Working in the 'big city' was bad enough, but I didn't have to live there. I was totally fed up with living in a large town and decided to move to the quitter country life, and I had one advantage. I was a realtor, and knew immediately which properties were going on the market.
I watched the listings daily for what I thought would be perfect. Unfortunately nothing interesting came up for a while. Then, roughly three months later, I saw one property that caught my eye. I immediately drove out to check it out.
It was located roughly eight miles past the city limits and consisted of a house and forty acres. The house was large, with three bedroom and three baths, plus a large office area and had been completely updated except for the master bedroom and bath. It was exactly what I was looking for. Immediately, I made an offer.
While waiting for the owners to make a decision, I began checking out contractors to update and enlarge the master bedroom and bath area. A neighbor gave me the name of a contractor that had done work for him and said is work e was excellent.
Once the papers were signed, I moved into the house, but left the master bedroom empty to allow for construction. Next, I called the contractor and made an appointment for him top come out. He said that Saturday morning would be the earliest date. I said that Saturday was fine. His name was Buck Sims and found that he had an excellent rating with the Better Business Bureau.
Saturday morning arrived and he was right on time. He stepped out of his huge pick-up and as he approached me asked, "Mr. Evans?"
"Yes, and you must be Mr. Sims."
He was roughly six-three or so with extremely broad shoulders and slim waist. His hair was short and had a sexy auburn glow. His muscular bare arms were freckled and his hands gave me a firm handshake. The open collar of his shirt revealed a fairly thick mass of auburn red hair on his chest. I was immediately excited. In checking him out, I had found out that he was twenty-nine.
"Please, call me Buck," he said.
"I will, if you call me Mark," I replied before asking, "Is Buck a nickname?"
"Yea. My mother named me Buckley after her brother and I hate the name, so I go my Buck."
"Well, it's nice meeting you Buck. How about a cup of coffee while we discuss the job?"
"Sounds good to me," he answered.
As we sipped our coffee, I showed him what I had in mind. He took measurements and asked how much I wanted the area enlarged. I told him and he checked out the exterior and the construction in the attic. An hour later, he met me in the den with his estimate.
He gave me the price, which thought was extremely fair, then he told me the worst part.
"Mark, we're looking at least six months if not longer," he said.
"What? Why so long?"
"It's just the way I work. To get started, I'll have a crew here to get the majority of the work that involves more than one person done. Then at that point I work alone. By doing that I can be sure of the quality of my work, and you won't have to worry about a bunch of workers running around."
"Hey, I can live with that," I replied thinking of being able to look him over while he worked without anyone else noticing.
"I'll be through with my current job this week, and I can get materials ordered on Monday and demolition started on Tuesday."
"Great, " replied and then I caught him off guard. "Just incase you need it, here is a key to the house in case I'm out on a call."
"Mark, you don't even know me, yet you're giving me a key?"
"Buck, I have always been a good judge of character, and even after our short meeting, I know you can be trusted."
"Thanks," he replied.
We shook hands and he smiled as he said, "I'll see you in a week, and thanks for the vote of confidence."
I smiled back and said "See you then."
After Buck left, I went to the den and began wondering if he would work with his shirt off so I could see his red-haired chest. The thought started bringing my cock to attention and I had to stroke out a load.
I cleared my calendar for Tuesday so I would be home for the start of the remodeling. Buck arrived shortly after six and I had coffee ready. We sipped a cup as we waited for the delivery of the materials and his crew. Both, his crew and the delivery of materials were late. Since the house sat back out of view of the road, we wondered if they were having problems finding the address.
"I better go out to the road and see if I can find them," he said as he climbed into his truck. A few minutes later he returned followed by his crew and the delivery truck. I stood back as the crew ran around like a colony of ants, first unloading the delivery truck then starting on the remodel by removing the siding first.
Each day, the work looked more like a demolition rather than a remodel. After two and a half weeks of work from daylight to dark, the framing and siding for the new bedroom was complete. Now, Buck began working alone. On his third day, I arrived home early, and found him hard at work shirtless. I was thinking of inviting him to stay for dinner and seeing him shirtless, sealed the idea.
After a while. I convinced him to take a break and offered him a beer.
After taking a big swallow, he smiled and said, "This hits the spot. I could give you a hug."
Laughing I said, "What's stopping you?"
He looked at me with a surprised look on his face then stepped closer and gave me a gentle hug.
"You got any plans for tonight?" I asked.
"Not really. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I didn't know if you were married and had a wife waiting dinner for you."
"No, not any more. About a year ago she walked out and filed for divorce then married her boss."
"Well then, why don't you stay for dinner?"
"Mark, I'm all dirty and sweaty."
"We'll worry about that later," I said.
I began preparing dinner and while it was cooking, I went out and told him to get ready.
"Mark, I'll track dirt and dust all over the house the way I am."
"Are you shy of bashful?" I asked.
"Well if you want to you can strip down here in the yard. No one can see you and I'll hose you off and if you want to cover up I've got a bathrobe you can wear."
"You're serious aren't you?"
"Yep. You would be the first man I ever saw naked."
He blushed slightly and after a moment said, "Get the hose ready."
As I pulled the garden hose around, Buck stood by his truck and stripped totally nude. I did my best not to stare at his red haired chest or the bright red-orange bush at the base of his long slim cock. I hosed him down completely as he washed himself. I prayed that the boner in my pants wasn't real visible.
Once he was through, I handed him a towel and my bathrobe. Once he was dry and had the robe on, he followed me into the house. I handed him another beer and returned to preparing supper.
As I did, he laughed slightly and said, "Can I say something without you getting the wring idea?"
"Sure. Go for it."
"When I stripped down outside, it felt weird yet exciting. I've never been naked outdoors before."
"The fact that the house and grounds are totally hidden from the road and neighbors is the main reason I bought this property. Weekends and after you leave, I stay nude inside and outside. I see nothing wrong with nudity."
"I can understand that. In the Army, we all showered together nude and thought nothing of it."
"Buck, there might be times you get here early on a Saturday and find me naked on the patio with a cup of coffee. Don't be shocked."
"Hey, it won't bother me at all. It's your home."
I almost suggested that we both get nude right then but I did not want to rush things. If I was going to try and get him in my bed I had to take things slow.
We had a great dinner and visit and he left about nine. The next day was Saturday and to see what he would do, I was on the patio naked when he arrived. He smiled and poured himself a cup of coffee that was always ready and said, "You look mighty comfortable."
"I am, and feel free to join me anytime."
He just smiled and before joining me a the table, looked me over completely.
After coffee, I went in and dressed for work and left. I made a sale and decided to return home early. I arrived just after four and found Buck working away, wearing just his work boots. He wasn't expecting me and when I walked up on him, he was surprised and when I asked, "Mind if I join you?" he replied with "It's your house."
I went to the bedroom I was using and stripped and returned to the yard with two beers. Buck was still nude and working away. I handed him one and said, "Take a break."
He did and after sitting down and opening his beer, he said, "May I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure. You can ask me anything you want," I replied.
He looked me directly in the eyes and asked, "Mark, are you gay?"
TO BE CONTINUED..............................