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" 15 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Time's up," Knapp taps Devon's foot.
"Great! I'm all sweaty."
"Go take a shower, then change into your leather pants and bowtie. Report back to me, when you're done and hustle! We're having a busy night tonight."
"I will."
Hopping down, Knapp takes up the position on the cube. Devon watches over his shoulder, as he heads for the employees lounge opening. Passing through, he goes to work, cleaning out the bills that had been stashed in his G-string. He then realizes Knapp was supposed to wear it. But Knapp already has some skimpy briefs. So, he goes on his way, counting up the sweat-soaked cash. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he heads towards the quarters he's sharing with Knapp. Wow', Devon sighs to himself, $535!'. He sets the cash on the desk, placing a book over it. Then he heads towards the jon. He turns on the cold, then the hot. Only problem, he's getting all cold water. Bummer! Now what do I do?' Then he figures he could use most any shower on this floor, but chooses the next of comfort; Kyle's room. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he makes for the hallway. Entering, he knocks on the door. "Anybody here?" He hears the shower running, coming from Kyle's private jon. Rats!' However, Devon doesn't want to make an intrusion into any of the other guys' private rooms, yet he would really like to get the sweat off his bod. First he decides to retrace his steps, thinking of taking a cold shower, but then thinks he doesn't want to really take a cold shower. His mind tosses back and forth, his bod turning to the east, then west, with indecision. The idea of bothering Kyle and Alex. Maybe they are out by now?' Entering Kyle's room, he listens for the shower. Dam! What are they doing in there?' He decides they are prolly almost finished, so waits. Then he remembers the word, from Knapp, hustle'. He thinks about the cold shower, has his hand on the door knob to leave, then refocuses. Oh hell!' Devon makes an about face and storms towards Kyle's jon.
"Hey guys?"
There's movement from behind the frosted sliding shower doors.
"What's up?" Kyle asks.
Alex questions, "Devon?"
"Yeah. Sorry to bother you, but Knapp's shower is cold and I've gotta get showered and back onto the floor."
The shower door slides open further.
"Yeah, always happens when I take too long a shower."
Devon can see he's really breaking up a sweet moment.
"I'm really sorry. Never mind."
"You can't take a cold shower, Devon," Kyle says.
"C'mon. We'll get out."
So, the exchange takes place. Unfortunately, its not a really large jon. As the two exit the shower stall, Devon enters, him removing the towel from his waist.
Not thinking straight, more meant as a silent thought, Kyle says of Devon, "You're hard."
"Yeah," Devon says, turning a brilliant red.
"Um, can we go?" Alex strongly suggests.
"Yeah," Devon says, "I've gotta hustle and get back outside."
"Yeah," Alex says, a little annoyed, "we're gotta get partying."
The two, towel-wrapped eighteen year olds depart the jon.
"You're not angry at me, are you Alex?"
"No," he lies.
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"You are."
"Not."
"Are."
"Alright, so I'm a little pissed, but it's nothing."
"That I noticed Devon's hard cock?"
"Like I said, it's nothing."
"I think I'm only being human, as one gay guy to another."
"And if I gave the go ahead, you'd be in there, on your knees, sucking Devon off?"
"No. Alex, you're reading way into this. Aren't you a bit curious about Devon being hard, while in the presence of two nudes guys, his own age?"
"Hmm... I didn't think of it that way."
"You're jealous," Kyle accuses.
"Jealous of who? Devon? He's my buddy, not my lover!"
"Okay. So you're not jealous."
"Who's jealous?"
In the doorway, stands Devon, towel-clasped around the waist.
"Nothing," Alex says.
"Is this little discussion you're having over me? Because if it is, I didn't mean anything by... um... me being... the way I was when I got here."
"It's not your fault, Devon."
"Look, I'm sorry if I started any feud between you two. Tell you the truth and I didn't necessarily mean for it to come out like this, but because I got hard, doesn't mean anything. Just a normal reaction of a guy looking at two hot guys in the nude."
"That's what I just said to Alex."
"Alex, do you really think I have the hots for you two guys?" Devon asks.
"Well.. no... I like you and all. We're buds."
"Exactly and that's as far as it goes."
Suddenly there's a knock at the door. Kyle opens it to Knapp, staring at three guys, towel-wrapped at the waist.
"What the fuck is this?"
"It's not the way it looks, Knapp," Kyle offers.
"It sure looks like it. Having a threesome behind my back, Devon?"
"No, Knapp. Your shower was cold, so I came in here to get the sweat off of me."
"Yeah, Knapp," Kyle defends him, "you know how when I take a long shower, your shower comes out all cold?"
"Hmm..."
"That's all there is to it, Knapp," Alex lends some words of comfort. "Devon showered by himself, with us in here and he just came out."
"Hmm..." Knapp reconsidered the facts, tumbling them over in his mind.
Reaching out, he feels Devon's hair. It's wet.
"I don't believe you don't believe me, Knapp!"
Devon storms out of the room, into the hallway.
"Now you went and did it, you stoopid asshole!"
Alex can't believe the way Kyle is talking to his brother. Not that he hasn't stood up to his older brother before.
"Me?"
"Yeah, it's bad enough you didn't take Alex's and mine word for it, but the guy you supposedly have feelings for?"
"Feelings for?"
"Yeah, snap out of it, why don't you give Devon a chance?"
"But I..."
"You really fucked things up, Knapp."
Again, Alex remains the bystander to Kyle's conversation with toughguy Knapp!
"I guess... I did," he gulped.
"You better get on your knees and beg him to stay. I know I wouldn't stick around, if this happened between Alex and I."
"You wouldn't?" Alex asks.
"Of course I would, but I'm using it to explain."
"I know."
"So, what are you going to do, Knapp? Let the guy who cares about you, take a hike or?"
"He cares that much about me?"
"Damn right."
"Sheesh! I better get in there before.. you don't really think he'll walk out on me, do ya?"
"I would....." Kyle explains, "walk out on you!"
Alex smiles at Kyle's choice of words, making sure to implicate Knapp. Before another word is spoken, Knapp, all decked out in his dancing briefs, heads for the hallway. He steps lively, walking briskly the fifteen long strides to his own door.
"Devon? Oh. You're still here."
"Of course I still am here."
As Knapp stands there in his dancing briefs, Devon had been awaiting this moment, decked out in the leather pants Knapp left him on the bed.
"Oh, I see you're not leaving me."
"Nah. I thought about it," Devon shrugged his shoulders, "we all make mistakes."
"And I sure fucked up bigtime, huh?"
"Like I said..."
They said it together, "We all make mistakes."
"So, are we still going to be..." Knapp gulped, "boyfriends?"
"Knapp, you've got to show more trust in me."
"I will. I swear."
"Over the past coupla days I've really grown to like you. I mean..."
Beginning to close the gap between the two, Knapp says, "I think I know what you mean."
"You do?"
"Yeah."
Like a happy ending, the two kiss. However, there's a long, long life-thread ahead of the two.
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"I liked the way you stood up to Knapp."
"He needs it once in awhile. He gets too big for his ego."
"But I'm glad for the way you handled it."
"Knapp will be too, but he'll never say it."
"So, what's next on our agenda?" Alex asks.
"Here's where we turn into a coupla party animals!"
Donning a couple of Tony Hawk tee shirts and torn up jeans, the two head up to Eden's dance floor.
"I'm not much better at doing this than Devon," Alex comments, regarding his dancing skills.
"Well, let's see what you've got!"
Alex took off, soon becoming enmeshed with the seventy other dancing boys.
`Now where did he go?' Kyle thought to himself.
Quickly it got too hot for their shirts, so they stripped them, stuffing them down the back of their pants. Dancing on the outside of the square-shaped dance floor, Kyle suddenly feels his tee shirt ripped out of his pants. He smiles at the perpetrator, his own brother, who swats his ass, then heads off into the dining crowd, winking back over his shoulder.
"I think Devon and Knapp made up."
"What?" Alex yelled, trying to voice over the music.
"I said, Devon and Knapp made up!"
"What?"
Sticking two fingers in the side of Alex's jeans, aside the fuzzy trail below his navel, Kyle pulls him away from the dance area, to the somewhat subdued bar area.
"Hey, Jose is a good dancer! What were you going to say?"
"I said I think Devon and my bro made up and you're not such a bad dancer, yourself!"
"Cool! About Devon and Knapp!"
"Jose wouldn't be good for your G-string."
"What brought this up?"
"I'm just standing here, thinking. I don't think he's big enough."
"Hmm...."
"Hey, I'm not meaning anything by it," Kyle defended himself.
"I know." Alex paused, looking in the direction of `Jose-the-dancing-cube-boy'. "You're right. All those bills folded would pull it right down over his waist."
"His waist? His waist isn't what I was talking about!"
"Oh! I knew that!" Alex said.
"Sure you did."
"I did. Um, how big do you think he is?"
"Now who's checking him out?" Kyle laughed.
"No, no, no.. you're right. The pouch on the G-string would be so much bigger than his... um... whatever!"
The two laughed their asses off.
"Well, I know from experience that your G-string would fit a lot more snugger than Jose's."
"Hmm... we better cool it on the jock talk."
"Why? Making you horny, Alex?"
"A bit. Want to see?"
"I see... I see!"
In the cramped quarters of the bar, Alex turned to face the wooden counter. So easily, Kyle could now grope him, without being detected.
"Hmmm... I'd say you're definitely getting there?"
"How about we check out that shower and see if it's still warm?" Alex suggests.
All Kyle does is wiggle his eyebrows and smile and it tells Alex his opinion.
"Hey, I need one of you guys to check out the pool," Knapp bursts in between the two.
"What's up?" Kyle asks.
"Some guy dropped his cellphone in the pool and is threatening to go in after it. `Muscles' is restraining him. Do you think one of you could slip in and get it?"
"I'll do it," Alex volunteers.
"I'll do it," Kyle says, then leaning to Alex's ear, says, "Don't want you to get flat!"
After getting a nudge in the ribs, Kyle heads out to the pool, Alex trailing him.
"What's up Muscles?"
The kid, no older than Kyle and Alex, says, "My cellphone fell in the pool. I really need to get it back, but `he' wouldn't let me."
"Just a sec."
Cat-calls came from all around as Kyle unbuttoned his Hawk jeans, sliced them down the middle and stepped out of them. Alex smiled at the crowd's humor. He was glad that he was the one who chose to wear the G-string, Kyle a pair of skimpy briefs, but covering more than the sling would have. He seemed to `know' the crowd, doing a cannonball, which cooled off quite a number of bystanders, without complaint! Soon enough, Kyle had resurfaced, holding the steel-looking phone.
"Thank you so much!" Came the accolades from the phone-guy, plus a kiss on the cheek.
When Alex got him alone, he said to Kyle, "I'm sooooooo jealous!"
They laughed about it as Kyle dried off with a towel.
"Hamburger?"
While out at the pool, Mike-the-bouncer, flipped a couple of burgers their way. From that moment on, Kyle became the hero, rescuing the drowning cellphone from the pool!
"Guess what?" Alex asked, half legible, with a mouthful.
"What?"
"It went flat!"
Kyle laughed, saying, "Well, I'm gonna have to do something about that, later!"
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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.