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 08 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Alex, my bedroom door is stuck!"
Standing there at the room Peter and his brother shared, Alex was perplexed. He knew the door wasn't stuck, but rather locked from the inside. He instructs Peter, "Why don't you go watch some Tv and I'll let you know when I get it open?"
"Okay!" Peter was all for it.
No sooner had Peter vacated the small hallway, the door opens, the three towel-waisted, Kellan and Joey thanking Chad for allowing them to use his shower.
To Alex, Chad wasn't pulling the wool over the sheep's eyes. Barging in, he says, "Y'know Peter was outside, wondering why the door was stuck shut?"
Chad turns upon replying a simple, "Yeah." After a brief break of silence, "Tell me, Alex, how did you do it?"
"Do what?" Alex replies, thoughts muddled. Being human, gay, he couldn't help but give Chad the once over.
Facing him, "You lived at home with a family; brothers and sisters. How did you manage to keep your 'gay life' separate?"
Chad sat on the side of the bed. Alex didn't think anything of doing the same as he explains, "I think we're in two different situations here Chad. You see I was a high school kid and even though I was way sexually active, I didn't get it on with guys. Therefore, anything I did do, which more or less was limited to one guy, my best friend, it's a lot different than having a young brother around while being involved more openly with another guy. I don't know if I'm saying anything, but that's the way I think it goes."
"Most of the time I was with my lover, Peter was living in the children's cancer wing at the hospital. When he left I got starved for that affection I used to know." Chad explaining deeper, "I wanted to so much throw my arms around Joey, hug him, feel a man's arms around me?"
"You've got the hots for my brother, huh?"
Answering Alex, Chad thought in general, "Not just Joey. Any man. With my last love of my life I felt a security and when he left me, my life felt so empty. I don't want to be so quickly involved with the next guy."
Alex says, referring to the homefront, "I have to admit though, I didn't want to do or say anything around my brothers and sisters which would have a future bearing on their lives."
"Now you're talking about Peter and how I'm bringing him up?" Chad figures.
"I probably am being judgemental Chad, but don't mean to be. The way you raise Peter is not up to me, but..."
"But?"
Alex was being down on himself, but being Chad was smiling, being a good sport, he says, "I just figured it would have been better if you asked yourself would it have been better to abstain from joining Joey and Kellan in the shower, risking Peter catching you in the act and how you would have explained it?"
Standing, Chad replies, "Yeah, you're right Alex." Ready to move on, he asks, "What time are we going to hit the road?"
Likewise standing, walking to the door, Alex replies, "Whenever everyone gets themselves together!"
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As soon as they walk onto the main grounds they hear Tom Space's voice, "You two!"
"Us?" The two answer, like a sidekick act, their thumbs stuck midchest simultaneously.
Byron asks very softly out of the side of his mouth, to Micah, "Are we in trouble?"
Tom's answer follows, "If you know what's good for you, you'll get your buns up to the house. Cayman's holding a special photo shoot for Tag Mogan!" They weren't included on the roster of models, but Tom always watched out for the under-twenty-somethings, especially where he had an inclination of the direction in which someone's destiny was concerned, almost banking on their success, like a reporter has a nose for news.
Pulling Byron by the shirt, Micah speeds to a jog, exclaiming, "Tag Mogan? C'mon!"
"Who's Tag Morgan?" Byron's words trail off as they run full speed, him on Micah's heels.
"Mogan! He's only the biggest break and entry level a model can get!"
Inside the front door of the main house the two halted, collecting themselves, but then walked swiftly towards the main studio. The two spied some dude in khaki pants and a white shirt, a straw cowboy hat on his head, giving direction.
Knowing the dude, Micah says to his boyfriend, "One hundred percent macho beef!"
"Huh?" Byron answers.
"The cowboy."
"Yeah?"
"Tag Mogan."
He did look very macho. Beefy, he did follow an upwards 'V', all carried on what looked to be a six-foot frame or more.
Then suddenly to Byron's amazement, he saw Tag Mogan look over to them, saying, "There's the man I want!"
"He wants you," Byron says to Micah, padding his hand to his boyfriend's back and giving a push ahead of himself.
Slightly behind them, Tom Space whispers, "Tag is looking for two fresh faces for his new clothing line."
"C'mon," Micah says, making a switcheroo, moving Byron slightly ahead of himself.
Reaching the lighted area of the room, they hear Tag shout out loud, "Yes!" He walks right over to Byron, puts his hands on his shoulders and says, "You come right over here and stand."
"Uh, okay," Byron says, not sure what's on this dude's mind. He keeps looking over to Micah.
Micah replies, like the proverbial cameraman taker, "Smile!"
He smiles.
"Makeup!" Tag shouts. No one responding, he cries, "Where in the hell is fuckin' makeup?"
Tom Space relays, "They're on their way, so keep your shirt on, Tag?"
It's the one thing Micah has seen about Tom Space, 'nobody' ever telling him what to do. And likewise, Tom was never one to mind confronting someone, regardless of their social status. He supposed it was being attached to coat tails of Cayman Karlyle's fortune.
"Uh, sure," Tag replies, turning to two other models who have stripped down to their 'Mogan' designer jeans.
Meanwhile, as they take Byron to the side, help him remove his shirt, sponge bath his chest, stomach and back, Micah wanders over there.
Byron says to the makeup personnel, "Are you going to start working on Micah, too?"
One of the makeup dudes says, "Mr. Mogan only wants you for the shoot. Your buddy's out of luck."
Turning to Micah, Byron asks, "He's not taking you too?"
"That's okay," Micah replies. "I'm just happy he chose you."
But Byron didn't like the idea, stating, "That sucks!" He stands, his caretaker's sponge wiping him right down to the small of his back.
"That's how it goes," another make up man sums it up.
Being in a protesting mood, Byron says, "Well that 'really' sucks!" His pants falling down and stepping out of them, he marches across the room and like he's pissed at a teacher in school, and forgetting all respectful protocol, "Hey, Mogan, if my boyfriend's not a part of this, you'll have to find some other model!"
This has happened before quite a few times, an onery model getting upset over some minor or major detail. On all the other occasions, all it took was a wave of Tag's hand and the model was history. At his disgression, black-listed.
On his march towards victory, as Byron approaches the world-famous fashion designer, Micah is at his side, slowly trying to tame the pissed-off attitude.
Not having paid much attention to 'makeup', Tag didn't pick up on Byron's original outburst, upon conferring with the man behind the camera, unprepared for Byron's approach.
More mellowed out, a result of Micah telling him it's 'no big deal', Byron gets it in his mind he's not going to forcefully put Micah back in the picture, but be calm, collective and go with making suggestion. So, right behind Tag, Byron taps with two fingers on the back of his upper shoulder, knocking, "Excuse me, Mr. Mogan?"
Gearing up for a lighter assault, still, the other models didn't take kindly to Byron's jumping out of his makeup seat, wary of the fact he would get off scott-free by the thirty year old designer, after all was said and done, mentally placing their bets he was a goner!
"Ye-es?" Mogan said as he stood and turned around. Little did Byron know, Mogan had eavesdropped on his original outburst.
One little mishap. It's all that was needed to change the whole scene.
As Mogan turned around, the lid of Tag's cowboy hat hit Byron right across the bridge of the nose.
Byron sighs, "Oh-h!" It didn't hurt, didn't tickle. The brim of the straw hat didn't phase him in any way but an absurd nuisance!
"Are you okay?" Tag asks.
Micah, as well as about seven models, dove for the opportunity of picking up Tag Mogan's cowboy hat. Of course Micah was 'right there', so he got first dibs, "Here you go Mr. Mogan."
"Thanks," Mogan replies, but is more interested in the slight red line on Byron's nose. After noticing, his face shows something like the bubonic plague covering Byron's face, Tag responding, "Somebody get a doctor!"
Now Tom Space, who had been taking in the whole scene, from noticing right from the beginning, Byron's displeasure of Micah not being a part of the fashion shoot, but allowing nature to take it's course, interjects thought, "He's doesn't need a fuckin' doctor." And, contrary to health and sanitary measures, Tom wets his thumbs with his tongue and runs it over the small, half-inch line across the bridge of Byron's nose, saying, "Cancel that doctor, smudge some more makeup over this and," and he more or less spoke this to Byron, staring into his baby-blues, "take two aspirins and it'll be gone in the morning!" Tom winks, with a half-cracked smile and then retreats to his office.
Left there confronting Tag Mogan, the fashion designer-director's first thought on his mind was 'lawsuit' and even though a hefty settlement would be a drop in the ocean for him, it's not the money which phased him, but perhaps the blond hair, blue eyes, the pristine, hairless pecs, whichever, "I'm so very glad you're okay, Bryan."
"Byron," Micah corrects him.
It's then Tag realises Micah is the same dude whom 'Byron' came in with, same who hung around makeup and apparently followed along across the room. "And you are?" Asked as if Micah was tresspassing.
As brazenly as he was originally going to confront Tag, Byron replies as he puts his arm around Micah's shoulder, "This is my boyfriend, Micah Leander, and I was hoping he could work with me," and getting the hang of the business, "or if not, maybe Tom Space has the name of another designer we could work for?"
There were too many around to properly answer Byron's question. Truthfully, it would put Tag Mogan's reputation in jeopardy, regarding his attitude towards what he 'said', 'goes'. To get around it, Tag stands tall, saying, "Okay everyone, 'lunch'!"
Waving through the crowd of workers, models and even security on set were words questioning, 'Lunch', it being ten o'clock in the morning?
Even Tom Space came out of his office, "Did I hear correctly?"
Now Tag, as well as anyone 'knows' lunch cannot be served more than ten minutes ahead of schedule, so he mentions to Tom, "If you'll kindly have my limosine ready?"
That part Tom liked. He had a lot on his plate this morning, especially sending out personalized mailings to everyone whom attended the Stud Muffin Party and this would mean a royal inconvenience, so sighs with relief, "Whenever you'd like it!"
At the call for 'break', none of them minded getting paid for two hours worth of work, doing their own thing, so all scrambled for the exit. Most would spend time at the pool, somebody figuring out how to make a drink at the outdoor bar.
The trio left standing there, Tag asks with politeness, "Would you two care to be my guests for lunch?"
"Sure," Byron says, like an everyday thing.
Micah, more keyed in to the lifestlyes of the rich and famous, replies, "Very nice of you Mr. Mogan. We would like having lunch with you."
Mogan states, "Well I'm going to go get freshened up and meet you at the entrance to the main house in say, thirty minutes?"
Byron calls over from where makeup was being applied, "No sweat. It'll take me five minutes to put my shirt and jeans back on."
Tag Mogan had other ideas. The place he had in mind for lunch wasn't the local burger farm, but rather a place to get 'noticed'. "Nonsense," he walks over to the rack containing the next season's line of shirts, slacks and accessories. "The two of you. Take whatever you like. Byron? Perhaps you would like this?" He holds up a pair of yellow jeans, thin bright green stripes streaming downwards.
Next to him, Byron opinionates, "Nah. They're for sissies!"
Micah couldn't almost contain himself, watching Tag Mogan's jaw drop open, totally speechless.
Instead, Byron picks from the litter, "'This' is like so cool!" And he doesn't clamp down on each clip to release the pants from the hanger, but rather like at home, grabs the pants by the legs and rips them right from the hanger.
Micah giggles, witnessing Mogan's exclamation of his boyfriend's stealing of the 'five thousand dollar' pair of pants off the hanger, "OMG!" It bumped Mogan's temperature up a few degrees, but then realizes the beauty of choosing, the blue pants 'perfectly' matching the color of Byron's eyes!
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"Are we there yet, Ellis?" Peter whines.
Finally they had gotten on the road, but the scouting party for a New Jersey residence for Chad and Peter had dwindled to the two, plus Kyle and Alex.
With immediate concern, Darryl had set the wheels in motion for Michael's tutoring. Ten minutes after Michael's call, Darryl had called back saying he was on his way over to meet Michael and the two were headed downtown to NYU. Of course it would not take all day to arrange Michael's educational needs and he planned, if Michael was willing, an overnight trip to Wood's Hole and the New England Aquarium. Michael packed a bag before leaving, Peter making him promise to be back for his birthday party!
"Worst part about a trip is traffic," Ellis replies.
Never having ridden in a limo, Peter sat with the rest in the spacious back, but soon got bored of grown up talk. Truth, there were many amenities, but Peter had a knack for liking to watch scenery, instead of dvd's or falling asleep with the iPod on. So, he sat up front so Ellis could keep him attuned to the landscape.
"See that?"
Looking to his right as they ventured down the Garden State Parkway, Peter replies, "Looks like a big movie theater."
"PNC Center. They have big names there, like Bruce Springsteen, Kelly Clarkson... you name it."
"Justin Bieber?"
"Um, I dunno," Ellis replies.
Then Peter renders, "I don't think he's old enough!"
"Probably not," Ellis agrees, but thinks it would not matter.
However, traffic picking up, they began to whiz down the road. "Doesn't that beat all?"
"What Ellis?"
"Traffic gets moving and our exit approaches!" He smiles to Peter.
"Cool!" Peter reacts as if Michael would, sitting up taller in his seat. "Pretty soon we're going to have a house to live in and guess what?"
"What?"
Peter exclaims with excitement, "Then we can go over to Garth's house and ride his horses!"
Seeing the limo veer off for himself, Chad sticks his two cents in, "Wouldn't mind doing some horseback riding myself."
Kyle, a devious thought on his brain, slips, "Like last night?"
Alex smirks, replying, "You're lucky. Chad's asleep!"
As for Joey and Kellan, the two had taken off for the streets of Manhattan, Kellan promising a stop off at his family-owned cafe. Joey, horny for the gay life, Kellan also scheduled a walk through the Village.
But as Alex's attention returned to the roadway, Kyle lay with his head back, closed his eyes and daydreamed. As he thought about coming up between Alex's legs, licking his hairy thighs, tongue-caressing his balls, then making love to his tall shaft, his hand slowly slipped down his thigh.
Several short giggles brought him awake, Chad staring between Kyle's legs, at the bulge in his jeans.
"Cover yourself!" Alex scolds him, slapping the latest issue of 'Details' to Kyle's lap.
Kyle returns, "He-ey! You coulda hurt me Alex!"
He probably shouldn't have, but being in a modestly horny mood, Alex replies, "Like last night when I 'stabbed' you?"
The friendly bickering could have gone on, except for Chad's serious comment, "Man, I sure hope someday I get a guy who I can joke around with like you guys!"
Meanwhile, in the front seat, after turning several corners and traveling past farm after farm, there's another pleading, "Are we almost there Ellis?"
Taking a cue from the GPS, Ellis replies, "Do you know how far two point eight miles is?"
"Nope!" Peter is quick to respond.
"We're 'almost there'!"
It brought 'yays' from Peter as if winning a bet in the Super Bowl.
"What's all the racket up here?" Chad asks.
Kyle and Alex stole a glance at each other. Chad, out of his seat, leaned over Kyle's left shoulder, Alex's right shoulder, to fit his head through the rectangular opening to the front compartment.
Kyle giggles when Alex's hand gestures, making like he's jerking Chad's cock!
In return, Kyle's mouth rounds like an 'oh', his head bobbing, which draws a smirk from Alex.
Squinting his eyes, it looks like Alex is mad.
Kyle smiles.
Chad, totally in the dark of Alex making fun of jerking off his dick, sits, wondering, "What?"
Alex explains, "Kyle wants to suck you off!"
Eyes bugged out, mouth dropped open, Kyle replies, "I can't believe you said that Alex!" Getting even, he says, "At least I didn't have the urge to jerk Chad off while he was hanging over the window!"
Wanting to have a bit of his fun and say to the matter, Chad addresses Alex first, "Oh so you wanted to get me hard," then to Kyle, "and then wet me down?"
But their merrymaking came to closure, the car stopping, Alex saying, "To be continued!"
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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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