Friday afternoons in the summer meant all but one got an early start on the weekend. On this particular Friday, it was my turn to stay while the rest hustled out the door, trying to get clear before the phone rang. Expecting it to be a dull 3 hours, I settled back in my chair at my desk with a book. It was a decent read, and the first hour went by quickly. I was starting a new chapter when the front door chime sounded. Laying down the book, I left my office and entered the front lobby area to see who had come in. A nice-looking young man stood at the counter, hands in pockets, glancing around at the artwork hanging on the walls. I recognized him right away, the younger son of one of our clients. In his mid 20's, he was shorter than my own 5 foot 7, average build, with short spiky hair, and small hoops piercing each earlobe. He had a small dark stud piercing by the corner of his mouth. He was wearing sandals, cutoff shorts, and a t-shirt. The shirt had a rainbow on the chest. Al in all, pretty typical for a young guy these days.
I knew he was gay, having come across his profile while browsing Facebook. Unlike me, he was out. I sighed to myself, thinking how much it would be to strip down and have some fun with a guy his age, but the 20-somethings online didn't seem interested in a 52 year-old man, especially when he was a bottom. Oh well, better see what he wants.
"Hello, can I help you?" He turned abruptly, like I had startled him.
"Oh, hey, yeah, uh, my dad told me come to see you. I'm in my own place now, and apartment on 5th Street." I picked up a pad of paper and pen, and asked him a few questions. While jotting down his information, a thought came to me.
"Are you living alone, or do you have a roommate?"
"Nope, no roomie. Maybe down the road, though. Does that make a difference?"
"It does, you just need to call this office, so we can make an adjustment. It won't increase your rates, though." He smiled and nodded. "Any other questions?" I asked. He thought for a second, then looked at me.
"Do you need to see the place, the inside, I mean?" For once, I was thinking on my feet. It was the opening I had been hoping for, even if it offered a very thin thread of hope.
"Actually, we do need to do an inside inspection, and I'll take care of that." Once again, he nodded.
"Oh, good, that's great, that it will be you, I mean. You look trustworthy." he said laughing. I laughed too, although I groaned on the inside. Trustworthy? Maybe face showed something. "Hey, I mean, you're a nice guy too. He looked down at the floor, and shuffled his feet. Hmm, he's flirting with me, in an awkward sort of way.
"Well, thank you. You seem like a nice guy yourself. When can I come by? I could come at 4:00, if you'll be home?" I wasn't sure what the next move would be, but I thought if I could get in his apartment, then maybe an opportunity would present itself. I was turning over these thoughts and ideas when he started talking again.
"Yeah, that would work. It's A-12, first floor, 6th door on the right, at the end of the long hallway." I confirmed that I would be there at 4:00, and he went out the door. I took care of his paperwork, and started scheming. I could be bold, I thought, just ask him if I could suck his cock. Or perhaps ask to use the bathroom, then come back in the room naked, with my hard cock pointing at him. As exciting as those scenarios were, the possibility of rejection was heavy on my mind, and I finally gave up and decided to play it straight, hoping for some signal from him.
Closing the office at 3:30, I hurried home to shower and change. Before I stepped into the shower, I swallowed half of a little blue pill, and let it work it's magic. Sure enough, I felt the familiar flush to my face, and my cock swelled until it was thick and hard. It subsided as I got dressed, but on the drive to his apartment building, my nervous excitement made it grow hard again, straining against the front of my jeans. Normally, my 5 inch cock isn't noticeable, but add a blue pill to the mix, and I show a nice bulge. So much for being subtle, I thought. It was still hard, almost painfully so, when I stopped in front of the door marked A12, and rang the bell.
He opened the door, and I was surprised, and pleased, to see him with no shirt or shoes, and wearing a pair of plaid sleeping pants. His eyes dropped for just a second as he checked me out, and widened when he saw the bulge in my jeans. Then he quickly looked up, and told me to come in. We made the tour of the apartment, I took some notes, and we returned to the living room. He looked nervous. I asked if he had any questions.
