Justin is offered a temporary consultant mission to help a large marketing firm lower its environmental impact. It is meant to be a couple of months (bullshit) job and he has no expectation over it... Until Joshua, a former college classmate, suggests he moves into his suburban house for the time of the mission.
ONLY TEMPORARY
Chapter 5: Dirty Briefs
Eventually, I pulled myself together and we were able to have a normal dinner.
That is, I did not completely lose my mind and suddenly jump on Joshua.
I behaved.
I was chatting about work; I was filling his glass of wine; I did not show how much he was turning me on.
That being said, the man was really trying me!
After eating his burger, Joshua collapsed on the couch, his favorite place to chill before bed.
Only dressed in his tighty whities, he was quite alluring.
Just like last time, he put his feet up on the coffee table and after a while, he started scratching his balls.
Although, it looked more like he was just holding his massive nuts, his hand resting in the warmth of his briefs.
God, I wished it was my own hand...
But that was not all.
Joshua also casually bent his left arm behind his head.
It was a double threat: the bulge and the pits.
Or I could have said triple or quadruple threat, his pecs and nipples were on display as well as his abs and hairy legs.
While he was relaxing, I was busy with what had become my new role in the household.
I cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes, only occasionally checking to see what Joshua was up to in the living room.
Would he have been as comfortable if I had been sitting right next to him on the couch?
I thought that he would have.
He did not seem bothered with much.
He was already closing his eyes.
I could lurk longer.
His hand stayed firmly in his tiny underwear, but sometimes, he would move it slightly and I could catch a glimpse of his pubic hair or even some flesh.
Was it foreskin?
I was desperate for a peek at this point.
I had decided to make a move, which, in this case, only meant sitting down next to Joshua, when his phone rang.
Joshua had left his phone in the kitchen so I was closer to answer it.
It really killed the mood, especially when I saw the caller's name.
"Jennifer <3"
Not only the call woke Joshua up, but it snapped me back to reality.
The man was married, what the fuck was I doing?
I felt bad.
I did not even know Jennifer and she had agreed for me to stay in her own house for free... And how was I thanking her?
By checking out her husband and designing strategies to see more of his (generous) anatomy.
"Who's that?" Joshua said, coming behind me.
He saw me looking at his phone.
"Your wife."
"Oh. Let me take that."
I moved away so he could grab his phone.
I swear I did not mean to look at his dick this time around, but it was very much in the way, right under my nose.
While he was massaging his junks, Joshua's cock had definitely grown into a fat semi.
His tight briefs had never looked so full and, up-close, I could see the shape of his penis very clearly.
It looked heavy as fuck.
"Hi, Jen. How are you?"
Joshua smiled at me and walked to his office behind the kitchen to have some intimacy while he was talking with his wife.
It was quite literally a "wake-up call" for me.
What was I hoping for?
I had to stop thirsting over Joshua that much and get a grip.
To that end, I decided to go at it the hard way. I went upstairs, quickly brushed my teeth and I locked myself in my room.
No door semi-opened.
No temptation.
No more wishful thinking.
Well, at least for now.
Jennifer's intervention had finally subdued my hard-on, and considering how horny I was before, it was a real accomplishment.
In my mind, I sneakily nicknamed her Boner Killer.
I truly was an ass.
About thirty minutes later, I heard Joshua coming upstairs.
He went to the bathroom for a shower, - he did not stay very long -, and then, I heard his steps walking in the corridor to his bedroom.
I bet that he was naked.
Just like that, my erection came back and I fell asleep with a stiffed dick between my legs.
*
No need to pretend, my resolution to be a better man did not last very long.
I did try though.
The next morning, when Joshua returned from his run shirtless, in his revealing gray sweatpants, I barely took a look at his crotch and I moved on with my day.
Joshua did not seem to notice anything different.
I was certain that he knew how horned-up he was making me feel, but he did not show it.
He was just his casual self, as always, very thankful for the breakfast I had made and for how I was helping him around the house.
It was my way of paying him, in kind.
The second day at work was rather uneventful and it was very similar to the first one, only, I was even more bored.
I searched for anything they were doing to turn it into a positive action for the environment.
The list was fairly short.
I was literally doing the opposite than what I was supposed to achieve.
I had accepted my fate though. I was a hypocrite giving up on my morals and values for some good money and eye candy.
On the plus side, my good impression of Rafael remained.
He always had something funny to say, especially when he started sharing some of his dating anecdotes.
He was openly dating someone who he referred to as a sugar daddy.
"But you don't need a sugar daddy. You're working, you have a career." I pointed out.
"Justin, I don't have the means to go to Greece whenever I please. Adam does! And he's happy to invite me."
I rolled my eyes.
"You wouldn't like to go to Greece with a guy your own age instead?"
"What for? Have you met Gen Z? They're the worst! And just because he's older, that doesn't mean he doesn't look good or that he isn't cool."
"Fair enough."
He showed me a few pictures of Adam, and indeed, the 42 years-old business man looked handsome, especially in his bathing suits.
I understood why Rafael was so attracted by Joshua.
His "sugar daddy" was not so different, although, my housemate did look ten times hotter.
"See! Why would I say no to a guy like that who wants to treat me well?"
"I'm not judging you. I swear. As long as you're both happy and having fun."
"Trust me, we are! And just so you know, he's pretty open-minded to having me date other people when he's traveling abroad for his work."
Rafael's cheeky smile was baffling.
For a minute there, I even considered this as an invitation.
I mean, I was ten years older than him, I was potentially his style.
The offer was tempting, - especially given my general state of horniness -, but I would not mix work with pleasure. It was way too complicated and my life was already messy enough as it was.
Just like the previous day, I came back from work way before Joshua did.
I retrieved my role of perfect housewife, or rather househusband.
I thought that maybe, I could have a sugar daddy too.
A sexy general counsel who would treat me well in exchange of having me doing some house chores and helping him release some of the tension from his stressful job...
Hmmm...
I forced myself to look at Joshua and Jennifer's wedding pictures in the living room to get my shit together.
I know, if I had to go to this length to stop my mind from imagining things, it meant that I was already too far gone.
Anyway, I decided to do the laundry and I thought that I would get to finally jerk off and cum while the machine would be running.
I would not make the same mistakes of waiting for Joshua to be back meaning that I needed to take care of my blue balls asap.
Not having blown a load in a few days was definitely a factor in the fact that I was seeing sexual hints everywhere.
Even when doing the laundry, I was distracted.
It was fine when I put my own clothes in the washer but things got (again, quite literally) dirty when I grabbed Joshua's clothes.
The pair of pants was fine but starting with the shirt, I got a bit naughty.
I smelt it innocently at first, I recognized the perfume he was wearing but more importantly, I detected his natural scent.
I had to take another good sniff to make sure.
Yes, definitely, it was his raw smell lingering on the fabric!
It turned out that when I smelt the area which was most in contact with his sweaty armpits, the odor was even stronger.
And in this case, stronger meant better.
I popped a hard on while I started acting like a dog, sniffing around.
I put the blue shirt aside, and went for the other one in the basket. The white shirt.
I took another whiff.
"Aaaah..."
In fact, I smothered myself in the shirt to feel Joshua's intoxicating presence all over me.
I had always had a kink for certain clothes, for certain parts of the male body, armpits, feet, nipples, asshole and cock of course. Sweat and men's natural stench were getting me going.
I do strongly believe that despite the thousand years of civilization, we are not so different from our pre-historic ancestors and no more so than the animals around us.
I pulled out my cock and I started stroking while taking another whiff off Joshua's clothes.
I was not thinking, I was just listening to my most primal urges.
It was not like actually feeling him up, but it was close enough.
I could rationalize my behavior too.
I was not hurting anyone; it was the definition of having harmless fun.
Although, quickly enough, the pits and furry chest's scent was no longer enough.
I found more interesting items to play with.
I grabbed a pair of socks, they were supposed to be white but they had turned a dark shade of gray, and I inhaled them to the fullest.
What a pig I was!
In my frenzy, I wrapped one around my hand and used it to stroke my fully hard cock.
Precum started dripping on the sock but who cared? I was about to wash them anyway.
