Bill’s Boy

Jake’s Speedo and Scent 

Jake looked around the drowsy Michigan city as he took a break from his job as an office administrator, hoping the sun would warm him back up after hours in the air-conditioned office. He turned 27 last month and reflected with satisfaction on his previous six years working for this advertising firm. He was warmed up after a while because he unconsciously unbuttoned the top button of his navy-blue dress shirt before returning to work. 

At the end of the workday at 4:30, Jake walked out to his car and was greeted with a blast of humid hot air when he opened the door. Sitting in the hot sun all day, the car felt like an oven as he got in. He rolled down the windows and opened two more buttons on his shirt. ‘Man,’ he thought to himself, ‘I’m sweating up a storm here, and it’s barely June!’ He had a somewhat unpleasant drive home in the heat, thanks to the car’s broken A/C. Once he arrived at his one-bedroom apartment, Jake looked in the full-length mirror and realized how much of a mess he was. 

He had forgotten to wear a T-shirt underneath, so his dress shirt was damp with sweat--especially under his arms. He stripped off his clothes and took a shower to cool down. Jake noticed how much his body had changed since college ended, and he was no longer on the swim teams that had been a staple of his life since his freshman year of high school. He was still in decent shape, though, and he could see the outline of his abs that rested underneath his rocklike pecs, and he loved the back of his muscular legs and calves. As he began to slide the soap down his body, he realized how much hairier he had become. 

He no longer waxed because he was no longer on the swim team. While he lathered up his formerly smooth body, he also felt how much his muscles had changed throughout his body over the last year. They were no longer the lean muscle he had built in high school. Instead, they were firm and big from going to the gym three times a week. Jake stepped out of the shower and took a small towel to dry himself. He looked in the bathroom mirror and gazed at his blue eyes, black hair, and soft tanned skin. 

He finished drying off and walked back to his room naked. He flopped down onto his bed, trying to remember if he had any definite plans for the weekend. The only thing that came to mind was that he should visit his dad on Saturday to catch up and see if his father could help fix the car’s A/C. Laying on his back on the bed, Jake caught a whiff of his natural scent from his hairy armpit as he put his right arm behind his head. 

The smell sent him back ten years to when he was sixteen. It reminded him of how his body odor used to smell after he showered off the chlorine from swim meets. He suddenly got up, walked to his dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out his old gray Speedo. “Fuck,” he said. “I wonder if I can still fit into this.” He put one foot through the frayed suit, then the other, and pulled it up past his knees, up his legs, and over his hips. 

Jake couldn’t see from his vantage point how his muscular legs squeezed the Speedo in the rear and how much it indented into the crack of his hairy butt. But he did notice how tight the tattered suit felt on his hips and cock. He looked down and observed how it held his cock and heavy balls. Even soft, his package bulged outward. “I gotta see this,” he muttered, then walked back to the full-length mirror. He began checking himself out in earnest. He suddenly realized just how much of a man he had become. 

He really wasn’t a lean swimmer boy any longer. He placed both his arms behind his head and began inhaling his scent while flexing his biceps. He closed his eyes and started to breathe the remaining musk deeply that his showered missed. His long breaths became heavier, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a Speedo about to burst, trying to contain his now semi-erect cock. As Jake continued to check himself out, he caught a glimpse of his rear and the wide legs and ass that clearly did not fit the Speedo anymore. 

He laid down on the floor, took off the suit, and rubbed it along his asshole before bringing it to his face to enjoy more of his scent. He brushed the old suit over his pecs and down his abs. His left hand strayed down to embrace his throbbing and dripping cock. ‘I haven’t felt this hard in a while,’ he thought. ‘God, my cock is leaking so much precum.’ He slowly pulled on his cock and used his right hand to tug on his balls. 

He touched himself more, and his breath continued to increase in intensity. He loved feeling the Speedo resting on his abs as he constricted them to exhilarate the pulsating sensation of his entirely rock-hard 8-inch cock. ‘Oh, hell yeah,’ he moaned. ‘I wanna milk my cock as hard as I can without jizzing.’ Jake jacked himself vigorously until he felt the rush just starting to approach. He slowed the pace to catch his breath and to release the blissfulness of precum that had leaked from the slit of his cock head. 

He stuck his index and middle fingers into his mouth, salivating all over them before guiding them down to his hole. Jake usually wasn’t into hole play, but he was so worked up that it felt gratifying to tease his hole a little bit. After a little while, Jake stood up. He needed to edge his cock and play with his balls more. He started wishing he had a cute boy on his knees right now to worship him and his cock like he used to do for others back in high school. To watch his mouth open up and swallow as much of Jake’s cock as he could before he grabbed the front of the boy’s neck to feel it stretched around his thick cock. 

As Jake milked his dick more, he tilted his head back, imagining how hot it would be to face fuck a hot young jock boy like he once was. As he got closer and closer to climax, Jake willed himself not to cum. He could feel the precum flowing from his cock, so he licked some off his hand, tasting the pure and viscous hot liquid. The delicious taste pushed him over the top and made him cum violently. He could hear his jizz splatting all over the floor and the mirror. He licked some of the delicious substance off the mirror before he used his old Speedo to wipe the jizz off the floor, relishing in the aroma of his spunk...