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My Dad’s Best Friend

After I had graduated high school, I used to make extra money by
house-sitting for my Dad’s best friend when he and his wife were out of
town. Don was his name. He was an incredibly sexy man. Don was about 6’3″
with huge broad shoulders, a tiny waist and huge hands. He was a long haul
trucker and would be out of town for- a-couple-of- weeks at a time -but-
when he was in town he and his wife would get out of town and I would end
up house sitting feeding the dog and cats.

Don was a handsome guy with red hair and blue eyes and a rich, masculine
voice… Hell, everything about Don was sexy… Especially the way he would
look at me and talk to me. At that time in my life, I didn’t recognize
what cruising was but every time I talked to Don or he spoke to me, I felt
a stirring in my crotch that frankly kind of confused me. I remember one
day on a Saturday when he rode a bicycle over to our house.

My Dad wasn’t
home so Don talked to me outside for an hour or so while I worked on
weeding my Mothers flower garden. I can still remember Don as he sat on his
bicycle and gave me that dreamy stare and kept on talking.

I couldn’t help but notice the incredible bulge in the crotch of his
Levis. His crotch looked like a melon was concealed within the fabric that
was stretched so friggin tight that the seam threatened to let loose.

Too
bad it didn’t. Anyway, this is the first time I have ever told anyone this
secret that I am about to tell so here goes… I don’t remember when it
started or how, but what I do remember is that at some point when I watched
Don’s house I would end up in his bathroom jerking off thinking about Don.

One time it occurred to me that the dirty clothes hamper was against the
opposite wall, and so I opened it and found a pair of Don’s dirty underwear
somewhere in the middle of the pile.

He wore the JC Penny brand of white
cotton briefs. Fuck, I still remember holding his dirty briefs in my
sweaty, trembling hands. I looked at the front of them and there were four
huge cum loads at various places in the front of them- all dried and
crinkly…

I took all my clothes off and put on his underwear and stood in front of a
mirror and looked at myself in them.

Then I sat on the toilet and held his
underwear to my face and smelled them as I jerked off. I still remember the
smell which was kind of like the smell of cotton candy. Of course, I ended
up shooting my load into his underwear and tucked them back under the rest
of his clothes when I was done.

This became a ritual for me every time I was at his house.

I could hardly
wait to wave goodbye to Don and Jackie so I could play with Don’s
underwear. One Saturday night Don called and asked me to come over and
watch the house for the rest of the weekend so they could go to Windover,
Nevada and gamble.

Once they left, I went right to the bathroom to do what I could hardly wait
to do. I stripped down naked and went to the hamper and to my surprise I
found a pair of Don’s underwear right on top of the pile.

What made my
heart pound was that this particular pair was clean EXCEPT that Don had
shot a huge load of cum in the front of this pair. That load was so
fucking fresh that his sperm hadn’t fully absorbed into the material and I
stood there trembling holding his underwear which was a thick, creamy mass.

I remember sitting on the floor and holding the underwear inside out to my
face.

I touched his sperm. It was slimy like mine. I smelled his sperm. It
had a different smell from mine. And finally… I tasted his sperm. Don’s
sperm was the first cum I ever tasted. My dick was so fucking hard as I
sat there mesmerized by his spermy underwear. As his cum was slowly
absorbed into the material, my heated lust overtook me and I buried my face
into the fabric and shot a huge load of my own without even touching
myself.

It was amazing and was the wildest thing that I had ever experienced in my
life to that date. I used his underwear to wipe up my own cummy mess and
put them back on top of the heap where I had found them. They arrived home
early Monday morning and Don gave he gave me a large “tip” for having come
over on short notice. He mentioned that they might go away next weekend
but would let me know.

I counted the days as the next weekend approached and was delighted when
Don called and asked me back again to watch their house and as you might
guess, I couldn’t’ wait for them to leave so I could dash into the bathroom
to check out the hamper. It was at that point that I realized that Don was
aware of my activities. Right on top of the pile of dirty clothes was
another pair of his clean, white underwear with another huge load of cum in
it which was only just beginning to settle into the fabric!

I had a wonderful jack-off scene but this time I didn’t hurry.

I stroked
my cock looking in the mirror. I dug into the clothes basked and found a
few pairs of dirty underwear and laid them at various points on my body. I
could smell Don, tasted his cum and fantasized about him in every
conceivable way.

When I came, I shot my load off so hard that I saw stars for a moment.
Fortunately I was lying down on the cold bathroom floor.

As I laid there
recovering from the intensity of the moment it really sunk into me fully
that Don was aware of what I had been doing. I was kind of embarrassed but
mostly it made me tremble with desire and wanting. Now, I hate to admit
that I was a sneaky k** but I became obsessed with Don so I went into his
bedroom and checked out his drawers for anything else of interest.

It occurred to me to check his travel bag… so I did. And there neatly
tucked into a side pouch was the pair of underwear that I had found last
week and jerked off into! He had saved that pair and had rescued them from
the dirty clothes and secretly hidden them in his travel bag. My head was
swimming and I got a little bit scared.

At that moment, I knew that Don was not only aware of my fetish for him and
his dirty underwear and I then knew that he felt similarly and that there
was a lot more to Don than just being the hunk of hunks and my Dad’s best
friend.


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