Damn I'm good. While waiting for my realtor to show up I made one more path through the freshly remodeled ranch style house I had just finished up here in Paradise Valley, AZ. It picked it up for just under a million. It was almost a "knock down", a term for old 50's style homes that are outmoded by today's mansion standards. Most of these past contemporary works of art are demolished so a fashionable new Spanish or Tuscan style ego-box four times their size can be built and sold for $3,000,000 or more.
I just could not let this one go that way. It was too special, the design too reminiscent of the days when a `59 Cadillac with fins would park in the circular drive. So I restored it to almost original character, only updating the kitchen and baths with modern contemporary fixtures. I would not make as much money off it this way but it shined up like a new penny. Ben, my realtor was bringing his market analysis over with him so we could set the sale price. I couldn't wait to show it off, I was proud as a papa. I had hoped for at least $1.6 or 1.7 million. But the market is in the tank and I really just want to get it sold to move on to the next one.
As I hit the kitchen I saw the runs of cum on the dishwasher left from my tryst with Jose last night. My little butch boy painter got off and sprayed his goo all over the place while I fucked his tight little ass raw. It got me hard all over again as I grabbed some Windex and paper towels to wipe it up quickly before Ben arrived. After I finished up my cock was rustling around heavy in my 501's wanting some attention. I thought about heading to the bathroom for a quick spit but I heard Ben slamming the door of his BMW X5 out in the driveway.
I greeted him at the door still sporting solid wood. Ben Swallows was chipper as usual. Yep that is really his name. You have to laugh. At least I do every time I see his face in his full page real estate magazine ads with the heading "Ben Swallows" . The name is fitting too because he indeed loves to swallow. I never did have the gall to ask him if his name had anything to do with his coming to a sexual preference. What came first, the chicken or the egg? Either way, he and I have worked together for years and have a more than friendly exchange.
As he stepped in the front door he gave me flirtatious smirk and looked down at my tented jeans. After I shut the door, his free hand reached down and grappled my package. "Is that a banana in your pants or are just glad to see me", he joked. I let out a embarrassed laugh. "Long story", I said. "I've heard that one before", he replied with his best flaming tone. "You want to hear it again?" I kidded back. Ben waved his finger naughty in my face. "Business before pleasure cowboy". He then changed the subject and said, "Okay give me the tour".
Ben is a consummate professional. He dresses the part of a high end realtor, impeccably clean and neat, groomed to a pin, and almost exotic in character. It does him well in the haughty Paradise Valley area where the average sale price for a home is in the $2,000,000 range. His artsy flair and top drawer style makes him a lot of money. Underneath all the Armani he is a very handsome mid-30's gentleman about 5'-10 with a swimmer's build. He has dark wavy hair and shaves himself clean everywhere else. Clean! His sparkling blue eyes and manicured mug make me feel in high company whenever we are together.
But he doesn't mind putting all pretense aside when it comes to getting manhandled by a big roughneck like me. We have gone round many times in our years and he likes getting down and dirty with the best of them. He has no issues with being my bitch and submitting to my coarse and carnal cravings. I was hoping that business would soon give way to pleasure.
I took him through the 3000 square foot ranch home and pointed out all the pertinent features and remodel work. It was the usual dog and pony show; the pool, the patio, the kitchen, the great room, the yard, and I saved the master bedroom for last. I had installed a whirlpool tub and build a modern glass-block walk in style shower. Ending up at the last point of the walk-through and staring out at the newly landscaped resort style back yard through the master bedroom windows, he finally said. "Well cowboy I think we can move it pretty quick at $1,650,000. If you want to hold out for the money and wait a little longer, list it for $1,799,000." I smiled and said, "Lets move it out at $1,650,000. I need it sold now."
He set his binder down on the wet-bar and said, "Great now tell me about that log in your pants". We embraced and kissed for a few seconds while his hand massaged my growing meat. "You don't want to hear my story, lets just get undressed", I suggested. He nodded and we both proceeded to peel off our clothes, throwing to the fresh new carpet of the master bedroom floor.
Now completely naked, we dropped to the floor and rolled around for a minute fondling each other and kissing with an intermittent giggle. "It's been a while cowboy", Ben said with a smile. "You have my phone number", I replied as I squeezed him in my arms. He then rolled me over on my back and proceeded to give my throbbing 8" fuck stick some of his expert attention.
I closed my eyes and relaxed as he began playfully licking and massaging my tool. He is a cock connoisseur in ways that I can't explain. He turned his head sideways and suckled on my shaft just below my head, writhing his tongue as he pulled my red flesh into his mouth. After some electrifying buzz runs across the head and piss slit with his rough tongue he took me into his mouth balls deep. He was a sword eater indeed. His smooth dimpled chin pressed against my balls as he sucked my manhood hard and tight.
After his initial taste in, he bobbed and sucked while cosseting my balls with his smooth hands while I grunted and moaned. He plays me like a violin, bringing me to a boil and backing off. Just when I feel my juices flowing he moves to my balls and licks at them. After my coming orgasm subsides he goes at it voraciously again. How he knows where my bleeding edge is, I will never know. But 10 minutes has gone by and he has brought be up to the blowing point and down a number of times now without letting me explode. It is a torture I can only hope continues all day. But it cant.
As my hips were now uncontrollably humping up and down I said in desperation, "I want to fuck you". I wanted to lay this bitch on his back and drive him across the bedroom floor til his head knocks on the baseboards. I could control my cock longer this way and what a rush. The way he was working me now I was not in control and almost over with. He paused from his evil torture to reply, "Sorry cowboy. I don't want sloppy ass all day while working the open house here. You can fuck me later". I shut my eyes and let my sweating scalp hit the floor again.
As his fire-like tongue slithered in and out of my piss hole, lapping up my streams of juice I felt his wet finger sliding into my quivering hole. He was moving in for the kill. His slippery sliding digit found my hot-button and began fucking at it violently as he deep throated me again. A shiver of energy shot down my spine and into my groin, showering up my cock shaft and exploding into his wet writhing mouth. "Ohhhhhhh man, Ahhhhhhh" I blurted out as I bucked up and down on his finger and into his face.
The explosion of white warm juices in his mouth was met by a swallowing and closing sensation on my shaft. His tongue lapped up my jizz and shoveled it into his throat as he milked my spend 8" tool. I arched my back and rolled my head back and forth on the carpet as he pigged down on my loads, wringing my cock out like a rag in his hands. ""Oh man you kill me Ben!" I exclaimed. "You kill me". He smiled at me as he finished cleaning off my man meat.
He got up and washed off his face in the master bath as I got dressed. After we got both of our clothes on and made sure there was no mess behind Ben said, "OK cowboy you need to hit the road. I have an open house to hold and I don't need some sweaty construction worker hanging around and scaring people". I laughed and said, "Thanks a lot". He slapped my ass flirtatiously and said. "I hope you will be thanking me later."
I took off and marveled at his amazing talent as my spent cock laid flaccid in my jeans. As I headed down the street in my truck, Roy my paint contractor called on the cell. "Hey. I just wanted to check in and make sure my son got you all taken care of last night". I paused for a moment. "You mean Jose? Jose is your son?" "Yeah, you didn't know that?", Roy replied. I laughed to myself and thought about fucking his little butch boy son solid last night. "Yeah, he did a great job".