The Aubergine Room
A realtor finds a unique selling point that seals the deal.
Written by CountDickula
“Yeah two bed, one bath, canal view, use of gym, long lease”. Andreas chewed the end of his pen, a mixture of boredom and irritation pressed on the front of his brain but he was trying not to show it to the client on the phone. The summer heat had finally arrived and the office air con was not coping with the ten degree leap to thirty-six. His large, freshly shaved balls were cruelly confined by the unyielding fabric of his suit trousers which had ridden up, imprisoning them on his swivel chair. He would normally have put his hand down his pants, adjusted himself to stop the pinching and give his fingers a quick sniff, but there were clients at the next desk and he’d been told off by his manager about doing this before. So Andreas’ smooth scrotum remained unpleasantly glued to his thigh. This fit, twenty-six year old Greek lad was like his father, darkly hairy all over, but he loved the feeling of shaving his balls. The friction in his pants helped take his mind off the tedium of work and kept his thick cock semi-hard on a simmer till he could next play with it.
“Yeah communal gardens. Nearby cafes, good schools, good price. Seller wants a quick sale”. That phrase “quick sale” was classic buyer bait. “Viewing end of today? Sure. Five PM?... Perfect. Alright Harry, I’ll meet you at the property”. Good. He knew this first-time-buyer Harry was ready to move. The motion of hanging up dislodged a bead of sweat from the furry patch just above his arse cheeks, it dripped down into his crack, moistening his already marshy arsehole. All he knew right now was he was sticky all over and the next best thing to a fuck was a quick sale.
Problem was, he hadn’t had a decent long fuck for a week now, nor any privacy at home to put on some nasty porn and wank himself stupid. His girlfriend was currently starving him of sex as punishment. He wasn’t sure what for. He was always in the dog house about something.
So he pretended to work for the next two hours, having a couple of loo breaks when he sat on the seat, cock in hand and scrolling his new interest, FTM porn. Seeing pussies on gym fit lads getting eaten, fucked and squirting piss was a hot change from the usual fake-titted writhing sluts he was becoming immune to. It made him precum more than usual, which he scooped with his free thumb then licked off.
Back at his desk he watched the wall clock slowly tick around till quarter to five, then leapt up saying “Garrison Court viewing” to his manager on the next desk. As he drove, he remembered meeting the owner who had already moved out. Odd vibe. Fit older gay bloke with a big moustache and septum piercing. All in black and a leather waistcoat and cuffs. Powerful stare. Andreas remembered feeling a little intimidated and avoiding eye contact even though he was used to gays flirting with him. It flattered his ego and having the looks to back it up, he was an outrageous flirt, like his father. Maybe clients fancying him was good for business.
He turned the key and strolled through the vacant flat fourth floor flat. Its emptiness echoed back his footsteps. He scanned each room, his agent brain instinctively picking out what to highlight. The decor was bland white paint and wood. He walked to the end of the connecting corridor and there was a marked change. This large room was painted floor and ceiling in a kind of dark aubergine colour. It felt oppressive and it smelt odd. He went to open the window but it was locked. It had the stale, manky scent of a gym changing room. He noticed marks on the floor where four rubber feet of something had been in the centre of the wooden floor. And now he looked, he saw the walls had a sort of uneven sheen. Like someone has roughly pasted glue over the surface. Why the fuck had the seller not painted this room to white too? This was not going to help the sale.
Strangely, the odour in the room started to have an intoxicating effect an Andreas. For some reason, he was drawn to move closer to the longer wall near him and felt the need to sniff it. it made Andreas relax. His tense shoulders dropped, he became aware of his body touching his clothes, his nipples brushing his pink twill shirt, his heavy cock pushing upwards for freedom against his waistband and his accelerated breathing. Fuck it, he was early enough. He dropped his jacket to the floor, shucked down his trousers to let his tool swing free. The release felt so good. Looking down, he watched the chunky tube of flesh writhing as it took on more blood. The head started to thicken up and push it way out of it’s roll-neck covering. He shimmied his hips side to side, enjoying the air moving around his freed balls. He took another long sniff of the wall and impulsive put one hand on his cock. It was so ready to be handled, swollen in his hand.
And that’s when he identified the smell. It was cum. The whole fucking room smelt of cum. Like someone had painted it on the walls. What the fuck had they been doing in here? Oh… Andreas had seen enough porn to connect the dots. It was a playroom… and the floor marks were from a sling like the one he had watched a T-boy taking dicks on earlier in the office loo.
The entryphone buzzed. Shit. He pulled up his trousers enough to waddle to the handset and buzz him in. He had a minute to sort himself out while Harry took the lift. He yanked his pants up, clumsily packing away his oozing hard-on into the stretched cotton causing a huge mound under his belt. He got his shirt tucked in just as Harry knocked on flat door.
Harry was a late thirties, well-built guy. Six foot three and due to the heat, wearing very little. Snug gym shorts outlining a firm arse and a vest that barely covered both nipples. Well, it covered one at a time as he walked down the hallway toward Andreas. Andreas clocked his easy smile, friendly brown eyes and a heavy messy fringe that met his cheekily raised eyebrows as he confidently thrust out a hand to Andreas. Maybe it was because he was already turned on, maybe it was the smell of cum lingering in his nostrils, but his cock pulsed a couple of times as he scanned Harry up and down. “Thanks for fitting me in” Harry said shaking Andreas hand, quite firmly. Andreas saw how the tension of their grip on each other flexed Harry’s bare forearm, front delt and right bicep twice. For just a second, the image of Harry wanking and large cock with those same muscles flexing passed through his mind.
A little shocked at his own imagination, Andreas clicked back into agent mode and introduced the flat enthusiastically, leaving the cum room till last. As they came to it, he let Harry enter first. Harry immediately stopped in the middle of it, took in the decor and then just as Andreas had done, he sniffed… sniffed again… then in inhaled strongly his capped shoulders expanding wider. He exhaled, paused and then responded with a throaty “Mmm”. He turned to Andreas saying “is that…”
Andreas sniffed too and tried to feign some surprise “Oh… I think it’s…”
“Uh huh” said Harry before taking another long lungful as though sampling the aroma of a quality wine. “That’s pretty weird and yet kind of…”
“Hot?” Andreas held Harry with his gaze.
“Yes, hot” Harry returned the stare. Brown eyes met brown eyes and they held this look for a few seconds.
In the stifling silence of those seconds Andreas was aware that he was sweating more intensely. His armpits were wet. Andreas felt his mind swim. An urge started to gain power in him. “Can I?” he thought. He tried not to think of his girlfriend’s tears, his mother’s shame, his best friend’s mockery at having sex with a man, but before he could think about it too hard, he felt himself open his fly and quicker than you could say Leasehold Agreement, Harry had dropped onto his knees in front of him, yanked down his pants and begun nuzzling his face into Andreas’ damp balls under his cock making it bob on Harry’s nose. It quickly fattened up to full size.
Harry lapped the string of precum off the cock tip before pulling back the hood and taking a long deep huff of his wet shiny helmet. Then in one action he launched his mouth onto it filling his throat and made a stifled, satisfied moan. Harry didn’t gag. Harry had skills. He quickly got into a rhythm, deep-throating back and forth and Andreas was only too happy to assist, gripping Harry’s skull and banging his meat over and over into this man’s face. Harry adjusted his position to be on all fours, his muscular arse spread open below, bracing him against the force of Andreas’ hips. The powerful sunlight streamed through the window illuminating his arse fur in gold. The sight of Harry’s tensed furry glutes flicked a switch in Andreas. This man’s arse looked so fucking good. He stared and he enjoyed staring as it moved up and down. He had to slurp his saliva back into his mouth to not dribble on Harry who was still sucking and moaning vibrations into his hardness.
Andreas was so horned up it was only a minute at the most before an almighty surge began in the base of him, rocketed up his spine, cascaded back down his front, over his tongue, down his chest, electrifying his nipples on route and tightening his abs before swirling around his balls and finally erupting in a flow of hot juice over Harry’s face. Andreas let out a deep roar of satisfaction and Harry responded with a gutteral “fuck yeah” as he pumped his own spunk out onto the floor.
Harry sat back on his heels panting from the lack of air in the last minute. His stubbled jaw was spattered with white juice. In fact, it was over his brows and brown fringe too. Between breaths he looked up at Andreas, grinned, and said “Thanks. I’d like to make an offer”.
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This story was written as part of a Naked Men Talking Writing Workshop, in response to the prompt "Historic Cum". Copyright remains with the author - this story cannot be republished or distributed without the consent of the author.
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