I stood outside my arranged meet's front door, waiting for what seemed like a mini eternity before I heard the slow footsteps approaching from inside. I would later realise, with a clearer head, it was only a few seconds on that doorstep, but the butterflies fluttering in my stomach have the effect of stretching out time far beyond that of reality.
"Hey son, c'mon in."
I should clarify, my arranged meet was not my literally father; but based on the horny chats we've had online prior to this first meeting in real life he would take on a role not-that-distant from a dirty dad. John is his name; mid 50's, 5 foot 8 with a large belly and a stocky frame, graying hair but clean shaven. Just my type.
"Good to meet you", he added once I was inside, closing the door behind me. He then offered me his hand for a friendly handshake. "John. But you know that already, hah." I don't know if I should have been surprised, however we did talk at length online about how new I was to meeting men, and I think he was just making sure not to scare me off with over familiarity and a-little-too-friendly hugs. I really appreciated this, so smiling came naturally. I was relaxing. A little, anyway.
"Come on through, I'm just watching videos."
He showed me through to his living room, where he had clearly been comfortable for the day (or perhaps two or three). There was a couch (old and familiar; that comfy, reliable couch everyone should have) with an indent where John's rather sizable frame would evidently sink into every evening. On the arm of the chair sat John's laptop, where I could see something playing on the screen (a pale, bouncing butt by the looks of it) and open chat windows. There was a few plates and empty packets and cans strewn around this mini-fortress, all within arms reach of the indent. There was a clear story being told by this environment; one of comfort approaching sloth, but I didn't get the feeling this space was filthy. The rest of the flat was pretty well-kept, and John himself seemed respectable and pretty well-kept himself.
"Sorry about the mess, I've just been relaxing in this spot since I've had a couple of days off. Thought I'd enjoy it with some me time!"
I laughed and nodded. "Don't worry about it, I do the same!" I said. I took off my jacket and looked around for somewhere to put my things.
"Oh just plop those down wherever you like. Make yourself comfortable."
As I removed my shoes and outdoor clothes, John waddled over to his spot and lowered himself onto the couch with a little grunt.
"You can put the TV on if you like, I'm just gonna finish up a couple of these messages on my computer."
"Oh cool thanks", I responded as I sat down on the other side of the couch, turning on the TV with the remote on the table. I kept it on mute, though, so as not to disturb John. I didn't care what was on, I just did as I was told, to be honest. I made sure to take some deep breaths to myself, as I focused on relaxing. I sank into the couch more as my body calmed itself. As I inhaled, though, I noticed something that pricked my attention. I could smell John. He didn't smell "bad", per se, but he had a musk that I absolutely noticed. It's at this point I should say; I have a total fetish for strong smelling body odours. John knew this, so I suspect he purposefully didn't shower before I came over. Or, at least, not all of himself, anyway.
I looked over to him. He was naturally facing away from me as he typed something out. He did, however, have his feet up on the couch behind himself, in between me and him. His old, worn socks were right there next to me. I think I could smell his feet. My cock twitched. I naturally leaned in a little closer. Nothing too conspicuous, but just enough to stealthily sneak a small sniff of the air around his back and legs.
Mmmmm... he definitely has a masculine, sweaty smell about him. My head tingled with the odour. I looked down at myself and noticed I was getting noticeably hard in my jeans. I had to squirm a little to keep it from getting uncomfortable. I looked back up and John was looking over at me inquisitively.
"You mentioned you like smells so I hope you don't mind I haven't changed these clothes, and may have skipped my morning shower." John said, smiling devilishly.
"Hah, you noticed I was enjoying it?" I asked, sheepishly.
"Ach it's okay you enjoy yourself son." He turned back to the computer, "Like we said before, there is no pressure with this meet, just relax and get used it all. I'm going to do the same."
