woke up with a smile already on my face. I look over at the clock and see it’s almost 9:30. I stretch out and take a deep breath.
After spending last night working until 3 am to make sure all of my work was beyond caught up for my vacation starting today, I am grateful for the freedom the day brings. Waking up without an alarm from sheer excitement to get things going. I toss the covers off and look down past my furry chest and abs to my raging, dripping seven-and-a-half inches of thick, cut morning wood jutting out from my dark bush. So tempted to grab it, I resist, knowing today has bigger, better plans. I swing my legs over the bed and stand up.
I walk into the bathroom and lift the toilet seat, aiming my softening cock towards the bowl relieving myself of a strong morning piss. As the stream trickles down, I rub the last few drips from my piss slit around my reinflating head. I grab my toothbrush and while I brush, I take a minute to admire my reflection.
At thirty-seven, I’m in the best shape of my life. Thanks to the past year or so of grueling workouts with my trainer and strict diet, I have the body I’ve always wanted. I wasn’t really out of shape before but had never taken working out seriously enough to lose the few extra pounds or get the definition and build that is now finally my reflection.
I stand just shy of six feet, with broad shoulders, big bouncy pecs, and round biceps. Tight abs, thick thighs, high calves, and my favorite part, a big, fat, round, muscled, shelved-out bubble butt.
I’ve got a thick covering of dark fur on my chest, abs, and everywhere below the waist, especially my densely furry trench. I trim a bit around my crotch and balls so my cock doesn’t get lost like a mushroom in a forest, a little around my hole for easier access, and, thanks to years of laser hair removal, my upper back is finally smooth. I usually keep my face clean-shaven but have let a few days of scruff grow to compliment the dark seventies-style mustache I had been growing for this weekend. I had also let my dark brown, wavy hair grow into a shag, really completing the vibe.
I spit out the toothpaste and rinse my mouth out. Looking back up into my green eyes, I wink. “Hey there, you hot slut!” I say to myself with a smile.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I still have plenty of insecurities, but the hard work is something I can appreciate, and have been getting the kind of attention I never thought I would. It was building my confidence and I know I’ll be able to have the kinky, long weekend I have been fantasizing about.
Was all this work just for a weekend? Of course not… maybe the mustache, maybe my hair was grown out instead of cropped and tapered, and maybe I did get my ears pierced. But the body was something I promised the fat inner kid inside me for years and finally achieved.
I was going full-on “pornstar” mode and wanted the attention I normally hide from. I’m not a prude, but I definitely don’t hook up often. I’m a hopeless romantic with a filthy mind. So when I’m home, I tend to date more than sleep around. And in West Hollywood, with everyone in each other's business and worried about reputations, I keep my kinky mind at bay. With work being so busy lately, I haven’t had much time for anything. But this weekend, it’s all going to change.
I reach into the shower and turn it on. I take a quick whiff of my pits and smell a faint trace of deodorant. “That certainly won’t do!” I murmur to myself before stepping under the spray.
I love natural, manly smells. Sweaty, musky balls are my favorite, followed by pits, then ass. Sweaty ass - definitely, not dirty hole. I get so turned on sniffing on a used jockstrap that’s ripe with sweat, cum, and piss.
I wash my pits thoroughly to rid them of any last traces of deodorant, knowing it will be the last time they get washed for a few days as well. A quick once over everywhere else and I turn the water off.
I pat myself dry, drop my towel and walk into my closet, and squat down in front of my “special drawer.” The one that holds all my fun gear. It’s pretty empty as most items are packed for my slutcation but there is one of my favorite new(er) jocks. I purchased it, and many other items, in preparation for my trip and have worn it for the past nine days at the gym.
I can’t help but take a whiff of the crotch as I hold the used jock in my hand. The smell isn’t the strongest, but definitely not subtle either and the pouch is just starting to really show its stains. That will all certainly change soon enough.
I slide the thick, black, white, and yellow elastic band around my waist, adjust the straps around my thick furry cheeks and arrange my rapidly growing dick in the white pouch that is starting to yellow with the collection of piss, precum, and sweat previously leaked in it.
I grab a pair of black shorts, but the slutcation starts today so opt for a pair of short white running shorts. I slip them on followed by a black, stringy tank top, and grab a pair of socks and my well-worn trainers before heading to the kitchen.
A quick coffee and bowl of oatmeal later, I am ready to head out and leave my apartment behind. I grab my last suitcase, gym bag, and keys and am practically skipping down the hallway to the elevator.
As I get off the elevator, I can feel the morning heat of a Los Angeles August and smile walking over to my jeep. I throw the bags in and head to the gym for a final sweaty pump before my trip.
My workout was an intense full-body circuit so all my new muscles were pumped followed by thirty minutes of cardio, resulting in me drenched head to toe. My pits starting to take on their natural manly scent, my jock is soaked and the white running shorts are practically transparent. I’m not usually such a showoff but today the slut comes out.
I timed everything out so coming to the gym at 10:30 was the perfect time when it was practically empty and I wouldn’t be looked at as obscene by the regulars. I knew too many judgy queens to bother with, but I wanted to kick the day off right. As I walk to the locker room I do notice a few other muscle patrons eyeing me up. The attention is definitely welcome.
I peel off my tank top, kick off my sneakers and socks and throw them in my locker before grabbing a towel. I slowly peel my shorts down, my big ass framed by my jock sticking out in the air. Lingering for a moment before straightening up and stepping out of them I see someone out of the corner of my eye staring. I turn to look but only catch the steam room door shut.
I slide my jock down and head to the shower stalls. I take a quick cold rinse to cool myself down with no soap, obviously. After drying off I wrap my damp towel around my waist and walk past the steam room. I can’t see anything through the steamy glass door.
Usually, the idea of getting caught while cruising in public scares me as much as it turns me on so I avoid the steam room, but today I’m letting myself indulge. I open the door and feel the thick steam surround my body. I stand still for a second, allowing myself to adjust to the foggy, dimly lit room just in time to catch two figures moving further apart on the lower bench.
I take a seat across from them to get a good view of who's there with me as I spread my legs. Within seconds the two other patrons’ towels are open wide again and both are stroking, staring at me. Nervously I stare at the larger of the two.
Tall, broad, rippling muscled, smooth, blond adonis daddy type, stroking a thick cock with a low set of heavy nuts. His tanned skin is wet and glistening, and completely smooth from head to toe, even his crotch is without any hair. A few feet away to his left is a younger guy with a similar form but not nearly as broad or defined or smooth. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a nice average-sized cock that is curved up. I look back at the daddy who is staring at me, stroking his fat dick and I subconsciously lick my lips.