“Hey jared, you cock juice yet?” A muffled yell and mild struggling told him his friend was still alive and moving inside his balls. He had swallowed him earlier that day with intents to let him out but damn it felt so good feeling him struggle against being a sticky cumshot. Besides, he needed the extra energy for wrestling. He grabbed his junk and stroked it, massaging his swollen balls and sweaty cock. “Good, i want you to feel me fuck this guy from behind after i wrestle him”
filling out those calvins!
My story for my trade with @maletf32
—————————————————————————————- It had been a pretty tough week trying to get back into the gym after a longer than intended break. Lately you’d felt more motivated due to all the images showing up in your feed of be buff guys showing off and you’d set out some small goals and began to work on them.
It was tough though, having a goal weight for an exercise but lifting 10 kilos lighter than you wanted was disheartening and an arrow to your pride. Saturday rolled around and you took a bigger hit than usual. A combination of a week of exhaustion and just not being as strong as you thought you were had you lifting even lighter than you did at the start of the week. That was it for today, you motivation and drive completely shot after one exercise. You promised yourself you’d find another way to get exercise in today but not the gym, you just weren’t feeling it. You picked up your gym bag and began to walk out. As you got to the entrance you were stopped by a big Arab guy around his mid 20s. He was huge standing about 6.6ft tall in with bulging muscles. He was no bodybuilder but the tight compression tee and shorts definitely made him look much larger and he was already much larger than you.
He broke the intimidating awkwardness with a smile,
“hey man, got a minute”
You weren’t really in the mood to talk feeling embarrassed about your failed lifting attempt but something about him kept you rooted in place and interested.
“okay cool, I work for a supplement company and we’re trying to get feedback on a new flavour of protein, care for a free sample”
Before you had the chance to respond he had already handed you a couple packets of single serve samples. You thanked him and awkwardly stuff them in your gym bag before manoeuvring around the big guy blocking the door.
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After you arrived home you felt hungry, it wasn’t time for a meal on your new plan yet but you needed to have something, a shake maybe, that would be the heathy choice but your vanilla whey from the grocery store tasted awful and you really only drake it out of necessity, but whist debating with yourself about if you wanted to subject yourself to the terrible taste of bland protein you remembered the samples you’d been given earlier. Pulling them out from your gym bag you read the label “Djinn Whey: Salted Caramel”. Well the branding seemed a bit on the nose of a supplement company run by an Arab family but the cartoon picture of a Djinn coming out of a protein shaker made you chuckle to yourself and you decided to give this new flavour a shot, hell surely anything would be better than that terrible bland supermarket vanilla.
You poured one of the sample packets into your shaker and screwed up your face, it was much clumpier than normal powder, a lot more dense. Even after trying to break it up with a spoon it still clumped together like magnetic sand but it didn’t seem like it had gone bad so you mixed it up with the right amount of water and prepared yourself for an awful tasting experience.
To your surprise the shake tasted incredible, it was sweet but with the right amount of saltiness to balance it out. Way better than the vanilla you’d been taking for the past week. You were shocked there was no sugar in this at all, who knew all natural stuff could taste this great. You were already hoping the guy who gave this to you would be at the gym on Monday so you could ask if it was being sold yet and if not ask for more samples. The amazing taste and refuelled your energy and motivation realising you still had about 2 hours before your next meal you thought it’d be a good idea to go for a swim at the beach as a way of getting some fun resistance training it to help build up your strength.
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Once you arrived at the beach your confidence began to fold, seeing heaps of jacked tan guys walking around made you think it might be best just to keep your shirt on whilst swimming, but you were still determined to swim. You got in the water and began to just relax, treading in the calm ocean exercising and meditating at the same time. The water felt weird though, like the clumps of sea salt were digging directly into your pores. Your body felt itchy too, a strange sensation that you brushed off as sand moving across your body in the water. Something else felt weird, like butterflies in your stomach. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to start exercising right after drinking a thick protein shake. You told yourself you were just feeling bloated but, it didn’t feel like that. It was almost like as your muscles began to pump up from swimming the sensation was spreading from you stomach out to your whole body. we’re you really that calm you could feel the protein being absorbed straight into your muscles? no that’d be crazy. You looked at your body beneath the water and couldn’t make much out from how the water distorted you underneath it but you skin seemed….darker.
After an hour of casual exercise you couldn’t take it anymore, you were sore and your jaw line had become incredibly itchy which you thought was from the salt water and sand splashing against your face. As your placed your feet on the sand below and began to make your way out of the water you felt heavier, larger. Even your feet felt bigger. As you got closer and closer to the shore you could see more of your body above the water and something had definitely happened to you. It wasn’t the water distorting your body your body had actually changed, skin had become darker, dark hair had sprouted all over your body, your muscles miraculously inflated and that itching on you jaw wasn’t from salty water but instead a thick black beard. You’d somehow become a hot middle eastern jock.
You had no idea how this happened but you couldn’t deny you were actually excited about these changes. You rushed home to really take a look at all the changes.
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After arriving home you thought a shower would be the best place to investigate what had happened and to wash all the salt and sand off your body.
Getting undressed you noticed your muscles were the only thing that had increased in size as you were now sporting a hefty 9inch softy. In the shower your noticed it didn’t stay like that for long as you felt up your new body you felt horny and watched your new manhood spring to a 10inch hard on. You rubbed your body with soap feeling every new peak and valley your new muscled had made, you felt the sand wash away but it was almost like the salt remained. After enjoying your new manhood for a solid hour you stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed but not feeling as clean as you thought. The feeling of salt was still stuck to the surface of your skin and a pungent smell of musk began to radiate for you pits. You ran your hand along your chest collecting left over sudsy water on your hand, you watched as the soap bubbles quickly popped and bubbled away as the water turned into sweat on your skin.
Your bathroom was cold and refreshing but your body temperature began to rise as it felt like the heat of the middle eastern sun was beating down on you,
you lifted one arm to see your dark pit hard completely drenched and musky steam flowed out of your armpit, soon your whole body had a faint air of stinky steam rising off of it, you were socked for less than a second as the steam found it way into your nose. The salty smell of sweaty burnt and clung to the inside of your nostril making you horny all over again as you mindlessly reached down to your dick and began to pleasure yourself again.
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Monday rolled round again and you found your new self motivated to go to the gym to push your new muscles to the limit. It would be a challenge at times, not because exercise was hard work or anything so trivial like that. No you had new challenges now like trying not to stuff your nose in your pits whilst doing shoulder press, trying not to slip off the bench from the pool of sweat that quickly formed as you sat down and your biggest challenge, trying to find the right distance to stand in front of the mirror where you’d be able to see all your muscles in detail without the steam constantly pouring from you body fogging up the mirror blocking your view.
You weren’t stupid but you’d definitely forget yourself at times, like after a deadlift, licking your palms or an intense cardio session were you might get the salty sweat caught under your nails and suck the tips of your fingers like you’d just eaten an wonderful meal.
You were no longer embarrassed of failing your sets last Saturday, you were happy you did. If you hadn’t maybe you would have missed those free samples, and maybe you wouldn’t have transformed into this beautiful salty, musky Arab jock you now see in the mirror.
But as you got in your car to go home, sealing the vents of course to keep the smell of salty musk trapped in with you, you remembered, you still had 2 more packets sitting in your gym bag and if one did this to you, what would two more do. You salivated at the thought of what might happen and the possibilities, maybe you should email the company, you were sure they’d love to have you promote that delicious, salted caramel.
His scent is extreme. The smell signals your mouth to water. You begin smearing your face against his pit as you mix the sweat and scent with your spit. There’s a lot of hair there. Touch it. Twist the hair between your fingers. Notice how your fingers smell like his pits now.
Just got done absorbing this guy at the gym one whiff of my pits and he was practically begging for me to absorb him now look at how much hairier I am.
Fur generous.
Just having some fun with my belly 😉
Mohammad had just finished freshening up after a hot shower. He needed some time to wind down after a pretty busy day at the office. He had a whole routine planned for his evening to recharge his batteries, which started with a steaming hot soak in the shower.
After he stepped out of the bathroom, Mohammad proceeded to put on a pair of freshly washed sweatpants and a tank top. He then went on to change the bed sheets on his bed. Then, after turning on the TV to Hulu, the doorbell rang. Mohammad hurried to his door and brought in his ramen order from Postmates. He smacked his lips as he brought it into his room, the aroma of the pork broth filling his nose.
Mohammad enjoyed slurping his ramen as he watched some Hulu original movie. Although the plot was pretty stupid, the comedy was on point. Once the movie was done, Mohammad threw his head back in pure bliss and a full stomach. He laid there on his cotton pillows, feeling satisfied with everything he had treated himself to. Though he was feeling content, Mohammad couldn’t fall asleep just yet. That’s when he hopped out of bed and went over to his dresser. He opened the bottom drawer and gazed upon his jockstrap collection. Between various colors and styles, his jockstrap collection was as impressive as it was extensive. Mohammad liked using a different jockstrap for every guy he hooked up with. His collection grew little by little over the years until he had a whole drawer full of jockstraps, each one tied to a specific body.
“There it is,” Mohammad said as he plucked out a blue jockstrap with a drawstring on the crotch. He held it to his nose and gave it a deep sniff, inhaling the smell of his old cum and the sweat from the guy who topped him. Even though Mohammad couldn’t remember his name anymore, he loved wearing it. Mohammad remembered how that guy was dead set on bottoming, but he managed to convince him to try topping him. Now, after getting cummed in, he had a jockstrap tied to him too.
Mohammad slipped the blue jockstrap on and instantly felt his body begin to transform. His hair began to grow out longer, his beard filled in to a scruffier length, and body hair sprouted out all along his body. His twink body started growing girth, matching the beefy body of the guy who had topped him. His butt inflated slightly to match the furry otter’s ass, and he felt the jockstrap get tighter around the crotch as his new dick grew in size. Within a minute, Mohammad was an exact copy of the otter he had fucked.
“Ahhh… How I’ve missed this body!” Mohammad said as he cupped one of his hairy pecs. He then proceeded to download Scruff, ready for a hookup. One good fuck was all Mohammad needed to make an already great self care night into a perfect one.
no need for showers when I’m your armpit hair the musk is the best part.
#78
Sucks when you don't fit in the shower