Mark was driving home from an open house that didn't go so well. The place was too small, and it was way overpriced. He had looked at maybe 20 houses in the past few months, and they all had one problem or another. He was starting to wonder if maybe he was being too picky.
He had never been in this neighborhood before; it was on the way back. He drove past a park and by some nice houses that weren't too close together. He went down a side-road just to explore a bit more, and then he came to a cul-de-sac and saw a "for sale" sign, and the house looked really nice.
It was just the right size that he had been trying to find, and he liked the style, he even liked the mailbox. He parked. This would be his third open house today, but he figured why not if it actually looks decent.
Then he noticed that it didn't say "open house" and there were no balloons or anything, but it said "now viewing." He hadn't seen that before. Did that mean the same thing? He figured he'd just ring the bell and see.
After about a minute of wondering, the door opened. It was a guy in a robe.
Mark said, "Oh, I'm sorry." He figured he woke the guy up or got him out of the shower maybe. "I just wanted to see the house."
The guy ushered him in and closed the door behind them while asking, "Did you have an appointment? I wasn't expecting you."
"Oh, I thought it was an open house. I just saw the sign out front and stopped," Mark replied, stepping into a tiled front foyer, almost like a vestibule.
"No, everything's been going through the realtor by appointment. You didn't read the listing first?" Mark explained that he had been looking at houses and happened to drive by. The man in the robe explained what the listing said.
"It explains that the house is owned by a naturist and has been modified specifically for naturists with a walled patio and privacy hedges, and it also tries to make it clear that no clothing is allowed while viewing the house." Then he stood there. Then he said, "I'm Ian, by the way" and he held out his hand.
They shook hands. Then they stood there while Mark processed the situation he found himself in. He said, "maybe I could talk to the realtor, if you have a card here?" Ian said, "We really have been trying to sell to another naturist."
Mark stood there, looking up the stairs and into the living room and kitchen, admiring the details. "So... uh... you've had other potential buyers come see the place?" Then it kind of hit him what the situation was. "And they... uh, and you..., you're..."
Ian looked Mark up and down and said, "Yeah, they've undressed here, and then I show them around. I didn't have any appointments scheduled for today. Like I said, the goal is to find another naturist. There's a resort not far from here, so sometimes friends will stay here."
"There's no way I could see the house today?" Mark asked.
Ian thought about it for a bit, "Well, like I said, it's a clothing-free house, no exceptions. It really keeps it clean, too. Keeps out pollen and odors and everything."
"...and it's just you here?"
"Yeah, nobody else is here, and no appointments scheduled for today."
"So... I'll just get undressed and then you'll show me the house?"
"Uh, yeah, yes, if you're really interested."
"Um... yeah, I guess I am."
"Okay, well, that sounds good, and nobody will walk in on us if that's what you meant," Ian said. Then he opened his robe and slid it off his arms and hung it on a peg next to him.
He had grayish hair and was a little older. He wasn't what you'd call heavy or muscular or skinny, just kind of normal. He had a little tuft of chest hair and pubic hair, but was fairly smooth-looking everywhere else. He stood confidently and unashamed while Mark looked embarrassed even fully-clothed.
His skin didn't fade from light to dark as if always hidden under fabric. His knees were kind of knobby, and his knob was normal, nothing pornographic or record-breaking.
If it had been a younger guy, Mark might've felt more self-conscious or if he hadn't been so nonchalant about it, but something about Ian made Mark feel okay with it, even though it was titillating. Mark was a grown man and never around another grown man naked, certainly not in a situation like this.
After an eventual "okay, go ahead," Mark stepped out of his shoes and pulled his shirt off and held it. Mark had a beard and a forest of chest hair and those shoulders that curve up on their own. He put his shirt on a chair, next to a neat row of shoes and a wicker hamper tucked under a table with a lamp and a candle.
While Ian patiently waited and watched, Mark unbuttoned, unzipped, and slid his pants off, sliding his socks off as well. He didn't look at Ian as he laid his clothes on the chair as well. Then he stood up, thighs flexing and feet feeling the cool tile. He wore tight white briefs that didn't really hide anything and instead just highlighted what was there in white cotton.
"Is that enough?" he asked.Ian replied, "It's gotta be everything."
Mark hooked his thumbs into the front of the waistband and tugging down and sliding to each side inverted his underwear and stepped out of each leg, looked down and folded the briefs neatly and set them on top of his pants. He looked over at Ian, and then he spotted his own reflection in a mirror with Ian's reflection on the mirrored frame.
Mark's forearms were darker than his chest and stomach, which were darker than his thighs. He kept his pubic hair trimmed and shaved his balls smooth. Neither man said anything. Maybe twenty, twenty-five seconds passed. Mark gulped a little and looked around.
Ian said, "let me show you around."Mark said, "and you don't have cameras all over the place, right?" Then they laughed, and Ian said no. They stepped onto the carpet, soft and clean, and through the living room.
They walked together through a narrow hallway and into a side room off the living room. "This was a bedroom when we moved in, but we've got a computer desk in here, just a nice-sized extra room." Politely, Mark nodded, still kind of experiencing sensations and feelings.
As they walked into the kitchen and talked about the space, Mark found himself more focused on what to do with his hands and noticing the feeling of his bare feet and how the skin between his thighs was touching. He was more aware of his own butt and felt himself kind of flexing it and standing up straighter than normal.
He crossed his arms over his chest and held each elbow, but found that it felt like he was showing off everything below. Ian casually noticed and noted, "you only miss pockets the first time." This made Mark smile a bit and start to walk around with his arms dangling, taking it on as a new way to walk.
They strolled through the kitchen and talked about appliances and plumbing. They looked around the living room again, and then Ian opened the big patio door and stepped through it. Mark poked his head out and looked at the high-walled courtyard with plants all around.
Ian was talking about the set-up for a minute before turning around and realizing that Mark was still inside with just his head poked out. Ian waited and waved him out, "nobody can see you back here." Mark sheepishly stepped over the threshold and apologized, saying he felt like he didn't want to get locked out. Ian set his hand on Mark's shoulder, assuring him. "If we get locked out somehow, I'll streak around to the front door myself."
They stood around the patio for a few minutes, Mark enjoyed the warmth of the sun, and they talked about how nice it is to have a little Garden of Eden.
"I haven't been naked next to another guy like this since high school gym," Mark said. Ian said, "well, every guy is shy at that point, not fully grown. Now we're men. We don't have anything to hide, right?"
Mark found himself surprisingly comfortable, taking on the other man's relaxed attitude. All his frustrations from house-hunting fell away. As Ian bent down, Mark found himself checking out the man's firm buttocks and watching the balls that hung down between his thighs.
Ian was turning on a little fountain that bubbled water around them and created a relaxing noise. Mark then watched as Ian opened the back gate and poked his head out to make sure nobody was there. The coast was clear, and Mark looked at the yard and a path around to the garage. He remembered that he was supposed to be checking out the house and looked at the ivy-covered stone wall.
"It's a little nicer than a locker room, too," Ian said reaching out his palm and patting Mark's shoulder. Mark turned around, reacting to the touch on his bare flesh. He jumped a little, still with a hand on him, and he noted how his dick hopped up, maybe more than it would've if he had any clothes on.
Ian didn't overreact to this overreaction and instead just walked back into the house to continue the tour. He led Mark down to a finished basement with carpet and a bar and stacks of boxes. On the way down the steps, he turned back to say "Watch your head" and was face-to-face with Mark's wobbling dick and balls. Mark looked down his own body at the man's face.
As they explored the room and talked about the storage, they were a little cramped close. Mark found himself naked in a basement and standing an inch away from another naked man; they stood for a few seconds in a closet as he let that realization come over him.
Just as they were about to go back upstairs, Mark looked down and realized that he was stiffed-up and had one big drizzle of precum oozing out and leaving a spiderweb trail to his thigh.
Ian said, "oh, that's no big deal." He grabbed a tissue from the bar and dabbed the spot on Mark's thigh and then dabbed the tip of Mark's dick, while Mark just looked down at what he was doing, kind of frozen. Ian tossed the tissue in the trash. Mark was still frozen and slowly working on another drop.
Without making too much of it, Ian suggested that he show him the garage next and started up the steps. Mark followed, eye level with Ian's golden, rounded buns. Ian opened a door at the end of the hall and flicked on a light. Mark followed him into the cool, concrete garage and was hit with a smell of sawdust and cut wood.
Ian had shelves with cans of paint and oil, a light-up plastic snowman, and a workbench with a bandsaw and a jigsaw and a lathe and some hand tools. He showed an almost-done birdhouse he was making. Mark joked about it being dangerous and Ian put on a greasy leather apron, with his ass bare in the back. Mark found himself staring at Ian's butt as they stepped around the garage and Ian tidied up his tools.
"That smell reminds me of when I was a kid, sneaking into a construction site or a house being built," Mark said. "Did you ever do that when you were younger?"
Ian replied, "Oh, sure I did, but I used to strip off and jerk it. I know what you mean about that smell." He clicked the saw on and cut a 2x4 in half. Then he smelled the cut wood and brushed his forearms to dust the sawdust out of his arm hair and off his hands.
"Let me wash up now, and I can show you the bathroom," Ian said. He took off his apron and guided Mark back to the front door but now upstairs.
Mark followed and watched both their naked bodies walk by a mirror, both their bare butts wiggling by. Mark's dick had calmed a little bit, but still stood out, and he noticed that Ian's was similarly plumped up and lengthened.
They stepped into a large, tiled bathroom, and Ian said, "The plumbing is good, you should feel the water pressure." He slid open the shower curtain and turned on the water as a demonstration. Mark looked in and saw that it was an overhead, with a large shower-head pouring water down.
"Oh, I like that kind. I stayed in a hotel that had that and I liked it," Mark said.
"Why don't you give it a try and get cleaned off?" Ian said, stepping aside. Mark considered it. He could just step in and feel what it's like, enjoy himself. He asked if Ian was sure and was reassured that he should go ahead.
Mark stepped in. The water poured down his hair and across his face and chest, dripping down off the tip of his nose and the tip of his dick and forming his leg hair into wet little arrows. The water pooled around his feet and down the drain. He stepped around, as it was a big stall.
Ian's hairy forearms reached in under the spray, and he rinsed the sawdust off. "It's pretty great, isn't it?"Mark answered, "Yeah, I love this!"
The waterfall coming down was pretty wide, not like standing at a trickle and moving your body around for it. Ian said, "Hey, you mind if get under too?"
Mark answered, "Sure, go ahead!" and he stepped aside. He watched as the water caressed the other man's body head to toe. He watched as Ian closed his eyes and put his face under the stream, puffing his chest up to get the water and sliding his wet hands down his front.
Ian turned around and let the water trickle down his back and down his crack, and Mark watched as the wet flesh was rubbed by the man's hands, showcasing how bouncy the muscles were.
Mark looked up with a jolt when Ian turned around to face him. Ian said, "I bet you didn't think any of this would happen today, huh?"
Mark smiled and shook his head no. Ian continued, "Let me guess. You've thought about stuff like this before but never done anything, right?" Mark nodded silently in agreement. Ian continued, "And I bet you did a little something when you were younger or almost did, right?"
"Almost," Mark said, after thinking back to one encounter that kind of started but definitely didn't finish.
"And I bet there's stuff you'd think about doing but a list of stuff that you definitely wouldn't do, right?" Mark nodded, almost blushing. Then he noticed that both their dicks were full-on ready and reaching out for each other.
Ian continued, "Well, how about this? You can do whatever you want to do, okay? And I'll ask you if there's something I want to do, alright?"
Mark nodded and grinned. Ian said, "Do you want to keep showering with me?" Mark smiled more and said yes.
Ian said, "Do you want me to soap up your back?" Mark said yes and slowly, attentively turned around, his back to the other man and water cascading down. Ian worked up a lather and washed his hands across Mark's strong, wide back. Mark's shoulders pressed down, and he stood up a little straighter, feeling the water pour through his scalp.
As Ian's hands got lower, he asked, "Do you want me to wash lower?" Mark breathed in and said okay. Ian's sudsy hands rubbed down Mark's sides and slid over his perky cheeks. Mark felt the smooth skin get scrubbed. Ian said, "I bet you want me to wash between your legs but not go too far, right?"
Mark looked back over his shoulder, smiled and laughed a little, and said, "Yes." Ian's hands scrubbed under each mound and along the back of his legs and inserted between his thighs. Mark felt the wet pressure and found everything to be very sensitive.
"I want you to wash me like this. Do you want to?" Ian asked. Mark said he did, and they both turned so now Mark stood behind to soap and scrub and slide his fingers around, feeling the firm muscles and hard bones. As he got lower, he found he liked the power and control of having a full-grown man under his touch. He remembered what felt good to him and aimed to give those same sensations back.
"That feels great, man," Ian said, standing with his legs a little wider. Mark said, "Can we, like... hug?"
With a smile, Ian said, "Okay, sure bud" and turned around. Face-to-face, each wet chest pressed and slipped against the other, and their thick, wet arms wrapped around each body, and Mark felt Ian's bristly face against his neck.
They shifted from one foot to another, almost dancing under the stream, and Mark found himself pumping his lower half against the man. He felt his hard cock push against the man's firm body and the man's stiff dick slide along the wet skin. Mark's balls swung against Ian's and tapped them, signaling a very unique sensation up to his brain really like nothing he'd ever experienced before.
Mark realized that he must seem like a dog on your leg and stopped himself. "Is that okay?" he asked. "Yeah, it's great, just do whatever you feel like," Ian whispered. Mark leaned his upper half against the strong frame and curled his lower half up and against Ian's thighs and balls and the sturdy frame of his pelvis. Ian leaned into the pressure.
They pushed their wet cocks against each other, sliding and bumping. Without asking, Mark tried to aim his dick alongside or against its new friend. Ian said, "Why don't you slide it between my legs?"
Wordlessly, Mark stopped and held his erection in his hand and pushed it down to go straight forward and slide under Ian's balls and between his thighs, pressing up against the wet skin, firm. Ian fluffed his balls up out of the way. Their heights made this perfect; Mark's cock lined up perfectly.
He slid it in, and Ian squeezed his thighs tight against it. Mark slid it out slowly and then pushed back in before it popped out. Mark's hands gripped Ian's hips, and he plunged in and out. Ian loved the feeling and a moan escaped his mouth.
Ian squeezed tight, and Mark fucked the hole, both their bodies getting red from the hot water and from the arousal. Mark's hands slid around to the back and squeezed each mound and held them, bouncing his body backward and forward, his balls like a pendulum.
Ian liked standing there clenching and getting used as a toy, his hands at his side as he got pounded. He noticed Mark staring down at his twitching tool. He wanted Mark to slurp on it but decided not to jump to that point. He said, "Mmmm... that's sooo good, yeah.... Can I jerk it while you do that?"
Mark excitedly shook his head and grinned devilishly as Ian's hands came up to stroke up and down the length of his cock. Mark had never watched another man jerk off and never saw a cock so close. He was excited and in awe, and he started to think that if Ian jizzed that it would make him shoot too. If he was watching porn, he couldn't stop himself from shooting when the money shot finally came.
Ian said, "Is it okay if I... I mean, if it gets on you, ...I could," and Mark just started nodding and saying yeah again and again.
Mark said, "I'm gonna when you go. I think I'm close." Ian squeezed even tighter and Mark's thrusts turned into harder pushes against the pressure.
As Ian got closer, his grip relaxed, and Mark squeezed his gripped hands tight against Ian's hips, pulling him towards him and pumping faster and faster.
That set Ian off. He groaned and shot a volley up against Mark's adam's apple and then more up into the air until starting to paint his knuckles with burbling jizz.
Mark was coming, tensing, shooting between the other man's legs, and he was loving it, not spraying like a firehose but humping tighter and deeper and releasing. Ian loved the wet feeling and rode it.
They collapsed into each other, Ian steadying them against the wall with one strong hand reached out and one arm cradling under the younger man's butt. Ian wanted to stay under the water like this, wanted to lie back and submerge themselves into a tub and float in that feeling.
But they just stood there, leaning against each other for a minute until Mark got a bit bashful again, stopping himself from outright apologizing. They each washed the cum away and smiled and gave awkward little touches as they stepped out and dried off with big, warm, fluffy towels.
Mark felt strange not to put anything on after showering. They continued the tour. They sat on the big bed in the master bedroom together and talked a little more.
He ended up buying the house.
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