sweat

by robert craig

Late afternoon. Roy hears the porch door open and bang shut. Bruce is back from his run and he finds Roy in the small bedroom naked on the unmade bed. Roy is on his back, his arms folded behind his head, exposing his hairy pits, dark hair that spills over to his chest. The chest hair that swirls and thickens and runs down his torso where it thins before becoming a thicket of pubes, a soft sanctuary surrounding his dick that is erect and throbbing while he watches Bruce kick off his running shoes and get out of his sweaty clothes. In his underwear, Bruce turns to head to the bathroom to hop in the shower. Roy says no. 

And Roy's pulse quickens as he watches Bruce pull off his tightie-whities. The elastic waistband making his swollen dick bounce. Bruce holds up his underwear and smells the cotton crotch. Smells his own musk and grins. 

Then he straddles Roy on the bed. His knees on either side of Roy’s chest. Still holding his briefs, he shoves them into Roy’s face to smell. Roy growls.

Bruce takes his underwear and rubs them in his armpits, soaking up the sweat from his run and the scent of the day. 

He makes Roy smell his briefs again. Roy’s cock jerks with arousal.

Bruce rubs his briefs all over Roy’s face, slowly dragging the damp cotton across his nose and mouth. Roy inhales the scent. Cock wet. Heartbeat throbbing. 

Roy grabs the underwear out of Bruce’s hand and smells it again. Breathing in the pungent perfume of Bruce’s balls and ass. A stew of armpits and sack sweat, seed and sex.

Roy tosses the briefs to the floor. Precome dripping from his dick. Leaking ready.