Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2007 14:44:40 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: For Sale By Owner 06 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" 06 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % "Cool!" "Not cool!" "No? You don't like it, Alex?" He laughed. "You don't like it," Devon insinuated, looking down upon his own bod. "No more than this `S', I suppose." "You don't like the `S' carved out on your bod?" Devon inquires. "I think it's different. I think it's kind of cool." "Then what about my trail?" >From midchest, to his navel, Devon's dark trail resembled a candy-cane. "I'll make you a deal if you make me one." "What's that?" Devon inquires. "To let our chest and stomach hair grow back and never alter it again?" "If you insist." Alex asks, "You like it?" "Let's just say I like the `S' better, but some of us aren't as blest as others." "True. Oh, by the way we have an outstanding issue amongst us?" "What?" Devon's eyebrows show his inquisitiveness. "Top or bottom." "Oh that," Devon shoos it away. "Well I'm strictly top... I think?" "Hee hee hee... you think?" "Why?" Tongue-in-cheek, Alex looked troubled. "Don't get scared. I'm happy to report we'll get along fine!" Alex made like he wiped a ton of sweat off his brow. "Whew!" "C'mon. Let's try out my new `art-work'!" Donning their speedos, the two walk the stairs, down through the lobby, then the glassed in hallway of the Eden club. Two guys were cleaning the swimming pool. They stopped to stare, but also one came out to invite them into the pool. "Hey, do you sell those disposable cameras?" "Sorry, but other than booze we don't sell anything else." The other pool attendant compliments, "I like the way your bod's... the way... whatever you call that." "We call it art," Alex filled them in. "I'm Kyle. What can you do with my chest?" "Ask me, why don't you?" Devon takes the question. "Wait. Who's the artist?" "Neither or us." Kyle scratched his head. Alex then said, "I make briefs and Devon creates jewelry." "Briefs, huh?" Over Kyle's shoulder the other pool attendant listens. "Oh, this nosy guy is my brother, Knapp." "Nap?" "With a K, Knapp says. K-n-a-p-p." "Cool name," Devon says. "Thank our parents, may their souls rest easy!" "Nice place to work." "We get to see some unusual things." As Knapp said it, he was staring at Devon's unique trail down his stomach. "First time for everything, I guess," he tells Knapp. "Nah. We've seen other guys with stuff, like initials shaved out of their chest." Kyle brings up, "Yeah, one Valentine's Day, a guy clipped and shaved all his chest hair, except a heart." "And here we thought we were being weird, Devon," Alex says. "If you guys can wait five minutes, we can drive you to a store." "Great. We'll go get some clothes on." "You're fine the way you are." "I think I feel a little drafty," Devon tells them. With only their speedos, towels draping over their shoulders, it did make them feel `drafty' around the edges! Back at the room, before leaving for the second time, Devon gets an idea. "Do you think our guys are up for some `bed-switching'?" "Whom? Greg and Carlos or Knapp and Kyle?" Alex questions. "Greg and Carlos, dah." "Oh, I think after spending the whole day together, they will be." "We better not leave Knapp and Kyle hanging." "Nice guys, aren't they?" "Yeah. Friendly," Devon comments. "I like them." "Likewise." Both guys were surprised, as Kyle and Knapp had slipped on just tank tops and sandals. Devon says, "Something tells me people don't get all dressed up around here." Shrugging his shoulders, Knapp offers, "It's hot around here. People wear whatever they can get away with." "Yeah," Kyle says, "but like the signs say; `no shirt and no shoes - no service!" Devon wondered if that stood true if he invited the brothers over for a drink later? "We'll take Knapp's car." "Thanks for offering little bro!" "Little? He's taller than you, Knapp," Alex says. "He's six feet tall. He's got a coupla inches on me." Devon thought of something else and smiled. Knapp picked up on it right away. "I mean his height." "I know," Devon retorted, adding, "that's what I thought you meant." "Oh no you didn't. Confess Devon!" Knapp rib-tickled Devon til he confessed. "I thought the customer was always right?" Shaking his head, Knapp replies, "Not when we're not on company time." "Hmm... when are you on again?" "After lunch... c'mon. We better get a move on it." "Whoaaa.. nice wheels!" Stepping out on the side of Eden, chins dropped. "I'm getting myself a job here!" Devon joked. "Nice color." "Powder Blue." "You can leave it out here with the top down?" "Look!" Knapp took the liberty of placing his hand under Devon's chin, moving it, pointing it seemingly towards the sky, but instead peering at a security camera. "It's trained right on it. Plus, I leave this little card under the driver's side blade." "Smile? You're on the Eden's security camera? Clever," Devon replied. Meanwhile, Alex was getting to know Kyle. To look at him, well back at the pool, without his shirt, Alex could tell he worked out. He didn't exactly have a sixpack, but he didn't appear to have much bodyfat. His chest was completely smooth, stomach to match, a treasure trail leading from his navel to his speedo. Now, to add to this, he found out Kyle is the same age, 18yo, and will be attending the same cooking school as Knapp. "Hey, Devon, Kyle and Knapp go to school in New York City." "Oh really? Which one?" Devon gives Knapp his undivided attention. "The International Cooking School on E. 28th Street." "Cool!" Devon replies, even though he has no idea where Knapp has pinpointed it. "Alex is going to the Fashion Institute." "That's on 27th St. and Seventh Ave., right?" Knapp says. "Yeah. You know it?" Devon and Knapp go on with their conversation, as they team up in the front seat of the GT-500. Alex and Kyle take the squashy backseat. "Got enough room, Alex?" "No, but I like it." It didn't occur to Alex that either of the Dryfiss brothers may not be gay. Devon has already figured out Knapp. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insinuate." "Oh you can insinuate all ya want!" Kyle states. Alex got his answer. Soon they pulled up to a 7-Eleven. "We'll stay here," Kyle offers. Knapp and Devon go in the store to hunt down some disposable cameras. "Knapp is such an unusual name," Alex mentions. "That it is. I don't know anybody with the name Knapp. It's not his real name." All of a sudden, Kyle rattles off all this info. "His real name is Keith, but our dad's name is Keith, too." "I see." "Yeah. He got the name from our real last name." "You lost me." "Our real last name is `Knappinger-Dryfiss'." "Oh, I get it, so you don't confuse dad and son, Keith became Knappinger." "Knapp, for short." "Oh right." "Then two things happened. One, Knapp went off to cooking school..." "Excuse me. How old is Knapp." "He's twenty. Looks younger, doesn't he?" "I thought he might be nineteen." "Well, he sure doesn't act his age sometimes!" "Sounds like Devon." "Aren't you both eighteen?" "Yup. But forget about that. What about you and Knapp?" "Oh yeah. Knapp went off to school, so made the name change." "To?" "Knapp Dryfiss. So I did the same." "Kyle Dryfiss. Sounds nice." "Thanks." "What's the other thing?" "Knappinger is my mom's maiden name. She passed away." "Recently?" "No. When I was twelve." "Still, I'm sorry to hear it. I don't know what we would do if my mom ever passed away." "You said you had brothers and sisters?" "Right four sisters and three brothers." "Younger or older?" "All are younger, except my older brother, Manny. He's in the service. He's over in Iraq now." "So, your mom's dependent on you, Alex." "I'd like to think it, but she is some woman. My dad walked out seventeen years ago, but you would never know it." "That's great." "But the sales on my briefs have really helped our situation. I divide the money 50/50." "Such a nice son." The words sounded like a soft tune. It made Alex stop everything and just stare. "What?" "And you... you are..." Sitting squashed there, in the second seat of the GT-500, things were pretty closeup. Alex's arm was already stretched along the back window. All he had to do is move it down, bringing Kyle's head to his. "Boy are you lucky I don't have a boyfriend!" Kyle said all smiles. "I am lucky, aren't I?" "I'll take that as a compliment. Now here's one back!" Kyle slipped his right arm inbetween Alex's left pit. As much as he could, he brought himself into contact with Alex's lips. "Nice," Alex replied after he got kissed. "That's the compliment. I got kissed so sweetly, so I gave it back!" "Well, well, well... while the cats away, the mice must play!" Knapp said, opening the passenger's side and getting in. Opening the driver's side, Devon got in behind the wheel. "What's this? He lets Devon drive, but do you think he would let his little brother." "Shut up little bro, before I give you a nougie!" Even though he had to look to back up, Devon never said anything about Alex's arm, around Kyle's neck. Along time ago, as far back as high school, Alex already had Devon pegged, moving from man to man to man. Sure, if he hadn't met up with Kyle, he might have had his feelings stepped on, but right now he wasn't feeling any loss, but more of a gain. In fact, he decided to make it easy on Devon. "Hey, Devon, you would not mind if Kyle and I hung out tonight?" "You and Kyle?" Devon asked, without shock. "Kyle and you, Alex?" Knapp asked, more shocked. "How many cameras did you buy?" "Ten," Devon said. "How many people on line?" Alex followed up with. "Um, one." "So, what took you so long?" Devon sat there, car still in reverse, waiting. "Don't distract the driver!" Knapp's comment, to get Devon off the hook, gave him permission to back up the GT. % Copyright 2007 T. 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