Date: Mon, 12 Feb 2024 13:08:01 -0500
From: AC <hryjknyk@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting Covered

Getting Covered  - Gay Encounters, Urination


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This is part 1 of this ongoing story.

This series is a compilation of real life encounters. It will depict many
different fetish themes over the subsequent chapters. If you are not
interested in m/m kinky gay sex, this is not for you. If you are, get
ready!


"You smell amazing, stud."

The message came from a blank profile on a location-based cruising app
for men looking for sex in real-time.

I had just gotten settled at a new cafe in a chic hotel lobby that I work
from sometimes, still dripping in musky, ripe sweat from the particularly
grueling boot camp at a fitness studio across the street. While waiting
for my computer to load, horny as usual after a sweaty workout and my
natural scent teasing my nostrils, I decided to log into the app to see
if there were any hot out-of-towners staying in the hotel when I saw the
stranger's message.

Usually, I ignore messages from blank profiles that offer no insight as
to who they are (which is indicated in my bio that they will be blocked
if their stats, age, intentions, and pictures are not sent in the first
message.) But this one intrigued me - it's not always easy to find guys
into natural man smells.

My profile is filled out extensively with my sexual interests, fetishes,
 what I'm looking for, stats, status, and has a picture of my hairy,
six-foot, muscular frame standing tall, sweaty pits on display, wearing
nothing but the same rank jockstrap I had on under my damp gym clothes.

It wasn't the first time I was hit on through this app from a discreet
stranger who was close by and may have spotted me in person - the risk of
having my face on there - but the fact that he knew what I smelled like
was surprising. The tense of the message indicated that he may have
already gotten a whiff.

Maybe it wasn't too surprising, actually - I hadn't showered in two days,
wore the same tank and shorts to work out yesterday and my musk was
radiating off of my body. But it was winter, I still had my coat on and a
pair of sweats which was trapping my natural ripeness.

I scanned the mostly empty lounge, wondering if my admirer might be close
by, and reasoned he must have just meant it in theory based on my picture
like most others.

"Yeah, I do. Smelling my pic?"

I decided to engage, if anything maybe it would be a little distracting
dirty talk while I worked.

"You're even hotter in person."

I wasn't expecting that. My eyes shot up again to look around.

 "I was at Cardio Circuit. I got a couple whiffs of your hairy pit every
time you lifted your arms. I was boned the whole class."

I searched my memory, trying to think of who was in class but fell short,
I couldn't remember anyone specific - no men that piqued my interest at
least. I showed up late and had not taken this particular class before so
I was pretty focused on the instructor and my form, plus they kept the
room dark with only neon-colored lights.

"Pic?"

"Discreet. Married. Straight/curious DL."

I rolled my eyes. A typical closeted "straight" guy who was a total pig
in secret. They're fun to fool around with sometimes but not always
worth the hassle. And still, no faces or exceptional particulars of the
other sweaty bodies in class came to mind. The chat was leading nowhere
but having a stalker was increasing my horniness.

"Should've said something after class, would've let you get your nose in
there, maybe even let you sniff my dirty jockstrap too."

It's fun to tease straight guys.

"Fuck! I want that."

"It's rank and still damp. I fucking stink so good. "

"Can we meet up?"

"You still sweaty too bro? Would love to get a whiff of you. Seems only
fair"

"No had to shower. Was hoping to catch you in the locker room.

"That's too bad. I like to bask in my stink."

"Fuck! Me too but couldn't today. Have to go back to work. Do you
host?"

"Usually, but not at home."

"There are private bathrooms at the Continental Hotel, right across from
Sweat Studios."

I chuckled to myself, wondering if this guy was actually stalking me
since I was sitting in the lobby of that hotel. He did have a point
though - the bathroom was all spacious single stalls with full doors and
had a row of communal sinks. The idea of a quick hookup in a public
restroom stall was hot but I liked this place and wasn't sure it would
be worth the risk of being kicked out.

"Not meeting without a pic."

"I get it... I'm 28, 6'2 160, good looking but can't send a pic."

I still can't picture anyone in class, definitely not a tall, slim man
in his late twenties. I debated asking him what clothes he wore to see if
it would jog my memory but I chose against it. Not responding would make
him either cave and send a pic or move on. I know some guys really are
that discreet, but many also use it as an excuse to hide something I'd
probably not be interested in. I put my phone down, checked a few emails,
and kept an eye out in case anyone matching his vague description
wondered by.

A few minutes later, my horny curiosity got the best of me and I checked
my phone.

"How bout I go to the hotel bathrooms and meet you there, if not
interested no big deal, but if you are I'd love even a quick whiff. I'm
so fucking horny."

I couldn't resist the intrigue of who this guy was. It seemed safe
enough and his desperation for my stink was turning me on even more.

"When?"

"Was freezing, I came to hotel. Needed to at least jerk off in a stall
quick before going to work but saw you were here too."

My eyes shot up from my screen and I looked around, expecting to see a
pair of predatory eyes staring at me from across the lobby but it was the
same few patrons that had been there since I arrived. The female barista,
young blond girl dressed in all beige photographing her latte, and an
elderly couple sipping tea were paying me no mind.

"I'm in the handicap stall to the right."

I don't know if it was how unexpectedly turned on I was by all of it or
my curiosity to know who this stranger was, but I ignored the red flags.
I slipped my jacket from my damp skin, the silky lining peeling off my
bare shoulders and biceps, asked the wannabe influencer to watch my stuff
for a minute, and found myself walking toward the bathroom.

By the time I entered the communal sink area, I had a semi in my damp
jock, threatening to tent the layers of shorts and sweatpants as nervous
sweat prickled my neck and my pulse started racing. I went around the
mirrors and saw the black tiled walls with slim white floor-to-ceiling
doors in an evenly spaced row, walking towards the widest one in the back
right corner. I took a deep breath, looked around the thankfully empty
space, and nudged the unlocked door.

"Hi," my stalking admirer whispered with a nervous smile.

My eyes gave a quick scan - cute, fair-skinned, clean-shaven, tall,
 seemingly lean body under a fitted wool jacket, short reddish brown
hair, light brown eyes, and an impressive bulge in his slim-fitting
chinos - before slipping inside and locking the door behind me.

He wasn't my usual type, but I had a brief spark of recollection of him
standing next to me in class which put me at ease and cute enough to let
this "straight" boy take a whiff.

"Hey," I whispered. I saw the excitement build on his face, his eyes
grew wider as I lifted my right arm over my head while his hand reached
to grope his crotch, "This what you want?"

"Oh fuck yeah," he pa,nted and in a flash his nose was crushed in the
damp thatch of hair in my pit.

He went wild, sniffing, licking, inhaling, gasping "Oh fuck" over and
over. I looked down and saw he had pulled out a rigid, upturned, thick,
and impressively long pink circumcised cock that was dripping precum onto
his rapidly pumping fist.

"Try the other one," I whispered, raising my left arm.

"Oh fuck, you fucking stink man," he gasped, his breath tickling my
dark, musky hair, "So fucking ripe, fucking so hot."

His body trembled as he breathed me in and rapidly pumped his cock off
and on. I could hear the muffled sound of a toilet flush in the distance,
reminding me of the thrill that the risk of public sex brings. The whole
situation was so hot!

I reached down and shoved the waistband of my shorts and sweats down,
hooking them under the bulging, stained pouch, feeling the dampness and
warmth of it against my hand as I lowered my left arm, pushing his head
down with it. I could smell the collected sweat, musk, piss, and precum
that had collected from the consistent, repetitive wear over the past few
weeks reactivated from my body heat. The small tiled cube was filled with
all my manly scents radiating off me and my cock was throbbing.

"Try this," I said, looking down at him as he obediently squatted.

"Oh my god dude!" he exhaled in delight.

His face repeated the same frantic, eager nuzzling he had done in my
pits. His warm breath through the well-worn fabric was making my own cock
drip and I pushed his head lower until his nose was under my sack.

"Oh Fuck!" he huffed, "So good."

"Thought you'd like that, pig."

I was about to pull my hairy sack out and tell him to lick them to gauge
how "straight" he was and hopefully feel him take my cock into his warm
mouth but he pulled back and stopped stroking again.

"Fuck, I'm close," he groaned standing again, "I want those pits"

In his excitement his voice and groans had gotten louder than I felt
comfortable with in the public space so I wrapped my arm around his head,
crushing him deeper in my spit and sweat-dampened pit.

"Fuck," he gasped as his body shook from the rapid pounding of his
 meat, "I'm so close."

I shoved my jock down and my cock sprang up smacking the underside of
his. I reached between us and just as my fingers grazed his smooth sack
that was pulled taught up against him, his body stiffened, he let out a
muffled grunt and bucked his hips back.

"Oh fuck!"

I felt hot spunk blast from his cock against my bush. He shook and moaned
into my pit as rope after rope of thick jizz coated my pubes, lower abs,
and hard shaft. I looked down in awe just as his big prick pulsed out a
final dribble and he pulled away from me, flicking the few drops of cum
that spilled on his thumb to the ground and quickly tucked his cock away.

"Fuck! That was fucking hot, " he said looking down at the mess he made
of my crotch then up at me, "Sorry... I couldn't last..."

"It's ok," I smirked as I wrapped my palm, filled with his dripping
semen, around my gooey shaft and gave it a few tugs, coating my length
with his cream, "I like it."

It was a lot quicker than I was expecting and I was hoping to get my
mouth on his big dick or his on mine, but a man shooting a thick load on
me is a huge turn-on for me.

"Are you close?" he asked in an urgent whisper traced with growing
panic and I could see the nervousness return, this time mixed with guilt,
no doubt from the instant memory that he had a wife.

"I'm good," I shrugged and tucked my gooey cock back in my nasty jock,
smirking to myself as he watched in awe at my lack of cleanup.

"Thanks, that was hot. Mind if I go out first?'

"Sure."

He peaked his head out, stepped out, and just before the door closed, he
held up one finger indicating it was not safe yet for me to leave.

I chuckled, pulled out my phone with my non cum-covered hand and  I
smiled realizing my stink made this "straight" guy blow his load in less
than ninety seconds. I looked at my sticky fingers as I waited to exit
inconspicuously so I could wash them off but as I swung the door open I
decided to clean up with my tongue. With my splooge covered thumb in my
mouth I looked up and froze.

Standing there staring at me was a handsome older silver-haired man in a
 tailored suit.

I had been caught!

It felt like time stood still as panic flooded my body. I was going to
just push past him and run but as my eyes darted up and down I saw he had
cocked his brows and was subtly rubbing the front of his pants.

I smiled around my salty finger with relief and excitement, nodded and
stepped back into the musky stall.


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