Ty and Brandon

Sweat

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It was the crankshaft that wasn’t working. A mature snobbish lady wanted her blue van to have two or three more years’ service life for it. She’d also brought formerly her recently bought caravan to our garage to be inspected. So there in our repair shop patio one of my workmates and I were fixing the motor, me working on the crankshaft and my mate Ty was checking everything in the motor.

It was the beginning of June and we would still have one more month ahead before holidays, which this year both of us would have in July. Those days we were living the highest temperatures of the decade. It was eleven o’clock now and it was unbearably hot. Both of us had started working with our shirts on, but now we had to take them off, so hot we were.

Ty is a real man’s man, and has had three girls so far; well, permanent girls for he has sex as a jackrabbit or that’s what he tells me. He’s got no girl right now, though he hasn’t told me the reasons why he split up with her last girlfriend. He often tells me the most salacious details about his sex when we are in our coffee break, which we would have again today in more or less an hour. But we wanted the van to be totally repaired today and I was very attentive to its damn crankshaft.

My name’s Brandon and I’m 30, like him, and just like him I started working in this mechanic workshop three years earlier. I’ve never boasted of being such a macho, like he often does, but I’ve had many girls, though never a girlfriend. But I love speaking about sex with him.

In the midst of our work, I was first aware that I felt a slight pain and soon I saw that it was due to having such a big boner that it was being painful and I couldn’t remember I had ever been so high. Why did I have that erection? There were no girls around and I wasn’t even thinking of one of the girls I usually had sex with. So why on Earth…?

But suddenly I stopped thinking when Ty told me something and I looked at him and I knew then the reason of my boner. Being the hottest day in some years his naked chest was totally covered in sweat. He did not only have drops; that would not be describing him now. He was totally flooded. Down his chest came a deluge of perspiration. And he even stank now. Of course I wouldn’t blame him for that. It was due to the hot day we were living and I was just as sweaty. A gust of the smell of my own armpits reached me then and I went even harder, so was I hard at the smell of two boys’ sweaty pits?

It’s true that I love having sex with girls but it’s also true that over the years I had also learnt that watching porn I could get hard at many things, especially things that had never turned me on before and now made me hard, and I never rejected being hard at those things or feel bad at myself. I’m open-minded and I didn’t fight my feelings even now and whenever I had a chance I kept on looking at Ty’s bare chest filled with that arousing pool of sweat and even if I had had the temptation of thinking about something different, Ty’s strong smell of sweat would keep my mind focused on that and only that. So I thought, well I have a new fetish now. I like watching sweat running down a chest. I only thought for a moment whether I would like watching a sweaty girl. I don’t know but it’s true I like watching Ty’s sweat.

And a quarter of an hour later, being his part of the motor already repaired, he moved just enough so his naked sweaty chest rubbed mine and his sweat mixed with mine and just feeling his sweat also running down my chest for a moment, made my dick react at the discovery of what now I knew I would always need: sweat, watching sweat, sniffing it or even having it on my body, a sweat that wasn’t my own. I was creaming my pants and did have a wonderful orgasm but cumming before Ty, who knew nothing, made me blush, and I had to tell him.

-Shit! Sorry, Ty.

-Why are you apologizing, Brandon?

-I’ve just creamed my pants.

-And is it not a wonderful sensation to cum, even in this torrid day when both of us stink and there’s no girl around?

-I apologize because I know I’ve creamed my pants because of your sweat.

-What? Are you gay then, Brandon? I didn’t know that.

-I didn’t know either and I swear I still don’t know. All I know is I’m not gonna fight what I feel and now I know I will always have the fetish of sweat.

-I’m not sure I’m comfortable hearing you, but although I don’t know what to say, I promise I’m not angry at you. In half an hour we will be having our coffees. Just let me think first, please. And we will talk later.

And then I saw him heading to the restroom, maybe he needed to piss and I went downcast, for then I thought I was losing a good friend, to the bar, asked for my coffee and sat down. I was reflecting about what had happened this morning but I was sure that I would never repress my own feelings. Half my coffee was already drunk when I felt Ty coming back, asking for his coffee and shy and almost blushing he came and sat beside me as any other day. Both of us continued shirtless and sweating all that time. He asked me.

-So did that damn crankshaft give you many problems?

So we would have our everyday conversation of mechanics now. Probably today we would not talk about sex as any other day. We were shy but spoke about vehicles for a good quarter of an hour, till I could not stand it anymore and out of the blue, I told him.

-For God’s sake, Ty, tell me whether you mind what has happened this morning and whether I’ve lost a friend or I can keep him after all. I couldn’t help it and I know myself well and if something suddenly gives fun to my dick, I continue with that fun. Now I know well, when I am watching porn this afternoon, as you know I do every day, I would try to find sweaty boys. I’m not sure I’ll wank over their dicks, but I will over their sweat. Ok, I’ll not wank over you if you feel uncomfortable.

-Look, Brandon, of course masturbation is private and you can wank over anything you like. I’m not mad at your reactions, but –he shrugged his shoulders and sighed, but finally said it- at mine. I cannot understand myself now but when you told me you’d creamed your pants because of my sweat, I realized I had a strong erection when I went to the restroom to piss. When I whipped my cock out, I saw I was still hard. First I thought it was a compliment to hear a boy saying he’d cum because of me. But then your manly sweat came to my memory too and I felt like masturbating. I’m sure I’m a macho and if I suddenly wanked over a boy, where would that leave me? But I knew I had to do it and thinking that what I should do would better be done as soon as possible and wanting to forget it later, I did wank over you, now you know.

-That doesn’t really seem a compliment, Ty –I told him with a wide smile-. You’re telling me now that you wanked over me but I’m not worth wanking over. But anyhow, what do you feel now? Did you enjoy your orgasm?

-I did and it was my shortest masturbation in some years. But I like girls, I do, I’ve always enjoyed having sex with them. I’m disconcerted right now and don’t know whether I’ve enjoyed what I’ve done. I’m a macho man, for God’s sake.

-Ty, you’ve just found something new which makes your dick hard. And about the word macho, what does it mean? For me macho only means the male specimen of any animal. In that sense we are machos. But think for a moment of boys who like taking it up their asses. Do you think that takes away their masculinity? For me a macho is a courageous man and they are courageous. So at least once I admit clearly that I have really enjoyed a sweaty boy today, I see myself more masculine; I’m more of a macho, not less, because I bravely admit my new desires.

-Would you take a dick up your ass then?

-I don’t know, Ty, for so far I’m not aroused at dicks, but at sweat from a boy. You’re sitting shirtless here and your chest is still damp with sweat and I’m hard and curiously I see you hard too.

-Shit! Maybe I’m gonna be hard now watching a boy’s sweaty chest. I don’t know if I can easily assimilate that. I don’t wanna stop having sex with girls.

-And why should you stop having sex with girls? You could have girls whenever you want. But if you just felt like wanking over a boy, why not do it too?

-Maybe I should be more courageous, but I will think about it. Maybe you’re even helping me.

-I don’t want you to feel bad, Ty. I only recommend you to wank over anything that gives you fun, that’s all. I’m sure you will keep on masturbating looking at cunts and boobs, but if you suddenly feel like wanking over a dick, just do it, as far as you feel ok with yourself, that’s all. I hope you don’t mind if I tell you that I’ll openly wank over you, over your sweat mainly. And I would like to tell you tomorrow.

-Knowing that a boy is gonna wank over me doesn’t bother me, Brandon. And if you do it, you can tell me tomorrow and you will have my respect. I’ve told you I have no problems with your feelings, you are my friend and you will always be. Only thing that troubles me if my own feelings. I should have to find my courage. But ok –he shrugged his shoulders again-: I won’t think anymore today. When I get home I don’t know what I will do.

We stood up and left it there and the rest of that morning we didn’t work together again. But I was hard all the time, with the knowledge that when I got home, I’d masturbate over a boy for the first time in my life. Ty was close enough though so I could watch him sweaty and shirtless the rest of that morning and I kept my erection all the time.

When I was finally home, I was in a hurry to whip my dick out and do what I wanted to do: wanking over Ty’s sweat. It was a wonderful masturbation in which I only focused on his sweat and his smell. But later that day I had the need to jack off again. I didn’t want to watch porn but anyhow I headed to my room and was for a while searching for gay porn. I wanted to see dicks now, still unsure of my own desires but wanting to find out. As I watched some gay short movies first I had the security that I would like to see Ty’s dick and in every movie I saw I imagined it was his dick and soon I started to wank thinking I was jacking him off and I liked that.

At last in bed I needed to masturbate again and now I thought with happiness that I was giving my friend a blowjob. I didn’t know the taste of a dick yet but I wanted to know it and I would love to know the taste of Ty’s cock. I thought I would tell him tomorrow what I had imagined, thinking that he was not sure of his own feeling but respected mine and curiously thinking he would like to know I had happily wanked thinking I’d sucked his cock. I didn’t imagine myself being fucked though. I wasn’t sure I could enjoy a dick up my butt. I had no fear of whatever I discovered about myself, only thought that maybe I could enjoy some sex with boys too, but not everything. After having cum, I happily fell asleep.

The next day I had to masturbate again as I was having breakfast and it was again over my newly discovered fun: wanking over Ty’s sweat. Finally I left home and headed to our mechanic workshop.

That morning we didn’t have to work together either, but I saw Ty sometimes and I saw him hard or at least that’s what I wanted to imagine. I was hard all the time of course but I didn’t mind and kept my boner and even thought how easy job is when you’re doing it with a boner all the time. Finally it was coffee break; I was wondering whether Ty would come and in that case what he could tell me.

I saw him a little shy coming to my table with whisky now, as if he needed something strong to talk to me today. Again we were shirtless and again totally sweaty and smelly. We started talking about mechanics again but I saw he was hard, so at a given time I had to say something to break the silence, for we had both stopped talking and looked at each other timidly.

-I did wank over you, Ty. You like hearing me tell you or are you angry?

-I could never get angry at you, Brandon. Ok, since now we’re talking about this, you can tell me.

I resumed yesterday. How I had wanked over his sweat and watched some porn and had even masturbated imagining I was jacking him off or sucking his cock.

-I also had to do it, Brandon. A little embarrassed I knew I had to wank over your sweat or else I’d end up creaming my pants. I didn’t want to masturbate more but I also decided to go to my room and watch a little porn, heterosexual porn, but my eyes were focused on both cunts and dicks now. I said to myself: “hell, I’m starting to get hard at a boy too”. But no matter how strongly I wanted to curb my desires. I had to wank over a dick now. So I’ve got more to tell you. I’d like to be just as brave as you were before. Shit! I don’t want to hide things.

-So if you’re calm, you can tell me.