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.
FoR SaLE By OwNEr 84 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Alex?"
"Huh?" Alex tilted his head upright from his chin almost touching his chest, his eyes blurred upon opening. "Kyle your're awake!" he jumped out of his seat, almost tripping over his own crossed legs.
"Careful or it'll be you lying here instead of me!"
Alex could not believe what he was hearing or seeing. Only twenty-four hours ago it looked as if Kyle were on his death bed. Now he was as cheery and fresh as his old self! Yet as he approached the bed, he was reluctant to touch, Dr. Azayzeh's warning ringing in his ear.
"Aren't you glad to see me awake?"
"Yeah, but the doc told me I should be careful of spreading germs."
"You don't have a cold, do you?" Kyle asks.
"No."
Pointing two fingers to his lips, Kyle says, "Then put it right here!"
And wouldn't you know it? As soon as Alex bent over the bed and bestowed a kiss on Kyle's lips, in walks Dr. Azayzeh. "It was only a little peck. I swear it, doc!" Alex made excuse.
"Only a little? Fine way to greet a lover who has had a close shave with death!"
"But you said..." Alex protested.
Dr. Azayzeh just smiled. But it was too late for anything more, hospital personnel swarming in, circling Kyle's bed. With the removal of some of the monitoring equipment, it made Alex feel good. So, he didn't mind not addressing Kyle with anymore affection, since it looked like things were in the clear.
And as things were looking perky, in walks a familiar face.
"Um, like thanks for telling us Kyle was in the hospital Alex!"
Dropping his head back, with frustration Alex walks towards the door with open arms, exclaiming, "I am so-o-o-o-o sorry Devon! You completely slipped my mind ole buddy!"
"Don't worry `bout it. He'll get over it!" Dominic said from over the hugged shoulder. Sideswiping the coupled friendship, he grills Kyle, "You're not looking so bad for being worked over!"
"I'm doing alright. So if Alex didn't tell you, how did you get the word, Dom?"
Alex and Devon, the former high school buds walk arm in arm, making the gathering four, as Dominic relays, "Carlos Guerra who just happened to call your former residence, found you moved..."
"Oops!" Kyle took the blame for not reaching everybody.
Alex adds, "It was kind of a sudden move."
"You're busted!" Devon gave a friendly swat to Alex's bottom.
Dom keeps right on, "Fortunately Carlos happened to know this fellow named, `Elvis'?"
"Ellis," Kyle corrects him.
Snapping his fingers Dominic replays, "Ellis. That's it. How Carlos knows him is immaterial, but anyway to get to the point, we found out about you and your dear' brother and here we are. So, how are you really' doing?"
"Great as long as I can lay here for the rest of my life!"
"In your dreams buddy," Alex says. And then to Dr. Azayzeh, whom is standing there taking it all in, "When can Kyle be up on his feet and out of here doc?"
"That depends on Kyle."
Before Kyle can react, the door to his room is knocked upon. "Is it safe to enter?"
Apparently it had been the first Asaf has seen Mohamed today, the doctor' and patient' greeting each other, Azayzeh giving Asaf a sweet little kiss on the forhead. "Feeling better today."
"Much. Look," Asaf looks down, "I'm standing on my own two feet."
"See this?" Dr. Azayzeh returns his attention to Kyle. "This will be you very soon too."
Dominic and Devon had driven in to New York City, not only to visit with Kyle, but informed Alex they were going to do some light shopping.
"We never did get you a birthday present Alex," Devon told him.
"It's not until..." Alex looks at the date on his watch, "tomorrow is it already?"
Kyle says, "Yeah, the birthday party that fizzled out!" Then he went on to apologize, "Sorry Alex, but with the moving and everything else happening I never finished the plans and..."
"Shhhhhhh," Alex said, placing a finger to Kyle's lips. "The most important thing is you get better. You know it's getting kind of lonely at home in bed?"
Kyle smiled, saying, "You miss me?"
"Silly question," Alex replies.
Dominic gives idea, "If it gets too tough for you Alex, I'll loan you my surrogate bottom!"
"Without my permission?" Devon answers.
The high school buds just smiled at each other, like they were trying to hide something.
"It's nice to see you and all Kyle, but we better get going and I'm sure you and Alex want to visit with each other," Dominic broke off the fixation the two teens had on each other.
Bidding their farewell, Kyle poses the most immediate question, "So, what was that look all about you and Devon gave each other, Alex?"
"Oh it was nothing. Just high school under-the-bleechers stuff, so how you feeling?" Alex tried brushing it off.
"Fine. So what happened with you and Devon under the bleechers?"
"I should have never brought it up."
"Well you did stoopid, so fess up!"
Alex laughed at Kyle's moxie before saying, "Okay. It was no biggie deal. Really. We were at an away swimming mete, the bus dropped us off and we headed in the locker room to change. We're all out by the pool and whatever reason the opposing team's coach comes out and says there's a misunderstanding. Our coach was livid to learn at the last minute there was a discrepancy in a field trip and he couldn't keep the swim team from not going on the trip because it was costing them big bucks to arrange the trip."
"So they had to forfeit right?"
"Well sure, but still coach was pissed. Anyway to make a long story short..."
"If it's a good story, make it long!" A bright smile filled Kyle's face.
"I don't know," Alex replied on the sly, his hand moving from the guard rail on the bed, sneaking down onto the blanket over Kyle's thigh, sliding down the white hill and into the crevice between his two legs. "This didn't get damaged did it?"
Kyle moaned when Alex touched his covered loins, "Oooooh... nope!"
"I guess not!"
"But not too much because if I shoot my load I'm sure I'm going to get emotional and..."
"You always do!" Alex withdraws his hand, but carries on with his story about Devon and him at the swim mete, "Unfortunately we had to wait around for the bus to make a return trip to the school, so while we were there coach had us practice with their facilities." He giggles and tells, "The other swim coach commented to our coach, his team better kick their practicing up a notch, telling coach we would have beat his team hands down!"
"Really? You guys were that good?"
"Either that or he was looking for a blow job!"
"Really?" Kyle said excitedly again, this time moving. A grave mistake.
"Oh poor baby," Alex said. "Is there anything I can do?" he pampered his lover.
"Yeah, but unfortunately if I turn over it'll hurt twice as bad!"
"At least you haven't lost your sense of humor." Alex moved Kyle's blond locks of hair from his face, sort of fixing it with his hand. He then bent over and kissed him.
As soon as he popped up Kyle asks, "So what about you and Devon?"
After awhile the guys got tired of swimming so hung around on towels at poolside. Slowly, one by one they left for the locker room. All this time Devon and I had been talking boyfriends. I think I told you we really didn't date anybody in high school. I mean Devon and I weren't what you would call `lovers', but good friends, which good friends have a tendency to do things talked about?"
"So you took Devon behind the bleechers and fucked him?"
Alex just stood there and smiled, shaking his head.
"What?" Kyle asks.
"Didn't I tell you when I met you I hadn't fucked any guy before?"
"Um... yeah." Kyle lay there, Alex looking down at him. He could tell Alex was thinking, because he took on the pose he always does, standing straight and tall, arms folded around the middle of his bod. After a brief silence he asks, "You mad at me?"
"You know you're very lucky you are lying in that bed with a bum rib?"
"I am? How come?"
"Because if you weren't I'd take you over my knee and give you a good spanking!"
"Hmm," Kyle made a face, wondering how it would feel. "Might be interesting!"
Seriously, Alex says, "Maybe I'll go right now down to the hospital gift shop and buy a paddle!"
They laughed and got all goofy on each other. Sometimes Kyle's laughter hurt, but each time he got a nice cuddle and kiss from Alex so it was worth it!
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Waking up, Michael stretched, one arm going towards the ceiling, the other out to his side. "What tha?" he said of Chad's foot nestled in amongst his crotch, his foot actually inside the little slit in the fabric of his briefs. With haste he shook Scotty's should like an 7.8 earthquake. "Scotty! Wake up!"
"Whaaa... what?" he sits up straight, rubbing both eyes.
"Look!"
Scotty follow the toe-in-pouch, leaning in front of Michael, to the other end of the sofa. "Does it feel good?"
"It's not moving," Michael replies as he shrugs his shoulders.
"We should wake him," Scotty suggests.
Michael responds, "No-o-o-o-o! It'll embarrass him!"
"Well here," Scotty says, getting up, "slide your butt over here and let his foot fall out naturally."
They tried it, watching Chad like trying to not awaken a dragon. But his foot tugged on the briefs and stretched it out, making it look like Michael's early morning woody.
"Any other brilliant ideas?" Michael asks.
"Sure. Slip out of the briefs!"
It was a chore to do so, Scotty helping Michael slowly stand on the sofa without rocking it too much, but it was feasible and when he stood there with his cock and balls to the wind, the briefs lay on the sofa, fitting Chad's foot like a sock.
"I can't believe we did it!"
"Got one question." Scotty says.
"What's that?"
"Isn't Chad going to be embarrassed anyway when he wakes up and finds the briefs on his foot?"
"Who cares?" Michael replies. "Nobody'll be here to see it!"
And when Chad started to stir, Michael hops over the top of the sofa and the two dash away!
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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