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, nor governmental areas, which the story is stages. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offences 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. This is fiction. Use protection, in real life.
FOR SALE BY OWNER 51 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Dammit!"
"What is it now Alex?" Kyle asks, still half asleep.
"It's Scotty again I bet!"
"Scotty? What'd he do?"
Alex says, not too serious, "It's his cooking. It's been waking me up before my alarm every morning!"
"Hmm," Kyle analyses the aroma, "smells like Canadian bacon."
"Well I'm gonna find out!" Alex says, leaping out of bed, letting his grumbly stomach lead him on.
"Let me know," Kyle tells him, stuffing his head back under the pillow.
His eyes glued to the view just above the walls dividing the kitchen from the rest of the townhouse, with each step he took, Alex tried figuring out what flavors he smelled.
"Okay. Kyle says it's Canadian bacon. Smells like hash browns to me. Whatcha cookin' up there Scotty?"
"Two points for you, none for Kyle!" Scott exclaims, a hand on a skillet giving it a slight shake.
Peering over Scott's shoulder, force of habit, Alex looks down the apron first, skillet second. "It doesn't look like Canadian bacon."
"Salmon."
"Fish for breakfast?" Alex says, his wrinkled up nose voicing his opinion.
"Mmmmm, is that Salmon I smell?"
Directing it to Kyle, Alex scolds him, "You said it was Canadian bacon!"
"I changed my mind when my feet hit the bottom floor." Then, walking over to the interest on the stove, Kyle gives Scott a sweet kiss on the cheek, saying, "How's it going this morning babe?"
After looking at Kyle, Scott says to Alex, "He drink in the morning too?"
Kyle was pounced on again by Alex as he voiced his opinion, "Oh sure. Go and give a stranger a kiss before...."
"Scotty a stranger? Geese Alex, he's like one of the family now!"
Carrying on the humor, Alex tells, "Better hurry, while you can still make your getaway Scotty!"
Turning from his cooking, turning the gas off, setting the skillet on a hot plate, Scott asks, "And what's keeping you here Alex?"
Kyle interjects, "Yeah. What is it that keeps you coming into my bed every night, Alex?"
"Interesting question, Kyle?" Scott makes comment.
"Hmmm.. wanna find out Scotty?" Alex dares say.
Kyle comes back with, "Don't even think about it Alex or I'll borrow one of Knapp's cock cages!"
"His what?" Scott asked, Alex too asking, "What's a cock cage?"
"Man, are you guys dense or what?"
Alex thens hounds his lover, "It's not like Scotty and me grew up around a sadistic brother all our lives!"
"You have a brother? He's sadistic?" Scott said.
"Now look what you went and did, Alex. Scotty's going to think my family are vampires or such!"
"You're evading the question," Alex replied.
Scotty presses, "So, what's a cock cage?"
"Um, like a 'cage' you put your 'cock' in, dah?" Kyle responded.
"Maybe I am dense," Alex says, "but why would anybody want to put their cock into a cage."
Then seeing an in for further humor, Scott says, "I prefer cagefree cocks."
"Oooooh that was soooooo bad, Scotty!" Alex tells him, moving behind his back and putting Scott into a bear hug.
Totally out of it by now, Scott says, "Mmmm.... feels hot having your cock against my ass, Alex!" He winks at Kyle.
"Your cock? Alex, you fucking around with strangers now?"
"Strangers? Why Kyle-me-boy, wasn't it thee whom just sayeth Scotty is a member of our harem?" Alex tries his hand at prose.
"Harem?" Scotty questions Alex's choice of words. "Does this mean I'm invited to bed with you guys tonight?"
Robustly Kyle comes out with, "I love orgies!"
"Oh?" Alex asks. "And when was your lastest one, Kyle-me-boy?"
"Oh man Alex. That Irish accent has 'got' to go!"
"You Irish Alex?" The question came from the kitchen entrance, Jarrett standing there, boxer shorts so low they seemed to hang on the bridge of his cock.
"Not the last time I checked," he replied, adding, "Need a safety pin, Jarrett?"
"For what?" Jarrett asked, not seeing it any problem most of his pubic hair was showing.
The only bold one, Scott, walked up to Jarrett, took the two parts hanging at his hips and yanked them up, "Nothing like letting it all hang out, Jarrett!"
"Owwwwwch! Oh shit Scotty, you gave me a wedgie!"
"Feel good?" Kyle asks, with a smile.
"Good? How could a guy enjoy having his balls crushed with the middle of his boxer briefs?" Jarrett inquires, his hand down his pants to make sure Scott didn't cause any damage.
Alex comes out with, "What would Knapp do?"
"What would nap do? Nap who?" Jarrett says, his nose keying in on the skillet on the stove.
"Napp is Kyle's brother who is a sadist," Scott informs him.
"Hmm... this is good. What is it?" Jarrett asks, taking a forkful of the skillet food in his mouth.
"Salmon," Alex replies. "Don't it want to make you barf?"
"Salmon? Like the fish that swim in the sea - salmon?"
Blowing his whole mouth up like a blowfish, Jarrett made like he was going to barf up the leftovers in his stomach.
"Jarrett, you didn't wake me?"
Houseguest number two appeared, looking for his sleep mate.
"Oh sorry Jason." Immediately he greeted Jason, throwing his arm around his shoulders, leading him across the kitchen. "You've 'got' to taste this salmon. It's like sooooo good!"
Kyle, Scott and Alex exchange looks, smiling and rolling eyes at each other.
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"So, what are we going to do today?" Dominic asked, lying there peacefully with Devon, enjoying his free day off from teaching, in lieu of a near snowless winter.
"Can't we just lay here all day and make love?"
"My pumper is kind of out of gas," Dominic said, flipping his soft cock around, slapping it against his thighs.
"It was nice last night. I missed it," Devon replied.
"Yeah. Me two. Jerking off never takes the place of a lip massage."
Not that he didn't trust Dominic, but asked anyway, "Um, you didn't like have any.... um tricks over or anything?"
"Oh yeah," he left his cock alone long enough to snap his fingers, "That's what I meant to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"About the tricks. Oh man, almost had the cops on my tail for obstructing traffic. The boys were lined up at the front door... had their ass invaded and then paraded right out the back door. Even the cops got jealous and..."
"And you're full of baloney!" Devon said, giving Dominic's cock a little slap to the side.
Dominic complains, "Hey watch it. You might sprain it!"
"Well since your cock has fallen and can't get up I guess I'll take my shower!"
"I get the feeling all I'm good for is a hot fuck!" Of course he joked, the mood the two were in.
"Nah. Let's go shopping!" Devon replied, headed for the jon.
"I'll shop ya!" Dominic said, chasing Devon, light on his feet into the jon.
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"Feeling better young man?" the doctor asked, standing above Jim.
"I've got a terrible headache."
"I don't doubt it. It's the usual thing when a person slams their head into a tree limb. You're very lucky you don't have a concussion."
Second thing Jim says to the doctor, "I don't have any medical insurance."
"Oh that's bad. Now I'll have to kick you out!"
"Kick who out?" Jack questioned the doctor, entering the room, a plant in his hand.
"Oh it's just me making fun again," the forty-something doctor made merry. Then seeing a tender moment ready to take off, he tells them, "if you need me, hit the little red button."
Both Jim and Jack thanked the kind doctor.
"He's a cute guy," Jim said.
"Believe me. He's more than cute!" Jack retoerted.
Jim knew he was missing something, as with why the cop didn't give Jack a ticket last night and now a shared secret with one of the illustrious hospital staff? "Do you know everybody around here in these parts, Jack?"
"Most," Jack supplied the simplified answer.
"Some more 'intimate' than others?" Jim insinuated, the lite smile on his face.
Pointing his finger, Jack replied, "That's about the gist of it."
Parking his ass on the side of the bed, Jack's butt pushed Jim's leg aside. Leading into the conversation, Jack says, "Oh, here. I almost forgot. I brought you some daffydils or something... whatever."
"Daffodils? You've got to be kidding, Jack. These are miniature roses."
"Oh yeah. I guess that's why they kept sticking me in the ass on the way over here."
"So," Jim said, leaving enough leeway for more to be said about last night, rather early this morning.
"I guess I kind of got you riled up last night, didn't I?" Jack worked his way up to confessing.
"Pissing me off could be a mild way of saying it," Jim replied.
"Yeah well, the best way of explaining it most likely, is..."
"You don't have to explain yourself."
"I don't?" Jack said, placing the yellow rose plant on the side table, before it pricked its way through Jack's jeans, holding the plant between his legs, utilizing his crotch pocket to keep it upright.
"Nope. I mean you have a reputation to stand up for, right?"
With tongue in cheek Jack thought on Jim's meaning for a minute. "Well I... um...."
Not wasting too much time, Jim adds, "You've lived in this area for a long time, right?"
"Well sure. Since I was about fifteen," Jack spilled some more personal history.
"And you know almost everybody, right?"
Trying to figure out where Jim was going, Jack played along, "That I can own up to."
"Some more 'intimate' than others?" Jim leaned towards, maybe finding out more coincidental encounters between more than a country doctor and police officer.
Now Jack was tired of playing 'Jeopardy'. "Where you headed with this Jim?"
Rather than spell it out in black and white, Jim went on some his gut presumptions, "I bet that police officer looked pretty damn hot in chaps, dishing out orders to some boy. You and he 'play' together, Jack?"
Getting more comfy, leaning back on the bed, bod propped up on his elbows, Jack morphed from his interrogation pose to one of recalling thoughts of yesteryear. "Yup. I can remember it as clear as day, Craig and I at our first dungeon party. Man, we were as green as two Granny Smith apples!"
"As green as Bill Miller?"
"Yeah, poor Bill. I almost feel sorry for the guy, only..."
After an interval of silence, almost like Jack let the seconds pass like he urged Jim to ask, "What about him?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Jack replied.
All too wise, Jim says, "Like your silence didn't give enough hint, Jack?"
While explaining, Jack's finger painted lines in Jim's hospital garment, his hand zeroing in on Jim's stomach, finding the indentation, dipping his index finger into Jim's bellyhole, pressing the cottom fabric in. "If you wanted my opinion, Bill Miller isn't cut out for the 'master' slot."
"How so?" Then forgetting himself, Jim rambles on, "I thought he was pretty good at... oh never mind about that."
For now Jack left the latter statement alone. If he had been lying there with his shirt stripped, his armpits would be painted with dark pit fur as he lay back to give his undivided opinion of Jim's boss. "In my own opinion, Bill Miller should never have been outfitted in chaps. Nope, more the submissive type. He puts on an act, but deep down inside, as I see it, Bill's real desire is to be owned."
Knowing Jack would weasel the information out of him, Jim voiced another opinion, saying, "That's not the impression I got in his office at work."
While Jim pressed the subject, figuring he wanted to tell his story, Jack left the door open. "Oh? So you and Bill have beey playing around on the job. Is that it?"
"First time we ever did anything was this past week. Other than then nobody even knew I was gay!"
Listening, withdrawing his hands from behind is head, Jack crossed his stomach with his arms, his fingers interlocking in the middle of his stomach, all ready for a detailed explanation.
Sensing it, Jim, who could be a big tease, said, "I've give you the quick version. He asked me to come into his office, sat there with his ass on the desk, thinking I'd be gullible enough to stare at his 'belt'."
"And did you?"
A smile grew into a grin, on Jack's face, Bill aquiring an almost embarrassed impression. "Neither of us said anything at first.. rather it was by me giving myself away. Bill? I think he is pretty keen on figuring a guy out. He's got that... that..."
"Gaydar?" Jack blurted out.
"Yeah, that's it. Anyway, he started in on this 'act' like we were in a play or something, asking me if I 'wanted it'. I can't recall his exact words."
Still grinning, Jack could picture it, a scene not unlike he's posed to guys along the course of his life, the occasional construction worker, cable guy, fratboy, pumper at the gas station, shopper at the food market, and 'client' in his line of work, the criminal justice system of the local town he resided in.
"You're in deep thought. I can tell." Jim wasn't oblivious to Jack's mind wandering.
Thawing the smile frozen on his face, Jack replies, "Reminds me of one of my cases at work."
"Work? You raise horses, right?"
It's a subject which hadn't come up, unlike the talk over Bill Miller leading to Jim working at the Coffee Bean and trying to interest himself in finding 'something' which required him to work towards a college degree.
"Raise horses? If I made a living raising horses, I'd live on the 'poor farm'!"
Both got laugh out of it. Based on Jack's looks, both in and out of the chaps, plus knowing Jack owned a few acres in upscale Westchester, a garage full of three vehicles, Jim figures, "What are you then? A director? Write screen plays? Some business tycoon?"
"Try parole officer, plus an only son who inherited a bundle?"
"Parole officer? Don't you work with jailbirds?" Jim guessed.
"At least you're lukewarm. I work for the criminal justice systeam, but I'm more involved in helping inmates before and after they integrated back into society," Jack replied.
"I'm impressed. So," he reverted back to Jack's 'been there-done that' attitude. "you had some fun with one of your parolees?"
"First of all," Jack got serious as hell, "I've always made it a point not to mix business with 'pleasure', especially the kind of pleasure I enjoy."
"So I take it you came across the 'exception to the rule'?"
"Y'know Jim, maybe you should set your sights on becoming a private investigator?"
Acknowledging Jack it could be interesting, Jim more concerning himself with the nitty-gritty details of Jack's story, he pressed on, "So you had fun with some guy?"
"I'm really not supposed to share casefiles with anybody."
"Oh come on Jack. Finish what you started," Jim came out with, sitting up and then sinking down when the half foot of altitude made his head swim.
"Alright, alright. You just take it easy," Jack said after leaning forwards, taking Jim's shoulders and pressing them back down into the hospital bed, adjusting the sheet, tucking each side into Jim's pits.
So, for the better part of thirty minutes, Jack told the story of Manny Delgado, an illegal alien who, at sixteen, got lost in the justice system for two years, between waiting for a trial, being tried and sentenced, then mistakenly sent to prison instead of a correctional facility.
"How can they screw up like that, Jack. The poor kid!" Jim felt sentiments even though he's never met Manny.
"My thoughts exactly. I happened to dig out of Manny the fact he was seventeen, one month before his eighteenth birthday. Well, not me personally."
"Um, did he get stuck in a situation something like the Tv show 'Oz'?"
"Like I said, I didn't discover Manny's plight on my own. One of the inmates I worked with alerted me to the fact a minor was incarcerated at the state prison. He's one lucky kid I tell you."
Knowing there was more, much more, Jim coaxed Jack into continuing.
"Chuck...."
"I thought you said his name was Manny?"
Seeing Jim all hyped up, Jack cut him off with, "His name... the kid... his name was... is Manny. Now I'm talking about Chuck, which isn't really Manny's savior's name, because I'm not even supposed to be telling you all this?"
"Don't worry, Jack. After you tell me everything, I'll instantly forget it!"
On one hand, Jack wondered if his ability of control, something he managed to have intact all his life, was being lost on Jim who seemed now to be the one prying information out. If it was anybody else, Jack might have cut a guy off half an hour ago. "Chuck more or less assigned himself to taking care of Manny. When I asked him why he felt so overwhelmingly protective, he only explained to me about his younger brother, falling into a gang and later being a victim of a gangwar. To make a long story short, when Manny was transferred there from some prison out west, Chuck took him under his wing. This past week when I visited with him, Chuck informed me of the situation."
"Oh, so this happened most recently?" Again Jim tried sitting up, only to get dizzy and plop back down.
"You do that again boy... I mean Jim and I'll...."
"I know," Jim cut in, "I have a feeling someday that whipping post out behind the farmhouse and me are going to have a run-in!"
Lying back down, parking his hands behind his head, Jack smiles saying, "Y'know Jim, I get this very strange feeling I'm on a path with a strap in my hand and you're leading me towards that whipping post?"
After less than a minute of staring, their minds talking mentally, Jim breaks silence with, "I'd like to at least try it."
His watch right there on his wrist, Jack didn't have to look far for the time of day. "Well, I think I better get going. The horses can't feed themselves!"
"Wait. What about Manny?" This time, two inches of his head off the pillow blurred Jim's vision.
"That's it. Your bod is definitely going to be feeling up the south side of that whipping post!"
It excited Jim into thinking the tinglies in his crotch region came as a result of Jack's authority mentally stripping him down, his hands extended above his head, the feel of the strap on his back. The reverie was short as Jim, strove for details of Manny.
"It was a terrible price for Manny to pay, two years of his life gone as he floated around, all because he lifted a CD from a store."
"That's it? How could they do that to him?"
"Stranger things have happened. Anyway, as I understand it, the DA has made arrangements to have Manny released."
"So, Manny's the one you had a 'little fun' with?" Jim searched for details, seemingly skipped over by Jack's biographical sketch.
"No." After a long sigh, Jack replied, "That Chuck was so fuckin' hot to play with. Man could he take it!"
This time when Jim sat up, a good reason, feeling Jack's crotch, he smiled instead of a dizzy spell knocking him back down. "He must've been!"
"That's it! I'm outta here," Jack said, retreiving his hands from behind his head, leaping off the bed.
All Jim could think about is his bod strung up on the south side of the whipping post, quite the total opposite of Jack's actions, making him lie down once again, his hand combing out Jim's light brown hair, a glimpse into his hazel eyes before Jack sweetly kissed him on the lips. Slowly pivoting his body away from Jim, left the twenty-four year old in awe.
Leaving it as that, Jack could see fatigue coming over Jim for the past ten minutes or so. He figured it was a nice gesture, leaving Jim to dream about their first 'serious' kiss.
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"Something special happening at work today, Alex?"
"What makes you say that?" Alex questioned Kyle as he slipped his butt into his black dress slacks.
"The briefs?"
"Oh yeah," Alex reveals the truth. "I haven't worn this pair since high school."
"Long time. It's got to be what? A month, Alex?"
"Yeah," Alex replied, his face drooping along with his shoulders.
"What's the matter?" Kyle asks, climbing from the bed, putting his arms around his lover, his front to Alex's back.
Looking up in the mirror, it's as if Alex hadn't felt the touch of arms encasing him.
"Oh nothing. It just seems everything is happening so fast. It seems like only yesterday I took my first dive into the swimming pool. And that very first pair of my own briefs I sold. Man, I can't believe how the guys went wild over them. I mean the only difference was the extra little pouch up front."
Kyle reasons, "Wouldn't you rather have 'it' loosely hang out rather than cooped up?"
"Doesn't hurt that it looks good too."
Saying something personal about his loved one, Kyle says, "Yeah. Especially without any briefs at all!"
Suddenly the loft bedroom was rocked by voices and laughter down below.
Kyle says to Alex, "Is that Vince?"
"Sounds like," Alex replied, looking to his wrist, announcing, "and he's way past his curfew."
"Believe me, Alex. A thirty-four year old man of Vince's stature doesn't need a curfew."
Grabbing his black bow tie and cufflinks from the dresser Alex followed Kyle down the circular staircase.
As if planned, they all converged on the kitchen, Jarrett and Jason already there, Scott serving them up breakfast.
Upon seeing Vince arrive at the entrance to the kitchen door, Jarrett gets his digs in, "So, do enough fucking up this morning Vince?"
Kyle, Alex and the gang waited for the punch line, but Vince never followed through with the characterized one-liner about smacking Jarrett.
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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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