I had just arrived to the property. It was a beautiful Tudor style home in northern Massachusetts. It was secluded, sitting on acres of land. I had experience with homes of this size and value, as I have been a top producing real estate agent for many years now.
I walked to the front door and proceeded to ring the bell. A moment later, the sound of the door unlatching and I am face to face with Brito. Brito is a very serious man. He is Argentinian, rugged, very masculine. He shakes my hand and invites me in. We talk and he tours me of the property. After previewing the grounds I am introduced to his stunning wife. I can tell immediately she finds me attractive, as most women do. I smile and remind myself of my long-term Latin girlfriend back home. I am fit, handsome, and typically referred to as a Hemsworth brother (jokingly). Not to come off as self obsessed but only to build a picture, in fact, I'm quite insecure. I work very hard to have the physique I have, but I am constantly judging myself. Something I've learned to live with.
My appointment was drawing to a close, paper work is signed and the property is ready to be listed. As I'm packing my laptop away, walking in comes Britos son. Brito has a mixed look of anger/disappointment. I could immediately tell why...
"Hi, I'm Alex."
Alex was about 5'4" and 120 pounds. He was slim and toned with big eyes and a white smile. He was feminine, a complete opposite of his father. I shook his light, girl-like, hand.
"Alex, I told you to stay upstairs while I do business." Grumbled the father. It was clear he did not approve of his son.
"he is going through a phase."
"he tells himself that, but Alex is 19 years old now and I see no signs of changing!" Laughed the mom, Isabelle. I had no interest in watching these two go back and forth about if their son was gay or not. I had places to be. I smiled and waved as I got into my car, and headed off home.
I arrived home as my girlfriend was walking in.
"Did you get the listing?"
"Yep"
We went through our nightly routine and headed off to bed. Although both of us only 29, we rarely had sex. In fact, we had sex maybe once every two weeks. After 9 years, the fire was out.
I lay in bed reflecting on the meeting, calculating my commission and thinking of how to properly market the house. I thought of Isabelle for a moment and began to touch myself. I was somewhat limp but I figured she would do the job. My mind wandered as Alex popped into my head. I've never thought of men before, but something about him had my stomach heating up. What was this? I felt myself and I was rock hard, harder than I'd been in years. I panicked and ran to the bathroom to wash my face with cold water. I forced myself to think of Isabelle's curves and her riding me while I ejaculated. I must have been stressed, I was confused but headed back to bed for sleep.
Three weeks later, photography was done and it was time for the first open house. I drove an hour and some change north to the house. It was beginning to snow and asking the way it was heavier and heavier. "Great", I thought out loud as I contemplated cancelling the open house. I decided to push forward as this was an evening commuter open house, perhaps there would be some local agents that show up I could network with.
By the time I arrived the snow was deep and my Range Rover became immediately stuck in the driveway. I walked into the property, vacant as requested. The owners were planning on heading to their vacation home for winter while the process of selling their home was completed. I flipped on the TV to keep track of the blizzard. As I sat on the couch I could just barely make out the sound of music, and worse, the smell of pot.
"Hello?" I called out, standing still to hear an answer. Nothing. I began to follow the sound of music and came to the door of one of many bedrooms. I lightly knocked and, again, nothing. I slowly opened the door to find Alex journaling in his bed. He was laying on his front with his pen tapping his lip, I'm assuming collecting his thoughts as of what to write next. I turned off the music and he quickly turned himself around to see who was there.
"Alex, what are you doing here? I was told everyone would be gone for the winter."
"Nick, I thought they told you? I can't go this week.. I have school work and one last exam." Answered Alex.
"I can't have you here. People could show up any moment to preview the home."
I was upset. One of my conditions of selling a home is the house is to be vacant during showings and open houses. No exceptions.
"I doubt that." Alex smiled.
