The shafts of light that shone on his biceps were obscured by a fairly gruff man sitting down above us. Miles locked eyes with me and dropped his voice to a whisper.
“What parts do you wanna take? I kinda want his feet.”
“Uh, I didn’t know we were splitting it up. Last time my,” I chose my words carefully. “... coworker, and I just traded off.”
“Nah, that’s not efficient. Better to split the labor. I’ll take his feet and his pits; I figured out a pretty good rhythm yesterday. You can take his ass, balls, and cock.”
I felt a little swept up in all of it, but Miles jumped into the small alcove and got to work. I began to work up saliva in my throat. I leveled my gaze with the guy’s ass; he was a younger guy, plush and soft. His separated cheeks revealed a smattering of short hair around his tight hole. I leaned in and breathed my first butt of the day. He was musky in an ordinary way. It was almost sweet. I licked my lips and started to make out with the man’s wide ass. I licked up and down his trench, leaving trails of sticky cleansing saliva.
I wheeled around to see his tight, hairless ball sack and chubby dick. I lapped at his balls, sucking them into my mouth and swirling them with my tongue. I pulled off to lick at the creases between his legs and sack. His sweat was mild, and I enjoyed licking his package all over.
I noticed Miles moving from below me to behind. I felt the mat under me depress as he shifted in the chamber, and a second later the wave of heat from his body hit my nostrils and I found myself throating the man’s thick chode as his funk flooded my senses.
I finished cleaning the man’s dick and popped off the head. His cock was a bit harder, but it was clear he wasn’t interested in a blowjob. I leaned back, peering around the man and saw the columns of Miles’ legs. My view was cut off at his belly button, so I could clearly see him touching himself. The walnut mound of pubes climbed up around his cock, shaking with the ferocity of his stroke.
Seconds later, the man above me lifted himself up. Miles was right—this was definitely quicker. Miles stooped back down, one hand still grasped around his cock. He slowed his hand as he sat next to me, but didn’t stop.
“So how does a guy who’s never engaged in manstink before jump to sniffing random dudes’ butts for a living?”
“I mean, I kind of engaged in it. I’d wear the same underwear or shirts repeatedly, sniffing them while I jerked off. And porn. Lots of porn.” As I was saying this, it occurred to me that I might bring up the blinking red light.
“Hey, when you watch porn, do you ever feel like you’re being watched?”
“Uh, I think you might be paranoid man.”
“Seriously, I caught my webcam recording me last night. I saw their remote access and everything.”
“And you were watching porn when it happened?”
“Yeah.”
“You didn’t just leave your webcam on?”
“No, I checked.”
“Huh. Well I don’t think anyone would be interested in the kind of porn I watch. It’s all guys being filthy, getting down to their primal urges. Pits and ass and feet galore.”
Pits and ass and feet. These were all search terms I’d typed in myself over the last few months.
“Me too. I just thought, maybe, someone was spying on Vettera employees.”
“What would someone hope to gain from hacking into our porn history? I mean, its not exactly hard to guess that I’m into sniffing ass. Look at where we are! I’m thinking maybe you’ve got some internalized shame around your kinky desires.”
“I’m not ashamed. I’m right here with you in this jock-stink box.”
“Sorry, not ashamed. But if you’ve mostly engaged in this online, jerking off in your room alone, it’s possible that you haven’t normalized it to yourself. Like, as much as I kid, this isn’t some perverted, sinful desire. It’s an intricacy of male sexuality that you and I and plenty of other guys can resonate with.”
“I guess… but what if I kind of like how taboo it is? The fact that these jocks would never let me so much as touch them under normal circumstances, but now I’m here being used for cleaning… that’s hot to me.”
“It’s hot to me too! But it doesn’t mean you have to buy into their ideas that what you’re doing is wrong. What’s great about this job is that a gymbro and I can both get what we need; I get to sniff ass and he gets his gains without any fear of dick-rash. What we’re doing here is good. We’re just channeling our desires into a job.”
“But… the fact that we like it. Doesn’t that make them superior?”
“Fuck no! Day to day, those guys are losers. Here, we’re not burdened with the entire personhood of these straight guys. We can just appreciate the brief interaction we get with an anonymous ass. Ordinarily, they’re nobodies. Here, because it makes us hard, we treat them like kings.”
“So you really don’t think someone would want to know about our secret desires?”
“Not really. Unless there was a mega-homophobe who just decided to draw the line at dicksniffing. Like they’re going to say ‘it was fine when they were just sucking them, but sniffing? That’s a step too far.’”
“Yeah, I guess I can’t really think of a reason.” Miles was comforted by my admission, but it did nothing but disturb me further. Because there was someone watching me. It wasn’t paranoia or internalized shame, and I was meeting up with someone who knew more. I decided that I shouldn’t be persistent with Miles, as he had already made up his mind.
“You just gotta let loose a little. Here, how about the next guy who sits down, let yourself really sit with his smell. As long as you want, just take it in.”
“Well, we’re not here to indulge, we’re here to clean these guys.”
“Are you sure? Sanitization is why they’re here. Why are *you* here?”
I thought for a moment before replying. “I’m here to sniff guys and get off.”
Miles beamed. “See, doesn’t that feel good to admit?”
Just then, another round ass sat on the shower above us.
“And here’s the perfect opportunity to prove it,” he whispered. He didn’t move into the small foot worship cubby, instead just watching me as I leaned into the man’s crack. I tilted my head upwards, pressing my lips to his rim. He was sweaty and his skin radiated heat. He’d taken a pair of clippers to the globes of his ass, but the hair nestled between them were untouched. He’d probably been afraid of some very intimate cuts.
I sniffed. His musk was subtle but manly, like you might catch in the air after a jock walks past. I stuck my tongue out to start bathing him, but Miles tapped my leg. Opening one eye, I saw that he was shaking his head. “Longer,” he whispered.
I redirected my attention to the tight rim of muscle. I probed with my nose, drinking in the faint scent of his ass. I sniffed around the hole, letting myself get lost in the musky jock. I sniffed up his crack, savoring the hairy patch of skin. As I sniffed further, I found the intensity and complexity of the musk was enriched.
Finally, I stretched my tongue out and painted the man’s furry trench. He tasted so good, complimenting his soft scent nicely. I opened his hole slightly with my tongue, tasting the red membrane of his guts. It was organic— clean, yet earthy. I continued to press my tongue inside, widening his rim slightly. I pulled back to admire the spit-slick, slightly less tight hole.
“Sniff it again, it smells better after you eat them out.”
I shot Miles a glance, but I leaned back in to sniff at the pink opening.
Woah. He was much muskier now, some of his scent loosened from my prying. I breathed in an ass that was fiercely masculine. I moaned silently, picking up the notes of fresh saliva and spice. I played with his hole, using my nose to pull it apart and then running my plump lips over his hairy tightness.
I swung around to the guy’s cock. As I did so, Miles broke his stare and moved to clean the man’s feet. I leaned in, greeting the circumcised tip. He was entirely flaccid, apparently unmoved by my pleasuring touch. His bush was shaved as well as his balls; they were especially round in his naked, dark brown sack. I built up saliva in my mouth but in the meantime I took a deep whiff of his dick. He was circumcised, so no powerful flavors. Even still, the smell of clean cock held a masculine fragrance that compelled me. I was about to throat his cock, but I remembered what Miles and I had discussed. I moved below, staring at the man’s slack scrotum. I sniffed. The smell of his balls was the strongest I’d had today, save Miles’ secondhand musk.
I sniffed under his ballsack, around the side to the front (where I had to nudge his soft dick out of the way) and back again. Each inch was slightly different, but all united by the base smell of his B.O.
I found myself jacking my own cock as I was taking in the amazing scent of him. I heard Miles scrambling behind me, registering his scent a second later, but I didn’t care if he was watching or not. Miles was right, I loved the smell and taste of a guy and that’s what kept me here. I’d had my fill of this guy’s musky balls, so I began to bathe his crotch in my saliva. Holding his limp dick in my mouth, I could feel the guy’s heart beating. I savored the taste of him, adding a couple licks to his head. I dropped down and coated his balls, admiring the shiny appearance.
At last, this guy’s servicing had ended. With no ceremony he stood and left.
“Fuck,” I said as Miles dropped back down. “You were right. I loved his smell, even though he wasn’t funky.”
“Yeah, he was pretty clean. But once you learn how to search for and appreciate the smaller smells, you realize every guy has that trademark beautiful stink,” he commented as he lifted his left arm to give his pit a deep sniff.
“I’m just glad that guy didn’t stink like you do,” I smirked.
“Whatever bro. You know you like it,” he ribbed.
The morning proceeded much in the same way: enjoying manstink and chatting with Miles. During down time, we passed Dave’s underwear back and forth between us. By mid-morning, the musky crotch of the briefs was already starting to fade. As for the other smells in the chamber, Miles was ripe as can be. I’d grown noseblind to his background stink, but as we talked I’d catch a whiff of his balls and flinch. He laughed at me, amused by my reaction to his lifelong pursuit of smelling ripe. We switched positions around 9 am so that I was licking feet and pits.
I was relishing in the scents, almost always exceeding the recommended minimum time to disinfect the jocks. Their pits were classically conditioning my dick to the smell. I found myself surprisingly enjoying their feet. One set was nimble, the tendons forming strong ridges running down the bridge. Others were large and heavily padded, their skin thick and smooth on the heel. The smells were not as strong on their feet, but the allure of the sensations was powerful.
Miles and I had hit a pretty good rhythm. As the day went on, the number of guys surged. We were still enjoying yourselves, frequently but had to pick up the pace.
After a short lull in which Miles and I continued to leak precum and play with our cocks, I saw another man sit down overhead. His skin was pale with long, dark, curly hairs covering every inch of his body. They hung off him like a coat of fur. The dark ink of a tattoo peaked through the forrest of hair across one of his asscheeks, snaking further up his torso. I picked myself up, intending to jump down into the foot cubby, when the pure smell of the man’s body overpowered me. It hit me like a punch to the face. I backed away instinctually at the extreme funk.
Miles, next to me, laughed at my recoil, before sniffing the air himself. He sighed loudly at the aroma and mused, “Mmmm, shit, that’s gotta be fuckin’ Axel!”
The man shifted in the shower, like he was bending forward to speak. “Yo Miles, how’s it hanging? Figured I’d pay you a visit you at work.”
“Fuck, bro, it’s a real treat.” Miles thrust his face into Axel’s ass and overdramatically snorted. I was still a little taken aback by Axel’s stench, but my mind was catching up now. I was surprised that Miles was able to identify this guy by smell alone. It all kind of blended together for me.
“Friend of yours?”
“Oh shit,” Axel dropped his voice. “Sorry man, didn’t know there was more than one of ya. I reek, haven’t showered since Friday,” Axel said. “Then again, if you’re anything like Miles, that’s music to your ears.”
“He’s not quite as piggy as I am,” Miles commented. “But we’re working on it, aren’t we Tyson?”
I heard my name, but found myself struggling to respond. After a beat, Miles leaned in, his musk stronger now. He whispered, “It’s ok, Axel is safe. He loves working up a good musk too.”
“... yeah, I’m on my way,” I piped up. “But Miles is still a bit much for me.”
“You’re not alone in that. I’m not one to talk though, I feel particularly stinky today. Hope you can enjoy.”
“Axel comes to my weekly Friday gatherings. He loves going to the gym all week before unwinding at my place. That’s why he only showers on Saturdays. After all the,” Miles licked up Axel’s hairy asscrack, “fun.”
“Hey, aren’t you guys supposed to be doing something down there?” Axel jeered.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, you can wait a minute,” Miles said as he leveled his gaze with Axel’s hole. “Here, Tyson, get in here. His ass is so hairy it amazes me.”
I let Miles pull me closer by the wrist, but he saw how I winced as I got closer.
“Here, new plan,” Miles appended. “You stay here and admire his ass. Work yourself up to licking. If you still can’t do it by the time I’m done with his feet and pits, I’ll step in.”
“Hey Axel!” Miles called. “I’m gonna get your pits and feet. Tyson’s going to take your ass.”
“Damn, alright. Make me feel good, boys!”
I looked at Axel’s ass. Still six inches away, I could see the entirety of his white butt. The fur was thick, and I brought my hand up to slick it back. I could see his pale skin there, soft and young. The coiled hairs sprung back, restoring the homogeneity of his coat. I moved closer, and the warm smell intensified. His hair clung to the pheromones he emitted there, concentrating both the aroma and my intoxication.
“Fuck,” I heard above me. “Miles, you better get between each and every toe or I swear to god…”
I took a full inhale, barely closer to his ass. The puckered hole, pink and relaxed, stared back at me as my brain processed the musky, spicy aroma of his ass. The dark vertical patch, usually hidden in the cleft of his butt, was incredibly seductive. Even though the aroma was overwhelming, I found myself wanting to get even closer. The dark curls looked like they’d be scratchy against my face. I wanted to feel.
“Yeah, get in there man,” Axel said. I wondered how he knew what I was thinking, then Miles answered, “these fuckin’ pits only get better and better, dude. Fuck, was today arm day?”
“Chest,” Axel corrected pridefully. “And on second thought, leave one of those for your buddy. His reward for cleaning me.”
My dick pulsed with excitement; while his ass was overpowering, the idea of that dense black hair in his pits… that was a powerful motivator. Cleaning his ass wouldn’t be that bad. Actually, sitting here and staring at his ass, I found that his smell was crossing the line from bad to good. I moved closer, my hair brushing up against his. I suppressed a gag at how strong it was; closer now, I could smell the hair-covered sack only a few inches in front of me. The scent was tangy and almost fruity, and in no means was I deterred. To the contrary, I found that the catch in my throat shook a bead of precum free from my erection, leaking slippery fluid down the inside of my thigh.
“Mm, fuck, Axel, that’s some good musk. I’m gonna get your balls.”
“Probably for the best, Miles. They’re not for the faint of heart.”
I sensed and smelled Miles moving in front of me. He took the time to tongue bathe Axel’s sack, and I had a front row seat. I watched Miles juggle Axel’s balls, rolling them around in his scrotum. I could see the darkened skin there too, contrasting his pale complexion. Miles held one hand at his crotch, touching himself as he sniffed and licked Axel’s testicles. I turned my attention back to his hole— this close, I could see the variations in the puffy tissue around his rim. It clenched and loosened in response to Miles’ dutiful ball licking. The smell had completely infiltrated my mind. It felt like even if I pulled away, that smell would stick with me. It was inescapable. I leaned my face forward, the tip of my nose just barely touching the top of his hole.
“I think your buddy Tyson is ready, Miles.”
“Fuck yeah, I knew he could do it!”
“I’d actually like to get serviced simultaneously, back and front. Miles?”
“On it,” he called back. Miles reached out with both hands, clutching my shoulders. One of them was sticky from his jerking, but that wasn’t my main priority. I couldn’t see Miles around his hairy ass, but if I could I would’ve seen him sealing his lips around Axel’s uncut cockhead. In one motion, he pivoted forward and pulled me in, slamming Axel’s dick into his throat and my tongue into his hole.
Inexplicably, his taste was fairly typical. Earthy, warm, husky… the flavor mixed with his scent in an amazing blend. I moaned audibly, at which Axel chuckled. Miles might have as well, but his mouth was otherwise occupied with his buddy’s thick cock. He must have been getting a noseful as well, pressed against the hairy man’s pelvis.
I enjoyed licking against the man’s hole, feeling it tense and relax around my mouth. I was luxuriating in the folds of his anus, feeling them tighten at the stimulation.
“Fuck, Miles, this guy is a good butt muncher! Glad he was able to stomach it.” I was able to stomach it; it was like a superposition of gross and erotic, and even as I licked along the valley of his ass I found myself drawn to keep making out with Axel’s hole.
I heard the pop as Miles pulled off Axel’s erection, and said, “I knew he was a real musk lover! Might have to have him over one of these Fridays.”
I tore my lips away from Axel’s hole for a brief second, panting heavily as I uttered, “I wouldn’t say no to that.”
“Haha, fuck yeah!” Miles encouraged. “Now go sniff his right pit. I promise it’s worth it.”
I rose in the higher part of the chamber, immediately sniffing the herbal, heady aroma of Axel’s pits. I turned into the alcove, mesmerized by the thick, voluminous tuft of hair I found there. More tattoos were visible here, trailing down towards his chest. The musculature of his pecs was visible here only because of the pump from his workout: he looked swole.
I leaned in, pressing my nose against the thicket of hair. I relished in the opportunity to sniff this gay stink-bro’s ripe pits, knowing that—at least in this instance—he was loving it for the same reason I was. It was a new experience to engage in musk with a two-way sexual interest. It felt more comfortable without any mismatch of intentions. The jocks who used me put me in a much more submissive headspace. This, meanwhile, felt like a chill hangout with a friend. I was just also enjoying his hairy pits. As I breathed in his scent, I admired the long curves of his deltoids. From what I’d seen of this guy, he was a real specimen. I hoped that Miles’ invitation was not a formality.
I finally pulled back, satisfied with how Axel’s scent was plastered across my face. “Thank you guys, that was fuckin great. I’ll get a move-on though, looks like you have a bit of a backlog built up.” Axel lifted himself off the shower and was gone; I’d never gotten to see his swelling chest or handsome face.
As I stooped back down, I was surprised to see the other three booths had become occupied since I started worshipping Axel’s pits. Miles was licking down a South Asian man’s long cock. He saw me come back and pointed beside him at the ass of another waiting guy. I guess we weren’t sticking to the ‘divide and conquer’ strategy.
Axel must have been holding up a line of guys, because all four stalls were occupied for some time afterwards. A rotation of different men followed: they ranged from skinny to fat, hairy to smooth. I was more intentional with their scents. I was always investigating, searching for the discrete notes of pheromones even on the cleanest guys. Sometimes I would find nothing, other times I was rewarded with a bloom of musk. It was incredibly erotic to coax the smells out of these guys, taking my time to work them over.
One of the last few guys sat down above me and I moved forward to sniff his ass. His skin, the color of coffee, was stretched tightly over rippling muscle. He was incredibly built for his smaller frame, visible from his firm cheeks alone.
As I huffed the inside of his sweaty asscrack, my memory rushed with familiarity. My brain was telling me that I knew this smell. I leaned closer to touch the tip of my nose against his dark, tight rim. Again, something in the pack of my mind panged, but I still couldn’t put my finger on it. I licked exploratorally. His stiff stubble was like sandpaper on my tongue. I probed a centimeter inside his hole, letting the organic membrane slide against my tongue. I hummed at the feeling.
After fully covering his ass, I still had the feeling that I knew this guy from somewhere. Miles was laying out on the padded floor worshipping his feet. I moved around towards the man’s cock and balls, straddling Miles as I did so. It only took one sniff of his brown bush for me to finally recognize the scent: Miles and I had been worshipping the very same only hours earlier. Dave was sitting above us, his cock rich with that seductive straight-guy musk. I’d wished I was worshipping his cock this morning, and here I was with an opportunity.
Dave flexed his uncut dick, signalling that he knew the two of us were down there. Even if he was straight, he seemed to enjoy this attention from gay guys. I took great pleasure in playing with his shaved balls, teasing the sweat from his wrinkled scrotum. I held both of them in my mouth, letting his warm sack fill my gaping maw.
I felt Miles shimmy out from under me, sitting up alongside. Before he moved up Dave’s pits, I pulled away from his balls to gesture at Miles to sniff. As he leaned in and took a huge whiff, his eyes lit up.
“Daveeee,” he pined. He licked along Dave’s heavy cock before I joined, working as a team to coat Dave’s flaccid length. We took turns lingering around the root of his cock, inhaling through his neat bush to sniff our jerk-off fuel from earlier. Even with our combined stimulation, Dave’s dick continued to hang low. It played on the asymmetry of our interaction. Guys like Matt were in it for a cleaning, opposed to our own motivations. Guys like Axel were in it for their deviant desires, reinforcing our motivations. Guys like Dave, though, were more complicated. He was in it to relish in the effect he had on us. The absence of any arousal was evidence of his categorical disinterest. But his willingness to play into our desires—for the sake of his amusement or ego—let us get closer to our living fantasies. The separation between straight and gay was still there, but he was letting us blur it.
Miles and I pulled off his cock, leaving it shiny with our spit. We rose, each taking an armpit, and began to sniff and lick at his sweat-stippled skin. I could see the cords of muscle flex and rotate, his armpits a deep concavity. The patches of hair were sparse, but the same beautiful brown of his pubes. I took the left while Miles took the right; I could hear the catches in his breath as he marveled at Dave’s sexy pits. We licked his pits for what must have been minutes, enraptured by the kinked strands of short hair.
Pulling back, finished, we whispered conspiracy to go down and get another taste of his jock hole. Though, when we ducked, he was already standing up. Though, through the portal of light his ass uncovered, a pair of socks dropped down. They landed against the padded ground, creased and damp.
“For your troubles,” we heard from above, then the sound of feet padding off towards the showers. Miles and I decided to split the bounty, each taking one home. As a bonus, we had another part of Dave to sniff for the rest of our shift.
Eventually the torrent of men fell to a trickle. I checked my phone: 1:45 pm. I only had a bit longer until I was off.
“Fuck, man, I’ve been edging all day,” Miles commented. “And Dave’s socks are only making it worse. I’m gonna need to cum soon.”
“Well what do you want me to do about it?” I asked, only half joking. Miles flashed me that big smile again.
“You willing to help a bro out?”
“Depends, what do you want me to do?”
“Remember this morning when I said I’d have you sniffing my balls by end-of-day?”
I chuckled. “I thought I might have gotten out of that after Axel.”
“Oh no, baby, you just showed your potential! I saw it on your face: even if you didn’t like the scent, you *loved* to smell it. It’s a barrier all manstink lovers understand and cross. And I think you’re ready.”
“Alright, well, there’s no guys right now. Where do you want me?”
“That’s my guy! Come on, over here.”
Miles had me lay down on the padded floor, face up and head in the direction of the door. Miles stood above my head, legs spread, facing my body. From this angle, I could see his belly hanging above his cock and balls. I could see all the dark hair in his buttcrack trapping his musk. His face was obscured, but I heard him loudly whisper, “ready?”
I grunted in affirmation, and Miles began to squat down to me. As he did so, he furiously jerked at his erection. Holding onto the inside surface of the shower for stability, he bent his knees and brought his pungent sack closer and closer to my face. The smell that I had acclimated to was born anew as his balls hovered six inches above me. I could see his balls shifting in his arousal, the perpendicular hairs waving like a wind-blown plain.
He drew even closer, and I could smell the deeper funk that had caught me off guard earlier. It was rich and biotic, almost offensively so. But he just kept squatting deeper, and his scent became more and more overwhelming. Miles was right, I did have a sort of barrier-breaking moment with Axel. It was when the musk of his ass was inescapable. It was an admission to myself that this was more than a crossed wire in my brain. It wasn’t just that I happened to like the smell of guys. It was that I wanted to smell them. And that desire—to lick and taste and smell and worship—was more powerful than any offensive odor could deter.
I propped myself up on my elbows, Miles’ ball hairs tickling my nose. I gave a deep inhale, so deep that I almost passed out. The musk seemed to thicken the air, a microclimate of heat and humidity that hung to Miles’ package. His. Balls. Stunk. And I loved it.
His balls jostled up and down with his fervent masturbation, dancing on my nose. The soft skin and scratchy hair played against my face, a sensory reprieve from the intense smell. I took a few steady full breaths, fully immersing myself in Miles’ balls.
“Fuck, you’re fucking taking it like a champ. Open up for me?”
I moaned my reply before opening to let him dip his balls into my waiting mouth. They were salty with sweat, and I got to work right away to suck, lick, and spit on his ballsack. Now canted forward, my nose was driven to the base of Miles’ taint. Fuck. The smell was different, but the intensity was just the same. Between Miles’ gentle bounces, I breathed in the smell of his furry butt. It smelled of sex and B.O. and sweet, sexy asshole. My cock was rock solid knowing that I was not only licking the dirtiest pair of balls in my life, but enjoying it immensely.
“Keep going,” I heard Miles pant. “I can’t hold out anymore man, I’m gonna cum!”
The balls in my mouth contracted two full seconds before I felt the hot splatter of cum streak across my torso. A moment later, I heard the long, drawn out groans of an edged man finally reaching climax. I felt the body above me shake and tremble. Miles, in his post-orgasm instability, lost his balance. His squatting form fell back above my head, only momentarily smushing my face with his ass. He was still shooting cum as he fell, sending drips and drops all over my upper body, face, and hair. His legs, now splayed out to either side of my head, convulsed with the powerful release of sexual energy. There was nothing I could do but enjoy the shower of semen and wait for Miles’ orgasm to pass.
He probably sat there, shaking and mumbling gooner nonsense, for a full minute. I laid still, enjoying Miles’ musk and body warmth as his body worked itself back up to cognizance. Finally, the man behind me started to breathe more evenly, sighing heartily before turning his attention back to me.
“Ahhhh, thank you, man. Well, I think I was pretty successful in getting you to pig out.”
“I think you were,” I replied. I was about to continue, but just then the door to the chamber began to swing open. Not wanting another encounter like Matt’s two days earlier, I rolled to the side out of view. This time, it wasn’t a personal trainer though. An older man, heavyset with kind eyes, greeted us and told us he was the shift change. I grabbed my phone to check the time and… 1:55. Shit. Our afterglow session turned into a frenzy of dressing and disguising. I wiped my finger across my face, squeegeeing the spots of semen. Some came away on my digit, but I could still feel the telltale liquid chilling on my face. I ran my other hand through my hair, mussing the makeshift hair gel into my locks. I put my shirt on over my cum-plastered chest, resigning myself to a sticky exit. It dawned on me that I’d have to go to my mystery appointment with cum in my hair, but there was nothing to be done about that now.
I slid my card through the reader and walked past the new man into the proper showers. As I passed, he asked innocently, “this smell… all you guys?”
I smirked at Miles, who gave me a wink before answering. “Mostly me, but I guess we’ll share the credit.”
Miles and I were out of the bioshowers by 2, allowing the next guy to get comfortable. As we walked towards the exit, I remembered my items in the locker.
“Hold on, I gotta go get some stuff.”
“Oooh, stuff, very exciting.”
“Ha ha,” I delivered flatly.
“Well, I guess we go our separate ways now. Though, you gotta come over to mine on Friday. Axel will be there, along with a few other guys we know. It’ll be a lot of fun, and I think you’d really enjoy yourself.”
I thanked Miles for the invite and his contact information, but warned him I might not make it. If I had to do a full morning of huffing guys, I wasn’t sure that’s how I’d be able to spend my down time. Miles said that he was sure it would be the contrary, but let me know that it was no pressure to show.
I saw him head out, still clutching Dave’s underwear in one hand. He’s a man who gets what he wants. I could learn a lot from a guy like Miles.
Alone again, I quickly keyed into my locker and grabbed my laptop and keys. At least with my shift, I knew what I was getting into. Butterflies flitted around in my stomach as I heaved open the pneumatic door, beginning the part of the day where I venture into the unknown. Unsure of who or what awaited me, I started the drive.
