Hello! It's been a while since I wrote something. Again, the MC is Connor. If you want to read other stories about my favorite couple Connor and Jack, you can check out my other stories. This story has a lot smell kink in it, so be warned. No piss/scat.
I'm Connor, a 20 year old college student. Even though my body is not all muscular I do work out from time to time. I’m not a tall person- like, 1.80cm-ish. My boyfriend is Jack, he is 23 and he like a huge muscle-bear and we have been together for 3 years. He is 1.92cm, and has a huge muscular body with a little bit of fat. He is like covered in fur, which I love a lot to be honest.
I was halfway through my leg press set, the weight pressing down on my thighs as I pushed up, when I saw Kevin sidle up to Jack. That little twink, all smooth skin and tight shorts, was eyeing my boyfriend like a piece of meat. Jack, my big furry bear, leaned against the squat rack and smiled, introducing himself. I gritted my teeth and focused on the burn in my quads, pretending I didn’t care. Kevin laughed at something Jack said, his hand brushing Jack’s arm. My grip tightened on the machine handles. But then my eyes wandered across the gym floor, past the rows of dumbbells and the mirrors reflecting all that straining flesh, and I found him. The hairy twunk with the thick biceps and the dark patch of sweat blooming under his arms. He was doing cable pulls, his tank top soaked, his muscles bulging. Our eyes met. He held my gaze, a slow grin spreading across his face. I felt a jolt straight to my cock. Shit. I looked away, back to my set, but I couldn’t shake the image of his hairy chest, the trail of hair disappearing into his shorts. I finished my reps and stood up, grabbing my water bottle. Jack was still chatting with Kevin, but I saw the bulge in Jack’s gym shorts. He was hard. He didn’t even try to hide it, just shifted his weight, his thick dick pressing against the fabric. Kevin must have noticed too because he bit his lip. Fuck, this gym was turning into a circus of horny bastards. I was getting hard myself, and not just from watching Kevin flirt with my boyfriend. I wanted the hairy twunk. I wanted to smell his sweat, to bury my face in that thick hairy armpit I’d been staring at all session. I forced myself to move to the leg press again, but every rep felt mechanical, my mind elsewhere. I stole another glance at the hairy twunk, who was now doing pull-ups, his back muscles flexing, his arms raised. The smell of him—sweat, salt, something deeper, like stale cum—seemed to reach me even across the room. His armpit was a wild tangle of dark hair, damp and glistening. I moaned out loud, a low sound I tried to cover with a cough. But the hairy twunk heard. He turned, his eyes locking onto mine, and then he did something that made my blood run hot. He grabbed his crotch, squeezing his thick bulge through his shorts, his eyes fixed on my ass as I bent over the machine. My dick throbbed. I wanted him to fuck me right there, on the gym floor, in front of everyone. Jack was still talking to Kevin, oblivious, his hard-on now tenting his shorts. I didn’t care. I was leaking pre-cum into my briefs, my ass clenching with need. The rest of the workout was a blur. I watched the hairy twunk move, his sweaty body a fucking masterpiece. He caught my eye a few more times, each glance a promise. Finally, Jack came over and said he was done, heading to the showers. I told him I’d stay a few more minutes, my voice steady even though my heart was pounding. He kissed my forehead and walked off, his big bear ass swaying. I waited, counting seconds, until I saw him disappear into the locker room. That’s when the hairy twunk appeared beside me, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body. He smelled like heaven—like a gym that never washed, like male musk and sex. He was taller than me, broader, and up close I could see the damp curls peeking out of his tank top. “Hey,” he said, his voice low and gruff. “I’m Adam. I’ve been watching you all session.” “I know,” I breathed. He lifted his arm, rubbing the back of his neck, and the scent hit me like a drug. His armpit, thick with dark hair, was wet with sweat. I wanted to lick it. I wanted to drown in it. I swayed, my knees weak. Adam smirked, leaned in, and whispered right into my ear, his breath hot and damp. “You want to get fucked? Right now? I’ve used the toilet stalls before. They’re roomy enough.” My brain screamed yes even as my conscience whispered no. Jack was in the shower, just meters away. But Adam’s hand found the small of my back, pressing me forward. I nodded, my mouth dry. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah.” We moved fast, weaving between machines and past the locker room entrance. The showers were in a separate area, tiled and steamy. I peeked in as we passed—two stalls were occupied, and from one I heard moans, rhythmic and wet, a slap of skin. Not the only ones sneaking around, I thought. Adam pulled me into the stall right across from that one. He grabbed my hips, pushed me inside, and slammed the door shut, the bolt clicking loud in the humid air. His body pressed me against the cold tile wall. His mouth was on my neck, teeth scraping, and I could smell everything—his sweat, his breath, the sharp tang of his armpit as he raised his arms to grip the top of the door frame. I was trapped, my face inches from that dark, wet forest of hair. I inhaled deeply, a groan tearing from my throat. “You like that, don’t you, slut?” Adam growled, his pelvis grinding into my ass. I could feel his hard cock through his shorts, thick and heavy. “You been eye-fucking me all day while your man wasn’t looking.” I didn’t answer. I just pressed my nose into his armpit, my tongue darting out to taste the salt and musk. He shuddered, then shoved my head down, making me lick deeper. I was dizzy with lust, my own cock aching, my asshole clenching around nothing. He pulled his hand down, unbuckled his shorts, and I heard the rustle of fabric. Then his hand was on my waistband, yanking my shorts down to my knees. The cold air hit my skin, then his fingers were there, wet with spit, pressing into my crack, finding my hole. “You ready to get bred, Connor?” he whispered, his voice thick. “I’m gonna fuck you raw, fill you with my cum till it drips down your legs.” Outside, water splashed and someone laughed. Jack was just a few feet away, probably soaping his hairy chest. And here I was, bent over in a public toilet, about to get my asshole wrecked by a sweaty stranger.
Adam’s mouth was on mine, wet and demanding. His tongue pushed past my lips, and I tasted his sweat, his salt, his hunger. He kissed me deep, his hand gripping my jaw, tilting my head back. I moaned into his mouth, but he pulled away, his lips trailing down my neck, teeth scraping, tongue licking the sensitive skin. I arched into him, my hands gripping his shoulders, when he shoved two fingers into my mouth. “Shut up,” he growled, his voice a low rumble against my throat. “You gotta be quiet, slut. Your man’s right there.” I sucked his fingers instinctively, the taste of his skin and the faint tang of pre-cum flooding my senses. He pushed them deeper, almost gagging me, while his other hand tore at my gym vest, yanking it up to expose my chest. His mouth latched onto my nipple through the soaked fabric, sucking hard, teeth grazing the nub. I gasped around his fingers, my hips bucking against him. He bit down, a sharp sting that sent electricity straight to my cock. He pulled his fingers out, leaving me panting, and grabbed both my wrists, pinning them above my head against the stall door. I heard him spit, felt the wet splatter on his hand, and then his finger was at my asshole, circling, pressing. I tensed, but he pushed in, one finger, then two, the stretch burning, filling me. I bit my lip to stifle a cry. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Adam whispered, his breath hot on my ear. “You been checking out my armpits all day. So now I’m gonna lick yours. Make it even.” I wanted to protest—my armpits were clean, hairless, nothing like his thick forest—but he ducked his head, and his tongue traced the curve of my underarm. A jolt went through me. He licked again, deeper, his nose pressing into the damp skin, inhaling. Then he bit down gently, his stubble scraping, and I felt my knees buckle. He kept my hands pinned, grinding his hard cock against my ass through his shorts, the fabric rubbing my crack. From across the hallway, the shower moans grew louder, a rhythmic slap of skin and wet grunts. It made everything more urgent, more dirty. I could feel pre-cum leaking from my cock, a steady drip onto the tile floor. “I want to suck your cock,” I breathed, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “Please, Adam. Let me taste it.” He stopped licking my armpit, stood up straight, and looked down at me, a cruel grin on his face. He released my hands and stepped back, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of his shorts. He pulled them down in one swift motion, and his cock sprang free, thick and hard, rising from a jungle of dark, untamed pubic hair. No underwear. Just that massive bush, wild and sweaty, the smell hitting me like a wave—sweat, stale cum, musk. I could see droplets of pre-cum glistening on the tip.
I knelt down, my face hovering inches from his thick, sweaty balls. The smell hit me like a punch—sour, musky, a potent mix of day-old sweat and dried cum. I leaned in, my nose pressing into the coarse hair, inhaling deep. My tongue darted out, tracing the heavy sac, tasting salt and skin. Adam grunted above me, his hands gripping the sides of the toilet seat as he ground his balls against my face, rubbing them over my cheeks, my lips, my nose. “Yeah, that’s it,” he growled. “Don’t wash your face after this. I want your boyfriend to smell my balls when you kiss him.” I moaned in response, my tongue working his perineum, licking up to the base of his cock. He was already slick with pre-cum, a droplet hanging from the tip. He grabbed the back of my head, and without warning, he shoved his cock deep into my throat. I gagged, my eyes watering. The smell of his bush overwhelmed me—wet, unwashed, a forest of hair that clung to my nose and lips. I felt the coarse hairs tickle my nostrils as he held me there, my throat convulsing around his thick shaft. “Breathe through your nose,” he ordered, his voice ragged. “I don’t shower after workouts. Ever. You love the smell, don’t you, you naughty boy? I can feel your tongue working.” I did love it. The musk burned my nostrils, but it made my cock ache. I sucked him, bobbing my head as best I could, but he took control, fucking my mouth like a fleshlight—deep, rough thrusts that choked me, making me drool around his cock. His balls slapped my chin, leaving wet trails of sweat. After a minute, he pulled out, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening tip. “Bend over,” he commanded. I scrambled to my knees, turning around, bracing my hands on the closed toilet lid. He yanked my shorts down to my ankles, exposing my ass. Then he shoved his gym shorts into my face. “Smell ’em. Inhale deep.” I pressed my nose into the fabric—still warm from his body, soaked with sweat and the sour tang of his crotch. I breathed in, my cock leaking onto the tile floor. I heard him spit again, then his finger was back at my hole, pushing in, fucking me hard as I sniffed his shorts. He added a second finger, scissoring me open, my ass clenching around them. “Please,” I whimpered into the shorts. He pulled his fingers out, then I felt his tongue—hot, wet, pressing against my rim. He licked me slowly, teasing, then pushed inside, fucking me with his tongue. A shudder ran through me. His fingers reached around, playing with my leaking pink cock tip, smearing pre-cum over the head. I moaned into the shorts, my hips twitching. “Get up,” he said, pulling away. “Sit on it.” He leaned back on the toilet seat, legs spread, his cock standing tall, wet with my saliva. I turned, straddling him, positioning my ass over his thick shaft. I lowered myself, feeling the head press against my hole. I sank down, inch by inch, the stretch burning, filling me completely. His hands grabbed my hips. “Fuck, yeah,” he hissed. I sat fully, his cock buried deep inside me. He pulled me into a kiss, fierce and deep, his tongue invading my mouth as I started to ride him. I bounced on his lap, my balls slapping against his hairy belly, his cock hitting my prostate with every thrust. He raised his arm, exposing his thick, sweaty armpit. I understood. I buried my face in it, inhaling the rank, animal scent, rubbing my cheek against the wet hair. I was in heaven—his cock fucking me, his armpit smothering me. I felt my own cock grinding against his stomach, leaking pre-cum. A loud clapping sound echoed from the showers. Skin slapping skin, fast and frantic. “They’re about to finish,” Adam grunted, his hips bucking up into me. I laughed breathlessly, my face still pressed into his armpit. Then a loud, familiar moan cut through the air. It sounded like Jack. I froze for a second, but Adam’s armpit was too intoxicating, his cock too deep. I ignored it. “I’m close,” Adam growled. “Faster,” I begged. He gripped my hips and fucked me faster, his thrusts brutal, pounding my ass. My eyes rolled back. The smell, the stretch, his sweat—it was too much. He shoved my head deeper into his armpit, and I came, hot cum spurting onto his vest, his stomach. At the same time, I felt him pulse inside me, filling me with his load, hot and thick. I collapsed against him, breathing hard. His cum dripped out of me as I slowly climbed off. I pulled up my shorts, feeling his seed leak down my thigh. “I’ll make Jack fuck me with your cum,” I whispered. Adam laughed. “Fuck, holy shit, how am I gonna clean this off my vest?” He looked at the white streaks on the fabric. I leaned in and started licking it off, tasting my own cum. He watched, smirking. “Naughty boy. C’mon, let’s go.” We dressed quickly and left the stall. The locker room was quiet now. Kevin stood by the benches, looking messy and exhausted, his hair wet with sweat, his face flushed. I was shocked. “Hey, Kevin,” I said. “Have you seen Jack?” He glanced up, avoiding my eyes. “Yeah, he left about five minutes ago. He’s probably waiting outside for you.” “Oh, okay.” I changed my clothes fast, pulling on fresh shorts and a T-shirt. Adam headed back to the gym floor. I walked out, and sure enough, Jack was leaning against the wall, a towel around his neck. “Hey, babe,” he said, smiling. “How was your workout?” “Good,” I said, my face still smelling of Adam’s balls. “How was your shower?” “Best I ever had,” he said, pulling me into a kiss. His lips tasted faintly of someone else. I kissed him back, my ass still full of Adam’s cum. We walked home, his arm around my shoulder, and I said nothing, but I was really happy to be with him.
So... if you don't get it... Jack was fucking Kevin while Adam was fucking Connor. I'm thinking about writing the Jack's POV, but I think I'll include pissing in his POV as they are in the shower.
