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" 23 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Lance, you work here?"
"Don't tell me," Dominic guesses, from Alex's statement, "another swim team member?"
"You smelled the chlorine?" Lance joked, smelling his shoulder.
"No. Just a lucky guess."
Alex went around the table, introducing Lance. Then he gave out the drinks, taking guesses of who got what.
"Of course, Alex takes a beer."
He guessed Devon for a beer, but was corrected. He then chose the only other guy that looked eighteen, Kyle.
"Your screwdriver," he set the glass in front of Dominic.
"Thank you," Dominic replied, cordially.
Then Lance stood there, watching over them, especially Dominic and Devon. With his attention keyed towards those two, Kyle took in the sights of the tall dude. He estimated the blond to be about his height, six feet tall, maybe a hundred and eighty pounds. The most astounding part was how incredibly handsome he was. Then Kyle looked at Alex. He smiled.
"What?" Alex caught the reaction.
"Nothing," Kyle said, leaning over and giving Alex a peck on the cheek.
"Oh, so you went and did it, Norguet," Lance said.
"What?"
"Greg said something about you getting a boyfriend."
"Greg? What else did he say?"
"There's a nice jeep in the family now?"
Alex balled up his cocktail napkin and threw it at Lance, saying, "Damn that Greg!"
"He's not the only one. Carlos has spread it around too."
"Oh and what the hell did he have to say about me?"
"Um," Lance didn't dare tell the truth, so just said, "that you've hooked yourself a handsome man and I tell you, he's right!"
Kyle thanked him, but Alex wasn't playing coy to Lance's statements.
"This is a great screwdriver," Dominic broke the ice.
"Thanks. I made it myself."
"You're a bartender here, Lance?"
"Part time. When I finish bartending school, the manager said I could go fulltime."
"Bartending school, eh?" Dominic asks, "When do you finish?"
Lance replies, shrugging his shoulders, "I don't know. I'll let you know after I've enrolled!"
They all laughed their asses off, as Lance scooted away, getting bombarded by Devon's balled-up napkin.
"I have a question and I hope I'm not offending anyone," Dominic says.
"No, go right ahead."
"Are you two the only gay members of the swim team?"
Devon and Alex exchange glances.
Alex replies, "As far as we know. Why?"
"I was just wondering. Wasn't the prom the first time you came out?"
"Sure," Devon answers, "but I think the guys kind of knew I was leaning towards being gay. No offense, Alex, but a coupla months before I stopped hiding it."
"He's right," Alex says, adding, "like you weren't scared of who saw you at Mr. Pinque's."
"Mr. Pinks?" Kyle asks.
"Yeah. The gay night club; next town over."
"Oh," Dominic says, "so you figure if it's out of town, news wouldn't travel?"
Devon says, "Yeah, I guess I was being a bit naive. Like certain `kinds' of news travels overnight."
"But nobody put you down for it?"
Alex says of Devon, "Not when you're the swimmer who scores first all the time!"
"And what of Coach Wylie?" Kyle asks.
"Coach Wylie goes along with anything. He doesn't care what you believe. All he demands are top scores." Devon explains, looking at Alex.
"Yeah, and I'm gettin' kind of sick hearing about it!" Alex replies, in a joking manner.
Dominic swings aside the conversation and asks, "So, as Kyle was asking, what's this Mr. Pinks place like?"
"A gay night club. Not much different than Eden," Devon explains, "there's two hundred boys dancing around with no shirts on."
"And some with only shirts on?" Alex says.
"Not," Devon contradicts. "They at least have their boxers on."
Their conversation abruptly ended when the waiter appeared. Kyle, always looking at the guys, summing up their stats, figuring the guy to be around mid-thirties. Dark hair and the goatee made him look not so old, so he rolled back his estimate to around twenty-nine-ish.
"I'm Andre, your waiter for this evening. Are you ready to order?"
"Can you give us five?" Dominic asked.
"Sure. Take your time."
"What time does this Mr. Pink's open?" Dominic asks.
"Why? Want to go there?" Devon says.
"Maybe."
"Well, it's closed on Mondays," Devon informs him.
"Rats!" Dominic blurts out in disappointment.
"So," Devon remarks, "it looks like your stuck with me as your dancing boy!"
"Hey yeah," Alex says, "I saw up front. They have dancing in the lounge, from eight o'clock, to one in the morning."
"But," Kyle sums up, "it's not your usual gay club, I assume."
"So?" Dominic says, "what's the difference? Doesn't matter if it's a gay club or not. If not, then time to break in the place. This is the twenty-first century, isn't it?"
"I'm with Dominic," Devon agrees.
"I guess," Alex says, "as long as Devon keeps his shirt on!"
"I have a mind to... never mind..."
"What Devon?"
"Somebody should wake up this sleepy town," Devon says.
"And how would they go about something like that, babe?"
"By doing something like that. I don't know what it is."
"I think," Dominic puts it, "two men dancing together is a great start. What do you think, hun?"
At the same time, Dominic takes Devon's chin in his hand and their lips meet. They don't turn to look, but hear gasps.
Kyle jokes, "I saw everyone of them, the gaspers. The dude with the yellow tie, the bitch in the brown dress...."
Going on and on, the four of them got a hardy laugh at Kyle's descriptions.
So, for the next two hours they sipped on their drinks, ate their steaks, chicken and flounder, and talked up several subjects.
"So, are we going dancing?" Dominic asked.
Devon jokes, "I think after four of these screwdrivers I'm ready for `upstairs'?"
"Me too," Alex says. "These Brut's are brutal!"
It wasn't easy for Devon and Dominic. They had to take the elevator and walk down the hallway to their room. For Kyle and Alex, the turn of the elevator key and they exited right at their livingroom.
"Ooooh my head," Alex said, reaching the penthouse suite.
However, it seemed like Kyle held down his beer pretty well.
"Doesn't Lake Quinn look different from up here?"
"Yeah, but I think I need to be looking at a toliet bowl!"
Quickly, one arm over his shoulder, Kyle raced Alex to the jon.
"Arggggggh! Argggh! Arghh!" came the pitches, as Alex barfed up all that went down.
"Last time I'm buying you a $45 steak!"
"Oooh... are you mad at me?" Alex pouted.
"No, I'm not mad at you, Alex. C'mon. Let's get you out of these clothes."
"I think I need a shower."
"Not tonight. Tonight I think you need sleep!" Taking a tissue, he said to Alex, "Here. Wipe your mouth."
"Are you taking care of me?"
"Who else would want to take care of you, but the man who loves you!"
"You wub me?"
Smiling, Kyle replied, "Yes, I wub you!"
From the jon to the bedroom, Kyle tried his best to keep Alex from swaying too far forward. Approaching the bed, Kyle fell forward, landing faced down on the covers.
"Looks like I've got my work cut out for me!"
Laughing to himself, Kyle reached underneath Alex, dead to the world, and pulled on the jacket. He got one arm out, then Alex flopped back down.
"You taking my cwothes off?"
"Yep. Stripping you down to your bare ass, boy!"
Again Kyle laughed at the way Alex acted, removing his other arm from the jacket. Next, he tore the crew shirt from Alex's beltline, getting on the bed to make it easy to pull the white tee off over his head. Alex's feet still on the floor, made his bod lurch upwards, when peeling the shirt off his arms. Sitting Indian style, Alex's face landed right in his crotch.
"Why do you have to be so drunk?"
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
Still with loads of humor left in him, Kyle got off the bed, then flipped Alex over on his ass. He unbuckled the belt, commenting to himself and Alex, "Raj sure did give you a clean shave!"
"Whaaa?"
"Nothing," Kyle states, knowing it isn't worth repeating.
Next, he pulls Alex's pants off. Too late he thinks about the dress shoes. They come off with the pants!
"Now, how am I...." Kyle snaps his fingers, with an idea of how to get Alex in bed. Standing at the top, he squats down, takes Alex's wrists in each hand. He stands tall and pulls.
"Whatcha doin'?"
But Alex has a surprise. Instead Kyle is pulled forward.
"Whooooooooooa-shit!" He says out loud, falling to his knees. "Owwwwwch!"
Both knees almost straddle Alex's head, Kyle's balls hitting him right in the forhead. But it wasn't Alex taking the beating!
"Next time I'm putting a limit of 2 beers on you!"
He tries his idea a second time, his `sore' balls warning he could be pulled forward, so he leans backwards. Alex is pulled up on the bed til his head is on a pillow.
"Whew! Either you're getting fat or I'm getting weak!"
Kyle shook his head. As soon as Alex's head hit the pillow, he went off to dreamland. Having worked up a sweat, Kyle strips down and heads for the shower. For whatever reason, the shower stall seems like a lonely place. Getting out of the shower, he dabs himself dry, then heads in for bed. It takes him but a few minutes to get Alex under the sheet, then himself. He looks at the clock, which dictates `2:45', in the wee morning hours.
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Dominic has played more or less the same role, skipping the barfing, but having to help Devon out of his clothes.
"Know what?"
"Um, you're drunk?"
"Besides that."
"You love me."
"Other than that?"
Dominic finally says, "I give up."
"I'm horny as all hell!"
Rolling his eyes, Dominic smiles, shaking his head.
"Okay. If you think you're up to it. Just don't blame me if you fall asleep while sucking me off and choke on my cock!"
"I won't."
Climbing into bed, next to Devon, the twenty-two year old lays back, puts his hands behind his head, all ready for a hot blowjob.
"Nah... I think I'm too," Devon yawns, "tuckered."
Again, shaking his head, rolling his eyes, he smiles to himself, watching Devon's face fall into the pillow.
Joking to himself, he says to Devon, "Eh, what good are ya!"
Instead of anger, Dominic's hand moves Devon's dark brown hair, blond highlighted, from in front of his face.
"I sure got myself a hottie."
In response he got a couple of snores!
All geared up for a blowjob, he followed through on the detail, wrapping his hand around his 9c stalk. Looking back and forth, at Devon, then his pole, he stroked himself. It didn't have the momentum, as being sucked, but his hand did the job, producing ropes of cum shooting on his stomach. Just as he went to turn over in the bed, `splat', his hand hits Dominic right in the stomach!
"Another fine mess to clean up!"
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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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