I live in a top floor apartment. It's very small. Basically one room with services but there's an enormous terrace and a stupendous view. It also has plenty of light so serves nicely as a photographic studio too. Lately a real estate agent has been sending out scouts asking people if they want to sell their property. A young guy turned up on my doorstep but neither he or his offer really appealed to me so I sent him away with his tail between his legs as I didn't want it between mine. Then just last week I heard voices on the landing and opened the door in time to see this handsome hunk descending the stairs after meeting with my next door neighbour. Our eyes met and that was enough. I stored up his image and I was sure he'd stored up mine. And my address. I wondered if I should call his agency to say I'd reconsidered but decided to wait for him to take the initiative.

I didn't have long to wait. Three days later he came to give his assessment to my neighbour and I heard his voice resounding sexily in the empty corridor. It resounded sexily through my head too. It was deep, masculine and fruity. It started my dick tingling and my imagination soaring. Before long I was jerking off on the divan just inside the door. Made quite a mess too. I cleaned up most of it but must have forgotten one of the cushions. Two globs of cum glistened there provocatively in the morning sunlight. I went off to have a shower. Of course he chose that moment to ring my bell.

I wrapped a towel around me and hurried to the door. He stood there confident and smiling. Confident I'd be pleased to see him and smiling a welcome. "Hi," he said handing me his agent's card. "I'm Bob Travers. Just thought I'd drop by and see if you'd like me to make an assessment of your property."

He was already making an assessment of my half-naked body. I was dripping all over the floor so asked him to sit down while I finished drying off. I put on my best bathrobe and examined my reflection in the mirror. It more than passed muster. I returned to my unexpected guest. Unexpected was the operative word. He was holding his fingers up to his nose and I realized he was sniffing at the cum I'd inadvertently left on the cushion. He was also rubbing his dick with his free hand.

Words seemed inappropriate - and inadequate - at this point so I sat down next to him and licked the cum off his fingers and explored the bulge in his pants. Once again our eyes met as they had that first day on the staircase. But this time our mouths met too and we were at once a tangled mass of flailing limbs as I struggled to get him out of his formal clothes and his hands, mouth and tongue made a thorough tour of my naked body.

In spite of the fact that I'd cum just half an hour ago, my dick was rock hard again and his was rock harder. I managed to get everything off him except his tie which I hung on to as he flipped me over like a flapjack and fucked the stuffing out of me. No preliminaries but it didn't seem to matter. My ass yawned open for him and then clamped down on his dick as he gave me the best fuck I've had in years. At least that's what I thought at the time. How was I to know that for him it was just a warm up. A taste of things to cum. Funny how some people's bodies are just built for each other and couple up like a pair of homing pigeons. We humped and pumped for what seemed like hours till his dick went off like a rocket inside me and I sputniked all over his face.

"Thanks for the second helping," is all he said. Then, as we showered, "I have to be getting back to hand in my assessment."

I ran my mouth down to his dick and kissed it gratefully.

"When can I expect you with the results?" I asked.

"I finish at 5."

"I'll fix you something to eat." I said. "I don't know about you but I'm ravenous."

"Sounds good," he said. Then, rather shamefacedly, "Do you have a spare shirt and tie?"

I'd ripped quite a few buttons off his shirt and reduced his tie to a fucking frazzle.

"Sorry," I said.

He left just as immaculately as he'd arrived and only a keen observer would have noticed the difference. He was back at six and I fixed him a steak and salad but we were back in the sack again before seven. I opened out the divan so we'd have more room to move and manoeuvre.

We took, rather than tore, our clothes off this time and spent a pleasant half hour 'assessing' each other's bodies. There's something very horny about looking long and deep into someone's eyes, already knowing from the first experience how they are capable of making you feel, and daring them to do even better the second time around. I was glad to see that, just like me, he was into nipple tasting and nipple basting. His tongue sent a quiver to the tip of my dick which burst into full bloom and rose up to meet his mouth.

"I've been waiting all afternoon to wrap my lips round that dick of yours," he said.

I shimmied down and opened my legs for him. My dick can be quite a mouthful and I was eager to see how he was going to get it all down him, so to speak. Still he had a very generous mouth with nice fleshy lips and was soon relishing my nine-inches like a kid at the movies with its very first popsicle. My, did he know how to give head. He dribbled and drooled and made such loud sucking noises that I was turned on as much by the sound as by the sensation. My mind went flashing back to when my high school teacher was showing me an MGM musical one wet Sunday afternoon. He seemed to have every musical MGM had ever made. That's how I knew he was gay. That and the fact he kept stroking my inside leg until my dick peeked out of my shorts to see what was going on. I remember how first his eyes and then his jowls popped and now Bob was bringing it all flooding back to me.

The movie was 'Silk Stockings' and Fred Astaire and some red-headed woman in a green dress were singing "Glorious Technicolor, Breath-taking Cinemascope and Stereophonic Sound." Only this song gets anywhere near describing it. Gee whiz, as my comic book used to say, woweee! My real estate agent was soon letting me see all the glorious colors of the rainbow, taking my breath away and filling my ears with the stereophonic sound of his lip suction. All at one and the same time. In fact -- to speak in a slightly more modern vernacular -- he gave me the full Dolby surround.

In between gasps and drools he was lubricating my ass with the fall out and I knew that at any minute now he was going to be inside me again. Sure enough he lifted me up by my legs and somehow got astride me so that his dick was pointing down like a torpedo ready to lay siege to a submarine. Then he plunged his dick up and down as if he were drilling for oil. Nearly broke my neck in the process as I was bent over backwards and receiving the full force of him.

There followed a series of "Oh yeahs, oh yeahs," which deepened in intensity as he deepened his assault on my ass. I never wanted it to stop. Then, just when I thought I was going to explode with the impure joy of it, he withdrew his dick and came all over my face and ass. It was awesome. Felt just like a river had burst its banks. Not to mention my ass. I opened wide and drank as much down as I could. We hadn't really said more than a few words to each other but who needs words when your bodies are doing all the talking.

We showered and had a long tall drink.

"Thanks for today," he said. "We must do it more often."

"Oh yeah," my dick and my ass and me mentally agreed. "Right on."

"As a matter of fact," he continued, "we'll probably have lots more opportunities. I'm going to buy the property next door. Of course you had a lot to do with my decision. You have to take everything into consideration when you're assessing property."

Once again words failed me so I kissed him goodnight and thought about what the future had in store for me. Who knows if we become neighbours we may even find time to have a conversation.