Only Temporary Ch. 05

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.

I thought of Joshua's feet on the coffee table.

How shamelessly he was exposing his soles.

How comfortable he was with being around me, barefoot and merely naked.

He knew that I was a gay man but he let me have a look.

He wanted me to appreciate his fit body.

"Hmmm..."

Another whiff. Another head spin.

I could sense his entire body over me.

I was holding on to the few times I had touched him, for a quick hug, or when I had helped him with his tie.

I got out of my own clothes.

I would wash them too.

I had planned to beat my meat anyway so why not doing it right there, in the laundry room?

Hell, Joshua had told me many times that I should feel right at home!

I had to be comfortable in every single room. Hadn't I?

I was only listening to his instructions.

I got naked.

It was warm outside and hot inside the house, but the floor was tiled and cold so I used Joshua's formal shirts, expensive Ralph Lauren's, to sit on them and then lie down buck naked.

At the same time, I was digging for more treasure in the laundry basket.

Another pair of socks, two gray pair of sweatpants, - I spent a couple minutes inspecting and sniffing the crotch area -, a sleeveless tank top.

Intoxicating.

I found another masterpiece. The dark green compression top that Joshua had used for his jogging a couple days prior.

The thing was literally drenched with sweat. It was sticky as hell.

A taste of paradise.

I had to appreciate this as it rightly deserved.

My nose went through the entire fabric. I even put it inside-out so I could smell both sides.

Uff.

That was top-notch perfume.

Raw, masculine, raunchy... So strong too.

The aroma of Joshua's sweat was now embalming the entire room and driving me even crazier.

I suppose that my own fluids were also filling up the laundry room.

I was naked, rolling around in the clothes.

And at the bottom of the laundry basket. I found the final gem in my quest.

The dirty briefs he had worn the day before!

The tighty whities were waiting for me.

I grabbed them while my dick was about to explode.

I had covered my body with shirts, tank tops, socks and sweat pants, but this was the holy grail.

I pushed everything aside to focus solely on the tiny pair of briefs.

It smelt like Joshua's sweaty balls, like his musky asshole, like his fat dripping cock...

I noticed a tiny stain on the front.

Piss? Precum?

I licked it, achieving my transformation into a horny beast.

I was lost in my trance.

In my fucked-up mind, Joshua was on top of me.

I played with my asshole but I felt like he was the one doing it.

I rubbed his briefs all over my face and I felt like he was smashing his junks against me.

"Hmmm."

I slid a finger in my ass.

Just my index.

It tingled, I gave my cock a few more strokes, and I finally nutted.

It was a huge load.

To be fair, the blast was four days in the making.

Thick and warm ropes of cum flew out of my piss slit and sprayed me as well as all the clothes surrounding me.

The jizz kept coming and it hit me on the chin, the lips, the shoulders, it reached the tiles next to me and the wall behind me.

I was having spams all throughout.

I understood why some men love edging themselves so much, in anticipation for the explosive firework.

I chuckled when my orgasm was over.

I was drenched with cum and it was dripping everywhere on my skin.

I straightened up and I looked at the mess I had made.

Wow... And oopsie!

I had not realized how dirty I had been.

It was complete chaos in the laundry room. My cum had stained most of the clothes spread out on the floor.

I stood up to contemplate my filthy work.

I hoped it would not be the day Joshua came home early from work, because I would have had a hard time explaining this.

I did not feel guilty though.

It had been way too enjoyable to feel any type of wrong way about this experience.

Once again, I rationalized.

Those clothes needed cleaning anyway and it was a good method to act on my fantasies without actually making it weird with Joshua.

It would remain my dirty secret.

I needed a shower, but first, I needed to clean that mess.

I finally put the clothes in the washer and I checked if there was any droplet of cum hanging anywhere on the wall.

The problem was, I was still leaking myself and creating more mess.

I started the washing machine, made sure most of the filth was wiped off, and went to the bathroom.

For the first time, I walked through the house naked.

It was a freeing feeling.

I did the exact opposite of what I had done before and carefully avoided looking at Joshua and Jennifer's pictures.

Let's not ruin this moment of bliss.

Since it was only 6 p. m., I decided to take a bath.

It was the right option. The tub was huge, the warm water was washing away my sins, and I could fully relax.

One thing that ejaculating had definitely helped with was making me feel much more clearheaded.

I got out of the bath after nearly thirty minutes, wrapped myself in a towel, and I returned to the laundry room to finish cleaning the mess.

When it was done, I put on my blue Calvin Klein boxers, - I had not forgotten what Joshua had told me about not wearing too much clothing around the house -, and prepared dinner.

I opted for chicken that evening.

When Joshua came back around 8 p. m., the clothes were already in the drier and the dinner was almost ready.

"You treat me too good, man. That's dangerous, I'm gonna want you to be there all the time."

"For what? To be your personal maid?"

"Why not?"

I bit my lip.

"What would Jennifer think about that?"

"She'd probably be happy. We wouldn't have any reason to fight over the chores around the house."

He was not wearing a tie that evening but he looked handsome nonetheless.

Just like the day before, he stripped a couple of minutes after having walked inside the house.

I was only in my underwear but I could watch the show without sporting an immediate and obvious erection.

See, that jerk off session had truly been helpful!

For once, I could actually hold a normal conversation despite having Joshua wandering around in his tight briefs before my eyes.

Better than that, we actually watched sports together on the couch.

And by that, I mean that he was watching American football when I was watching him...

Like always, he was resting his feet on the coffee table and mindlessly feeling his junks.

We were sitting side by side on the sofa for the first time.

It would be lying to say that I did not feel all fuzzy inside, but I controlled myself and my raging cock.

It was worth it, before the end of the game, I felt Joshua's head slowly sliding towards me until it fell on my shoulder.

The hunk was falling asleep.

He did not have his hand on his black briefs but, for the life of me, I could swear that his bulge was getting fuller by the minute, as if he was getting hard in his sleep.

The football game was over.

It had been a boring match, even by Joshua's standards when he talked to me about it the next day, but the content I was personally watching was riveting.

I did not do anything.

I did not put my hand on his chest, I did not lean over to slurp on his nipples or feel his dick hardening in my mouth.

I stayed still but I enjoyed every second.

Joshua, his head lying comfortably on my shoulder, began to snore.

I felt his breathing on my bare chest.

Did he realize how close we were in that instant? We looked like a couple.

Unfortunately, it did not last for long.

Joshua did not fall deeply asleep. He woke up rather quickly, yawned and straightened up.

To make it less awkward, I pretended that I had been semi-asleep myself, shutting my eyes.

He squeezed my thigh.

It incidentally sent sparks in my belly.

"Wakey, wakey."

I played the part of a guy waking up, I was a mediocre actor.

"Hey, Josh."

"Hey, Justin. I think we're falling asleep. The game is over. We'd better go to bed."

"Damn. You're right. What time is it?"

"Eleven."

I held onto his own thigh to help me stand up.

He did not react.

He stretched his arms in the air, - God, that live whiff of his pits was everything! -, and he stood up as well.

"I'll go upstairs then. Good night, Justin."

"Yeah... Good night, Josh."

His semi was still there, definitely bulging in his briefs.

What a temptation he was.

I glanced at his bum disappearing in the stairs as I walked to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of tap water.

Sorry, Jennifer, your husband was too damn delicious to ignore.