Social media crush

 We met online. He was a singer, songwriter and just beautiful.  Black shaggy hair, that fell over is forehead, framing his deep brown eyes.  He was built, he worked out hard and his body showed it.  I followed him as soon as I saw a few of his pics.  His songs were good, not big hits but catchy and I loved his voice. 

At that time, we didn’t talk, he never interacted with me at all.  He was just another rising celeb that I followed.  However, something happened to his career, and it went off the rails.  He disappeared off of social media, though I never found out what that was.  I never bothered to unfollow him.

A few years later,  and I get a notice that he’s following me.  He’s back on social media.  He never did explain why he followed me, but we became good friends. We talked about everything, sex practices, masturbatory practices, sleeping habits and working out.  He was trying to restart his career but getting frustrated and working a day job which took time away from his true passion.

As we talked that initial attraction I’d felt a few years ago, began to grow.  I always thought he was straight until he confessed a few things to me.  He’d jerked off in the gym one day after working out next to a guy and smelling his sweat, he got majorly turned on, he hit the showers and smelled his own sweat which turned him on more. He said he came all over the stall walls.  A few days later he sent me a pic of a guy he’d been crushing on at the gym – tall, lean, a runners build. Nothing like my own chubby polar bear body.  He told me how his dick stirred every time he found himself working out near this guy.

He asked me if I thought that meant he was gay.  I told him maybe bi, since he was interested in women.  With the lockdowns and all, we didn’t get a chance to meet in person for quite some time, but as things are easing finally, we took advantage and finally decided to meet, have a beer, say hey. 

That meeting went well, and we agreed to work out together a few days later, he was hesitant to do it as he felt that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with him, but I told him it’s not a competition, we’re there to support each other, so we made the date.  Knowing his predilection to the scent of a man, I didn’t wear deodorant that day, apparently neither did he.

As we worked, a lot of upper body work, our pits began to sweat, and smell.  He smelled of man and musk in the best way possible. I found myself leaning into him, more and more and finally in the middle of the gym floor, I just leaned and took a whiff, and my cock was rock hard in a second.  He took that moment to lean into me and smell my body odor.  He lingered for just a moment before pulling away.  He lifted his hand to the back of my neck and caressed it for a second, wiping sweat off my neck and shoulders before rubbing it into his face.  My scent now covering his face.  My dick would not go down. 

We ended up finishing our workout and drove back to his place.  He didn’t often host, he told me, but he was closer to the gym than me.  We got into his condo, and I pushed him against the wall, in the foyer, and kissed him deeply.  He is about 2 inches taller than I am, so I had to lean up to kiss him. I could taste his breath, coffee and his pre-workout on his tongue.  It all turned me even more.  I stripped off his sweaty gym shirt, it had begun to dry but was still clingy to his body.  I pulled it over his head and buried my nose and tongue into his pits first one side then the other. Licking and inhaling the odour of him. 

I leaned down and bit each nipple and traced my tongue across his lightly furred chest.  I got down to his shorts and pulled them down to pool over his shoes.  He sweaty cock and balls bounced out and he was at full mast for me already.  I licked his balls, inhaling the scent of them, taking each one, then both of them into my mouth.  His sweat was salty but was such an aphrodisiac.  After I’d licked his balls clean, I took his hard cock in my mouth and engulfed his six and half inches, the perfect size to take it all without gagging. 

After a few minutes he pulled me up and mirrored my actions. He flipped me around and pushed me into the wall, and he kissed me deeply. He could taste his own ball sweat on my tongue and that made him dig deeper, he next pulled my shirt over my head and attacked my pits, then my nips and finally my cock which was still hard from the gym, it had never gone down.

He took all of my cock, we’re the same size there, into his throat and I nearly came in that instant. He lifted off and attacked my balls, licking my sweat off of them. I was in heaven, my crush of several years was sucking my cock and I couldn’t believe that it was happening.

He took control then and flipped me round and dove his tongue into my ass.  Still moist from the work out, he was able to work his tongue deep into my hole.  Plunging into me and fucking me with his tongue. That amazing feeling of anal stimulation, it made me a little mad that I hadn’t tongued his ass.

I had been so close from his cock sucking that I told he’d better stop before I shoot all over the wall.

“Now that would be a waste”, he said lifting off my ass.

He stood back up and wrapped me his arms, I’m not used to being the small spoon, as it were, but I felt amazing with him wrapped around me.

We both kicked out shoes off, stepped out of our shorts and headed into his bedroom.  Both now clad only in ankle socks.  We jumped onto the bed and into another deep kiss.  I could taste my ass on his lips and tongue, our bodies began to sweat again, and each exude our own musky scent, we were both high on those scents.

He flipped around and we 69’d for a while, fingering each other’s asses, sucking cock, balls, licking, when we could, the other’s ass.  I could taste the scent of him on every breath and every patch of skin my tongue caressed and I’m sure he could taste me, in the same way.

I’d never been into scent play, but this was exhilarating, heady and almost overwhelming in an ecstatic way. I felt high and I was riding it for all it was worth.

Finally, he told he wanted to fuck me, I told him only if I could fuck him and he agreed.  He put me on my back on the edge of the bed and spit onto his cock head and slid into my sweaty ass. My ass simply opened to take him.  He pulled my socks off and sucked my toes as he pounded into me for several minutes, his pace quickening and I knew he was about to cum, when he suddenly stopped.  He just held his swollen cock buried in my ass, leaned down and kissed me again and said, “Fuck me know”.

He pulled out, stripped off his own socks and got on the bed in doggy position and I got between his legs and slid my cock home in one slow stroke.  As I fucked into him, I reached around and slowly stroked his cock.  He asked me not to stroke too fast or he’d cum.  I picked up my pace with both hand and my thrusting.

I emptied my balls into his ass, just as my hand milked the load out of his cock.  He shot 8 pulses of thick cum all over the bed.  I slowly pulled my cock out of his ass, kissing his back and then his neck, I flipped him over and took his cock into my mouth to clean him up and then in a few minutes fed him mine.

Sated for the moment, we curled up together in bed, naked and slept in each other’s arms. When I woke up, about an hour later, his mouth was on my cock again. And we picked up where we’d left off.