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" 33 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Next morning, Alex responds to the alarm clock, beeping over and over, "Don't tell me it's time to get up already?" After hitting the snooze button, he decides to fall back to sleep. However, he looks down at his bod, seeing Kyle still snoring lightly, head lying on his chest. Half lying on him, he can feel Kyle's breathing, his lungs against his abs, rising and falling.
"C'mon. I gotta get up," Alex says to him, even though Kyle can't hear him.
Carefully he tries to slide out from under, trying to keep from disturbing Kyle's slumber. Unsuccessful, Kyle opens his eyes, slowing fluttering them awake.
"Oops! I tried not to wake you."
Lifting his head, Kyle smiles, replying, "It's okay."
Feeling Kyle's chin with his hand, Alex reports, "You got dried cum on your chin."
"Do I?"
"Don't you remember?"
"I think."
Refreshing his memory, Alex says, "We came back from the walk?"
"Yeah?"
"As soon as we walked in the door, your hands were under my tee shirt?"
"Yeah, but I was horny way before."
"Oh?" Alex questions. "When?"
Shrugging his shoulders, he recalls, "When you stretched at the table, while I was filling the dishwasher."
"Huh?"
"I told you your hair turns me on," Kyle says, bringing a hand up, knotting some chest hair around his finger.
"But..."
"When you stretched," Kyle fills him in, "your shirt hiked up, giving me a sampling of your hot fur."
"I guess I'll have to watch my table manners," Alex jokes, giggling.
"We were done eating," Kyle covers him with the excuse.
The snoozer lets loose another rip of beeps.
"Well, I better get going."
"Already?"
"Want me to help you get all that sticky stuff off?"
Kyle smiles, giving Alex a sweet kiss, then rolling off of his hairy chest, freeing him up for a trip to the jon.
On the way, Kyle says, "I'm so glad you can cum twice."
"No different from any other guy," Alex tells him.
"I don't know about that," Kyle tells his opinion.
Ditching the thought, Alex looks in the mirror above the jon vanity, saying, "Hmm."
"Trust me," Kyle reads his thoughts, "you'll look good with a stache, Alex."
"Might mean getting an itchy kiss!"
Kyle laughs, saying, "Don't talk to me while I'm taking a leak. I might miss."
"Talk about being sensitive!"
So, keeping his words locked up in his mind for a spell, Alex slid the shower door open, turning on the jets of the water. He put two and two together, sensing a presence at his side and the sound of water-into-water ceasing, determining Kyle stood near him.
"Aren't you going to flush?" Alex said, without looking up.
Stepping over to the toilet bowl, Alex giggled to himself. In no time, Kyle was near him, his arms racing to be flat against Alex's ribs, flanking his sides, enclosing around the back.
"You are going to make me sooo late to work."
Kyle smiled, saying, "Only a little late!"
As steam started to back up in the shower stall, the two met for hugs and a kiss. Even though Alex hated to break up the sweet moment of bliss, he placed one foot over the tub wall, inching himself away.
"Kill-joy!" Kyle set upon him, as they parted company. Giving up on the affection, he stated, "I'll go put on the coffee." Strolling back through the bedroom, he grabbed his used briefs. Then, spotting Alex's briefs, comparing the handmade one to the store-bought one, he dropped his own and stepped into Alex's.
Making it a quickie, Alex soaped himself up all over. He cursed when too much shampoo squirted out of the plastic bottle, but scrubbed his head with the whole wad. His hands planed over his bod as he washed himself off. Turning off the water he slid the glass door open, retrieving a towel from the bar. Placing the towel over his head, holding it to his face, he stood there a moment before taking the towel to the rest of his bod. After making sure most of the moisture was soaked up from his crotch, he folded the towel nicely and exited to the bedroom.
"Coffee?" Greeted him.
"Mmmm!" He replied, taking the coffee cup from Kyle's hand. After sipping, he asked, "Where's yours?"
"I'm going back to cook us up some breakfast. Eggs?"
After glancing at the snooze alarm, Alex said he didn't have time, saying, "I'll catch something at the shop."
"I bet you will!" Kyle joked, laughing.
Turning to head back to the kitchen, Alex says, pointing at Kyle's ass, "Hey, aren't those my briefs?"
"Yeah," then giggling, Kyle tells him, "nice and loose where it counts!"
One of his own brands, it fit his 9.5c perfect. Knowing Kyle to be a coupla inches less, he could image his lover having excess room to swim around in. He chocked it up to Knapp not being the only one with kinky tastes. Going about his business, he dressed in dark pants, white shirt, dark socks and shoes. Finding his black bowtie on the dresser, he stashed it in the shirt pocket. With the right hand as his comb and the left hand as his brush, Alex fixed his hair, looking in the mirror for guidance. He smiled at himself, when he reached the apex of his grooming.
"Here, quick! You can eat as you head for the door."
Looking over Kyle, the well-meaning in his personality, Alex stole a hasty glance at the clock. Holding up five fingers, he said, "I've got five minutes!"
"Cool," Kyle replied, luring Alex away to the kitchen with the plate of bacon, eggs and toast.
There wasn't much time to spend talking, with Alex woofing down the breakfast between sips of a second cup of java, so Kyle did most of the talking.
High on his priorities, was, "Don't forget to check out Derek."
"Okay," Alex said between gulps.
"Find out if he has something going on with Jim."
"Okay." Swallow.
"Get some conversation going with him. Find out more what he is like."
"Okay," Alex said, wiping his mouth on the napkin. "Gotta go!"
"Not like `that' you're not!" Kyle tells him, looking at his shirt.
"What's wrong?" Alex asks, looking down the front of himself, followed by, "Oh shit!"
Right there, midchest, a stain couldn't be missed.
"I'll take care of it," Kyle said, running into the bedroom.
In the meantime, Alex started unbuttoning the white dress shirt. Peeling it back over his furry chest, pulling it from his pants, he disrobed it.
"Here we go," Kyle said, arriving from the other room. In his hands, he had the shirt stretched out, ready for Alex to slip into it.
"Hey wait a minute. This isn't one of mine," Alex said, as he slipped his arms in anyway.
"It's one of mine. I'll take yours to the cleaners today."
"Wow!" Alex said, as he fed his arms into it, as the fabric touched his skin.
Kyle laughed, saying, "Not like your shirts from Target, huh?"
"No," Alex replied, looking down as he buttoned it up.
"I picked them up at Braddocks," Kyle said.
"Braddocks? It's got to be expensive."
"Don't spill any coffee on it."
"Like, not that it really matters. I can feel the difference, but how much did you shell out for it."
"I didn't. I charged it!" Kyle informed him.
"You know what I mean."
"Okay, if it means that much to you," Kyle interjected, "I got it on sale for $150.00."
"What tha? On sale for 150?" Alex said, not sure he wanted to tuck it in. "I can't..."
"Yes you can," Kyle insisted by jabbing his hand into Alex's pants, tucking the front of his shirt in, making Alex turn around as he did it.
"Wow!" Alex said again when he felt the whole shirt against his skin, admiring the different weave at the collar and down the buttons. Then, checking out the clock on the wall, he forgot about it. "Is that right?"
"Yup," Kyle replied.
"I'll never make it in time," Alex said, grabbing his jacket.
"You will if I drop you off."
Alex didn't argue. It would save him from trying to find parking.
Arriving at the `The Coffee Bean', they kissed and Alex jumped out of the car. Knocking on the door, Jim lets him in, relocking it.
Looking at his wristwatch, one of his co-workers, Ian, states, "You just made it, guy!"
"I know. I've gotta watch my time in the morning," Alex told him.
"Got your tie?"
"Yeah," Alex replied, reaching in his pocket, proclaiming, "Oops!". Alex removes his jacket, at the same time, explaining the missing tie, left in the soiled shirt pocket.
Ian says, "Whoa! Nice threads, Alex." Then informs him, "Derek always has an extra bowtie on hand."
Alex thought of explaining the situation, but right now he was about thirty seconds before jumping into action so just said, "Thanks." Thoughts set into motion, he went to seek out Derek.
"Hey Phil," Ian saw him pass by the time clock, "punch Alex in."
Hearing Ian, he added his "Thanks!" to Phil.
"Derek!" Alex called out, seeing him hanging up his jacket, in the employee's lounge.
"Hey, what's up Alex?"
"Not much. Say, Ian says you might have an extra bowtie?"
From around a hanger, Derek pulls a long strip of black material, saying, "Here. Keep it."
"Really? Thanks. Um, I still didn't get the hang of tying these things. You mind?"
Smiling, Derek took back the black strip. Holding the black tie between his teeth, Derek buttoned the top button of Alex's shirt. Waiting patiently, Alex stood there as Derek reached around his collar with the strip of material, then perfectly arranged it into a bowtie. Once, Alex thought he saw Derek look down, before he buttoned up.
"There, you look good enough to kiss!"
"Thanks," Alex relayed to the nineteen year old.
Of the four who worked there, Alex was totally convinced of Derek's sexuality. Phil, key in hand walked through the shop, towards the door, shouting, "Time to rock'n'roll, gentlemen!" Ian grabbed a bunch of breakfast menus, dividing half with Alex. After Phil unlocked the door, he reported to the coffee bar. The entering patrons divided themselves up, being shown to tables, or hitting the coffee bar for the take-out fare. Derek rushed to take up some menus, covering his third of the cafe.
After ten tables became occupied, coffee poured and menus to be mulled over, Ian, Derek and Alex took their first breather, while customers made up their minds.
"Lucky you," Alex said to Derek.
"Lucky me?" Derek replied.
Alex nodded with his head, as Derek followed the hint, looking at the table near a grouping of palm plants.
Putting his hand on Alex's shoulder, Derek asks, "I don't get who you're looking at."
"The two guys at table five. Your table. One is in a turtleneck?"
"Oh. Okay. You know them?"
"'The suit'," Alex replies, "is Stephen Braddock?"
"'The' Stephen Braddock, of Braddock's department store fame?"
"The one and only," Alex replies. "It's where this shirt is from."
Derek's hand slides from Alex's shoulder, down his back. "Shit! This is the closest I've been to a Braddock's shirt. I would never see this on `my' salary." Then after studying the shirt, the way it contours over Alex's bod, Derek asks, "How do you know Braddock?"
"I met him through my boyfriend."
"The hott--- I mean the guy who dropped you off?"
After smiling, realizing Derek had spied on him, Alex replied, "Yeah, the hottie who dropped me off!"
Smart to change the subject, Derek asks, "So, where did you meet Braddock?"
Alex, mouth open ready to speak, instead replies, "I think you better get over there. He's signaling you."
"Oh shit," Derek suddenly got flustered.
Watching from a distance, Alex quickly perused his customers, then watched the interaction between Derek and Braddock's table. He thought it strange Derek hadn't written anything down on his order pad, but was returning near where the waiters hung out between waiting on tables.
"He says he wants you to wait on him. I'll take your table ten."
"What?" Alex asked, not getting it.
"Mr. Braddock. I opened my pad, then he informs me he prefers you. Says you waited on him before."
"I did."
"Well, you must've made some impression, Alex."
"Did he say anything about me knowing him?"
"Nope. He just asked for you."
"Okay," Alex replied, opening his pad as he approached the table.
First thing out of Stephen Braddock's mouth was, "Nice shirt, Alex."
Astounded at first, Alex replied, "You remember me!"
"Sure. Kyle and you came into my Asbury Park store."
As Alex stood there flabberghasted, Braddocks eyes were scanning the shirt. Undoubtedly, he could probably make out the furry chest rounding Alex's pecs, the strip of hair dividing his abs, all showing through the thin white fabric. He was probably thinking about the designer, when he came to Braddock, showing him the visibility behind the sleek, sexy material of the shirt. Right now Braddock was praising himself for choosing such fine threads, as he gazed over the eighteen year old.
"May I take your order?"
Instead, Alex got an earful, as Stephen Braddock chatted, "So, you're going to be attending the Fashion Institute?"
"Yes, sir," Alex said politely.
"Then you should meet my friend, as soon as he returns. Oh hear he comes now."
Before the gentleman with Braddock sat, he says, "Meet an old friend of mine, Afon Hasteras. Afon, Alex, I'm sorry I don't know your last name?"
"Nouguet," Alex informs him.
"Alex Nouguet will be attending the institute you instruct at."
Towering over Hasteras, at six feet, one inch tall, Alex held out his hand, to meet with the designer.
"I'm happy to meet you Mr. Hasteras."
Coolly, Afon reached for Alex's hand and greeted him with a slight smile, a quaint greeting, "Good to meet you, Alex."
Of course Alex felt the twenty-eight year old designer's eyes scanning him, but broke off the mesmerizing with, "Are you ready to order?"
It did the trick, as the two set into motion Alex scribbling on his pad. He also saw, of his other tables, Derek had gone on taking down orders, since he was being monopolized by Mr. Braddock.
"You owe me," Derek said to Alex, tapping him on the stomach, when they met up in the waiter's free zone.
"Sure. No problem, Derek."
With orders placed, their only obligation at this point was to move amongst tables, making sure cups stayed filled to the brim. The two chefs, aces at filling orders, had trays coming out in no time. With a lull at the coffee bar, Phil lent a hand in ferrying out the trays of orders.
Derek cautioned, "Make sure Alex serves table five."
Of course Phil wanted to know why. Derek filled him in on the `celebrity' and Alex's personal knowledge of Braddock. As Alex towered over their table, setting out plates of food, he glanced several times at Afon, catching himself getting checked out. Each time he smiled, but went about his business with courtesy. "I'll be back in a little while to make sure everything is okay," Alex said before leaving the table.
Afon asks Stephen, "So, tell me of the day you met Alex."
Swallowing a forkful of eggs, Braddock replies, "Kyle Dryfiss. He came into my Asbury Park location."
"Nice looking," Afon replies.
Stephen says, "He's eighteen, Afon."
"So?"
"Plus, he's Kyle's boyfriend."
"So?"
"Plus, from what I get from his personality, he's not easily fooled."
Glancing over at Alex, waiting on another table, Alex bends over to pick up a napkin, dropped to the floor.
"Nice ass," Afon tells Braddock.
"He's going to be one not so taken with you, Afon."
"We'll see."
Alex appears, asking, "Anything else I can get for you?"
Thinking, Afon's wanting is, `Yes, you can get out of those clothes, for starters!'
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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.