I am a forty-five-year-old man, six foot, one hundred eighty pounds and a decent masculine body that I keep in shape by running a few times a week. Over the years, I have had a number of girlfriends and short term relationships and even living together with a couple of them for about six months, but never really felt like settling down into a married routine. I am also bisexual and have on and off played around with a few men and enjoy the freedom to have hot sex without any real ties. By profession, I am an accountant and have my own consulting firm serving small businesses with software to manage their accounting needs.
A few years ago, I bought a small house in the suburbs and moved out of the city. My next-door neighbors Sam and Anne were a couple in their mid-fifties. Sam was a real construction daddy, about six foot, two hundred ten pounds, short salt and pepper cropped hair and a fine medium length beard. I had seen him working bare-chested in his yard and he was as furry as a gorilla, his body covered with a thick mat of salt and pepper hair. I could see that he was strong, but still a real bear with a few extra pounds. A couple of times, while he was outside, I watched him discreetly through the hedge and jacked off.
Over a couple of months, I observed that he was at home most of the time and not been going to work. I met him on the sidewalk and he told me that his wife had been diagnosed with terminal cancer so he had quit his job and was staying at home with her and shortly after that, she died.
After a few months, he knocked on my door and told me that he had gone back to work on small construction jobs and had decided to start up his own company. He wanted to know if I could help him set up an accounting system and I agreed to come over to his house the following day.
When I arrived, he had just come home from work, still in his dirty jeans, sweaty polo shirt and worn work boots. My cock began to react to both the sight of him, his furry arms and the thick tuft of hair sticking out of the collar of his shirt as well as the aroma of his sweat, deodorant and cigarette tobacco. He asked if it would be ok if he took a quick shower and we could get to work.
I sat on the sofa while he was in the shower, glanced over and saw that his workboots and socks were standing by the door. I went over and grabbed a sock and boot and inhaled deeply. I stuck my nose deep into the boot and licked the sweaty, warm leather. My cock was now raging hard.
He came back dressed in tank top and jeans smelling of soap and a manly cologne. We sat at his computer and I went through several accounting options for his new business. It was hard to concentrate sitting beside him as my attention was on his furry arms, shoulders and chest and I could feel his body heat. At one point, I looked into his face and noticed that he had steel blue eyes that contrasted well with his tanned face and salt and pepper beard. My cock was hard and leaking loads of precum.
We agreed that he needed to consider some options and I would come back the following day to discuss further. He invited me for beer on the patio and we sat there and shot the breeze and smoked a couple of cigarettes.
He told me the last few months had been hard to adjust without his wife. He had been carpet-bombed by widowed ladies in the neighborhood bringing pies and casseroles. He said he had also been on a few dates but the ladies were more interested in his wining and dining and that the dates ended with just a polite peck on the cheek. I was raging horny and hoping that something would happen, but I never received even a slight signal that he was interested even though I dropped quite a few hints.
Before I left, I asked him if I could use the bathroom and there I found his laundry hamper. Jackpot! His shirt and underwear had been discarded there. I grabbed them and inhaled as deeply as possible. The pouch of the underwear was stretched out from his sizable package and smelled of his sweat and piss. The back smelled of his sweaty ass. I jacked off and shot a large load of cum onto the pouch of my red underwear. I put my own red underwear in the hamper on top with the cum clearly visible.
The next day, I arrived and we talked of business (as if he had not discovered the underpants) and we set up the accounting system for his business. I asked if I could use the bathroom. I immediately opened the laundry hamper and my heart started to beat at a double rate. Lying on top of the pile was my red underwear with a large fresh load of his cum. I grabbed them and inhaled deeply, enjoying the sharp tangy smell of his cum. I started licking it and savoring the salty, pungent taste. My cock throbbed.