Reading the Realtor

I’m not ashamed to admit that I watch quite a bit of HGTV. There have been several realtors on there through the years that made my dick sit up and take notice. So that was the inspiration for whipping up this quick little fantasy story.

I pulled up in front of the townhouse and thought it looked pretty good from the outside. It was a corner unit, three stories, red brick with an off-white trim and blue front door. It was a little further out from the center of town than I wanted, but it was a seller’s market for sure and it wasn’t easy to find something that met my needs. I’d lost out in a couple of bidding wars and lots of properties went under contract the same morning they were listed and I didn’t even get to tour them. 

As disappointing as that was, what kept me going was my realtor, Kenneth. In short, I had the hots for him and certainly didn’t mind prolonging our relationship while I continued to look for a new home. He was something of a mystery to me – he often made jocular, buddy-buddy comments. Like when we looked at a bathroom with double vanities, he made a comment about that being convenient for “overnight guests” in a wink-wink kind of way. But he never mentioned gender, like saying when I had a woman over. I didn’t know if he was just being discreet or if he was trying to get me to let him know my preference. Look, when I get in the bedroom, I’m gayer than an Andrew Christian jockstrap, but I don’t feel the need to advertise my personal business to the world. 

Another time, we looked at a house that had a high fence all around the backyard and he mentioned that you could get an all-over tan back there, or do all kinds of other things and no one could see. I really couldn’t tell if he was flirting, or just engaging in mild “locker-room talk,“ as a certain infamous public figure had put it. I wasn’t sure what his deal was either; he didn’t wear a ring and never talked about a girlfriend or boyfriend. But I didn’t flaunt my preference, so he had the right to be discreet as well.

As I got out of the car, Kenneth opened the front door and came out onto the small porch. He waved and waited for me to come up the walk. Whether he was flirting or not, I could certainly admire him aesthetically. He had a ready grin with sparkling white teeth and a Mediterranean look, with slightly hooded chocolate brown eyes, olive skin, and thick black hair that was parted on one side and had a luxurious shine. I’m five-ten and he was a couple of inches shorter than me, with a trim body that wasn’t skinny but didn’t have any extra flab either. Today, he was wearing a blue dress shirt with French cuffs that didn’t have any links but instead were rolled back twice to hold them in place. The top button was undone. It gave him a dressy-but-casual look. His tailored dress pants – Canali, unless I missed my guess – were gray and fit him tightly. The flat front hinted at a possibility of a substantial cock underneath, but didn’t give too much away. In the back was prime rump meat perfectly outlined by the fabric. It reminded me a little of a pear, the way it rounded out towards the lower half. I wanted to bury my face in it and give it a few smacks to watch it vibrate. 

I had to shake off those thoughts, because I had joined him on the porch and we were shaking hands.

“Hey, Bryan, great to see you again. No trouble finding the place?”

“Not at all. It’s kind of far out here, but not hard to get to.”

“Good, good. This one is two bed, two and a half bath and just under fourteen hundred square feet. It’s just over ten years old but the appliances are only a year old and they stay with the house.”

“That’s a plus. Let’s check it out.”

“Sure.” He opened the door and we went into the foyer as he pointed up to the corner of the porch overhang. “It’s got a security system with motion-activated cameras. They stay too. So just remember that if you ever open the door naked,” he grinned. 

What the fuck? I’m here twenty seconds and he’s already talking about being naked. He’s got to be sending me a signal, right? I decided to push it a little and see how he reacted.

“I only go around bare-ass on the weekends. So I guess I can just delete that video from the app.”

He laughed. “If it looks good, you could keep it. Let’s take a look at the kitchen. It’s right through here.”

We went through the entry hall into a decent kitchen with stone countertops and porcelain tile floors, with the new appliances he had mentioned. “What do you think?”

“I like it,” I said. “The backsplash isn’t what I would’ve picked, but that can be changed down the road. And it’s a good size.”

“Yeah, enough space to cook up a meal that would impress any date.”

Here he was with the dates again. I looked across the island at him and noticed that two buttons on his shirt were now undone. I was sure it was just the one when I arrived. Was he up to something, or was it accidental?

“Want to check out the backyard?” 

“Yeah. Is it fenced?”

“Not this one. So no all-over tan here.” He led the way through the living area to a slider across the back. Halfway there, he noticed something on the floor and bent over right in front of me to pick it up. His meaty buttocks thrust toward me and flexed in his tight pants. My dick jumped in my boxer briefs and I had to quickly rearrange my equipment to keep from tenting my zipper. 

“Somebody dropped an earring,” he said, standing back up. “I’ll let the office know.”

We stood on the small back deck and checked out the yard. It was shared with the neighbor, but as it was a corner unit it was only attached on one side and there was extra space on the open side. 

“You’ve got room for a fire pit and a grill out here if you want. And plenty of room here on the deck for a couple of chairs. Good place to have a cold one.” He clapped me on the back, his hand lingering near the nape of my neck. “Check out the bedrooms?”

“Yeah, let’s head on up. I don’t want to keep you too long.”

“Nah, this is the last showing of the day. We’ve got plenty of time.”

I led the way up the stairs into the master bedroom. I took in the dimensions, trying to imagine if I could see this as my retreat. It would be where I would relax, sleep, get dressed, masturbate, maybe have plenty of sex. I glanced over at Kenneth and damn if he didn’t have a third button undone on his shirt. The opening had widened and I could see the edge of one of his dark pink nipples. He was grinning at me, his thumbs hooked in his belt loops. 

“No security cameras on this level,” he said. “It’s nice and private.” He gave me a steady look.

Okay, he had to be coming on to me. Fuck it, I decided. I’m calling his bluff. I walked over to him and slid my hand into his shirt and over his left nipple. His chest was perfectly smooth and his aureole was bigger than a quarter, the small nub of the nipple erect in the middle.

“Fuck, Bryan, that feels good,” he breathed. “I wondered if you’d ever take the hint.”

“How’d you know I’d be interested?”

He shrugged. “I took a chance. You’re late thirties, never mention a girlfriend. And I thought maybe you were checking me out a couple of times.” He smirked. “Were you?”

“Can’t deny it.”

“What did you like best?”

“That fine ass.”

“Good answer. I was hoping you’d be an ass man.”

I was still stroking his nipple. He put out a hand and went right for my crotch. I had a semi but we were working our way quickly to full staff. From what I’ve observed and been told, I’m slightly above average in length and girth. But I am a grower, so he was probably in for a surprise based on what he was feeling now. He dropped to his knees and made quick work of my belt, button, and zipper. He yanked down my slacks and underwear in one motion and took my prick in his hand. He gave it a few strokes as it plumped up to full erection. He took a moment to brush his hand across my thick nest of reddish-brown pubes and down over my smooth balls. Then his mouth dove on my shaft like it was the only water fountain in the desert. He pistoned up and down on it from base to tip like a pro, getting it soaked in spit all over. He reached out both his hands and took both of mine, pulling them to the sides of his head.

“Skull fuck me,” he demanded. “I wanna feel that big dick pounding my throat.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” I told him. I grabbed his ears and began to thrust back and forth, feeling the sensations of his tongue on the underside of my shaft and the resistance of the back of his throat hitting my cockhead. He gripped my ass tightly and held us bound closely together. I’m a quick study, so I could tell he was a guy who didn’t want it gentle. I grunted and groaned as I fucked his mouth and ran my hands all over his head, gripping his hair. After a few minutes of that, I pulled out, not wanting to lose my load yet. 

I yanked Kenneth to his feet. I wanted to get a taste of his meat too. He wasn’t wearing a belt, so I was easily able to get his pants opened and slid down. He had on royal blue silk boxers, his dick pushing straight out against them. I pushed those out of the way and dropped to my knees as his snake popped free. I took his erection in my hand and checked it out. He had a considerable amount of foreskin, retracted behind the head now, but it looked like he had quite an overhang. His head was a pinkish hue, while the rest of the shaft was darker, matching the rest of his olive skin tone. He had a tuft of fine black pubic hair right at the base of his dick. 

I took the pink head in my mouth and sucked it like a lollipop. I ran my tongue over the folds of his foreskin. I wasn’t too experienced with uncut guys, so I wanted to play around and explore a little. I licked all the way down the underside of the shaft and gave his heavy balls a tongue bath, then worked my way back up his meat. He was hung pretty damn well too, the shaft thicker in the center than at the head or base. He smelled like warm spices and tasted delicious. I gripped his buttocks too and gave him some vigorous sucking. I couldn’t take him all the way without gagging like he could, but I gave it the ol’ college try. I switched to the hand and mouth combination and had him breathing hard. Eventually, he gently pushed me off his dick and pulled me to my feet.

“Put your dick head against mine,” he said. “I wanna do something.”

I pressed my piss slit to his and he worked his foreskin forward and over part of my head. Then he began to slide it back and forth, covering and uncovering our dick heads. I’d heard about docking, but this was my first time doing it. It felt incredibly forbidden and amazing. Kenneth spit in his hand to give us some extra lube and began to slide up and down our entire shafts, the heads still pressed together. Then he stopped and spit into his hand again. He got my cock fully slicked, then he turned around and propped his elbows on the footboard of the bed. He moved his feet apart and leaned forward, presenting his willing ass to me. His butt was as smooth as his chest and just slightly lighter in color than the rest of him. I dropped to my knees again, this time behind him, and slapped each cheek to watch it jiggle. He had a beautiful posterior. I spread his cheeks apart to expose his pucker and could immediately tell this was not a virgin hole. It had a few little folds of looser flesh and a slightly purplish hue. It had the same slightly spicy scent as his dick and I dove in tongue-first. Kenneth let out a moan of ecstasy as I ate out his ass and gave him a thorough rimming, wetting him up good for what was to come. 

When he was soaked, I stood up, moved in close behind him, and rubbed my rock-hard cock over his bare cheeks and up and down his smooth, shaved crack. I inserted a couple of fingers into him to check his readiness, then pressed my erection against his hole and pushed in. He accepted my dick smoothly and I was able to fully slide into him in just a few seconds. I pulled out slowly and spat down onto the top of my shaft for some extra lube, then began to move in and out with some energy.

Kenneth began to grunt as I pumped, then a torrent of filthy fuck talk spewed out of him. “Fucking hell yes, fuck that ass! Goddamn, I’ve been wanting that thick cock for weeks. Fucking Jesus yes, destroy my cunt with that big dick!” I jackhammered his sweet hole, showing no mercy, since he didn’t want it anyway. I held him firmly by the hips and worked up a sweat as he continued to beseech me to fuck him harder, tear him up, and make him walk bowlegged for a motherfucking week. 

I reached around him and gripped his fuckstick again and jerked him as I continued to plow him. He bucked back against me and our intensity was quickly building to a point of no return. Here we were in some stranger’s house, completely befouling their bedroom with the scent of our fucking. The thought of this secret taboo made my balls start to tingle with that familiar sensation of nearing completion.

“Fuck, Kenneth, I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah, buddy, put that fucking load in me. Pump me full of your seed.”

I panted and grunted, then felt the warm, sticky wetness of his semen shooting into my hand and dripping on the floor as he let loose with a final, “FUUUUUUCK!!!!” At the same moment, I unleashed and spackled his insides with my man juice. We held on to each other for a moment, still breathing hard, then collapsed to the floor, my ass landing on the globs of Kenneth’s load. He fell back to the floor with his knees up and spread, his cock wet and cummy, and his hair standing up in tufts on both sides of his head. He looked like what he was, a man who had just been thoroughly fucked. He snuck a finger between his legs towards his asshole and came out with a drop of my jizz on his fingertip. He popped it in his mouth and gave me a naughty grin. “Mmm, nice and salty.”

“There’s only one problem here,” I told him.

“What’s that?”

“If I decide to buy this place, I’ll need to get the bedroom floors cleaned.”