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The Demonstration

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by Little Bear I had known Greg a long time. We had gone to high school together, and after college when I began working at a local bank, I had helped him out with a couple of car loans. So it wasn�t surprising when he called one evening, wanting to come to my place to demonstrate some new get-rich scheme he was working on. Like me, Greg was a hairy little chub, blond and goateed. I thought he was sexy as hell. But I also knew he was straight--he�d been dating the same girl for a couple of years. Still, though, I was aroused just being near him, so I told him to come over the next night and I�d have a look at his new opportunity. The next evening, Greg showed up and gave his demonstration. It was basically a pyramid scheme, so I told him I wasn�t interested. I couldn�t help but notice how good he smelled, though--a combination of aftershave and nervous sweat. The intensity with which he had given his demonstration mixed with his scent had made me horny as hell, and I struggled to hide my growing erection. Greg asked to use my restroom, and I pointed the way for him. After about five minutes, though, I decided I�d better go check on him. I entered the dark hallway and was surprised to see the bathroom door open and the light off. In my bedroom, however, standing in the light, was Greg. He was turned slightly from me, so he didn�t see me in the dark. His jeans were bunched about his ankles. He had dug out a pair of my dirty briefs from the hamper; he had them wadded beneath his nose, breathing through them, smelling them. In his other hand was his short, fat dick; he was pumping it for all it was worth. His eyes were closed in total ecstasy. Suddenly, he wrapped the briefs around his cock and began humping them. I knew he was cumming. He was making low, guttural moans, and I just about blew my load right then. Quietly, I crept back to the living room and waited. After a couple of minutes, I heard the toilet flush, and he returned to the living room, his face glowing red. I noticed he was trembling slightly. �I was getting worried about you,� I said. �Sorry,� he stammered. He looked at the floor. �Constipation.� Somehow, his embarrassment turned me on even more. �Why don�t you call me next week,� I said. �We�ll have lunch and talk about your company.� That cheered him up, and he left with one of my business cards, promising to call me at work. As soon as he was gone, I raced to the bedroom. I found the briefs and unwadded them. His sticky load was still warm. I held it up and smelled the combination of my musky scent and his seed. Tentatively, I tasted the salty bitterness of it. I could stand it no longer. I ripped off my jeans and wrapped the briefs around my cock just as I had seen him do earlier. I slid the cum-slick underwear up and down my pole just a few seconds before I let loose a hot, thick rope of jism. Never had I cum so hard and so long. I was exhausted and spent, though still horny. I couldn�t wait for my lunch date.