replies.
Right next to Joey, Kellan appears, saying, "I hope it's okay we borrowed your shower?"
"No, it's okay. I can hop in after you're done."
New to the gay scene, it took some thinking for Joey to get into the shower with another guy. As for Kellan, he's 'been there, done that' and without an awkward thought, "You can join us if you want?"
"J-join us?" Joey questions.
"Um, I dunno, I..." Chad replies. He's trying to talk himself out of it, but rightly, he would love to be right on in there with them, especially where it comes to seeing Joey's dripping wet, hairy bod, then drenched pubes and what it holds.
Kellan makes it Joey's choosing, "There's plenty of room in here isn't there Joey?"
"Uh... oh sure...." Skeptical, "Plenty of room!"
Chad was unsure. What if Peter came in and found him in the shower with two other guys? "No, I better not."
Being the good guy he is, Kellan was always one to help guys over hurdles and squeezing past Joey, lifts his foot over the tub wall, "Oh come on," then to Joey, "you don't mind if Chad joins us, do you Joey?"
"No complaints from me!" Joey Nouguet explains, watching Kellan begin to lift Chad's shirt off overhead with his wet hands.
"Um, I better make sure the door is locked."
"I'll get it!" Joey offers. By the time he gets back, Kellan had Chad stripped to the buff. And so awestruck by Chad's blond features, especially enhanced by the awesome crotch, he exclaims, "Oh man, you're beautiful!"
Eventually the three got in the shower, Kellan taking the responsibility of foreman, soaping up Chad's back, handing the soap over to Joey, saying, "You get his front." Of course, Kellan was still massaging soap into Chad's shoulder blades.
"Sure," Joey replies, soap in hand. It seemed awkward, the two not really knowing each other very well and for what seemed eternity, but amounted to less than a minute, they stood there looking at each other.
"It's soap Joey," Kellan said, taking his hand like teaching a baby, "rub," he rubbed it against Chad's left pec.
It broke the ice, Chad smiling, then Joey smiling, Chad saying, "Feels good. You have nice hands."
"Yeah?" Joey says of putting his other hand in the act. "You like it?"
"Feels really good," he says, but halted Joey's hands to take the soap, "My turn?"
Kellan kept mum, Joey not saying a word about how Kellan had worked his bod over with the soap already.
He dropped the bar of soap, Kellan saying, "I got it!" which drove him to his knees, voluntarily.
"Oo-h-h-h-h!" Chad exclaimed, dropping his head back, Kellan absorbing his wet treat.
Joey smiled, giggled, because Kellan had done the same thing to him, pulling the 'drop the soap' routine, surprising him out of his gourd when his pair of lips drank down his cock. However, he was due for another one, Kellan sucking up Chad and giving Joey a hand job at the same time. And if that wasn't rosy enough, both Joey and Chad got the shock of their life, Kellan spitting out Chad's erection and gnawing on both their cocks at once!
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"I think Ellio likes Armando?" Micah says as the two float in the pool, the morning sun pouring down on them.
Byron, wise to Ellio's sex life, says, "It would be surprising if it came to that."
"Why do you say that?" Micah doggie-paddles over to Byron.
"Because Ellio is like... I dunno... like hit'n'run!"
Micah laughed, mentioning, "And what a hitter!"
Spread out with his arms at the side of the heated, conical shaped pool, slowly Micah had swum up on him like a boat surfing out of the water, up on a ramp. "I could be wrong, but I don't think Ellio is ready to settle down and," Byron puts it comically, "breed a family."
"Like us?" Micah says.
"Don't make me an old man yet, Micah! I'm only eighteen you know?"
With a grin, Micah handles Byron's crotch, softly stroking as he replies, "Barely legal!"
In between whimpers, Byron says, "You keep that up and we'll have to send for the pool boy to clean up a mess!"
Joking right along, Micah says, "I ain't gonna let some pool boy share my protein drink!"
Then, right in the middle of their porn novel moment, they are interrupted, "Hey dudes. I gotta get back to CK's. You coming?"
Ellio was decked out in the clothes he came in. Almost beside him, like snuck up on, Armando stood, his hands on Ellio's back, saying, "You can come back anytime."
They witness Armando stealing what looks to be a tender kiss.
"If I get a minute, maybe later," Ellio replies.
The pair of lovers followed their conversation, but with Armando saying something like students would be in and out, which would require garments to be worn, the two decided to head back with Ellio.
Arriving in the estate pickup, the three traveled down the main drag.
"So what's with you and Armando?" Byron sought information.
Ellio replies, "If you think it's what it is, it's not, okay?"
There was a pause, Byron and Micah too looking back through the long window at the construction zone, Ellio glancing through his rearview mirror while waiting for the light. They both could have sworn one of the hardhats was staring at the truck. Then, Ellio took off and headed on his way, tore down a side road and wound up at the back entrance to CK's estate.
"Um, what happened to going through the front door, Ellio?"
Neither were a bit surprised when Ellio informed them they had to walk the rest of the way, that he suddenly remembered he had to go into town to pick up some lime at the hardware store!
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With breakfast time winding down, Peter helping Kyle with the cleanup, Alex still consoled Michael, which helped, because then saw it Alex's way, feeling a little more upbeat. Then his cell phone rang, Michael saying, "That'll be Darryl. He wasn't sure whether or not he could take a ride with us to Jersey."
Alex smiled. As good as friends they were, Michael still had to have his privacy, wandering into the other room.
Turning to the action at the sink, Alex asks, "Aren't you going to use the dishwasher?"
Kyle replies, "You kidding? Peter's having too much fun."
Drying the dishes, Kyle glossed up a spoon, Peter handing Alex a cereal bowl, saying, "Here!"
"What'm I supposed to use? Your tee shirt?" He made Peter giggle, tickling his tummy.
They were having fun, but were interrupted by Michael, shouting, "Guess what guys?"
Alex replies, "You want to get tickled too?"
Smirking, Michael says with a lilt of joy, "Darryl says he's taking care of it. He knows plenty of people at NYU who can tutor me and once I get known around there I won't have any problem getting in!"
"Well that certainly is good news," Alex replies, "but have you decided on a field of study, Michael?"
News to all of them, apparently Darryl has been such an influence on Michael, he announces, "I'm going to be a marine biologist!"
Somehow it didn't seem to fit Michael, but Alex started off the accolades, ending with Peter giving him a sudsy hug!
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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.
The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....