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"For Sale By Owner" 02 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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As a habit, when Alex's mother wanted to summon her son up, out of the basement, she would flicker the basement lights, rather than strain her voice against the drone of the sewing machine.
"Shit! What do we do?" Greg called out to Alex.
With the bed on the floor, Alex pressed his hands on it, lifting his body out.
"Be cool, Greg. I'll handle it."
Quickly he grabbed a tee shirt and the nearest bottoms, a pair of his own briefs. He met his mother half way up the stair hallway.
"What's up, mom?"
"Gregory's mother is on the phone. She wants him home for supper."
Alex went to look on his wrist for the time, but his watch was missing.
"It's 6:30."
"6:30? In the night?"
His mother didn't answer, but to say, "Phone for him."
"I'll take it."
There, at the bottom of the stairs Greg stood, all dressed, hair lying flat on his head.
"Call me later, Greg."
"Will do. Bye!"
As Alex reported back to his work area, he couldn't work. Too much was running through his head, over his first time in bed with another guy. He sat down on the cushy mattress, recollecting his thoughts. His mind on recall, he pictures Greg taking the first advance, lifting his shirt off over his head. Then he remembers taking the tails of Greg's shirt and lifting it skyward. Both sighed, as if relieved, when their chests touched, in their first hug of naked skin. Neither were ignorant of the moves, having seen guys getting stripped in porno flicks. Alex followed, to a T, the method by which a guy ran his hands inside the beltline of a pair of pants. He hardened in no time, feeling the outline of Greg's hips. While kissing, Alex fingered Greg's belt, undoing it, followed by unbuttoning his jeans. Stepping back, Greg finished off Alex's undoing, as Alex tackled his own jeans. Both kicked off their sneakers and stepped out of their jeans. Losing his balance, Greg fell back in the bed. Alex then assited in removing his eighteen year old friend's pants, pulling on the cuffs. "Well?" Alex said. Standing there, with only his briefs on, Alex came towards the bed. He knelt down, climbed on the mattress, til both knees bordered Greg's thighs. Leaning his shoulders downward, Alex zeroed in on Greg's lips. They kissed once, then twice. Soon it was apparent of how much more electric it was kissing in bed than standing there, kissing with clothes on.
Reminiscing, Alex fell backwards on the bed. He reached down, tucking his hand under the lining of his briefs. He was rock hard. He lifted his briefs over his cock and then folded his hand around his erection. Madly, he began stroking away. It didn't take long before he reached the glory of the moment.
Later on that night, Greg called, but he didn't want to talk on the phone, so they made arrangements to meet at an all night coffee shop.
"Your mom mad about you being home late for supper?"
"A little," Greg replied. "She'll never let me grow up, til I'm gone!"
They both laughed, but Alex realized Greg's mom wouldn't be the only one letting him go.
"What about your mom?"
"She left me alone."
"So, you finished off the last of the boxers?"
"Yeah."
Alex was smiling, which meant there was more to his story.
"And?"
"Okay, so I jerked off. I needed to."
"You weren't the only one, Alex. But I had to wait til after dinner!"
"Poor baby."
"Yeah and tell you the truth, Alex, it was the best jerk-off I've ever had."
"Really?"
Acting facetious, Alex knew it was likewise, the same for himself!
"Yeah."
"I got you a present."
Greg shrugged his shoulders, not seeing anything.
"Under the table," Alex strongly suggested.
Hand extended, Greg felt something cloth placed in his hand. What a time for Jimmy Breach and the guys to drop by.
"Hey guys, what's up?"
They helped themselves to chairs and sat around the table. The one Greg still had his hand under, tightly clad over the piece of material in his hand.
"What's up?" Jimmy asks, leaning over and looking under the table.
"Nothing," both Alex and Greg say.
Leaning forwards, Jimmy reaches in the same direction as Greg's hand. Soon they are having a tug'o'war with a green and orange `G-string' brief.
"He made it for me!"
It made Jimmy let go.
"For you, eh?"
"Um, yeah," Alex reported back.
"But you can have it."
"How much?" Jimmy asked, going for his wallet.
Wanting to keep it, Greg also intended on wanting to keep a certain secret, so created a diversion.
"Special price, $75, guys. Take it or leave it!"
That's Greg; always getting the details out in the open
"$75? For what? There's less material here than the briefs and they were $50!"
"You're paying for the sexy look, stoopid!"
"Sexy, eh? What do you think guys?"
One of the other guys, Devon, gives his opinion, "Sexy, man."
Probably because he didn't have enough money on him, Jimmy tosses the flimsy piece across the table. It slides off into Devon's lap.
"Sold!"
"Me?"
"You think it's sexy."
"Yeah, but I don't have $75!"
Rick offers, "I'll take it."
Laughter ensues, as Ricky Gonzales reaches for it, tossing a wad of bills on the table in front of Alex.
"Oh yeah. That's gonna look great on the captain of the football team!" Jimmy states.
"Something you'll never see!" Ricky tells him. "Nope, only my girl will see this."
"You can trade off," Jimmy wisecracks.
"Got anymore, Alex? Maybe we can have matching ones?"
Greg loves Ricky's idea, plus the idea of doubling the money.
"Alex has more."
"Same color? Matching?"
"No two are the same," Alex fills him in.
"Oh, then I don't know."
"But leave this one with me and I can try and duplicate it."
"Now you're talking sense, Alex. My girl is going to go crazy over this," the Hispanic teen reports. "She likes me buying her expensive presents!"
Then they all think it's a great idea, throwing their orders in. Greg mentions paying up front, half now and half later. All take him up on the orders, except Devon.
"I'll take one for myself, thanks," which is the one Alex made for Greg.
Jimmy leads the bunch out of there, leaving Devon behind.
"Aren't you going with them?"
"Not today. I wanted to share something with you. Something Jimmy would never respect me for, but I think the two of you can deal okay with it."
"What makes us so special?" Alex tells him.
"Because..." Devon's hoping he's right with this, "I'm gay."
"You're what?" Greg fakes him out.
"I thought you guys might understand."
"Cut it out, Greg," Alex replies in Devon's defense. "Of course we understand."
"Why," he holds up the G-string briefs, "I wanted only one pair. I think I could look cool in this. I go to the gay club."
"Mr. Pinque's?" Greg asks.
"Yep and it can get wild on some nights."
Alex asks, "Is it true guys take their clothes off?"
"Down to their underwear, which is the reason I wanted these," Devon holds up the thin-laced briefs with the pouch.
"Boy, you've got nerve!"
Alex is in agreement. After all, he modeled the first pair and it was all he could do, walking, not to have `it' all bounce out.
"That's what some of the guys at the club say. I've stripped down to my boxer shorts. I thought this would be something more daring."
"Daring, Devon?" Greg asks, "I'd think daring is putting it mildly."
"I'm a daring guy when it comes to Mr. Pinque's. What's cool is we're all there for the same reason; gay guys having a good time."
"Be careful though."
"Of what, Alex?"
"Like I told you. It doesn't take much for your cock'n'balls to bounce out."
"A detail Alex has to work on," Greg informs him. "Hey, I've got an idea!"
"I'm almost afraid to ask," Alex says.
"It's not so cruel. How about we go to Mr. Pinque's and check out the action?"
"Us?"
"Sure. We don't have to go as a couple, if you don't want."
Devon inquisitively asks, "Are you two guys going out together?"
"I dunno," Greg says. "Are we?" He poses to Alex.
"I don't know. We can hang out together, I suppose, as friends."
Thinking it logical, Greg likes the idea, especially that Alex at all agreed to go to Mr. Pinque's, being the shy half of the couple.
"What time you going?"
"The action doesn't get going until around 9pm, but you've got to get there early for parking. Fills up fast on a Friday night."
"Cool! We going, Alex?"
He thought it was settled, but now that Greg officially asked, Alex wondered if he really wanted to go. Without much thought, he decided it could be fun.
"Sure. It'll be cool," Alex gave in.
"Cool," Greg replied, "we'll see you around 9, Devon."
"If you want, I can pick you two guys up."
"Yeah, that'd be cool. What time do you leave?"
"Around 2 or 3 AM."
"I think we'll take my car," Alex says, "But thanks anyway."
"No sweat," Devon replies. "See you there."
Greg adds, "Or be square?"
"Whatever."
"We better get to your place right after school."
"I've got plenty of stock."
"How did you know, Alex?"
"Know what?"
Smirking, Greg asks, "About me wanting to sell some stuff at the club?"
"I don't think they'll let us, but it's worth a try."
"Maybe we can take orders?" Greg suggests.
"Guys usually pay by credit card, I think. They're saving their cash for drinks."
"Maybe we better see how guys react to Devon."
"I think that's the best idea, Greg."
"And me?"
"You, Greg? Hey, what are you thinking up?"
"What would you think about stripping down tonight, Alex. The two of us."
"I'm not performing a striptease for two hundred sexually-hungry boys!"
"It's not like that's how it happens, Alex and you know it."
"Well, still, the shirt might come off, but the pants are staying on."
"Suit yourself, but I'll be wearing a pair of your boxer-briefs. When you think about it, Alex, they aren't much different than wearing a pair of shorts."
"Then why do you think guys are going to buy them?"
"That's the easy part. Taking pants off to reveal the hot colors and two, the idea their designer is right there in the room, dancing his ass off."
"I don't even have a name for them, other than my name sewed in."
"What's wrong with Alex Norguet', beside sounding gay'?"
Greg chuckled, hoping Alex would be carried along on the laughter.
"Not funny, Greg."
"Sorry."
"If I'm going to make the jump to professional, then I need a professional name."
"Are you thinking of making this your life's work?"
"Designing, yeah. Who knows? It might work out where I design only briefs."
"You have a good start on it. What company wouldn't want to snatch up a designer, who can sell high school jocks a pair of briefs for $75?"
"That's the thing. I don't want to be part of a company."
"You lost me, Alex."
"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where I'm heading with all this, Greg. I want to establish my `own' company."
"That's what I thought."
"Yeah, sure, Greg."
"Well, wear a pair of your boxer-briefs just in case."
"In case of what? I told you I'm keeping my clothes on."
"In case something should happen to get pulled off? Besides..."
"Besides what?"
"Don't you think Devon will be disappointed if you and I don't go along with his idea?"
"Listen. Devon finds it perfectly alright to dance his ass off, his cock'n'balls flippin' and a-flappin' all over the place, that's Devon's business."
Greg saw his point, not that he agreed with Alex, but for now, let bygones be bygones.
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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.
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