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by Dominick I'm 40 and a bit of bear-hairy body, fairly beefy, not much hair on top but a goatee and stache: you get the idea. I live in Boston. Housing is tough to find here, so when some old friends of mine mentioned their son was moving to the city for graduate school and looking for an apartment, I offered a room to him while he hunted. I remembered Ben as being a nice kid, and I had the room to spare. When Ben showed up, I was a bit surprised to find him a good-looking 20 year old, just out of college. Very short brown hair, clean-shaven, not tall but with the lean and broad-shouldered college. Very short brown hair, clean-shaven, not tall but with the lean and broad-shouldered look of a jock with a pair of killer light blue eyes. He was certainly not my type of guy-even when I was his age I was thinking about older men, real furry muscular dad-types-but I can appreciate looking at a handsome man of any age, and having a little eye-candy living in my apartment for a few days was definitely no hardship. I didn't see much of Ben for the first day or two. I was off at work, and he was tearing around town looking at one overpriced dive after another. On Saturday morning, though, I came back home from a run and heard the shower so knew Ben was still there. I was dripping with sweat, peeled off my t-shirt, and ducked into the spare room to get a towel out of the closet there. Ben had made himself at home-his clothes and shoes seemed to be all over the place-and as I grabbed my towel and was turning to leave, my eye was caught by something just under the bed. I leaned down and pulled out a pair of boxer shorts. I'll confess right up front that sniffing a man's underwear is a bit of a fetish of mine. I could still hear the shower running, so I started to bring the boxers up to my nose and get a good whiff when I suddenly noticed they were all wet-covered in a load of warm fresh fragrant jizz. Ben must have just been jerking off before I got in and cleaned himself up with the boxers. I almost keeled over, my pulse started racing, and, before I could even think about it, I brought those boxers up to my lips, sniffed and rubbed them all over my face, and licked up as much of that rich spoodge as I could. I love a man's cum-next to good coffee, it's my favorite thing to put in my mouth. I can never get enough of it-mine or anybody else's--and the thought of eating this young stud's fresh load just made me wild. The run had made me sort of horny anyway, but I realized now I had a raging hardon, my dick was straining inside my jock, my running shorts were tenting up-and the sound of the shower had just stopped. I hustled back into my own bedroom, shut the door, and barely had time to strip off my clothes and throw myself down on the bed before I lost control of my cock entirely. I've got a good sturdy 6 inches on me and a pair of large and hairy nuts, and like any guy I'll jerk myself off whenever the opportunity arises. But the intensity of what I was feeling at that moment was hard to believe. My cock was red, standing out straight and stiff like a board, and it seemed to be dripping precum everywhere. I put out a lot of pre anyway-usually never need to use lube-and love the taste. The smell and tang of Ben's jizz was still in my mouth and goatee, and I slid my hand once down my slick pole and then just exploded. I don't usually shoot far when I come but I sure did this time: hot jets of mancream came jolting out of my dick, shooting far up on my hairy chest and belly. I couldn't tell you how many shots I did, but it seemed like a couple of minutes before my aching cock finally stopped spurting, leaving just some last drops trickling out. My chest was covered in a steaming stream of cum. It had been a long time since I'd had an orgasm like that. Never one to waste a load (we recycle just about everything in this town), I started taking my jizz in my hand and bringing it up to my lips and tongue, licking my hand clean until I'd gotten it all, swirling it around in my mouth, mixing it with the taste of Ben's load. It was a fucking unbelievable feeling. I went through the next few days in a horny haze. I would run into Ben occasionally and had trouble looking him straight in the eye and carrying on anything like a normal conversation with him. I suddenly couldn't help thinking about his tight little body, wanting to touch him, really wanting to put my hands on his sweet taut butt, spread his cheeks and eat him out for dinner. I started thinking about his cock--was he big, small, thick, average, cut, uncut but it was the thought of that load of spunk in his boxers that was giving me a near-constant erection. Ben was out a lot, still looking for a halfway decent apartment he could afford, and I found myself checking out his room. There were usually some of his boxers on the floor or under the bed, and they all seemed to be stiff with cum. The sheets on his bed had a giveaway stain too. Ben must have been jerking off two or three times a day to shoot so much. The thought of all that young stallion's spoodge boiling out of his balls every day was driving me crazy. I seemed to be dripping precum in my own shorts all the time and had to keep jerking off myself. As I said, Ben wasn't my type, but I'm a guy and I couldn't help thinking about him. One morning, I ran into him as I was headed out the door, and he had just gotten out of bed. He was wearing another pair of those boxers and I could see the thin line of dark hair running down the center of his chest. He had really fine erect nipples and what looked like plenty to play with hanging free inside the boxers. Ben gave me a sleepy-looking half-smile and said, "Enjoy the day." I fled and had to lock myself in a bathroom stall as soon as I got to work. I sat there, picturing myself chewing on his hard nipples, kissing him deep, working my lips and tongue all over those loaded balls. My butthole was pulsing, and I fantasized about Ben royally plowing me, filling up my ass with load after load of his steaming cream. My orgasm was a moaning shuddering ball-blowing fuckfest, and you could probably smell my cum on my breath all that day. The whole strange situation an incredible constant turn-on. End of part 1