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 67 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Well now that is quite a story," Steven said, sitting back in his chair in the dimly lit table setting.
"Hey!" Neil calls attention. "Be cool about it, Steven, but I think I just spotted... nah. I thought he might be a movie star?"
As he switched his head around to the direction in which Neils eyes shot, he waved.
"You know him? He's like drop-dead gorgeous!"
"I got to know a lot of people through my former lover."
"Sorry, Steven. I didn't mean to bring it up if it still bothers you."
"It would bother me more if you didn't."
"Really? I thought it would make you feel bad and..."
"Tell you the truth Neil, I miss Barrett, but towards the end of his battle with AIDS, I had it set in my mind I wasn't going to let this keep me from meeting other men."
Neil inquires, "You don't have AIDS do you?"
"I was tested. No."
"How did Barrett like, get it?" Seeing this was starting to tax Steven, Neil said, "Um, never mind. I don't have to know every little nit-picking fact about your life." Neil looked down his right arm, til he came to his hand, captured by Steven's left hand which slid across the table and latched on to it.
"I know this is premature Neil, but..." and he put it the only way he saw fit, "I think my period of grieving is over. I think I need to start thinking about rebuilding my life."
Turning over Steven's hand, placing his hand on his, he rubbed up his hairy forearm a bit, then let it lay on top as he asked, "Do you think I could be part of the foundation?"
"I'd rather think of you as every building block in the whole castle!"
"Would be fitting."
"Oh? How's that go?"
Neil claims, "My white knight in shining armor bringing me back to his fortress and claiming me to be his?"
Steven smiled. "Neil," he hesitated, "you're a real sweet guy, but... I'm sure there's a young man out there waiting for you somewhere, someplace and..."
"What are you saying? I thought it was going to be you and me?" Neil whined.
"Let's save this for later, okay?"
"Sure. Whatever you say," Neil replied, withdrawing his hands to his lap.
Inadvertently he looks over Steven's shoulder, the same time the blond dude picked up his head after folding his menu. "Oh shit! I've been snagged!"
"With?" Steven looks over his shoulder. The blond dude nods his head.
"Is he doing that for me or you?"
"Hard to tell there, Neil. Promise me something?"
"Okay," he replied, feeling fully confident Steven would not make him swear to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge or anything as such.
"Think about what I said?"
"I will." Then instantly switching directions, "Wow, is he cute!"
"Oh, so I'm off your mind already!"
Neil sweetly says, "Chances are he's not warm and fuzzy like you?"
"I always knew being a bear would pay off someday! C'mon."
Standing, Neil saw Steven place his napkin from his lap onto the table. `Oops' he said to himself, his napkin still in pristine condition and shape, under his fork.
"New addition to the family?" the blond asks.
But he didn't wait for an answer, Steven taking Neil's right hand in his right hand, bringing him around in front of him and introducing, "Meet Neil." He suddenly realised he never got the last name, so left it as so.
"Nice catch Swifty," the blond said, his eyes up and down, checking Neil out.
It didn't come fast enough, so Neil asks, "What's your name?"
"Where's your manners, Swifty?"
"Oh yeah. Neil, this is Pablo Taques."
Instead of the usual greetings, Neil noticed something so asks, "You workout?"
"Oldest cliche in the book," Pablo replies, "but I like it coming from you!"
"Um, like I saw him first?" Steven says defensively, but with a tinge of comic interpetation.
"So? You know that never stopped me before Swifty!"
"Ahem," he cleared his throat, not because it was clogged, "well in this case Pablo, I strongly suggest you making an exception?"
"Oh," the twenty-eight year old began backing down, "so I guess you and Neil are like... getting into something serious?"
Neither Steven, nor Neil, thought they were anywhere close to this prospect, but for now Steven answered only to get him off his back, "Maybe."
Neil squeezed Steven's hand.
"Well then," Pablo concedes, "I guess the olds... they're gone forever, huh?"
Even though Neil was silent now, allowing Steven to do his bidding, he was building up a roster of questions in his mind, based on Pablo's conversation.
"You know what your problem is, Pablo?"
"Huh?"
"You need a good man in your life." And then off the cuff, "One who can tame the `wild' in you!"
Pablo smiled, a little embarrassed to be assigned that lifestyle in front of Neil. But then he had a surprise of his own. "Well maybe that won't be too distant in my future."
"Oh so you do have a love interest?"
"Not that I believe in this stuff, but I attended this Dependable Dating forum at the Gay Pride Center and well... to make a long story short, he's meeting me here tonight. That is if he shows."
Then getting bored, Neil presses his back into Steven's chest. First word in several minutes, he says, "We were just about ready to order. Nice to meet you." He extended his hand, Pablo taking it.
Little did either of them know, Pablo was wishing he had a nice young' man like Neil. The fellow he met this past Thursday was sort of on the gruff side, but at least showed an interest. At the time Pablo thought a lot worse looking or acting guys graced the second floor meeting room. As he sat, he reflected on his choice, as opposed to Swifty's choice'. The more he dwelled on it, the more he tossed over the idea of getting up and leaving. He wasn't so sure he wanted to follow up with a man ten years older than himself, bearded, a Bruce Springsteen haircut - he thought it looked good on Bruce, but on the beefy bear he chose... then there was that aspect, unlike slender and a muscular profile, his date was broad-shouldered and toted a small belly. He assumed it was from too many beers at the local gay bar. Lastly, he compared Swifty's and Neil's nice threads as opposed to his choice, hairy chest and stomach covered only with a brown,
leather vest and jeans which looked as if he had been wearing them for weeks. The more he sat there and thought about how good Swifty had it, the more belittling his situation seemed. Finally he disposed of the white napkin from his lap to table and got up.
"So sorry I'm late."
Pablo was stunned to say the least.
From across the room, Neil says, "I suppose that's your friend's date."
"Hefty fellow, isn't he?" Steven replies.
"I think he looks rather `nice', dressed up in a suit, for dinner?"
Steven took it the wrong way, "And what's wrong with the way I'm dressed?"
"I didn't mean...."
"I know what you mean," Steven said, dropping the phony, serious manner in which he responded.
"Whew! You kind of scared me there."
"I did, did I?"
"Yes and no. I mean I haven't known you for more than a few hours and have a feeling you like to joke around, but also I feel a more tender, serious side."
"Hmm, so you think you know all about me, huh? Wait til you find out my family heritage. We're really all vampires, you know!" Showing his family heritage, he bares his lips and produces what looks like `fangs' protruding from his upper dental work.
"And I bet you can't wait to get your digs in me, huh?"
Then being shifty, "I'd rather dwell on getting something else in you!"
Neil suggests, "Let's eat fast!"
"Um, you think we should order first?"
But before they could even order, Pablo and his date were standing at the side of the table. "Geoff, these are my friends, Swifty and Neal."
"Hey," he said joyfully, his big hand grabbing up Steven's, "it's a real pleasure to meet you."
Somehow it was very much a pleasure for Steven, grabbing up Geoff's hand, feeling the warmth of it in his.
"Are you sure we haven't met?" Geoff asks, as he locks eyes with Steven.
But Pablo cuts in, "Oldest saying in the book, Geoff!"
"I know, but sometimes it's the only way of saying it." Then purposefully to Steven, "All kidding aside, I think our paths may have crossed. Where do you work?"
As Geoff steered Steven into conversation, Pablo rolled his eyeballs, taking on Neil's attention. Moving over, behind Geoff, Pablo asks Neil, "This seat taken?"
So, it became a double date, Pablo sitting in the cushy booth with Neil, Steven upon picking up on it, offering the chair next to him, to Geoff.
From the appetizer straight through to dessert, the paired off couples resembled Pablo and Neil versus Geoff and Swifty. A half hour into their exchanges of places they've been, experiences they've been through, it was discovered Swifty had met Geoff at a Cayman Karlyle event, held at the Karlyle estate.
"You look like a bodyguard," Swifty said to Geoff.
"Do I now?" Since Neil and Pablo had transplanted themselves from the table to the men's jon, Geoff talked rather freely, his hand on Swifty's right knee. "I wouldn't mind taking care or `your body' sometime?"
Swifty could rightfully hold his course, downing two vodka martinis. He was on his third, so wasn't reluctant to play around, "Hmm," he stuck an index finger in the beltline of Geoff's suit pants, "and what kind of ammunition would you be packin'?"
"I live four blocks from here. Why don't you come and find out?" Geoff said, adding a smile and a wink.
"I think I need to take a piss. But while I'm doing it, I'll think on it!"
Almost the whole way back to the jon, Swifty turned his head back to his table. Twice he almost careened with a waiter and a table of a fake bamboo tree. He tried the handle to see if someone was in there and it opened. "Pablo?" he said, surprised.
"Oh. Hi Steven."
Then Pablo, who has Neil over the sink, his cock in him up to the hilt, says in Neil's ear, "I thought you locked the door?"
"I thought you locked it?" Neil claimed.
"It doesn't matter `who' locked it. What's going on here?"
Innocently Pablo responds, "Um, I'm like fucking your boyfriend?"
Neil didn't have much to say, but accordingly, since Pablo had been the one to seduce Neil and was driving under the influence of the three pina coladas he consumed, he said, "There's plenty of room for both of us!"
"You're not funny Pablo!" Swifty said, suddenly sobering up. But instead of remaining for Neil's explanation after Neil said, `I can explain, Steven', he responded with, "Here. Let me help you guys out!" With that, he leaned over the doorknob and pushed the little button in on the inside knob. He slammed it shut, locking them both inside.
"What's wrong, Swif?" Geoff asks.
"Oh I'm so livid!" He said to Geoff, picking up his three-quarters full martini and chugged it all down. Then he asks, "Hey, you feel like going out and getting drunk, Geoff?"
"You `are' drunk, Swif!"
"How about drunk-er?"
"How about we stop by my place so I can change and then go out dancing or something?"
Swifty fell for `this' line, but wasn't sorry he did. Finding out Geoff was as versatile as he, they had a regular suck'n'fuck-fest, lasting into the wee hours of the morning.
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Next morning, breakfast was the usual, except one thing, Kyle playing back the phone message over and over again.
"That's not going to help," Alex said to him, setting a cup of coffee down in front of him.
Scotty cuts in, "What does it mean, Kyle?"
"What it means is Knapp wants us out by the end of next week, but what really gets my balls twisted up is he has the audacity of having his boyfriend call and deliver the bad news!"
With insight, Alex says, "But isn't that par for Knapp? Using someone else to do his dirty work?"
Michael was in a different world, his mind on Darryl, but broke his train of thought long enough to make comment, "I can't believe you two had the same mother!"
"You're right Alex."
"About what?" he questioned Kyle.
"I've got to forget about what's happening now and... and," he snapped his fingers, "I've got to call Swifty about the place in Chelsea."
"Cool," Michael says, "you found a place for us to live already?"
But Scotty inputs, "I think it's time we've found a place of our own, Michael."
"Why?" Kyle asks. "What am I going to do with a penthouse apartment and four bedrooms with nobody staying in them?"
"Four bedrooms?" Alex says in astonishment. "I'm no real estate buff, but I know in New York City a place like that has to cost a bundle!"
He knows he has to think quick here, because he was kind of liking Scotty and Michael being around, Alex displaying the same kind of feeling, so proposed, "You bums don't think you're going to live with us free, do you? If you don't keep up with your rent of fifty dollars a month then I'm kicking you out on the street. Take it or leave it!" He was hoping they were taking it!
"Fifty dollars a month I think we can afford, but..." then the subject switched to, "what's going to happen to our jobs at the Coffee Bean?"
"Yeah, I thought about that too," Alex said in a solemn manner. "I doubt the Coffee Bean is in any condition of opening anytime soon. I mean I haven't seen the kitchen, but I bet..."
Michael jumps in with, "You don't have to see it Alex. Believe me. It's totaled."
Putting his hand on Michael's, Alex says, "I believe you and I'm sorry you had to go through all this."
It reverted back to thoughts on Darryl being in the hospital, "And I'm sorry Darryl had to go through what he did to save me."
"Hey," Alex said, taking both of Michael's hands in his, "What happened to Darryl would have happened anyway. He just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Remember the pot of hot water fell on him before he even thought about rescuing you."
Scotty knew Michael was confused and hurting. He came up behind him and placed both hands on his shoulder, letting them ski down to his chest and hugged him from behind. "Alex is right. Darryl getting his chest burned is totally separate from his efforts to save you. But I'm sure Alex is not trying to make light of this. I think you and I should get ourselves together and go see what progress is being made with Darryl."
"You want to go with me?"
"Now what kind of a stupid question is that?" Scotty asks, his amorous hugging intensifying, a kiss delivered to the side of his neck. "Now come on. Stop sulking and let's see some action here. Let's go get showered and dressed."
When they left the kitchen, Kyle mentions to Alex, "I guess we know who wears the pants in that family!"
"Would be a problem with us," Alex says with a wry grin on his face.
Kyle sensed something as a followup, but didn't want to pass it up, "And how would that go, Alex?"
"Simple. Don't wear any pants!"
"Y'know Alex, sometimes you're an idiot and then again sometimes you're just plain stupid. You're lucky I love you!"
"Yeah," Alex sweetly said. "There's not many guys out there who would put up with a guy like me."
And as their bods came together, "I can name only one!"
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"Morning," Geoff said as Swifty sort of fluttered his eyes open.
"Where am I? In Oz?"
"No. You're in the bear cave," Geoff replied with a laugh. He then sat his clothes-free bod on the edge of the bed, offering, "Coffee?"
"Does it have an extra kick of caffeine in it?"
"Y'know you were kind of hot last night?"
"Was I? I don't remem... hey! How'd I get all this cum all over me?"
"I know. Sorry about that. I tried licking as much as I could off of you, but between the both of us... you do remember what happened?"
"Sort of. Well, I know we were embracing each other," Swifty left question.
Then Geoff holds up his white dress shirt, "You don't remember tearing open the front of my shirt and going to work on my nips? I know it's tough to see," he meant through the dark brown pec-covering, "but you really did a job on my nips. See how red they are?"
Instead, Swifty assumed, "Is that how you got up enough manjuice to spray it all over my chest?"
"Wasn't only mine. When I sucked, then jerked you off, your cum was gushing out like an oil well!"
Not remembering, Swifty was convinced he had an awesome time. "So are you still hungry after last night?"
"Last night?" Geoff replies with humorous intent, "That was only three hours ago!"
"What time is it now?"
"Eight thirty. Why? Got some place to go?"
"Nah. I make up my own schedule. However I have a meeting this afternoon at Braddock's."
Geoff brings up, "Oh now there's someone else we have in common."
"Stephen Braddock?"
"I originally designed the security system at the first Braddock store. Now I act as consultant."
"In addition to protecting the life of Cayman Karlyle?"
"Speaking of which, there's a little get together up at his mansion a week from this Friday and I can make sure your name gets on the list of guests, Swif?"
Swifty didn't want to burst his bubble. He knew he could get on just about anyone-in-the-modeling-world's guest list. But he also thought Geoff was such a cute, hunk of a man-bear he didn't want to rock the boat, so said, "Really? Can you really do that?"
"Sure. It can get pretty lonely on downtime."
"Does it now?" Swifty asks as he watches Geoff's hand scale his leg, mountain climbing his knee and then downhill-skiing the other side, landing right in the valley of his pubes.
Swifty's hand catches him, holding Geoff's hand which holds his balls. Sitting up, he announces, "You did me last night. My turn to do you!"
"Oh, so you `do' remember?"
"I might have over indulged in the bottle, but it's as clear as day how you let me lie there and worked me over with your hands and mouth!"
"Except for when you savagely abused my nips?"
"Maybe I can make up for it, no?"
Geoff was game as Swifty put him to bed, his cock and balls hanging in the wind as he kneeled over him. "How about coming up here and giving me some early morning nourishment?" He patted his own chest.
"Um," Switfy disagreed, "I thought maybe I'd `nourish' your ass canal!"
But first Geoff wanted something from Swifty, taking hold of his nips and using them as an elevation tool to upright himself, their lips meeting.
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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