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 59 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Don't you guys believe in combing your hair?" Alex joked as the pair, Chris Battani and Jacov Reuveni, exited from the spare room.
"I don't think I own a comb," Chris says.
Pulling one from his pocket, Jacov offers, "I've got one." But first he ran it through his own head of hair.
"C'mon. Sit down," Alex says, clearing his feet from the coffee table and tidying up on the magazines his feet mussed.
"No. Don't sit down!" Kyle said as he came out from the kitchen. "Dinner is being served."
Four was about all who could fit in the diningroom, one of the downsides to the townhouse. That's why most of their meals were eaten in the kitchen. Wanting it more formal, Kyle covered the square table with a satiny cloth and set out the good French china and as Chris put it, "Is this `real' silver?" holding up a spoon which cast his reflection.
"Seven hundred dollars a place setting. You figure it out!" Kyle joked, not meaning to show off.
"Sa-seven ha-hundred?" Chris exclaimed. "Wow! I'm eating off of a hundred dollar spoon!"
In the same class as Kyle, Jacov says, "Get over it Mary. Your tongue's not going to tarnish it. I'm as hungry as a bear. Can we eat now?"
"I'm with you," Alex said.
It was a nice evening at the dinner table, Jacov telling, "Alex said there's other guys who live here. Where are they?"
"Let's see," Kyle starts counting on his fingers, "Michael and Scotty now work at the Coffee Bean and `should' be home but Alex and I bribed them into catching some pizza."
"Yeah and then there's Vince," Alex handled the `older' guy. "He's a thirty-four year old guy in a twenty-something bod!"
"And looks it?" Chris asks as he carefully wipes his soup spoon on the edge of the bowl before draining it.
"If he hit the gym once in awhile I think he could pass for one of us!"
Kyle's joke made them all laugh.
"Then there's," Alex continued, "Jason and Jarrett...."
"We wondered where they were? We hadn't seen them in ages and then they walked in today," Kyle says.
"Oh. Forgot to tell you. In Mexico?"
"Mexico? When did you hear about this Alex? And you're just telling me now?"
"Forgot to tell you. Last week. Sorry."
Chris and Jacov saw the look each of the pair gave each other. Kyle and Alex couldn't tell, but the other two knew of the footplay under the table.
"Fagetaboutit!" Kyle shooed it away. "So. There you have it."
"Only thing is we're being evicted by Kyle's big brother," Alex tells.
"How soon?" Jacov asks.
"We have to be out in two weeks," Kyle says low-keyed, "I have no idea how we are going to find a suitable place and move while Alex and the others are working."
"I'm sure something will turn up," Alex says.
Again, the pair of guests take note of Alex squeezing Kyle's hand in reassurance.
"Well," Jacov points out, "if you don't have anything before then, you're welcome to store stuff in my loft. I've got plenty of room."
"Loft huh?" Alex questions. "We've got our own private loft!"
"I think what Jacov is saying Alex is the loft isn't inside' but rather the whole rental is' a loft?"
"How can that be?"
"You've got to see it to believe it Alex," Jacov says.
Chris is following along as he slowly spoonfeeds himself, emptying his soup bowl, but keeps attuned to the conversation. When a lull occurs, he asks, "Rental? How much would it be?"
"Mine was cheap," Jacov fills him in. "They have lofts for more than three and half million, if you need the space."
Chris almost choked to death on his soup as he tried to comprehend even that much money.
Alex put it, "You have to get used to these rich boys, Chris. To them a million is a drop in the bucket!"
Acting like nothing happened, except asking Chris if he's alright, Kyle shares, "Ours would have to be at least five bedrooms with the way our guests come and go. Plus I wouldn't have the heart to kick out any of our current residents."
"Oh that's so sweet," Alex said, leaning over to give Kyle a peck on the cheek.
"Except for maybe `this' freeloader!" he busts on Alex.
"I take back that last kiss!" Alex wipes his mouth clean with his silky napkin. Then he sticks his nose into Jacov's business, "Big place for one person?"
"Yeah," Jacov says, "even with only two bedrooms it seems like I live in a vast, cold castle. Sometimes I wish it weren't only me."
Nonchalantly Alex tells, "Then why don't you have Chris move in with you?"
The two exchange glances, Jacov making the first move, "It's okay with me. Chris?"
"I would `really' have to think about this. I have my family to think about you know?"
"You don't have to give an excuse to your family for moving in with a guy," Kyle says.
Alex enlightens, "Yeah. Just tell them you need to be closer to your work and have an opportunity to live with a roommate."
"That's right. You don't have to tell them I'm gay Chris," Jacov gets on the bandwagon.
Getting serious Alex tells, "Chris, you're of age, around twenty I guess?"
"Twenty-one," Chris says.
"Twenty-one," Alex corrects himself. "You're old enough to strike out on your own. How can you get kicked out of your house if you don't live there?"
"Alex is right," Jacov says. "Besides," he answers on a cheerful note, "I think we have something going here."
Joking, but not joking, Kyle advises, "It's a big city. One can get lost in a city this size, plus there's `so' much distraction out there."
"That's Kyle," Alex kids, "always checking out the boys!"
"Damn right!" Kyle replies. It lends to a tender moment, this time hands involved as well as lips.
"I really need to think about this. Right now... today, I'd have to decline. I have a low paying job and in college parttime..."
"And $80 in your checking account," Jacov reminds.
"Yeah. So where am I going to get half of three million dollars?"
Alex to the rescue, "Do what I did. Marry the man!"
They weren't married, but close enough to call it that. Alex struck a joyful chord, Kyle recalling meeting Alex and all the guys along the way which he wouldn't have become aquainted with if not for crossing paths. He couldn't believe in less than a year he was hooked up with the man he wanted to spend all time with.
"Earth to Kyle?" Alex woke Kyle up.
"What?"
Alex reports, "Jacov invited us to visit his loft tomorrow. He said he could take you to the real estate agency who rented the loft to him if you were interested."
"I'm interested alright, but like I said, two bedrooms won't cut it."
All the while, Chris is tallying up what two bedrooms times two, plus a couple of halves of millions would total. Inquisitively he asks, "Like how much are you willing to spend?"
Alex smiles, knowing Chris was not ready for this as Kyle states, "Twenty-five... thirty million..."
"All done with the soup?" Alex asks Chris.
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"I don't believe how many guys have tried to pick us up tonight, Michael?"
"Happens when you go to a `gay' movie."
"I suppose," Scotty tells him. "I guess we should be headed back to the townhouse."
"It's only eleven thirty, Scotty. C'mon. Let's live alittle!"
In the meatpacking district, so Michael recalled, having to do a guy there, picking up a hundred dollar bill, he recalls this `green' club.
"There it is!" Michael points the way.
When they got closer, Scotty insisted they weren't `dressed the part'.
"They don't care, Scotty. Really. The place rocks with club kids."
"Still," Scotty claims, "Club kids are better dressed than we are!"
So for now, Michael allowed Scotty to be a little backwards in his ways and opted out of the Greenhouse experience, the two heading back to the townhouse. Arriving they were just in time for dessert - baked Alaska.
"Don't mention that word," Michael referred to his hometown, in the state of Alaska.
When Chris asked `why', Michael relayed his whole ordeal of being kicked out of his house for being gay and finding his way from the polar state to New York City. "I thought I could get a job and look! I have a job! But I also have..." and he was a little squeamish to mention, "some good friends."
"We love you too, Michael," Alex said. "Now can we get it on with the baked Alaska?"
"Right in your face if you aren't kinder," Kyle told, his hand on the bottom of the merenge pie.
It must've been the wine, the way Alex carried on, "Hmm... let me take my shirt off and you can all have dessert off my chest!"
Kyle wasn't all that sober, having downed several glasses of champagne himself. With Alex flashing his chest, Kyle says, "Oops!"
The other four, Chris, Jacov, Scotty and Michael were all eyes, jaws dropping down as the Baked Alaska squashed against Alex's chest.
Alex's reply? "Mmmmmm," as he used his fingers to `taste himself'!
"Anybody else?" Kyle asked as he bent over to lick the middle of Alex's chest.
"Might be cool," Michael replies, circling the table as Scotty wrinkles up his nose.
Jacov reckons, "Might be the only time I have an excuse to get close to Kyle's partner!"
"What do you think?" Chris asks Scotty, the only two unsure ones.
"I don't know. I've never done anything like that before. Weird, I'd say. Besides, what guarantees you don't get hair stuck in your teeth?"
Wisely, Chris puts it, "In cases like these nothing is sure." He chooses to kneel and take a lick of Alex's stomach.
Going overboard, there wasn't any dessert down Alex's pants, but Michael took the liberty of unbuckling his belt, his mouth already sucking on the outline of Alex's hard shaft in his pants.
Kyle knocks Michael out of the way saying, "Hey. Only `I' go there!"
Alex grins as he says, "How can you treat our guest like that, Kyle?"
"You're right, Alex. Michael, come help!"
Finding his way slowly around the table, Scotty takes in the scene. Even though very little remained of the pie, Chris was following Jacov's lead, vying for Alex's mouth, switching off to kiss his neck under the chin. Michael was really getting into the rhythm of things, stripping his shirt.
"Whew! It's getting hot in here," Jacov followed suit, his shirt going over his head and tossed somewhere.
"Hold it guys. I'm kind of falling off my chair," Alex stopped them.
"Then get off the chair!" Kyle said demonstratively. Grabbing Alex by the waist, his briefs with two hands, he sprung him out of his chair, sat his butt on the edge of the table and bowled him over.
With the adrenaline as well as the testosterone running, he didn't feel any of the dessert plates or forks under him.
After picking up the champagne bottle and turning the bottom up, the opening in his mouth, Chris put it, "I kind of feel a little horny myself."
Monkey see-monkey do, Jacov did what Kyle did and flattened Chris out on the table like a board.
"Hi there," Alex grinned as Chris parked his bod right next to his.
"Hello," Chris responded.
Seeing Scotty not really getting into this, Michael steered him out of the diningroom.
Sucking their men Kyle and Jacov looked at each other then their men, watching for a moment as Chris and Alex lay next to each other, their bods turned in, kissing each other. Occasionally Chris would pinch Alex's pec, making him groan. As for Kyle it set off a chain reaction, Alex's cock pulsing as it kept it's hard status.
A looney night, Kyle popped off Alex to ask, "Want to trade?"
"Sure," Jacov responded.
Chris and Alex stopped for a moment, both observing, "Huh?" But then laughing it off and going back to their sweet kissing, Chris making Alex's nips redder by the minute.
"Trade back guys!" Alex said, pushing Jacov off him. "Now here's where the real fun starts!"
Chris agreed with Alex as he sunk deep into Jacov's ass, Alex's shaft drilling Kyle.
"What the fuck?" Vince says, walking in fifteen minutes after the `top-boys' turned their bottoms over on their stomachs. His ten years younger date by the hand.
"Somebody had a good time," his twenty-four year old date said of Alex and Chris lying on Kyle's and Jacov's backs, the four sleeping it seemed.
"I wonder what `was' for dessert?" Vince asks.
Retreating to the kitchen, Vince discovers an unopened bottle of... turning the bottle to look at the label, "Champagne Breaux?" he offered.
He couldn't afford it himself, but being in circles which frequented highend parties, his date, Breaux Montesant, corrects his pronunciation, "Perrier Jouet Fleur de Champagne?"
"Good year?" Vince asks.
"Very good if you like drinking up $70,000."
"Seventy...."
Flabberghasted by something he'd never be able to afford, Vince almost drops the bottle to the floor.
"I've got it!" Breaux says. He then looks up catching more than the bottom of the bottle. "Oops?"
Vince warns him, "If your hands stays there much longer it's going to cause a reaction!"
Standing up straight, Breaux let the pricey bottle of champagne linger as he kissed Vince.
He never quite had an experience as such, the half-chilled bottle rubbing against his loins as this young model made love to his lips.
Moments passed, Vince not taking responsibility for screwing up the opening of a $70,000 bottle of champagne.
"You're so silly Vince," Breaux insisted. As he poured the bubbly into two glasses, Vince slipped his hand into Breaux's open shirt.
"Getting fresh with me Vince?"
"Yeah. Like it?"
Breaux handed Vince a glass. When his hand freed up, he did likewise, rubbing a hand over Vince's hairy bod. "Do you like it?"
"Much rather have a tongue do it!"
"Vince," Breaux seemed to get serious, "you know I'm only into relationship-minded guys."
"I know," Vince replied with a smile. Then, staring down the two inches from his 6'4 stature, Vince communicates in a sexy manner, "By the way, did I mention I'm into tall guys?"
Breaux's answer, "Our lips `almost' meet?"
But thinking he's rushing things and not wanting to blow it, Vince backs off with, "I enjoyed our evening."
"Oh," Breaux snaps out of it. "Is this the end of our date?"
"Did you expect like, more?" Vince tested the waters.
"Maybe after our next date. Um, you want to kiss me goodnight?"
"Do I like have to phone your mother and ask her?" Vince replied.
"Not really. Believe it or not I can do some things without any parental guidance."
After pussyfooting around, Vince takes Breaux's chin in his hands and sweetly lays a lip lock on him.
"Oh hi Vince. Um, sorry. Didn't know you had um..." Alex swiped a look at Breaux.
Breaux wasn't immune to a stare or two, taking in the fully nude bod, Alex casually scratching his balls.
After yawning, Alex wished them a goodnight.
"Gorgeous, isn't he?" Vince asks.
Knowing Alex was tall, about his height, it fell into play, Breaux returning to intimacy, "He's okay, but for me I like tall-er men."
No time was wasted, Breaux caressing Vince's lips.
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David Sonnemaker no complaint, not that he could with Adrian's cock moving in and out of his mouth, Adrian commenting on things like, "I bet you didn't know you were such a hot cocksucker, did you David?" The guttural response only served to massage Adrian tool more sensitively.
Sweaty and quite worn out after going at David's ass for almost an hour and a half, Kief still had enough energy to voice his opinion, "I'm with you, Aid."
Detecting a change in motion, like that of a drag race, Adrian began matching Kief's fucking action, his cock mostly jutting in and out between David's lips.
"'Can't hold it much longer," Kief voiced opinion.
"You and me both!" was the last comment said.
Seemed the two let loose of their loads, David getting stabbed harshly from both northern and southern regions, feeling his ass canal warmed up by Kief's hot fluid, same time feeling shots of cream down his throat. Caught earlier in the action, touching his own cock, David's wrists had been pinned to the bed by Adrian. After both had emptied their balls, they collapsed onto David's bod, almost to the point of getting smothered, Adrian's sweaty chest to his nostrils.
Minutes later Adrian got up and again forced his cock to David's lips ordering, "Not clean it off, boy."
Of course Sonnemaker was still high-wired since he wasn't allowed to come yet, so he found it highly erotic being made to lick Adrian's half-deflated cock off.
"Need mine cleaned off too," Kief says as he kneels next to Adrian.
"He's all yours," Adrian replied, an evil grin on his face knowing David was hating to do this.
Was he ever right, David thinking first how humiliating it would be to clean the cock off of a former, bottom, dungeon associate and then worse, young college frat. Secondly he dreaded the taste of Kief's cock, the taste of his own ass juices clinging to it.
"Hold it a minute," Adrian said.
Both Kief and David looked to Adrian with exclamation. Kief dismounted from David's chest as Adrian picked up the belt and doubled it in his hand. "I think this boy needs to learn some respect." Neither said anything, watching Adrian use David's still-hard shaft as a handle.
David sighed, "Ohhhhhhhhh," as his handled shaft was pulled up in the air.
"Oh man, that's gonna hurt like hell," Kief said, well-knowing what Adrian was up to.
David said nothing. Probably Adrian could feel the pulsing in David's `main artery', the feeling of excitement as he held the doubled belt up to his set of balls.
Kief's attention shot to David's face when he asks Adrian, "Can I discipline him?"
It was the word discipline' which really grabbed David's attention. If Kief had used the term, do', then maybe David could let it slide, but the vocabulary didn't sit as well with his psyche as did the thought of the blunt force of the belt hitting the underside of his balls.
"Think you can handle it?" Adrian replied, on the same wavelength as Kief as the two stared and smiled at each other.
"Only one way to find out." Catching on real fast, Kief doubled the belt in half after Adrian handed it to him. "Higher?"
As his request, Adrian pulls up on David's cock, demanding, "And spread those legs bitch!"
David tries hard to spread his thighs, opening wide the midsection of his parted legs.
Playing their game of intimidation, Kief asks, "Like how hard should I belt his nuts?"
Throwing in some more psychological bullshit, Adrian returns, "Think back to how hard that belt landed on your back!"
They grinned at each other, Kief holding the belt out as far as his arm could reach behind him, towards the foot of the bed.
The sound was deafening as David screamed out in pain. Like true sadists, Kief and Adrian laughed as David held his privates with his legs closing like scissors.
"That the best you can do?" Adrian asks.
Kief follows through into Adrian's hands, "I don't think I have it quite right. Why don't you show me?"
It's agreed, Adrian promising to show Kief later, but for now his balls are boiling again. David's given no warning as Kief's ass flattens his chest, pacifies his tonsils, Adrian's cock stuffed under David's stinging balls.
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"Vince?" Alex says as he and Kyle view the two in their bed.
Half-asleep, Vince awake, responds, "Room for two more.... or four?" when he notices Chris and Jacov in the wings.
"Never mind," Alex tells him.
Descending from where they came, the four journey down the winding staircase, Kyle saying, "I'm going to miss this," his hand guiding him down the wrought iron path.
Checking in on Scotty and Michael, Alex's glad the two hit it off if only even for the night, the other bed freed up.
"You two don't mind shackin' up together, do you?"
Neither Chris nor Jacov knew the term, but Chris kind of got the idea, representing the the two, "One bed will be fine."
This left only the mattress lying on the floor of the room Kyle fixed up for Alex, Knapp's old room.
"It makes me sick thinking of sleeping in the bastard's old room!"
"Get a grip, Kyle. It's only for one night."
"That Vince. Why'd he have to choose `our' love nest?"
Alex tells, "Don't be so hard on yourself." Same time he flops down next to his lover with an "Umpff!"
"Not so comfortable, huh?" Kyle asks.
"Depends on `who' I'm uncomfortable with!"
Allowing his comments to reverberate, Alex showed in actions, more than words, his intentions.
"Not ageeeeeeeeen," Kyle whined.
"Whatsamatter? Don't like the way I lick you?"
"But I always lick you," Kyle seemed to protest, but stayed lying on his back as Alex hovered over him.
"Well tonight..." he stopped, thought, then continued, "this morning rather, I'm doing you!"
"Does this mean I get to fuck you Alex?"
"Do you want to fuck me?"
"Not really."
But Alex didn't answer. Instead he went right back to teasing Kyle's pecs before working his tongue down the taut blond line, the pathway to Kyle's deep innie. Before Kyle finished moaning, Alex was licking up and down his hard shaft.
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David was almost as impressed as Kief when Master Norberto' walked into the dungeon, his boycub, Petr', on a leash, the doggie-esque collar around Petr's neck. The belt, still David's, hung down from his hand as Kief noticably scanned the front of Petr's bod.
"Seems like your apprentice is quite smitten with my boy?" Master Norberto said to Adrian.
"I'm David..." David went to introduce himself.
Receiving a harsh slap across the mouth, Master Norberto, big hunk of a muscled bear, disciplined him. "Got a gag for this slave?"
"Go help yourself," Adrian paved the way to the wall of leather items, a mask picked out just for David.
On his way back, Norberto nodded over to where Petr and Kief stood, drawing Adrian's attention they both smiled, then paid attention again as the two drifted towards each other.
Kief gravitated to Petr like a magnet.
Prearranged by Adrian and himself, Norberto threw the hint, "You touch his leash and he becomes your property!"
With inches to go, Kief looked down at the leather strand flopping down Petr's chest, the handle trailed to his pubes. Each yearned to have the other, as seen in each other's eyes. Knowing a bit about the bdsm scene, Kief knew it would be out of turn for Petr to act out so he took the initiative to take Petr's chin in his hand and move in for a kiss.
A bigger hint, Adrian yells over, "Kief, take the leash and he's yours!"
"Mine?" he uttered back at Adrian, looked down at the trailing leash, then back at Adrian. "But?"
"Take it," Adrian said, the two communicating through visual perception.
With one last glance to the leather retaining implement, Kief took hold of it. "I guess I own you," he said meekly.
"Punish me later for speaking out, but I was hoping you would!" Petr broke silence.
"First to find out if we're compatible," Kief smiled at Petr.
Like reading Kief's mind, Petr sunk to his knees. Informally, Petr asks, "Permission to enter your `treasure room', sir?"
The two smiled at each other before Kief pulled up on the leash. He hadn't had enough foreplay yet as the leash strongly recommended Petr stand.
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Copyright 2008 T. Chase McPhee
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