It had been 11years since my parents had divorced. My mom, whom I lived with was going thru some financial difficulties and had to post adds about a room for rent in our house. She was initially looking for only one person to rent the room but most of the people who replied were either a couple or an entire family. She finally settled for this young couple with a 4 year old. Walter, the husband was a 6’1 bronzed Salvadorian who worked in construction. His wife, Christina, was about 5’5 more tanned than her husband. Besides the constant bugging of the child to play with him everything was going smoothly. Everyday Walter would come home around 5:20pm with his tool belt still on his waist; his working boots his bright orange shirt and on occasion his vest. On the first few weeks I didn’t think he or his wife were anything special, just 2 regular looking people with a regular lives. As time went by however, I saw him exit the shower after he had come from work. He was wearing nothing but his towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped from his medium sized black hair into his defined chest; the drops would run down his chest to his flat belly and disappear once they reached the towel. He was very smooth but had no razor burns so it was obvious he was naturally smooth. It took me about 3 seconds to take all this and I hadn’t realized that I was standing in front of him, blocking his way and with my mouth almost ajar.

After the first glance of his chiseled chest, flat belly and smooth body I made sure to be home by 5:30 so that I would wait until he was out of the shower just so I’d catch a glance of the god-like man that lived in my house. Everyday I waited and saw him and never did I cease to get amazed at the pure perfection I had once called regular.

The bathroom door was tricky and sometimes didn’t lock and tried to walk in on him but he knew the secret of closing the door and never game me a chance to look at him fully naked. I began talking to him more just to be near him. His presence alone game me a boner regardless of weather he was wearing his work clothes, mesh shorts and a T-shirt or just his towel. I knew I was doing wrong for I desired a man who not only was married but had a son and whose wife had been nothing but kind to me.

At night after seeing him semi-naked, talking to him and stare at the perfection that I knew was under his garments, I would lock myself in my room and jerk-off. I thought nothing would ever happen between him and me, so I settled for the thought of him being with me.

After about 3 months of them living in my house, I came home from work and found his car parked in my usual driveway spot. I took his usual spot and walked into the house. I went to my room changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went to the kitchen. Near the kitchen is our laundry room, and I heard something coming from there. I walked very quietly to make sure that whoever was in there wouldn’t hear me coming. The door was slightly opened and thru the crack I saw Walter shirtless. He was holding a piece of clothing to his face and rubbing his groin thru his jeans with. I stared in disbelief as I realized that he was sniffing MY underwear! I wanted to go over and see what would he do but I was too much of a coward and decided to go back and make some noise to let him know he wasn’t alone in the house anymore. He quickly came out of the laundry room and with a visible hard on even thru his jeans. He was still shirtless. When he saw me poking around the fridge he said: “Hello Bud, you just came from work?”
“Yeah, u?” I replied
“About five minutes or so, my shirt was pretty dirty so I was just leaving it out there. Gonna take a shower no, then maybe we can have a beer.”
“Sure” was all I said and with that he walked into the bathroom with a hand on his dick. I knew what he was about to do, turn the shower on and jerk off till he released his man-seed all over the shower. The thought had me going crazy. I literally ran to my room had my ear next to wall hoping to hear him grunt or moan as he jerked but the shower was to loud and wasn’t able to hear anything.

After that day I would come home straight from work with hopes of catching him jerking off while sniffing my underwear in the laundry room.