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 75 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"How do you feel now Jordan? Feel like you've gotten your revenge?"
Rather than dwell on himself, as he waited for David to finish showering, he returned with, "I never double-fucked a guy before. Pretty intense."
Opening the shower door, David inquires, "Ever have your cock next to another man's, while in the shower, jerking off?"
Jordan stepped over the tub wall and joined David. They wasted a lot of water, David doing the honors, facing Jordan. With Jordan's cockhead poking him in the pubes, he poked Jordan, two hands surrounding both barrels and stroking them together.
"What else can you get into?" Jordan inquired.
"I don't want to scare you off."
"Oh? And what would that mean?"
David meant it a couple of ways. His first reaction, he slowed his stroking, took the back of Jordan's neck in the other hand and kissed him. With Jordan's hands taking up the slack, the two embraced. Soon David dropped both cocks, two pairs of hands rubbing wet backs.
They stopped momentarily, Jordan voicing opinion, "Damn shame."
"What is?"
"I'm a top... you're a top."
"Yeah," David gets the idea. "Still, there's plenty of wear and tear left in Knapp?"
"Nah," Jordan says, grabbing the soap over David's shoulder, from the dish. Instead of washing himself, he tells David to turn around. While soaping up David's back, Jordan says, "I'm finished with Knapp. Like you said, there's plenty more wear and tear left to him. Let Tony have him."
Then David turning around, he tells Jordan to face his back towards him.
Jordan jokes, "Um, you're not going to do anything slick are you?"
David giggles, saying, "You had your chance!"
"Yeah and don't think I didn't think of porking your ass!"
"Is that so?"
Jordan leapt when he felt the tip of David's cock touch his ass. "Son-of-a....."
"Oh man was I tempted!"
"Yeah well I better watch out for you from now on!"
David liked the sound of that. Getting emotional, something he's never rightly done with a man, other than the occasional trick, then again it wasn't out emotional want, he again brought Jordan's lips to his.
All slimy and soapy the two embraced, kissing. David even did something he never let a man do before. He allowed Jordan to lean over and nibble on his nip. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," he sighed long and low.
Then Jordan did something he swore he would never do. He sunk to his knees. In the shower, the water cascading down the two of them, he stuck his tongue out and worked it around the base of David's cock.
"Oh man that feels so fuckin' good!" David said. By habit, he took Jordan's head in his palms and forced his head between his legs.
Doing it himself, he never did it himself, but didn't feel reluctant, Jordan opening his mouth, slipping David's cock inside his mouth, feeling the soft meat touch his palate. After following some of the technique bottom boys used on his own cock, Jordan pursed his lips and allowed David to work his skull, moving his meat in and out. When David started pulsing his torso in rhythm to Jordan's lips, Jordan suddenly popped off, coming up for air.
The two stare at each other. "Why'd you stop?" David asks.
Smiling, Jordan replies, "You're turn?"
He thought about it, all of five seconds and then after stealing a kiss, his legs began to buckle.
"What?" Jordan said before David got to his knees. "No nip-sucking?"
Not knowing David had a hidden agenda as he got up, Jordan was ready to feel blissful pleasure. Instead David nipped Jordan with his teeth.
"You fuckin' son-of-a-bitch!" Jordan stood there, both hands holding his pec, trying to get a good look at his nip. While doing this, he didn't pay mind to `that'. Not until he felt David's tongue on the tip of his cock. "Maybe I should get Tony in here to twist your balls!"
But there was no need, Jordan standing there in ecstasy, David doing an expert job of sucking his cock. And too, when Jordan began the forwards and backwards action of his hips, David got off his knees.
"Oh man," Jordan says, "you're one helluva cocksucker, David!"
They kissed for who knows how long, till each grabbed hold of the other's cock and stroked themselves moaning and whining, shooting their loads down the drain.
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Meanwhile, next door, after Adam had filled both Luigi's ass and stomach, they lay there, the eighteen year old in the pocket of the twenty-seven year old's pit.
"Mighty horny for a teenager," Luigi says.
Playing with Luigi's sweaty chest hair, Adam confesses, "I could go for another couple of volleys yet!"
"Mmmmm," Luigi replies.
"But I don't want you to get spoiled."
"Oh? And will you be spoiling me again anytime soon?"
Changing subject, Adam not wanting to give a definite answer, he asks, "Is it your business for you and Tony to go around beating up guys and raping them?"
"I get paid to do what David asks of me and the same goes for Tony."
"So, you've beaten up a lot of guys?" Adam asks, swirling Luigi's chest hair around his finger.
"When the situation calls for it." And to throw Adam off, "What do you plan on doing after high school?"
"Um, maybe I'll hit David up for a job!"
Gullible, Luigi replies, "Noooooo!"
"Nah. I'm nonviolent. No, I plan on going to college. I'm not sure yet what, but it's the direction I'm taking. It's what our parents would have wanted."
It's a subject not yet touched on yet and frankly, Luigi wondered why Adam and his brother lived together in this townhouse. So, when Adam mentioned it, Luigi felt it safe ground to tread on. "What happened to your parents?"
"Nothing. They live abroad. When they found out both of their dear sons were gay they kind of distanced themselves."
"But you don't show any ill will towards them?"
"Nah. As Jordan says they're ignorant. They don't want to know and as long as they don't associate themselves too closely with us, their friends and the people they associate with will have no way of knowing about us. In other words," Adam puts this in imaginary quote with his hands, "They don't have to put up with their faggoty sons."
"But you seem so cool with it."
"Yeah. I know. Jordan, he's not. But I miss my mom a lot. I don't think it's really her, but my step-dad who's against it."
"Oh, then that makes all the difference."
"What does?" Adam asks as he stops fidgeting with Luigi's bod hair and looks up to him.
"Your step-dad. He's influencing her."
"Could be," Adam says, even though he knows Luigi is right on target with his assumptions. "Say," Adam has an idea, "when's the last time you've be out dancing?"
"You mean when was the first time I've ever been out dancing?"
"No shit? You've never been out to a club?"
"Now I didn't say that. What I was saying is I never `danced' at a club."
"Cool! Let's go then."
"Wait! I don't have any clothes."
Luigi was almost literally correct. When he skipped from townhouse to townhouse he had only his pants on, no briefs, shoes, no socks, but his white dress shirt on, which wasn't buttoned up. He had little concern about the neighbors watching. This was New York City! But it had been dark enough. Still he was reluctant. "I think I better pass."
But more the attitude of Luigi's boss, Adam insists, "We're going dancing! C'mon."
Adam was no stranger to his brother's closet and soon he had a few things picked out for Luigi to try on.
"But Jordan is tall and slim."
"So," Adam rationalized. "You're short and... beefy," he came up with instead of stocky. "It should all even out don't you think?"
But when Luigi stuffed his bod into Jordan's tee shirt and briefs, socks fitting okay, he sort of looked disproportionate.
"Hmmm," Adam sulked over it, behind Luigi, both gazing at him in the mirror.
"I think we better go another night."
"Nonsense," Adam replied. "Where we're going your clothes aren't going to stay on long."
"Really? I don't go nude in public!" Luigi stands adamant.
Then, standing behind Luigi, his hands going up his brother's shirt, feeling up the bear-laden chest of fur, the trail running down Luigi's stomach, dipping his finger in his bellyhole, he gets Luigi all worked up.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Ready to go?"
"How can you leave me like this?" Luigi questions, after Adam has stimulated him enough to form an erection.
"It'll go down. C'mon. We gotta catch a subway."
But Luigi had other plans. Dialing up a bunch of numbers he informed Adam it would be a few minutes, but they would have wheels to cart them all over town tonight!
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"Are you behaving yourself Darryl?"
Michael and Scotty looked up at the doorway to Darryl's room to see a tall, dark guy standing in it's frame.
"There's entirely too much laughter going on in here," the guy said, making his own entrance. Of course he was joking. But what amazed Scotty and Michael even more, when the dude in the blue hospital fatigues closed in on Darryl, he bent over and gave him a peck on the top of the head.
Michael makes comment, "Oooooooh, Darryl's in love!"
"Visiting hours are over!"
So, Michael and Scotty got kicked out, the door keeping them out of Darryl`s room.
"You guys meet Jake?"
"Yeah. We met him alright," Scotty tells.
Michael adds, "I think Jake and Darryl have something going on."
"Yeah," Kyle replies, "Jake's the doctor and Darryl's the patient."
Of course, nobody was reading into this as it stands.
The aroma lurking throughout the atmosphere, Kyle tells the two, "By the way, dinner is being served."
On the way to the dining area, Scotty questioned Kyle, "How come you didn't ask me to help you prepare it?"
"Because," Kyle tells, "I didn't!"
Sitting down at this mahogany table, big enough for what looked like forty, Alex, Carlos and Francesco were already seated. With the elevator opening, Ellis joined them, but he wasn't alone. Everybody knew Swifty and he got a polite hello, but the goateed bear with him caused quite a stir.
"Everybody? This is Geoff... let's eat!"
"Nice to know I come second to food!" Geoff joked as he shook hands, making the rounds.
Kyle was watching. Geoff gave Alex an extra smile. He wondered what was this charisma Alex had which made guys do that to him!
From washing up, in walks Jorgen and Vince, hungry for a hot meal.
"Vince! How ya doing? Haven't seen you in a dog's age!" And as Swifty went to shake Vince's hand, his attention was divided between Vince and....
"Oh, this is Jorgen," Vince was quick to point out.
With hast Swifty slid his hand out of Vince's and heartily greeted the blond. "A friend of Vince's is a friend of mine!"
"Ahem!" Geoff coughed.
"Oh yes..." and then took Geoff in one arm, "everybody, this is my friend Geoff."
Slapping Swifty in the back of the head, lightly, Geoff sets the record straight, "'Boy'-friend!"
Everyone laughed as Kyle set forth to uncork a bottle of Dom Perginon.
And given the honors, Alex says, "Here's to our first meal in our new surroundings."
It seemed nothing was spared, first the toast, then moving right into the first course.
"When did `he' come in?" Kyle wondered about the Cuban waiter.
Ellis was quick on-the-spot, "While you and Alex were `resting'?"
Alex replies, "Checking up on us Ellis?"
"Oh no Alex. Why would I ever want to do such a thing? Nope. If I'm going to get along here with the rest of you I have to know my place. We all need our privacy."
Alex kind of doubted him, but let well enough alone.
Each time plates were taken away, they got to know the Cuban waiter, which they came to know as Dante Chavez. And while they were eating, Dante stood there waiting until someone requested something.
Being they weren't as stuffy as some millionaires, Kyle takes the initiative, "Dante, why don't you grab a plate and sit with us?"
The dark-haired, tanned twenty-two year old looks to Ellis with question on his face.
"You heard the man," Ellis replies. "Grag a plate and come sit with us!"
After a trip to the kitchen, Dante tours the table, choosing this and that of the variety of food. Each guy he comes between tells him they could have passed it to him. To each guy, Dante utters a, "Thank you very much."
Then when sitting, he's kept from eating too much, by being interrogated about his life.
But first he says, "This is very good. I compliment the chef!"
Scotty loved the 'pat on the back', the accolades from everyone, but played it down with, "Eh... it was nothing. All I did was open the package, throw it in the pot and cook it for ten minutes!"
They all knew better. Even Kyle has admitted how much better a chef Scotty is. Everyone knew he was fooling except the newcomers, Geoff, Jorgen and Dante.
With serious looks on their faces, it was Michael who set them straight, "He's joking okay?" And then in all seriousness, "Scotty and Kyle are planning on attending the International Cooking School this fall."
It was a good opener, each person telling what their plans are for the fall. Then, backing up to the summer, each had a hand in telling about their plans for a week from Saturday.
Swifty was the first to elaborate, "Oh yes... Cayman Karlyle. Yep, we go wa-a-ay back!" He talked their ears off with for about ten minutes, telling about their travels abroad, where Swifty got into the briefs business and how since, he's gone through about four designers.
Then the conversation was stolen away, Kyle saying, "Well you know Alex designs men's briefs y'know?"
"I thought he was the manager of a coffee shop?" Geoff questions.
Swifty had the same opinion until Kyle stands in for him, "Alex has been designing briefs since he was in grade school," even though it was exaggerated, "and earned college money selling some `special' briefs to his high school friends."
"Special?" Swifty asks.
"Yeah," Kyle tells, "Fill them in Alex."
He wasn't prepared to talk about it at the table, but cleared his throat with a sip of wine and then explained, "Right. They've got this little extra piece of material sewed in the front to give a little extra room up front if you know what I mean?"
Putting it plainly, Michael showed no reluctance in spelling it out to them, "What Alex is trying to say is, instead of a guy cramming his cock and balls into a regular pair of briefs, there is a special pocket designed to hold them, so you don't feel them bunched up."
"Interesting," Jorgen replies, very attentive to Michael's description.
But Jorgen wasn't the only one paying close attention, Geoff stating, "There's lots of occasions when I could have used more room in my crotch!"
"Like yesterday?" Swifty asks on the sly.
It earned him a swift shot to the back of the head with Geoff's hand delivering it as he balled him out, "You have to go and tell everybody our personal business, Swif?"
Every time one of them got slapped in the back of the head it was credence for laughter.
Alex says, "You guys better watch out... somebody's going to get a concussion!"
After the laughter died down, Scotty mentions, "Dessert anyone?" And instead of allowing Dante to clear by himself, he helped.
Then Kyle got into the act.
Swifty got up but went straight for the bar. He knew it's contents because he spent about twelve hundred bucks lining it's shelves before Kyle and Alex moved in. He called to the table, "Geoff you wanna help me here?"
And returning to the table, both had arms and hands loaded with bottles, Swifty explaining, "I overheard Scotty say we're having cheesecake and I can't think of any better way of sampling `the bar' than with lots of friends!"
After the cheesecakes were brought out, a few varieties Scotty whipped up, they all sat, ate and drank... and drank.... And ate a little more and drank till the bottles were running on empty. By this time Dante, who had formally dressed for serving up at this occasion, had lost the jacket and bowtie, his open shirt forming a V at the top.
"I don't know about anybody else, but it's getting damned hot in here!"
Everybody had eyes wide open as Geoff began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it out of his pants and standing to strip it off over his shoulders, revealing his hairy front.
"Too bad we didn't have music for you to strip to Geoff!" Kyle reacted.
"Yeah! Music! I knew something was missing!" Swifty said, getting up and crossing the room, heading for the living room.
Geoff, in a `happy' mood hopped right after him, telling the others, "I better help him pick out some tunes!"
And little by little, by couples, the dining room emptied with only Ellis and Dante left.
"I will clean up," Dante says. "You go with your friends."
Ellis replies, "Then who is going to be my dancing partner?"
Still, Dante was reluctant and Ellis had to literally take him by the hand and lead him into the next room.
By the time they got there the dance floor, wooden with the furniture pushed to the walls, was jumping, Michael and Scotty shaking about, Alex and Kyle doing some nifty moves, Geoff working off Swifty's shirt as he `got close' to his boyfriend. As for Vince and Jorgen, they sat on the sidelines, a secluded area not well lit, both shirts stripped, Jorgen working on bathing Vince's chest with a frontal assault with his tongue.
Within minutes nobody had a shirt on and most of the guys, bopping to the music, let their pants sag way low. With boldness Geoff, the first to ditch his shirt, was the first to start unbuckling his belt.
"Go Geoff!" Michael called out.
They all cheered the bear on, watching him seductively sway his hips as he inched his pants down. Kicking his shoes off the last minute, his socks came off with the pants when he stripped them.
Michael made the remark, shouting it out so everyone could here, "Oh man Geoff, do you need a pair of Alex's briefs!"
It only served to provoke Geoff to get more sexy in his moves, a hand going to his crotch as he shouted back to the crowd, "Better sew two together Alex!"
Playing up to Geoff, Michael stole the scene, removing his pants next. They all laughed when his boxer shorts accidentally came down with the pants!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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