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 66 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Hi there!"
"Michael!"
For a duration of about a minute, Michael stood there in the doorway of the hospital waiting room, staring away at Scotty. Then slowly rising, Scotty approached him, his arms engulfing his loverboy.
"I'm sooooo, so glad you're okay."
"I am. Except," Michael lifted his hand and showed the bandaging around his middle finger. He smiled saying, "couldn't have been one of the others, huh?"
Scotty, totally turned around in mood, replies in an upbeat way, "As long as you don't go waving it around to every male in the hospital!"
"I know." From happy to solemn, Michael's feelings changed like sunshine to rain.
"What's the matter?"
Alex sat across from them in the private waiting room, the one secured by Swifty. He watched as Michael told the same story he had told Scotty.
"I feel so bad about Darryl."
"Did you like see him?" Scotty asks.
Michael didn't respond vocally except for leaning over into Scotty's bod, crying his heart out.
Stepping over, Alex says to him, "We all have a lot to be thankful in Darryl helping you out Michael, but the best thing we can do is be strong for him."
Scotty questions, "Does Darryl know?"
"I'm sure he'll remember the burning sensation when the boiling water hit him, but coming out of it he's going to be wondering if it were some kind of ugly dream." Then Alex went on to confess much more to Scotty, "He seemed to be a troubled guy."
"I didn't think that at all," Michael replies. "You should have seen him," he recalls to Scotty, the first time he met Darryl, "this big muscled guy who talked like a gangster. I mean I think he was a little into himself, but..." then the tears came again, "he doesn't deserve this, after saving me."
Scotty and Alex looked at each other and exchanged wordless conversation.
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From Swifty's doorway, Kyle looked down the street adjacently, then across. "Looks like my driveway is clear."
"I can drive you back downtown if you want?"
"Nah. You go in and get Neil situated. Besides I don't think it's a good idea to leave him alone right now."
"I suppose," Swifty replied, looking over his shoulder, seeing Neil looking upon one of the paintings hanging on the wall. Back at Kyle, he tells, "Well be careful driving. There's a lot of lunatics out there."
"Yeah. One less on the road now!"
"There's nothing wrong with `my' driving, mind you!"
Kyle should talk, the way he could have driven Swifty batty with his backseat driving, which gave him enough of an indication of thoughts when he was behind the wheel himself.
"Like it?" Steven asks Neil.
"What does it mean?"
Looking at the Dali print, Steven replies, "It means whatever you interpet it to be. You've studied it for five minutes, but I think if you had more time, which I think you will have, you will see some `hidden' things in his work."
"Do you like know a lot about art or something?" Neil questions him, his right hand over his left shoulder, rubbing it.
"Something," Steven replies. "Uh, problem with the shoulder? A little stiff?"
Dropping his hands to his sides, Neil looks down, then lifts his head. A smirk on his face shows he has a lot to unload.
"Say!" Steven exclaims, rubbing his hands together like keeping them warm, "I feel like a hot tub. How about you?"
"I think I could more go for ice."
"Huh?" Steven quizzed Neil, his eyes doing some of the asking.
Thinking it looked like part of a striptease act, Steven watches as Neil unbuttons his shirt, the one he stole from his uncle. Slowly he reveals his teen chest, midchest the start of a light trail, darker as it swirls around his navel, thicker leading towards the beltline. As he begins to remove it, he winces.
"What's the matter?"
"This is the matter," Neil says, baring himself, turning around and flaunting the stripes across his back, a few fresh ones, others days, weeks and months older.
"Shit! Who's the bastard who did this to you?"
"It's a long story, Steven" Neil says, turning around and flipping the shirt up over his shoulders.
"No," Steven replies, taking the shirt and unveiling Neils bod. "We've got to do something about it."
At this point, pushing the shirt down behind Neil's back, the shirt covering Steven's arms brushed against Neil's bare limbs. His shirt barely touched Neil's bare chest.
On his own, Neil dropped the shirt from binding his wrists together and stuck his arms in between Steven's arms and bod, hugging him. "I didn't know who to turn to," he whined as he buried his head in Steven's chest.
Though standing from his crouched position of hugging, Neil's five feet-ten inches aligned to perfection.
"A friend of Kyle's is a friend of mine!" He replied.
Neil's response seemed more serious, "The last time I kissed a guy it was at a party. I didn't even know who he was. I was drunk and on something."
Steven wanted to, but held back even though Neil was strongly hinting. Instead he told him, "Why don't we see about `bandaging' you up?"
Neil followed him up the stairs, asking, "The hot tub is up here?"
"No," Steven responded, "I think we should address your wounds with `cold'."
They stood there in Steven's bedroom, Steven informing Neil, "I'll go see about running some water into the tub. I think we should start off with a cool bath. What do you think?"
Neil stood there, his mind seemingly a blank.
"What's wrong Neil?" Steven asks, this time him being the one to slide his hands to Neil's bare torso.
Coming out of his stupor, he tells, "It's been about six months since I've been asked for my own opinion. Day in and day out it's been Uncle Norman... well that's what I called him around other people, but when it was only him and I, he told me to call him `sir'."
"Sounds like a dictator."
"Was," Neil said. Feeling Steven a portal to feeling better he says, "What about that cool bath?"
With his arm around Neil's back, Steven escorted him into the jon.
"Wow! I thought uncle's jon was big'. This is huge'!"
Right away, Steven got down to business, turning on the tub water, a little hot but mostly cold. "Um, you're going to have to strip down?"
Feeling comfortable with it, Neil set forth to kick off his sneakers and began to unfasten his pants. All of his clothing from the laundry pile, he hadn't a belt nor socks on. Too, as he separated the zipper he had to take care, not wearing any briefs.
As an after-the-fact, Steven knew Neil understood, him staring at the dark treasure trail leading to the treasure'. "Sorry bout that," he apologized, realising he was checking out Neil's family of' jewels, the hairy twins' nestled in dark brown, kinky hair. Though, Neil's orbs were lily white compared to the surrounding hair.
He knew he didn't have to explain, but it was part of the puzzle, Neil saying, "Uncle made me shave them almost every other day. Part of his `discipline'."
But instead of being judgemental with anyone, Steven presented it as, "How does it feel?"
"Kind of good," Neil replied, his hand rubbing over his ballsacs, both too many for one handful, juggling them around.
"Hmm... never tried it. Maybe you could..."
It was the first time Steven saw Neil smile. "You want me to `shave' you?"
"Not all of me!" Steven says in an uppity manner. Grazing his hand over his shirted chest, he states, "I kind of like feeling like a bear!"
Stepping up to Steven, Neil asks permission, "Alright if I take a peak?"
Steven's arms were at his sides.
Eye to eye, Neil got the impression it was okay to venture forth.
Shifting his gaze from Neil's face to the buttons of his shirt, Steven started feeling palpitations down yonder, watching a pair of teen hands undo each button til they had to pull the shirt from his pants if all the buttons could be unfastened.
"Alright if I like take your shirt off?"
"I'm not your Uncle Norman. Feel free to do what you want!"
Feeling more need to explain or maybe talk open up to his feelings, Neil spewed out, "I've never really touched an older guy, except for uncle. But then again that was forced."
"He was rough on you," Steven guessed.
He wasn't wrong, Neil replying, "He made me lick and suck him. In the beginning my mouth and throat were sore as hell what with having to suck him off every morning and then... well at night my blowjob was lubricating him up."
Not sure how to handle this, Steven thought of his lover and how in the `last days', the only thing he could think of was calm and assurance. He wrapped his arms around Neil and placed him in a gentle bear hug.
Wincing, Neil arched his back.
"Oh, I'm sorry." It was then a cue for Steven to remind Neil of their original intent of coming into the jon.
"I have to piss first."
"Toilet's right there." It was a wild guess, "I suppose you had to ask before doing?"
It was meant as a joke, but for Neil it was no joke, him responding, "Sometimes I felt like I was going to piss in my pants. Only, I wasn't wearing any most of the time. And I tell you if I had as much as spilled one drop of piss on the floor there would be hell to pay!"
Steven wanted again to take Neil in his arms and hug the life out of him.
Again, they hooked up eyes, Neil breaking off with, "Well, I guess I better go... before I...." Then, as he stood in front of the toilet, his nine and a half inches pointed towards the pool of water, he asks, "I know this sounds kinky, but it's the one thing I didn't mind doing... that is, if you want... to do it?"
"What's that Neil?"
Allowing his cock to fall out of his hand, Neil asks, "Would you mind very much helping me out?"
Sure it was a weird request, but after some of the things his former lover asked to do, this wasn't too kinky he thought. As he made his advance, standing behind Neil he posed the question, "I suppose you won't go unless I help out?"
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As soon as Kyle walked in the waiting room, Michael gave him `the finger'.
Kyle's response, in addition to a hug was, "Now you know I don't swing that way," meaning he was a bottom-boy, which each of them knew about each other, which way they `swang'!
Scotty was hyper with saying, "Isn't it great that Michael can go home?"
Glad but sad, Michael replies, "It'll feel good to be home, but...." again it saddened him to think about Darryl.
"Oh, I've got a surprise for you," Kyle says, walking back to the door, screwing the knob with his hand. He announced, "Guys, this is a friend from high school, Colton Woods."
Alex who had just sat down, stood up, already admiring the dark blond dude. "Nice haircut," he said upon shaking Colton's hand.
"Thanks," Colton responded. "I like to keep it cleancut," he said of the slightly spiked hair.
Then Kyle made the rounds, the others with wonder as to why Colton was here. It didn't take long before Kyle divulged, "If any of us had a cramp or ached in any way after swim practice," and Kyle put his arm around the nineteen year old's shoulders, tapped his taut abs, "Colton here was the one to get with."
They all right away wondered if Colton was more than a masseur, gathering the idea from Kyle's description. Their doubts were lifted when Colton responds with, "Hmm... and for sure Kyle was one to `get with'!" He winked.
"Is that so?" Alex joked.
Dropping all contact with the six foot-two inch muscle stud, it's Colton who puts him in the clear, "Nah, I have to admit some of the other guys were much more aggressive at bids for my time!"
Scotty and Michael sat on the sidelines, allowing the trio to converse. Of course they had their own little discussion about the tall, dirty-blond muscle-stud.
"So, where's um," Colton looks around, "your friend?"
To all but Kyle, Colton's question didn't make sense, until Kyle said, "Unfortunately he's in the burn center."
"Hmm... I suppose it'll be a while before I can work on him," Colton said, not meaning to be suggestive.
But the others' minds were abuzz with thinking sultry thoughts. They kept them to themselves until Colton bowed out, shaking hands of how he was glad to meet everybody, finally leaving.
"Work on Darryl?" Alex asks. "Like how does that go?"
"It's strictly professional, Alex. He's getting paid for it."
"Wouldn't mind having a little massage myself," Alex says.
"You'll get one later."
But Scotty tells Kyle, "I don't think Alex was referring to you as on the giving end!"
"Is that so?" Kyle asks, playing along.
Alex directs to Scotty, "Since when did you get to be such a wiseguy?"
Standing, walking across the room, Scotty confronts Kyle, patting him on the shoulder to reassure him, "With Colton, I don't think you have anything to worry about. Being what I know and I'm not the most' knowledgeable guy in the world on such matters, but to me Colton doesn't seem like the type of guy that bows down' in front of a naked guy!"
But then Alex blames, "Michael, what did you do to this guy to make him like this?"
"Oh," Michael assesses, "just being myself!"
"Oh, so that's the problem!"
Breaking off their nice' chat, Kyle asks, "Anybody for some Chin Chin'?"
"Some what-what?" Michael asks.
"Chinese restaurant on east forty-ninth. Nice food," Alex tells. "First place Kyle took me to when we arrived in the city." And then, putting the kidding aside, "Followed by a nice, meaningful evening."
Michael, with more of a mischevious rebuttal, "Something I could sure use after today!" Yet, just before they departed the hospital, he did bring up, "Are you sure it's okay to leave Darryl?"
"We can come back tomorrow," Kyle tells him. Alex and Scotty added their sentiments. Of course, any guy saving another guy's life, why should it be any other way?
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"How's the back feeling now?"
In a daze, Neil asks, "What about it?" Then remembering he was sitting in the bath tub, Steven as his mattress, wasn't for only the soft, sweet ministrations being given, hands rubbing down the front of his bod. "Oh, you mean the whipping? I think you made it go away."
"Oh really? I've had that affect on you?"
It wasn't the first time in a matter of an hour Neil turned his head to receive a sweet smile.
Neil got serious, telling, "Out of all the guys in my life I've never really had one take care of me like you are."
"Oh so you like the way my hands are working your bod?"
This wasn't your ordinary jon and therefore the two were not reclined in an ordinary tub. Big enough for two, lengthwise, it also accomodated a wider girth, something neither of them fit the bill for, but it did give way for Neil to turn more than his head.
"This okay, Steven?"
"What's not okay with it?" the twenty-five year old replied, allowing Neil to slip his arm around his neck, Neil's head lying on his collar bone. By accident, a matter of adjusting his bod to fit into the crevice of Steven's parted legs, Neil's hand slipped down, lying on Steven's thigh, the back of his hand lying between leg and ball sac. "Oops! Sorry!" Neil exclaimed, removing his hand. Then he held in mid-air wondering where to `put' it.
Steven smiled. Taking Neil's hand in his, he set it down between his legs.
"That feel good?" he said to Steven, when he took hold of the soft cock and rubbed it.
"Understatement," Steven replied.
"Y'know," Neil brings up an old subject of his past, "I might as well get this out before you find out from somebody else, I wasn't such an angel of a teenager.
"You fooled me!"
"No. Listen Steven. I'm being serious," a part of Neil which rarely surfaced in his past life.
"Okay. I'm serious. However I'm also getting water-logged," Steven replied.
Neil felt the same.
"Um, I can't get out of the tub with you on top of me? Hint? Hint?" Steven said.
"Oh sure. It's just that... well you make a nice rug to lie on."
"Does that mean you approve of my hairy chest?"
"And this," Neil replies, rubbing his hand over Steven's stomach. "Even wet I like it."
So Neil got up, the first one standing. It wasn't intentional but his teen cock and balls hung there, dangling in front of Steven. "Mmmm, yummy!"
Neil smiled. "I didn't think you were the type."
"Type?" Steven asks, putting his hand up, Neil taking it to help elevate his bod.
In retrospect, Neil says, "I've always been the guy doing the `bottom' stuff."
"I'm a little bit both. A little bit country. A little bit rock'n'roll. Got a little Motown in my soul!"
"Huh?"
"Donny and Marie reruns, but never mind."
"Who's Donny and Marie?"
"I'll explain it to you sometime. Want to hand me a towel?"
But instead of handing Steven the towel, when exiting the tub after Neil, Neil set about drying him off. "Turn around."
"Turn?"
"Around. Like your back to me?" Steven hesitated a second, so Neil asks, "You don't trust me?"
"You had your chance to drown me!"
"And you thought it crossed my mind?"
Before turning around, Steven mashed his wet bod up against Neil.
Dangling the towel in his left hand, Neil stood there as he let Steven kiss him. Slowly his hand moved up, around Steven, the towel drying him as he encircled his bod.
"I think I'm dried off enough," Steven said as he took the towel from Neil. "You're turn."
Both about the same size, it was like Steven drying himself, Neil turning around, back to front, Steven drying `his' chest off, it being Neil's almost totally smooth front.
Neil cooed when the toweled hand dropped lower. "This is weird," he interrupted.
"What is?"
"I used to have to do just the opposite."
Steven looked for answers.
"I used to have to stand behind uncle and dry him off."
"Like you were about to dry me off?"
"It got to be a habit, only..." Neil smiled as he turned towards Steven, "with you I don't feel forced to do anything. It's like I want' to do it and not have' to do it."
"I think you have a lot of explaining to do." Seeing Neil probably agreeing with him, being he didn't argue the point, he suggests, "Say, I'm kind of hungry. How about you?"
"Um. Sure. If you want to maybe I can cook something up for us?"
"Tell you the truth, Neil. Generally I don't cook for myself, being I'm the only one here and all."
"Really? It's probably the only thing I'm good at, since I used to cook for uncle all the time. Except for when he wasn't home. Then it was like back in the cage to get bored."
"Cage?"
It was part of the puzzling life Neil led. But right now he valued his freedom. Strangely, as he thought out loud, "Y'know I have this feeling..."
"You want to go to bed?"
Neil laughed, something he wasn't in the habit of doing for the past few months. "Is this the reason they call you `Swifty'?"
"I'll leave that for you to find out!"
As they walked into the bedroom, Neil confided, "What I was going to mention is I feel safe with you."
"And there is no reason why you shouldn't be, Neil." He reinforced his thought, taking Neil once again in his arms and planting a kiss on him.
They never made it out for dinner until almost eleven, since Neil had been in the right position - at the right time, for `Swifty' to lure him into bed.
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"Ohhhhh what a day!" Alex said, crashing face first into their bed.
After readying himself, which was a cinch, Kyle stripping off his tee shirt, unbuckling his belt while kicking off his shoes and then removing his briefs, his socks on the way down, he knelt on the bed telling Alex, "C'mon. Turn over."
Following instruction, Alex flipped over on his back, but seeing Kyle already in the buff, relieved the burden of being fatigued, made him instead, horny!
As Alex forced Kyle to his lips, Kyle's hands set about unraveling Alex's attire. "You smell."
"I should take a shower," he said, looking down upon his opened shirt.
"Not on your life! I love the taste of a sweaty man."
"Any in particular?"
A lead-in, Kyle set about licking Alex's musky chest, making his curly hair into straight lines as his tongue swabbed between pecs. Slowly Alex lifted himself so Kyle could cover more territory. "Like that?" he asked, but knew Alex's moans of pleasure told all when his tongued swiped over his left pec. With Alex shirtless, he lifted his arm to tackle one of his favorite areas.
"Could be ripe?"
But Kyle was too turned on to wait. His stomach nearly covered Alex midchest, when his tongue licked upwards, tasting his lover's pit. "You're right," he said. "Except more than ripe!"
"Oh no! I warned you. Don't you go kissing me after that mouth has been in my pit!"
"Don't go away," he said as he vacated their bed and headed for the jon for some light brushing.
When he came back there was no need worrying about stripping Alex down. Instead he crawled up from the foot of the bed, his eyes set on the delicious treat between Alex's parted legs. "Oh, you took all the fun out of it!" he said of Alex stroking himself.
"C'mon now. There's still a lot of fun to be had if you'd quit your belly-aching and get to work!"
From Kyle there came no refusal.
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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