I was looking for an apartment in the city, sort of a bachelor pad. One of several criteria was that it be in an area close to theater and restaurants. The city has several neighborhoods that are really interesting but one area is outstanding. There is an abundance of restaurants with menus ranging from moderately-priced comfort food to exotic offerings like Thai, Ethiopian, and Indian, all the way to very high-end with best-of-the-city Zagat ratings. The neighborhood demographic was very diverse with blue-collar housing as well as pricey brownstones occupied by young professional couples, and a large gay population. It was the gays and lesbians, in fact, who brought this section of the city back from the blight into which it had fallen 25 years before.
I went to one of the top real estate agents in the neighborhood and met with one of the managers. She was a smartly dressed woman in her mid 40's. We spoke for a little while about what I was looking for. Lisa asked me if I was looking for a place for just one or was there a significant other to be considered. I told her that I was single at the moment, having been married for a number of years living out in the 'burbs, but I was now separated and looking for a new, more urban lifestyle. She said that I needed to meet Tony, one of her top salespeople, and that he would help me find exactly what I was looking for. Lisa said that Tony would call me and set up an appointment to view some properties. She said that I would definitely be in good hands with Tony.
That evening, Tony called and we agreed to meet at 11am the next day, Sunday, at one of the properties he wanted to show me, a brownstone that had been refurbished into three apartments. I got up early Sunday morning, fairly excited to go apartment hunting in the city. This could be the beginning of a whole new life. I had my coffee and got into a nice hot shower. I did my usual morning ritual, which is to shave my pubes and underarms, something I'd been doing for many years. I've always had a thing about body hair. My wife and I had been shaving for years. I liked the look and the feel of being bare, as did she, and I felt that it had always enhanced our sex life. I usually masturbated during my morning shower but I decided not to. I would see what the day would bring.
I put on a pair of weathered jeans and a silk shirt. When I wear jeans, especially a pair of well-washed ones, I usually go commando. I checked myself out in the mirror and, damn, I looked good for my sixty years. As a matter of fact, I thought I looked no more than 45. I was still trim and my penis was very definable in my seasoned jeans. At least, I thought I looked good.
I met Tony in front of the brownstone at exactly 11am. Timeliness has always been very important to me so Tony was already on my plus side. Tony was a very handsome man with rich, smooth ebony-colored skin, about 35 years old, and clean-shaven. His skin seemed to glow. He was about my height and weight. He was wearing a pair of nicely fitted linen pants with no socks, a pair of great loafers, and a crisp white dress shirt with the top three buttons open, exposing a smooth muscled chest. He had exotic green eyes and a chiseled look, which testified to a visit up at the big house by one of his female ancestors in the distant past. We shook hands as men do when they greet each other. Tony had a firm handshake and a very pleasant smile. I thought that our hands were together just a little longer than they should have been for a first time meeting. Maybe it was just my imagination.
Anyway, Tony opened the door to the building and told me to follow him up the stairs. The first unit was on the second floor of the building. There was a wine shop on the ground level. It was a long flight of stairs to the first apartment and all I had to look at on the way up was Tony's very tight bottom. My mind was playing tricks on me because I could have sworn Tony was making an effort to display himself as we walked up the stairs.
