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FOR SALE BY OWNER 56 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"So, what are the kids up to?" Alex said as Kyle came in from the kitchen and flopping himself down in the sofa.
"Well.... I gave Scotty the night off from doing the dishes. I mean it seemed awkward for Michael to be wandering a strange place on his own..."
"I would have entertained him," Alex joked.
Getting it, Kyle responded, "Never you mind. Let a single man do the job!"
"By the way," Alex inquires, "Just what is up with Scotty, juggling three men is it?"
"According to him, it's one or now I'm not so sure two. Reiko is out of the picture."
"And his suave Frenchman from Braddock's?"
Kyle renders, "French yes, but Mathieu's voice hardly has any foreign inflection at all."
"Hmm," Alex says mischeviously, "I wonder if that applies to his bedside manners?"
"Something you'll never find out!"
Alex, being slick, comes back with, "Unless we hear it from Scotty?"
In conflict of interests, Kyle states, "I hope you don't go around telling the Coffee Bean crew what we do in bed!"
"Of course not. Though if you do some more bribing I won't....."
On the same wavelength, Kyle bowls Alex over onto his side, his back against the arm of the sofa. Lying down he falls with his shoulders on Alex's chest.
Tipping his chin forwards, Alex's lips meet up with his lover's. That's not all he was feeling as Kyle's hands busied with his zipper. "Twice in one day, Kyle. I don't know if I can...."
"With your big balls, Alex? Shut up!" If Kyle has his way, Alex will be shooting a third load later on this evening!
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"Nice room, Scotty." Sitting on the edge of the other bed in the guest room, Michael is bouncing up and down. "Lots different than sleeping on a park bench."
"Better than the rooms down at the hostel."
"Where?"
"Downtown. It's the first place I stayed when I got off the bus in New York."
"Um, how did you ever get mixed up with Kyle and Alex?"
As Scotty told his story, Michael sat there and listened. Three minutes passed and Michael decided to get more comfortable. Kicking off his sneakers he hiked his ass up on the bed, flopping his head down on the pillow.
"Tired?" Scotty interrupted himself.
"A little, but go ahead. Sounds interesting," Michael replied, parking his hands behind his head.
Scotty hoped Michael didn't notice him snatching a glance at where his tee shirt hiked up, leaving his navel and dark `catepillar' to his beltline visible. "So...." Scotty continued, leaning against the wall. Two minutes later Michael seemed to be living in the life beyond, dead to the world. "Michael are you still listening?" Sitting up, he leaned over, "Michael?" Scotty smiled, watching Michael's chest rise and fall. So quiet was it, he could hear Michael breathing. He took advantage of the situation to study the quarter inch wide treasure trail, then shooed it away with his hand. But as he closed the door behind himself he thought of the whole picture from this afternoon, Michael standing there in the shower in the buff. He knew Kyle and Alex were on the sofa, but hadn't clue to their activity. "Hey guys, Michael is..... oh sorry. Didn't mean to," he gulped as Kyle popped off, "interrupt!"
Alex asks, "Whatsamatter Scotty? Looks as if you never saw a man giving another man a blow job!"
"Actually," Scotty said in all honesty, "haven't!
"Oh, you haven't lived," Kyle replies.
"Want to watch?" Alex quizzes him.
However everybody wasn't in agreement, Kyle bustin' on him, "Aleeeeeeex?"
Scotty surrendered the thought, "Never mind guys. I'm going to go look up some recipes in the kitchen. Have fun."
"Nice way to spend an evening," Alex said to his mate.
"I hope you're kidding Alex. You actually don't want Scotty standing here watching me workover your cock, do you?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Alex replies, "Who knows? Maybe it'll turn you on!" Of course he knew it could do the same for himself.
"Have you `ever' had a guy watch a guy give another guy a blow job?"
Alex was silent, his smile answering for him.
"Well? Did you get turned on?"
"I had a raging hard-on if that's what you're driving at?" He replied to Kyle. He also says suggestively, "You might like it?"
Figuring he should knock some of these crazy ideas out of the way before he and Alex were `responsible adults', he gave in, "Okay, but you go ask him!"
"We'll both go," Alex replied, jumping off the sofa, tucking his cock back in, zipping up.
"Find anything," Kyle asked.
Scotty was just about to mention Alex's surprise birthday, but caught himself and said, "Just a new twist to spaghetti and meatballs."
Being in rare form, Alex closes the book on Scotty.
"That was rude!" Kyle says.
"Yeah I know, Alex replies as he hikes his butt up on the butcherblock kitchen island. Getting right to it, without dropping the hint, Alex unbuckles his belt.
"What is this, Kyle?" Scotty asks Alex's partner.
"Grin and bear it, okay Scotty? Just remember that this wasn't `my' idea?"
Turning back to the corner of the table, he sees Alex parking his briefs under his big balls.
"Excuse me," Kyle says.
To make it more dramatic, Alex did some play-acting, groaning with all his might as he parked his hands behind his head and flexed his whole bod, throwing his chest outwards. "Oh man does that feel fuckin' hot!"
"If you two guys are doing this for my benefit it's not working." Then remembering Kyle's word of caution, not being his idea, "It's `not' turning me on guys."
Kyle stopped and looked at Scotty, as well as Alex staring their friend down. "What's wrong with him?" Alex asks Kyle.
"Wait Scotty," Alex said, catching him by the arm.
With his balls parked on the butcher block table, his cock flopped down, the head resting on the same, "Okay. You have my full apology," Alex said as Kyle stood there with his arms across his chest.
Kyle stood up for his other half, "You have to forgive Alex. Some nights he gets so horny he comes up with these dopey schemes."
Scotty decided to give Alex a break saying, "Okay. No problem." Turning to leave the kitchen, he returns to the table. "You know what would `really' turn me on?"
"What?" both Alex and Kyle replied.
"Watching Alex suck `you' off Kyle?"
Both expected to hear Alex protest something like, No, no, no, no, no,' but instead, Alex replies, "Hmm. Sounds interesting. Could maybe get a rise out of it!"
"He must be getting a temperature," Kyle said, moving his palm to Alex's forehead to see, instead pushing him over.
Kyle and Scotty retreated to the sofa, Kyle switching on the Tv. They sat there a minute and watched Logo, `East Side story' playing. Engrossed in the movie the two didn't hear Alex come out of the kitchen. The only light illuminating the room gleamed in broken up segments of flashing lights.
"Aleeeeeeeeex!" the two yelled when Alex got in their path of vision.
"Are you crazy?" Kyle questions him.
"A little bit!" Alex replied as he stood there in the buff. He got down on his knees in front of them.
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"So? How was the job at the cafe today?" Jack asks Jim as they readied for bed.
"Um... uh..." Jim stuttered, not really wanting to tell the truth as he picked up the sheet on his side of the bed and began to climb in.
"Let me rephrase the question. Mind telling me how you got the raw nips?"
He hasn't lied to Jack yet and didn't plan on keeping any ghosts in the closet. Taking a deep breath he tells, "I quit working at the Hudson Cafe. You won't believe it Jack. Over the counter the place is a pig sty and.... bet that cup of coffee you had this morning was stirred with the toothpick Bill picked his teeth with!"
Putting on a horrible look, Jack complained, "Couldn't you have kept that to yourself, Jim?"
"If you want me to start lying to you, sure. But I'd rather tell you the truth. I told Bill to his face something to the effect the place should be jet-cleaned with Clorox. Told him what I thought of his slimy business. And like I told you this morning, I wasn't going there to be belittled, which is the direction he was headed in from there."
"Wow! Quite a mouthful."
"Like I said. I'm telling you straight up. I haven't said anything I don't mean, to you yet."
"Nice to know. Okay, so it didn't work out with the cafe. So, you spend you day in the truck playing with your nips?"
Noticing Jim's red nips, all puffy, hardly hidden against the lightly haired reddish-blond chest of close-cropped hair, he took the opportunity for a little niptug.
"Owch!" Jim replied.
"Tender, huh?"
So, Jim went on to elaborate about the farmstand, the `help wanted' sign, the old man - Red, the Mexican worker-turned-salesman and then Jean-Phillip. "He said he knew you."
"Knew me huh?"
Jim filled him in, "He likes to be called John, but you might know him as `boy'?"
Jack sat up, snapped his fingers and replied, "Jean-Phillipe! Yeah, the one I took to Sonnemaker's party. The one I...."
"You sure let a hot one go, Jack."
Sliding back down in the bed, Jack replied, "Yeah I know, but I think I got a fair trade!"
Turning over on the bed, Jim initiated the kiss.
"So what about the nips?"
"Oh well that's quite another story." Jim went on to tell about Jean-Phillipe, or John as he now referred to, wanting him to whip his back.
"That's Jean-Phillipe!" Jack replied. "A glutton for punishment."
"I don't get it."
"Get what?" Jack asked as they slowly worked towards merging bods in the bed.
"John is such a muscle hunk. How could you let him slip out of your fingers and take up with a guy like me? You weren't on drugs that night of Sonnemaker's party were you?"
"Could be," Jack replied. But having heard enough talk he doused the light and in the darkness slipped into his bottom role, going at it with the `boy' he chose at the bdsm party to be with for the rest of his life.
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"I didn't know you had it in you, Alex," Kyle says, sitting there as the Tv illuminates just enough of the room for Scotty to see Alex licking Kyle's privates.
"Move over," they hear.
"Michael, I thought you were asleep," Scotty says.
"I was." Then meant to make the guys laugh, "I got thirsty though!"
"Go Scotty," Alex said when Michael went for Scotty's zipper.
"Nah. That's okay," Scotty said. Tomorrow's Saturday and I've got an early day."
"Was it the way I said it?" Michael asks as Scotty gets up and retires to his room.
"Nah," Kyle replies. "Scotty's got boy troubles."
"I didn't mean I was trying to cut in on his action," Michael said innocently.
"I don't think Scotty thought that at all Michael," Alex says, patting Michael on the shoulder.
"Right," Kyle agrees.
"So what's with him?"
Seeing more of Scotty both in the townhouse and out, as they shopped, Kyle responds, "Scotty's in love and he doesn't know it!"
"In love?" Alex questions. "With who?"
"Mathieu. The French salesguy we met at Braddock's."
"But that was one time," Alex replied as Michael listened.
Michael interrupts, "You guys never heard of love-at-first-sight?"
"Why?" Kyle asks, "You've experienced it?"
It then opened up the real truth in Michael's background, the late teenage years, Michael and his teen lover and the family feud which broke them up and separated them for life.
"His parents sent him off to boarding school?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah. But it was worse for me. Before I decided I had to get out I was slapped around, mocked, called a `damn faggot'. I didn't know what to do guys. My dad wouldn't listen to reason. I thought of only two ways out," Michael said, almost driven to tears.
"So you cut out?" Alex replied, he and Kyle knowing the `other' way out, most likely suicide.
Alex still knelt on the floor in the buff as Michael took up the cushion Scotty had occupied. Both listened as Michael told them how he lied to them, telling them he was an only child after his older brother got tired of putting up with beatings and slurs and took to the road."
"Your brother was gay too?"
"Yeah," Michael responded low-keyed. "I didn't know there could be two... two brothers who could be gay."
"Did your dad try to stop him?"
"Oh you bet. It was some scene too, furniture getting busted up as dad fought it out with Sean. I got my wish though."
"What was that?"
"Sean won out. He was good with his fists, being a boxer in school. He was in good shape, more than I could say for my old man." Another part of Michael's woes, he explained how after his mom died, the breadwinner turned to drinking and eating his way out of a size 36w, jacking his waistline up to a forty-four. "By the time I thought about leaving he had lots of weight behind that first punch."
As they talked, the flame between Alex and Kyle slowly burned out, Kyle stuffing his meat back in his pants. Alex sat on the sofa next to Kyle, placing a small deco pillow in his lap.
"I could take only so much. Tell you, Sean was the inspiration which gave me courage. Day after graduation I was out of there."
With the Tv muted they hadn't realized `East Side Story' ended. Bright light suddenly filled the room as if instant daylight ascended.
After thanking Alex for `rescuing' him from another night on the street and Kyle for the bed, Michael excused himself back to bed.
"At least we found out where Michael is `really' from."
"Yeah," Kyle replies. "It's a long way from Fairbanks!"
The two decided it was time for them to turn in as well. Before doing so, Kyle cracked the door to Michael's quarters.
"Asleep?"
"I think probably as soon as his head hit the pillow," Kyle replied.
As they climbed the stairs to the loft, they chatted about Michael's welfare and began charting his future. Recently appointed assistant manager of the Coffee Bean, Alex created the job of `dishwasher' so Michael could get his foot in the door of employment, experience to carry with him to his next job.
"So you were just getting started, Alex. Care to finish?"
Instead, Alex whined as he fell over on his back.
"I thought so," Kyle replied, turning over and flopping his chest down on Alex's. However neither brought each other to orgasm, falling to sleep in each other's arms.
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"I smell bacon!" Alex says out loud as he fully awakes and sits up.
"You smell bacon every morning!" Kyle replies. Before Alex can get away he states, "I had a `hot' dream last night."
"Yeah. And?" Alex asks, feeding his legs in his lowrise briefs and pulling them up to about four inches from his navel.
"I had you in it."
"Only me?" Alex replied, his curiosity driving him on.
Then telling all, Kyle remarks, "We were in bed, doing a 69 as Michael and Scotty watched."
"Really? Well I hope you got something out of it!" Alex replies, leaving the room.
Kyle flopped back down in bed. Closing his eyes he relived the dream as if an outer body experience. His hand played along with him thinking about Alex and himself 69ing it, watching Scotty and Michael with their big rods out and revving them up. He didn't get as far as Scotty, Michael and Alex shooting their loads, but did have the great satisfaction of volcanic proportions. Maybe he didn't get to taste Alex's load, but scooping fingerfuls of cock jizz from his stomach was enough to satisfy his hunger.
Meanwhile it wasn't only Alex smelling up breakfast, Michael beating him to the kitchen.
"Want to save some for somebody else?" Alex made fun of Michael, whom Michael thought was serious, but then smiled at Alex's smile as he stole a piece of bacon off his plate.
"Y'know it's rude to that, Alex?" Michael tried shaming him.
"Too bad I ain't got no manners," Alex joked. Reporting to where Scotty cooked up some more eggs and bacon, Alex allowed his stubbled chin to sit on the eighteen year old's shoulder.
"Speaking of manners, didn't your mama ever teach you to groom yourself before breakfast, Alex?" Scotty busted on him.
Standing up straight, Alex lifted his right arm and `smelled' his armpit. "I don't smell anything rancid!" But he did pick up on the mixture of men-scents from yesterday's man action, from afternoon to night without a shower to wash their bods clean.
But Michael noticed, making comment about his own lifestyle, which also reflected on Alex's body-flavor, "On the streets I hardly had the chance to shower. Only when some guy took me to a motel. But there was this one time when a guy liked licking off my bod even though I hadn't had a bath or shower for several days."
"I hope he gargled before kissing!" Alex replied.
"You're in rare form this morning," Kyle said as he entered the kitchen.
Scotty dictated to Alex, "Sit!"
"Whatd'I look like? Some dog?" Alex replied as he parked his ass on one of the bar stools.
"If you bark, you get an extra strip of bacon," Scotty called his bluff.
Alex woofed twice and got two extra strips of bacon in addition to his `one'. "Hey, think you can spare it?" Alex complained.
A get even tactic for Alex stealing a piece off his plate, Michael said, "Here, have some of mine!" He tossed a tiny bacon bit to Alex's plate.
"Nobody better accuse Michael of not being generous!" Alex responded to Michael with sarcasm.
"Soooo, Mr. Assistant Manager... ahem?" Kyle tried cuing Alex in.
"Oh yeah. Got a job for you down at the Coffee Bean, where I work. It's not a biggie position, but it'll get you started," Alex offers in almost one breath. "We need a dishwasher, so I thought it might interest you."
"Hmmm," Michael thinks it over for a sec. "I `was' thinking of maybe getting something requiring intelligence?"
"You got some?" Alex asks.
Kyle kicked his leg, asking his lover, "Don't you have something more `intelligent', Alex?"
Alex had question on his mind, turning to Kyle, wondering why he changed his tune, thinking the dishwasher position for Michael would be perfect as a startup job. The only position Alex could think of is, "My job, but that's already filled!"
Then Michael shifts gears, saying, "I thought maybe since I have an interest in physics I'd try hitting up a scientific company for a job."
All three were amazed, Michael suddenly pole vaulting himself into the hierarchy of the intelligence community.
"Physics, huh?" Alex asks.
Kyle wondered, asking, "I know I've heard it before, but what exactly is it?"
Putting on airs, Alex handles it, "The study of properties and interactions of space, time, matter and energy."
"That pretty much covers it. Thanks Alex!"
Michael and Alex locked eyes.
Trying not to show lack of knowledge Kyle asks, "I didn't know that, did you Scotty?"
Scotty knew, but responds, "I hadn't a clue!"
"Cooks!" Alex blames their ignorance.
"For your information, Mr. Smartypants," Kyle digs, "we're referred to as `chefs'," as he holds his head high.
"Yeah whatever... all I know is if `this' chef," Alex refers to Scotty, "isn't ready in a half hour, he's going to be late for work!"
Scotty took a quick glance and then reiterated what Alex had just informed him.
"Um, do I still have the dishwasher job?" Michael asks.
"I thought you were going to look for a `science' job, Michael?"
"I don't think I'll impress a human resources person in the rags I wore here!"
"I'm sure Kyle can tide you over. He's got a closet you wouldn't believe, Michael!"
"Thanks Scotty," Kyle responds.
"And," Alex lends a hand, "if you borrow `too' many clothes Kyle will get annoyed and take you on a shopping trip to Braddock's, you'll meet up with a French salesjock and if you're lucky you'll live happily ever after!"
Scotty cuts in, "Only thing, skip the French part!"
Kyle and Alex exchange glances.
Getting what transpired, Michael tells, "Oh you don't have to worry about that. Me? I kind of have had enough gay sex for awhile."
Now it was the three trading off looks, excluding Michael, who pay attention to clearing his plate.
"The time?" Alex warned Scotty again.
"Every man for themselves," Scotty shouted, undoing the apron, reducing himself to the morning garb, a pair of boxer shorts.
"I better get going too," Michael suggests, "I don't want to be late for my first day on the job!"
"Or," Alex puts it after Michael leaves, "Save water... share a shower!"
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"You up already?" Jack asks Jim.
"Got a job now where I have to get up with the hens and chickens."
"I think the hens and chickens were up hours ago," Jack responds as his hand moves under the sheet.
"No cumming now," Jim dictates.
"Fuck that! If you remember I didn't get to jerk off last night?"
"Yeah, but I did!"
Ripping the sheet off the bed, Jim exposes Jack's 9.5c, all primed for a whack off. All ready to head for the shower, Jim makes a detour, slapping Jack's hand away from his pubes.
"Hey!"
But soon his annoyance is soothed by Jim kneeling on the bed, bowled over forwards, his mouth going right over Jack's hard shaft.
"Ooooooooooh!" Jack sighs out loud, his head crushing his pillow.
To make matters more intense for Jack, Jim reaches up and lightly mashes Jack's nips!
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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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