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I can't remember what made me follow you, but I am really glad I did ! I especially love your musk related story, BO is such a turn on for me, I'm into stinky men and you describe them so well...

Thanks, bro. I love imagining guys getting sweaty and stinky, dripping musky sweat and leaving smelly sweatprints on everything they touch. Sucking on their cheesy cocks and musky toes…

Dude, when was the last time you showered? The last time it rained? It’s been weeks! And every day, you spend hours sweating in the gym and hiking in the summer heat. No wonder I can smell you the moment you come in the door, considering how much you sweat just sitting down.

Not that it’s a bad thing. Show off those hairy armpits for me, bro. Mmm, smells so tangy and good. Give yourself a good sniff. You can just feel the musky stench dissolving what remains of your brain. Take off those sweat-stained socks and let me lick those big bro feet.

Bro.

BRO!

Bro…

Huhuhu, bruh, you, like, totally came in your boxer briefs, just from sniffing your musky bod! We should, huhu, go and find some lame nerds you can dumb down and musk up with your greasy unwashed musclebod. Like the bros reading this! See that, bros? You can smell my bro’s musky feet right through the computer screen, huhuhu. Let the stench get you all musky and dumb, just like us. Then we can all get even sweatier together, bros!

If this got you horny, consider putting some spare change in my Ko-fi cup so I can write even more hot stories.

Hyperspermia Pt. II

Continued from PART 1

I stood there, slackjawed in awe. In the forefront of my mind, I saw the guy I've always been; deeper down within me, yeah, something was off. Of course I was always slim, I was always sinewy. Though, if that's the case, why couldn't I shake that feeling? Maybe it was the fact I was wearing Alejo's shirt and jockstrap... Maybe it was the fact that I'd cummed so much my balls ached...

"Yo, dude! I'm bootin' up Smash Bros, hurry up!" Alejo called out from his bedroom, snapping me back into reality. Though, just to be safe, I snapped a quick selfie. In case something was off, I would be able to compare before and after at least.

I walked back into the room, and Alejo grinned. I picked up the dripping fleshlight from my seat, tossing it back onto his bed- droplets of our mingled spunk flying across the room. Plopping down onto the couch, I picked up the controller off the floor and leaned back as Alejo tossed that firm and strong arm around my shoulder. As the game flashed to life on the screen, the confusion over my reflection just melted away.

"Fuck, bro. This is the fuckin' life! Kickin' back with your buds, strokin' and tokin'." His enthusiasm and cheerfulness hadn't taken a single hit in days. That newfound energetic zeal and laid back persona had lasted throughout the nightly fleshlight swapping, the copious amounts of cannabis, the scary movies, the 'deep' conversations... the new Alejo was a different man, and he was more than willing to share that energy. "Speakin' of which, pack a bowl for us so I can kick your ass off this platform." I chuckled, reaching over to the bong and grinder to stuff more of his weed into the bowl. Though, as I unscrewed the top- horror.

"Oh shit, I think you're out of weed." Alejo paused the game, turning to me with a look of shock on his face. He rose, searching through drawers, shoeboxes, the abyss that sat beneath his bed... indeed his confused face showed we were out.

"Fuck. Aight, I'm gonna go restock on the good shit." He walked over to a pile of his clothes, slipping on a pair of jeans and shoving his big bare feet into his ripe AF1's. "Hang tight, bro. Give me like twenty minutes, I'll be back and we'll be sky high!" He leaned over, high fiving me and ruffling my hair as he walked toward the front door. I couldn't help but follow like a lost puppy, feeling as if I were tethered to my good bro. He turned to me just before turning the knob, and smiled. "Aww, I know you wanna come with. But my plug doesn't like new people around when we buy."

"I get it." I lied, my eyes drifting down to his crotch. He'd only just put on those jeans and there was already a puddle of dampness outlining his dick. "Might wanna clean up before you go, though!" I pointed at his sticky patch; all he did was look down and smirk.

"Heh, can't help it, bro!" He grasped onto his bulge, flashing those bright white teeth at me. "Been churning out my ball batter for days, bro. Free advertising, am I right?" I couldn't help but stare. His 'ball batter' had been coating my cock for hours at a time the last two nights, and the only thing in my head each time I see his wet groin is an image of that firehose spraying down my throat or straight up my cock. Though I thought I was being discreet, evidently I was not. His brows furrowed and he beckoned me toward him with a single finger, his other hand slipping beneath the black band of his underwear.

I slowly walked toward him, that musky funk wafting from his body wrapping around me again. It had become my own private little oasis, the moment it slithered inside of my nose I felt safe and satisfied. Within arm's reach, he let his left hand slide down my back and onto my tight ass, pulling me chest to chest with him.

"Bro, I have a feelin' you're coppin' feelings for me." He teased gently, squeezing my ass as he fondled himself in his jeans. "We got close these last few days, yeah?" Pulling his right hand out of his pants, his fingers were coated in his slimy pre; the scent of his unwashed dick paired with the sharpness of his thick white seed grew stronger as his fingers inched closer and closer to my face. Leaning in, he whispered. "Cuz I think I got some feelings for you too, bro." The slimy fingers pressed against my lips, easily pushing past and into my mouth. The tanginess, the cheesiness, the saltiness, the sweetness... it was like fireworks going off in my mouth as I sucked his 'ball batter' off his sweaty fingers. He smiled even more- I'd given him an answer without so much as a word. "Ooooh, yeah I think we're gonna be playing a different kind of Smash Bros when I get back, babe."

He leaned in, pressing his lips against mine. I felt his tongue slip and slide over mine, the remnants of his slimy spunk being shared between us before he pulled away. He winked at me one final time before walking out the door, closing it behind him. I was alone in the apartment. The moment played on repeat in my head, those supple lips against mine, his hard chest pressed against me, his hand gripping my rear, the pungent taste of that pre... I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted more.

I walked back into his room, realizing quickly that it seemed smaller than before. As if the ceiling had dropped, or the floor had. Looking down at my feet on the floor, I'd noticed they'd left big sweaty footprints from the kitchen to Alejo's room... I turned to the pile of his dirty laundry by the bed, with a raised eyebrow. Surely nothing would have fit, he was at least a foot taller than I was... wasn't he? As I thought about it, he didn't need to bend over to kiss me, he simply pressed his lips against mine... Huh... I must've had a growth spurt. The yellow jockstrap he'd donned on me barely fit compared to an hour ago, though I did end up adding my own pre to the mix after that little make out sesh...

I tugged the yellow underwear down, my erect cock springing upward as I did. Long, slender, slime oozing from under my hood... The little voice in the back of my mind screamed at me that I was cut... his weed must have really fucked me up. I tossed the strap onto the bed, and knelt down, rummaging through the pile of Alejo's clothes. Finding a much better fit in his cumstained black Calvin Klein's, I slipped my big feet through the holes, slipping it up over my thick thighs and onto my lean waist. The band snapped- a perfect fit. I pressed my pulsating bulge against the sticky fabric, sighing in ecstasy at his leftovers from the night before laminated my rod and sac.

A pair of black sweatpants sat deep in the pile, looking comfy as fuck. Pulling them out, they fit like a glove as I slid them up my long legs and right atop my bulging basket. It didn't take long before a little damp patch started to appear on the black fabric, slowly growing in size as I found his beat up Chucks. Size 14... just like mine... I don't know why I thought I wore size 10! Slipping my feet into the well loved, damn ripe high tops, it felt as if they were meant for me. My toes fell right where Alejo's sit, I could feel the depressions where those smelly dogs pressed into insoles. I turned to the mirror, dressed from the waist down in his threads, looking damn sexy. The sweatpants fell just below my abs, the cum gutters pointing directly to my leaky faucet.

I turned and collapsed onto his bed. Closing my eyes, all I could think about was his smile, his scent, that musty cock, that tangy spunk and how it felt in my mouth. I was pawing my throbbing member through Alejo's clothes, not even realizing I was doing it. My balls ached as I moaned, thinking about his lips against mine, about that cock in my mouth, his cum in my hole... I needed release.

My elbow touched something, and opening my eyes, I grinned as I saw what it was. His condom- Alejo's creamed condom, and one with one hell of a load sitting within. It was like my body was on autopilot, my brain could barely keep up. Within seconds I'd untied the knot up top, and pried it open. I brought it to my nose, taking a deep whiff. Fuck, it was so good. It was like sniffing that cheesy cock right under my nose, followed by that sharp cum stench that had sat in rubber for a couple days. A lightbulb went off in my head, as I slowly pulled the waistbands down, releasing my musky member from it's sweaty, slimy prison. I brought the rubber down to my head, pulling my hood down to easily let the slippery rubber slide over it.

I tugged, letting the top heavy condom slide down my shaft, until I felt Alejo's seed at the tip of my cockhead. I sighed in euphoria as the cool slime cascaded over my cock as the rubber fit perfectly in place. I just stared at it for a moment as it pulsated before my eyes. Slowly, I wrapped my hand around it- sounds of the squelching slick rubber holding his load tight against my rod. All I had to do was pull up, and push down. Up and down. His load sloshed around inside of the condom, lubing my cock as I pumped.

My body glistened with beads of sweat, illuminating the sick ink I must've got done recently on my arms. My abs rose and fell with my breath as I pumped, my juicy pecs jiggling as I thrust into my hand. Shit, I could barely breathe... Yet... I needed more. The fleshlight sat to the right of my head, still dripping our loads from earlier. I grinned as I snatched it up, holding it above my face. Globules of our cum rained down onto my face as I kept thrusting into his condom, the fleshlight coming closer and closer to my face until mere millimeters from my face. Oh, the scent.. the taste... As I plunged my tongue into the silicone hole, I must have reached nirvana. The slimy splurge slid across my tongue as I rimmed the fleshlight, lapping up every drop I could. Moans, cacophonous moans bellowed out from within me as I surrendered to the lust. My brain grew fuzzy, my mind grew dim.

I could only continue to thrust into my hand, and bury my face in the fleshlight; nothing else mattered. That craving for Alejo's spunk inside of me, dripping from me, possessing me... it's all that my warping mind could focus on. In fact, so enraptured was I with the filth and lust that I didn't even notice the front door opening and closing. Nor did I hear the heavy squeaking footfalls across the tile kitchen floor.

"Well fuck, bro. Couldn't help yourself, huh?" I pull the fleshlight away from my face to see Alejo leaning against the doorframe, his long dripping python straining against the sticky denim of his jeans. I smirked, my bright white teeth sparkled as his cum ran down the corners of my mouth. "How's about I tag in real quick, would you like that, babe?" I moaned with an unquenchable thirst in affirmation as he unbuttoned the jeans, taking a step forward before pulling down his black underwear to reveal that gorgeous 10 incher and pulsating swollen balls. He crawled onto the bed, grabbing my legs and hoisting them up into the air, my perky bubble butt beckoning for him. "Fuck you're so sexy in my clothes, babe." I feel the slimy head of his dirty cock press against my tight hole as he wraps his hand around my dick in his smelly condom. "You're gonna be even sexier when I fill you up."

He wasted no time, slowly pushing his member past my contracted sphincter. I yelped in ecstasy as he slid inside of me, going deeper and deeper until his sweaty balls pressed against my cheeks. I put my hands behind my head as he thrust into me, pumping my cock in tandem with his rhythm. Slow, sensual, and tender, his pace quickened. My hole seemed to mold to his perfect cock, massaging every inch of him as he picked up the pace. The sound of slimy slaps of our skin grew faster and louder, his grunts and my moans following suit.

"Oh fuck, bro. Your ass is so much better than the fleshlight man. Fuuuuck." Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. You could hear the tendrils of his precum lubing him as he kept thrusting until his breaths became labored and short. "Ohhh. Oh fuck, bro. You want summa this bro batter? You want me to fill you up with this hose?" I nearly screamed in confirmation, one last smirk and a deep slam inside of me, and I felt the torrent of his load flow in. One barrage, two barrages, three... four... five... his cock was indeed a hose, dumping what seemed like gallons from his baseball sized veiny balls into my body. I shot my load into his condom, swearing for just a second that instead of expelling my own seed, it was his rushing into my cock flowing straight into my balls, doubling... tripling... quadrupling their size with the sheer volume of his cum invasion. In that moment, I felt every ounce of strife and anxiety wash out of me. I felt nourished, rejuvenated, virile, and satisfied. He stripped the empty condom off my cock, pulling himself out of me as my hole closed up behind. We grinned, letting our tongues mingle once again, not wanting to part ways ever again. Not even for a single moment. We were tethered, we were one unit together. He pulled away for just a moment before standing up and pulling me to my feet.

"Oh fuck, babe. We're gonna be doing that a lot more often." I grinned, wrapping my strong arms around his waist. "In fact... you down for round two?" He didn't need to ask twice. I spun him around, bending him over the side of the couch; his plump ass begging to be plugged with my musky 10 incher.

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Bianca, or should I say Bianco now, burst into the apartment. His sinewy muscles still dripping with sweat from the run across town to see his man. He called out, walking through the puddles of steaming white slime that had pooled across the tile floor. Our ripe threads and roached joints littered the apartment, our combined musk permeated every inch of the place.

"Yo, babe. Where you at? Why am I so fuckin' horny, bro? I just wanna dump my seed into anything that moves... what's wrong with me?" He walked toward the open balcony door, following the river of spunk and the slurps emanating from the outside. He rounded the corner, turning his head and smirked.

My hands held Alejo's pretty head as I speared his mouth with my tool. Fuck, he knows how to use that tongue as it wrapped around my length like a spiraling snake, my cum dripping like rain out of his mouth as he drank it down. I turned to face Bianco, winking at the sexy specimen of newfound manhood.

"Sup, B?" I gasped as I unleashed yet another torrent of my seed down Alejo's throat. "You want a turn, man? He sure knows how to drink it down, heh." I dismounted my best bro's face, his tongue hanging over the tip of his chin like a panting dog. "I'm gonna go pack us a bowl, bro. You two have fun, eh?" I slapped Bianco on the back as I walked away, hearing the unzipping of his pants and sighs of satisfaction.