Gay Erotic Stories

It's a Sunday Public Open House. The weather is bad, not many people willing to brave the weather to just look at houses. Near the end of the open house, a married couple comes in, they are the only lookers in the last half hour, and only the third prospects of the day (open houses are usually from 1-3pm). He is gorgeous, tight jeans, boots, and a tight shirt under his coat (the heat is on so he leaves it at the door after a while of looking around). The house is a two story, and is vacant. They look around the house commenting on various things that they like and dislike. The husband asks me different questions here and there, nothing serious. When he asks me about attic access, we go around the second floor looking in all the rooms. Wife in one room, husband in another, and me in the smallest room. I find it in the closet ceiling, and tell them. Husband comes to look and we both squeeze into the little closet, he brushes his hand against my crotch, eyes go wide and he whispers, "Sorry". The wife comes in right away and we try to stay as far apart as possible, not easy in the small space. They finally leave without really saying much, other than the usual, "Thanks for letting us in." The Open House ends without any more lookers, so I lock up and go home. I just get out of my dress cloths and into my jeans and a comfortable shirt when the phone rings. It's the office, there is a client sitting outside the house I just left and they want to see it. The regular agent isn't available, so they ask me to go. I'm pissed, I just got home and the weather is bad. But, being the good dooby that I am, I say that I will go, but since they are sitting there, I won't have time to change before I go. They says it's fine. I drive to the house, pulling up I don't recognize the car waiting in front. I get out, wave to the driver, and head for the house. As I'm about to unlock the house, I turn around and, it's HIM, the husband. My heart, and hardon, jumps. As we go in, he apologizes for dragging me out in this weather. We go in and he says he just had a few quick things he wanted to check without the wife being there. He checks the basement, "Yup, room for a new shop I wanna build, she isn't crazy about the idea" As we head back up stairs, he says he just wants to check one more thing in the Master Bath, and asks of the age of the roof. I head for the paperwork to check and he heads upstairs. I find the information and go upstairs to tell him. I find him laid out in the tub, fully dressed with his head laid back and eyes closed. I guess he heard me come in because he started to talk just as I got into the doorway. "When my wife is at work, I like to layout in the tub, let my imagination go, and jack off. As he starts to say this, his hand moves to his crotch and starts rubbing slightly the bulge that is already starting to show. "I hate a tub that I can't stretch out in and get comfortable." "At 6'3", I know what you mean", I return, "I have just resigned to taking showers since they really don't make them my size anymore". "I think this one would fit you, why don't you try it?" As he gets out, I get in. I stretch out looking directly up into that stretched fabric of those faded blue jeans of his. "What do you think, do you like it?" "Yeah, I think it would fit just fine!" "I have to admit, I wasn't talking about the tub" he says quietly as he stares at the now growing bulge in my jeans. "Nether was I" I'm gonna be a tease and not say what happens next, but they do write a contract on the house and I am "forced" to spend many afternoons at the house with him. After all, an agent can't let the client be alone with all those inspectors and contractors. He has to look out for his interests, RIGHT? EMail me if you want to hear more! Cwboymo@swbell.net