Date: Sun, 4 Apr 2010 14:17:17 -0700 (PDT) From: T. Chase McPhee Subject: FoR SaLE By OwNEr: ReaDy FoR THe CiTy 01 (FoR SaLE By OwNEr CONTINUES) You know the drill: 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, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states 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: ReaDy FoR THe CiTy 01 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee % Getting stuck in traffic was a way of life, traveling prime-time hours back into New York City. Leaving Cayman Karlyle's Stud Muffin party, they departed, saving the reminiscing for latter days, saving the memories till another place in time. The talkup in the rear of the limo, which had a few more guests returning, than going, was abuzz with future plans. "You know it just came to me?" All attention was drawn to Kyle, the look of his face, apparent he was onto something big here, with talking up all the work he was going to have to do, fulfilling Michael's sales quota. Alex even 'blamed' Michael for it! "It better be a good idea," Alex replies, still thinking of himself and his predicament, having to construct like twenty dozen cock-bootie briefs. Cooling his excitement some, Kyle replies, "Hey, I'm only trying to help?" Even though he hadn't heard Kyle's suggestion, Alex pats his lover on the thigh, saying, "I know you are." He leans over and gives him a peck on the cheek. "Hey guys?" Michael asks. "Can we like cut out all the mushy stuff and get to Kyle's idea?" Scotty too jokes, "Yeah, cut out all that mushy stuff!" It then goes around the back of the limo, a sing-song of sorts, passing from Scotty, to those who have solicited rides, Garrett Travers, farmboy from Kansas, whom tried to get his foot in the door to the modeling world, winding up as towel-boy for Cayman Karlyle, then there was Milo Domersanto, the twenty-six year old teacher-turned-model-turned-tutor, who will be helping Michael secure his high school diploma, and Brady Trask, the six-foot-one 'bear'-drummer from T.R.U.N.K.S!, now defunct on account of him and some of the others going on to college, him in particular, in the city. Last, conked out from last night's farewell party, Carman Magnetti, the bartender who virtually pulled a twelve hour shift, his head sauntered from left to right, depending on whichever turn Ellis made, remained in a world of his own. Sometimes the side of his bumped again the window, which brought him to a state of grogginess, falling back to sleep. Other times, his lay his head on Milo's shoulder, of which he didn't seem to mind! "Okay you guys," Alex took command, "you want to shut up and give Kyle a chance?" "Thank you," Kyle replies to Alex, in a manner which dictated he was the most important person in the limo at this moment. "As I was saying, I happen to overhear Swifty tell Berki Attazi, due to the economy not doing so well, his briefs company is not selling up to par." Michael cuts in, "Um, can you like make it 'brief' and get to the point, Kyle?" He meant it as a joke and the others, finding it corny, nailed Michael for it, winding up laughing anyway. "You guys want to shut up?" Alex reinforced quiet. Carman wakes up, asking, "Are we there yet?" Alex tells him, "Go back to sleep, Carm!" Then they proceeded to badger Carman back into dozing off, "Yeah Carm, go back to dreaming about that hot boy!", which he found not a problem, smiling as he closed his eyes, his hand falling into his crotch. "Okay," he simply said, placing his head on Garrett's shoulder and closing his eyes, Garrett smiling. "What I was getting to," Kyle got them to listen, raising his voice none-the-less, then quieting to conversation volume, "maybe if you," he meant Alex, "spoke with him, he could use his people and his facilities to help you out. That's all I wanted to say." "Whoopee-do!" Michael replies, he and the gang going back to their casual conversation with Brady Trask, regarding Michael a wannabe boy-group member! "Oh well!" Kyle replies to them turning a deaf ear on him. "I like your idea," Alex says sweetly. "You do?" Kyle shows interest. Garrett interjects, "It does sound like a plan." "If you think it might work, I can't see any harm in trying. Um, do you think you could do me a favor?" Alex sweetly asks. "You don't ever have to ask me to do you a favor Alex. Just ask?" Kyle replies, attaching a smile. It earned him a sweet kiss, this time on the lips! "Being you already know Swifty, could you sort of... ask?" "My father knows Swifty very well. I know him, um, 'casually'?" Kyle responds. Rephrasing his question, Alex asks, "So can you call your dad and..." "I can ask him!" Kyle says. "But I'm going to need backup?" "Like how do you mean that?" A hefty smile grooms Kyle's face, eyes widened as he tells, "The way 'you're' meaning it, Alex!" "I think it's going to have wait?" "Why?" Kyle asks, but full well knowing how risque it would be, him and Alex stripping down right in front of the gang and getting it on. As for Alex, he had mixed reaction. In a way, he was mentally agreeing with Kyle, but off on another plane, he figured the gang wouldn't mind having a private porn fest! % "Thanks for not going straight home, Micah," Byron said as he and his model-friend walked with backpacks up the small hill, destined for Byron's home, a few long blocks up the road. Micah replies, "Home is boring anyway." And turning right back to the 'new chapter' in his life, Micah asks as the two hike up the hill, "I've got a question for you." "Anything," Byron meant, in the asking. "Do they know you're gay back home? I mean, are you like out?" "I don't think anyone suspects," Byron replies. It more or less cleared the air, telling Micah a lot. "Would you feel comfortable coming out?" "I'm not sure. I think there could be pro's and cons, maybe more cons than pro's." "You know if you came out, unlike before Byron, you know you would have somebody to fall back on, to rely on if times got tough?" Turning around, walking up the hill backwards, Byron smiled at Micah, replying, "Would that 'somebody' happen to be 'you'?" "Are you this smart in school?" And falling back in line, next to Micah, Byron replies, "Probably too smart for my own good!" Knowing where this was headed, back to a conversation they had yesterday, Micah says, "Will you stop it? Remember, you left school a geek and you by no means have the image of one now. Do you think you 'look' like a geek, Byron?" "No." "Then stop thinking like one!" He wasn't saying it out of being mean or cross, but in helping way, Micah began paving the way for Byron, his escape from the life that was and a new beginning as they stepped farther away from the Karlyle Estate. % Already with the partition down, between the driver's section of the limo and passenger area, Ellis yells out, as he reads it off of a sign, "Welcome to New York City!" Alex asks, "Is everybody ready for the city?" He rubs his hands together, meaning all the new plans in the making. Michael Coelho speaks for all, saying, "We're ready for the city, but is the city ready for us?" Person by person exchanges slurs with Michael, saying something like 'the city will never be ready for Michael'! Garrett Travers, the eighteen year old from Kansas says, which opens the need for discussion, "I've never been to a big city before." Right away, Michael brings up Braddock's and all the main clothing stores. Kyle informs him of Alex going to the Fashion Institute of Technology, Scotty and he attending the International Cooking School. As for Garrett, his first endeavor is, "I hope I can find a job, maybe work for a year or so, then think about college." And with disappointment, "I was hoping Mr. Karlyle would have 'noticed' me." Seeing Garrett's sad-sack face, it enveloping his personal being, Carman says, "Hey, you can be 'my' hot model anytime!" % "Not bad. What do you think?" As they closed in on the old gardener's cottage, in the beginning stages of renovations, Monday morning brought them face to face with construction workers and the architect hired for it's refurbishing. Working at a table in the center of the old cottage, was Tom Space. "Oh, Vince, Jorgen..." Tom quit conferring with the planner to escort the two over to the table, when he spotted them entering, "I want you to meet Sigmund Voss." "Hello-o-o," Jorgen became assertive all of a sudden, offering his hand to the blond architect. "Good to meet you," the twenty-nine year old architect greeted them, with a twang rounding out his english. "Ah, German?" Jorgen guessed, hand still attached as they conversed. "I grew up in Germany, but attended university here in the states." "Oh?" Vince cut in, disconnecting them. "What university?" he asks. Jorgen mentions, with a smile, "This is my partner, Vince Maselli," because he summed up Vince 'jealous', maintaining their hands in conjuction too long. Vince's handshake and introduction, quickly dealt with, Tom Space butts in, "Perhaps Sigmund will give you a room by room tour and point out his plan. Of course, if there is anything you two would care to add or subtract from the ideas he has drawn up, feel free to do it at this time." Sigmund adds, "Because 'later' will be 'too late'!" The alpha half of the partnership, Vince thinks, 'What does he think, we're idiots?'. Jorgen cheerfully follows Sigmund along as if a puppy dog on a leash. Being a 'mind-reader', Tom closing the tour behind Vince, gives him a little pinch on the ass, knowing pretty much what Vince is thinking. Turning around, Vince says out of the corner of his mouth, so Sigmund can't hear, creating a private conversation, "Well, what does he think we are, stoopid?" "Just go with it Vince? Afterall, he is kind of cute?" "I'll give him that much," Vince says in a snide way, but meaning well. However, Vince was getting to like Sigmund's idea for the sleeping chamber, of tearing out the second floor crawl space above, making the ceiling slant up to a rather large window, or set of windows, where he and Jorgen could lay at night and partake of the starry skies. "You're a genius, Sigmund!" his partner said of the cute architect's idea. "It's okay," Vince more or less sway his opinion to Tom's ears, when really thinking it awesome an idea. "Be nice," Tom said. "I 'am' being nice," Vince replies to Tom, as the other two walk out a difference doorway to the bedroom, he adds, "Why, I haven't got a mean bone in my bod!" Serious minded ninety-five percent of the time, Tom Space replies, "Except in bed?" "Hmm," Vince analysed the comment, saying, "we better catch up, so I can keep my eye on those two!" But what a total surprise for Vince, when he enters the next room, Sigmund with his arm over the shoulders of one of the workmen! Again, thinking from the inside of Vince's brain, Tom says, "Oh, did I mention he's partnered?" "No you didn't," Vince scolded Tom, more with relief. "Um, if you like told me in the beginning you could have like saved me a lot of grief?" "I know," Tom smiles at Vince. "Watch your back. I owe you a pinch on the ass!" Afterwards, knowing Sigmund wasn't out to make too good of friends with Jorgen, the four paired off into couples, Tom making his exit, saying he had appointments to keep. And, as Jorgen had done with Sigmund from the first round of introductions, Vince found interest in talking with Sigmund's partner, Boutros bin al-Misri. He tried to pay attention, finding out just because the tall mideastern man wore a construction helmet, didn't mean he was a laborer, yet he kept an open mind, slipping into a slight fantasy mode, wonder how he was in bed! Off into another room, Boutros wanders off topic of central heating and air conditioning, "I am curious..." "About?" Vince follows Boutros' lead, as if the wolf leading the lamb into a trap, only Vince doesn't have a clue yet! "My partner and I, we have an open relationship. And you and your partner?" For Vince and Jorgen, the subject hasn't arisen. Rather than go out on a limb and guess, he says, "We haven't discussed it. It really hasn't come up." He didn't want to be rude, offend Boutros, so allowed him to run his fingers down the edge of his buttoned shirt, as he asks, "Maybe you bring it up sometime. Sigmund and me, we like to engage other couples, if you like?" Hoping he was getting this right, Vince asks, "You mean Jorgen and I, having sex with you and your partner?" Boutros replies, dropping his hand, "Many couples have an open relationship and enjoy having three-way, four-way or more sex?" "Oh, I know," Vince replies. "It's just that we've been very happy with each other and there hasn't been a need for the subject to come up." "Maybe you talk it over with Jorgen," Boutros said nonchalantly and went right on with explaining how the house would partially run on 'green' power, drawing solar energy off the sun and the control panel in the wall. His thinking, on what Boutros' coupling idea, combined with the 'solar energy' options, was making Vince hot! % "Can we go shopping after we get home?" Michael's comment made Kyle feel good, squeezing Alex's hand, joined ever since their conversation regarding being 'ready for the city', at the aspect of 'home'. "Yeah, I know," Alex replies, the two exchanging a kiss. But all strung up and high wired, Michael kept on about spending his golden check at Braddock's. Scotty was first to point out, "But we have brand new clothes we haven't worn yet, Michael?" "Oh. But what about the rings?" "What rings?" Carman asks, coming out of dreamland. "Wedding rings," Michael says. "Me and Scotty're getting 'em and gettin' married!" "Not me," Carman voices his opinion, the twenty-five year old telling, "I'm playing the field for a couple of years before getting tied down to a relationship." Even though the others talked about being free, a solo lifestyle, freedom of having sex without committment, Scotty reflected on his weekend, of almost losing Michael because he allowed himself to compromise his pairing up with Michael. He glanced next to himself, seeing Michael being as cute as ever, talking over things, which stray onto another topic. It's then and there he discovers nobody could or will ever take his place. "What was that for?" Michael asks, when Scotty encloses his whole stringbean bod in the bondage of his arms, hugs him tightly as if for dear life and turns his cheek for one special kiss. Smiling, Scotty says, "Because I love you!" "Oh. Okay," Michael replies. "I love you too." He then went on with his conversation with Carman about baseball. Scotty, after releasing his grip on Michael, confronts Kyle and Alex with, "Whatever happened to 'seizing the moment'?" "It's called, 'get it when you can'!" Alex retorts, then three laughing it off. % Standing at the top of the hill, ready for the descent down the other side of the upgrade, Micah says, "Well, here it is Byron." "Like what?" With his arm over Byron's shoulder, he proposes, "I'm not trying to pressure you into anything. It's entirely up to you. We can walk back into your life as friends or more?" "My folks, I don't think they'll have a problem with me coming out. They are into doing their own thing anyway, but I'm not so sure about my friends?" Staring into Micah's face, he advises Byron, "Now, how could your friends not like being friendly with two hot guys, with one ready to rocket into the world of modeling?" "Do you really think I have a chance?" "Have a chance, Byron? OMG, don't you ever curse yourself like that again!" And still building him up, Micah exclaims, "Just remember, it was Cayman Karlyle finding you and 'not' the other way around. Do you know how many models were at the Stud Muffin Party, hoping to find a career as not just a model, but a 'super model'?" "No, how many?" With his arm over Byron's shoulder, he slaps him lightly aside the head with his fingertips, replying, "I don't know how many, dah! All I'm saying is, CK isn't going to allow too much time elapse before he finds work for you." "Really? I thought 'I' would be the one going out to find jobs." "Nada. It's not how it was with me. As soon as I started my first year in college, even before I got back to the dorm, he had me out on assignment." "But how did you manage, with college?" Byron asks, "Because I still have my last year of high school to contend with?" "That's one thing about CK, he knows how important an education is, because it's not every model who is going to enjoy a long, long career as a model, except if you want to wind up in a 'Sears catalog'!" "How about J. Crew?" Byron asks, being a wiseguy. "I bet you would make a hot Crew-dude!" He reels him in, his head stuffed into the inside of his elbow, Micah giving him a sweet kiss. "I still don't know." "It's up to you. Not that I'm trying to discourage you Byron, but it would be nice if we were both out?" Smiling almost directly into his boyfriend's face, Byron says, "And how would you encourage me?" "A start I think, would be walking back into your life, holding hands?" They separated, Micah dropping his arm off Byron's shoulder, waiting for a reply. Byron takes his hand, saying, "Well... I guess I'm out!" % Kyle, took note, "Um, Ellis I think you missed the ramp to the van Wyck Expressway?" "Not if you want to get home anytime soon? The van Wyck is a fucking parking lot, so we'll take the scenic route around Brooklyn, unless you prefer...?" "No, no... do it your way, thank you!" Even the Belt Parkway wasn't a speed course, but slow traffic wasn't bad at all, not when you consider the guys leaving their seats after Carman exclaims, "Hey guys, do you see what I see?" Michael, on the other side of the limo, crawls right over Scotty, Garrett and Carman, when somebody mentions 'shirtless joggers'! Garrett and Brady, who had been silent most of the trip, jump into action, Garrett asking, "Where?" "We gotta stop!" Michael yells out. "You have to pee?" Carman asks. "No. I just fell madly in love with the hot blond!" Grabbing Michael by the seat of his pants, Scotty drags him back into his seat, yelling at him, "I thought you were madly in love with me?" Oh course it was all horseplay and soon Michael was back at the window, in the process almost kneeing Carman in the crotch, Garrett keeping tabs on the safety of his own. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" Carman just shakes his head, saying to Scotty, "Yeah, he's sorry, but shirtless joggers are more important than my balls?" "That's Michael!" Scotty says, shrugging his shoulders. Rubbing his thigh, Garrett asks, "Need some first aid?" Carman didn't answer, but smiled a toothy grin instead! Off and on throughout the trip around the southern part of Brooklyn, Michael was like a Mexican jumping bean, hopping in and out of his seat. Carman made sure his crotch was protected, Garrett doing likewise. Traffic wasn't as bad as they all thought, a let up, making them zoom all the way to the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel. At the southern tip of Manhattan, no problem likewise. "Hey guys, there's a Braddock's!" Michael exclaims as they cruise through the garment district. "Can we stop?" "I'm hungry for 'food', not 'clothes', Michael!" Alex got everybody else off the hook. "Food?" Michael questions, then realizes, "Oh yeah. I forgot! Where are you taking us to eat Kyle?" Scotty scolds him, "It's not nice to ask to be taken out to eat, Michael." And shortly after asks Alex, "Has Kyle made up his mind yet? I'm like so hungry!" Alex asks, "You've been quiet the whole trip, Milo?" "Oh right, well I've been more enjoying hearing all of you guys joking and what not," he says from the front seat, quickly changing from back to front when they stopped at a light way back near the Karlyle Estate. "Yeah right," Carman says, looking around the circle at the gang. Alex says with sarcasm, "Somebody has to keep poor Ellis company!" Ellis, who has taken in the conversation reports, "Ain't nothin' going on up here guys, so you can stop stroking yourselves off!" Michael gets 'his' revenge, "Oh damn and I was almost ready to come!" "Lemme see," Carman says, the twenty-five year old leaning in front of Garrett and Scotty to check Michael's crotch out. He gets pushed back in his seat, Scotty saying, "He was only joking, Carm!" Leave it to Michael, "But if you 'want' to make me hard, Carm?" Kyle yells at them, "Will you guys shut up before you make 'me' hard?" Then the car stops abruptly, Ellis yelling into the back seat, "We're he-e-e-ere!" "Where's here?" Carman asks. Alex replies, "Kyle's favorite pit stop!" Out through the partially opened, smoky-glasses window, Carman reads the front of the building, "Zanzibar?" "Cool!" Michael yells, going for the door handle, it not budging. "Somebody want to let us out?" "Michael," Alex replies, "if you go out that door right now, chances are you'll wind up on the underside of somebody's car?" Michael does a quick survey, replying, "Oh yeah. Thanks Alex!" By now, Carman has made his exit, latching onto Garrett, asking, "Need some help?" Smiling back at him from the inside, Garrett asks, "I thought you were the one whom needed help!" Being they traveled most of the day, by the time they got to the famed restaurant in the west forties, it was open for afternoon lunch, almost getting ready to change over to the evening fare. "I love this place," Kyle says to Alex, the last two out of the back of the limo. "As much as you lub me?" Alex replies. "I don't know. First I'll have to see what they're serving for lunch!" He deserved it, Alex's hand swatting him on the ass! % Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee `For Sale By Owner: ReaDy FoR THe CiTy' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author. The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....