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Nathan Jackman slammed the door again. “Can’t they read the sign on the door? This is not a brothel anymore.” He expected his furniture and belongings to arrive, but every man in the area had come to his new house to spend time with the ladies who inhabited the previous whorehouse. He posted the sign two days before to send them away. He bought the foreclosed old house after breaking up with Jacob and his continuous lies. He grew up in Dunsmuir and knew the history of this house and town. His grandmother told him about the building of the railroad, the lumber industry, the Native American Indians and the Chines slaves. Too many men came to his door for the last three days and nights, since he turned on the lights. He wanted a new man but they were all straight.
Nathan went back to the patio and yard behind the house to finish cleaning up the mess left behind.
After four hours in the grueling heat, he shored up the dilapidated fence and piled all the garbage in a pile to haul away later. His body was slick, slimy and hot. Removing his clothes and filling a bucket with cold water, he drenched his neck and chest. The doorbell had not rung to his relief. After the shipment arrived, he would disconnect all the alarms to the doorbell in every room of the house and the backyard.
The young man stuttered, "Yes, I know, but I just wanted to ask a favor."
Nathan took a deep breath, scoping out the appearance of this individual. "No all the women are gone. This is my private residence."
"No, no," he pleaded. "I grew up here. My mother was one of the ladies. She passed away last year. I'd like to take a peek at the life I remember. Please, if you don't mind. I won't bother you again. If I could just look around for some memories?"
Nathan studied the young man. He was cute, dressed in a light bright red windbreaker, opened, and revealing a nicely chiseled, brown haired chest. He was about five foot ten with sun bleached hair and jade colored eyes, glowing an innocence not yet tarnished by heartbreak. His youthful face still had baby fat.
Nathan opened the door. “Sorry. The sign on the door hasn’t deterred the men who used to frequent this house. I’d disconnect the doorbell but I’m expecting my furniture. Come in.”
As Nathan continued to examine the young stranger, his hostility waned and escalated to attraction.
Interrupting his trance the man, stated his name. "I'm Andy Ramsey; my mother was Ana. I had quite an education."
"I bet. I'm Nathan. There's no place to sit. It’s cooler in the living room I have a couple of crates where we can sit."
“That would be the parlor,” Andy corrected his reference.
As they sat and Andy’s eyes scoured the room, Nathan attempted to accommodate Andy. “It’s hot. Would you like a beer?”
“Sure, if it’s not too much trouble.”
Andy related the history of the house.
“So your mother was the madam.” Nathan added, starting to feel his rising primal interest in Andy.
“I was away at college when she became ill. She temporarily shut down the house while she had chemo and radiation. Her hospital expenses took away the house.”
“I’m sorry about your mother. I suppose you want to wander around the house.”
“If it doesn’t bother you. The only rooms I want to see are her bedroom and mine. Hers was the master bedroom upstairs. And mine is off the kitchen. Would you mind looking with me?” Andy hinted.
“I assure this place is not haunted, except the doorbell that rings in every room.
“I’ll show you how to fix that.”
“So this was your mother’s room. I planned this for my bedroom because of the adjoining bathroom.”
“It’s the best room in the house,” Andy added. He smiled. “I think you’ll like it.”
Andy led the path down the stairs to the kitchen to look at his old room. “It wasn’t much, but I had my own bathroom with a shower.”
“This is where I’m sleeping temporarily.” Nathan explained the sleeping bag with pillow set on the floor. He scrutinized more of Andy’s body, hungering to touch him the more they became acquainted.
“Do you have a girlfriend or wife who is going to be living with you?” Andy asked.
As Andy grinned, Nathan felt a twinge of movement between his legs. He has to be gay. “How about you? I’m sure you have good experience females after being raised with all the women.”
“Me?” he laughed. “Hell no. I like men.”
“It seems we have no barriers then.” Nathan smiled for the first time since Andy’s arrival. “It’s hot in here. Why don’t you take off your jacket?” He leaned over, spreading open the sleeping bag.
Andy removed his windbreaker. “May be we should sit down and discuss this further.”
“I certainly agree. But I think we’d be more comfortable without clothes.”
Nathan was not surprised by his own erection but delighted in Andy’s blown up dick, that sought special attention. He grabbed the young man’s shoulders and pressed his mouth with a forceful kiss on his puckered lips. They fell back, groped and licked methodically all their erogenous zones before delving into the lust that drew them together.
The doorbell rang a half hour later. “You know where the shower is.” Nathan slipped up his trousers and answered the door. There the deliveryman stood.