Fetish For The Ripe

This is a true story of how I met a guy who had a fetish for ripe bodies. I was in my early late 40's, 6', 1", 190 lbs, reasonably hairy with a buzz cut and a short beard. At the time I was married, active in the bedroom with the wife, but always looking for some man-to-man action.

I have a good friend who is a gay bear and we have played around quite a bit over the years. Every once in a while, I would accompany him to a couple of gay bear bars and enjoy the atmosphere. At one of the bars, there was a hot bartender named Anton who was about 6', 2" and 200 lbs. He was probably around the same age as me, with a salt and pepper buzz cut and a nice goatee. He was very friendly and always took time to shoot the breeze with us.

One afternoon at work, I was very horny and looking on the internet for a quick hook-up on my way home. Fortunately, I found one, right on the way home and we agreed to a quick mutual blow as he also had limited time. He told me that we could only play in the entry way as his husband had cameras installed around the house, but not pointed there.

When I arrived, the anonymous and turned out to be Anton. He could recognize me, but couldn't remember any details. We were soon out of our clothes, tongue kissing and carrying on some hot nipple play. He went down on his knees and started sucking and licking my cock. As soon as I had a good hardon, I got down and we sucked each other in a sixty-nine position where he was rimming my hole as I deepthroated his cock. While he was freshly showered, I detected a musky, manly scent and realized it was coming from his underwear that was on the floor beside me.

I quickly picked up the underwear and inhaled deeply. The pouch had a masculine soapy scent with a strong scent of dick and ball sweat. The back clearly smelled of his manly ass. Fuck! I was flying high!

He saw his underwear in my hand and grabbed mine which had also been discarded on the floor. He inhaled deeply and told me he had a fetish for the ripe smell of a man. We sat there inhaling each other's underwear and jacking off. I took the pouch of his underwear in my mouth and savored the flavor. We resumed our sixty-nine with each other's underwear under our noses and both exploded our loads.

The next time I brought him a pair of my underwear I had worn for a couple of days, which were on their way to being ripe. He loved this and asked me if I would hold off showering until our next meeting in four days and to wear the same underwear the whole time. I wasn't sure I could actually do this, but promised to try. After two days, I was damn ripe. I had also jacked off a few times and only wiped with a paper towel. After three days, even when I just opened my pants to take a piss, I could smell a rank odor. At work I had to keep my suit jacket on all the time and use a lot of cologne and deodorant as my pits were ripe as well. My hole was quite tender from the lack of soap and water. Fortunately no one seemed to notice.

Finally the fourth day arrived and I didn't believe that anyone would be interested in that nasty, rank smell. I texted him that I had complied and he sent me an emoji of a pig face. He met me at the door naked with a hardon and tore my clothes off. He went directly for my pits and licked and sucked them until there was no more scent. He then went down on my cock and balls. He was moaning, "Fuck ya" the whole time.

I got down on my haunches and he put his head in the crack of my buttocks and was greedily licking my ass. I was facing his dick so I was wanking his rock-hard, throbbing cock. When his tongue touched my sensitive hole, I amost jumped through the ceiling, but soon enjoyed his tongue fucking me. He took over pumping his cock and I wanked myself while he munched my hole. We soon both shot our loads with an explosive intensity. His cum splashed onto my face and beard and I licked it and sucked it down greedily. Damn, what a hot session! It was a great experience with one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had.

He wanted me to do it again, but four days without a shower was too much. We compromised that on the days that we met, I would be less rigorous in wiping my ass. I learned that the less stringent I was, the happier he was.

We had a lot of good sessions after that until his husband, who was a professional, got a job in another city and they moved away.