The time he worked next to these men inhaling their musk, the more he wondered what it would be like to fuck those he worked with, perhaps even his supervisor Alden. It was at times difficult for him to concentrate on work as thoughts of fucking others drifted into his mind over and over,  and he often had trouble hiding his hard-ons behind his uniform – the large bulge was just too obvious. As constantly aroused as he was by his studly co-workers, he had begun having trouble getting it up for his girlfriend unless he was visualizing one of his muscled mates. Wherever they went, she began to notice that his eyes followed the  men, and it came as a strange relief to him when she left and said, “I think you’ve been lying to the both of us about what you really want.”

Even though more men in general were catching his eye, it really was the hard-working studs he worked with that turned him on most. Something about both being blue collar guys in uniform, getting sweaty together from a hard day’s work, just really began to drive him wild. Though he still showered, he found himself starting to skip deodorant and cologne. For some reason, they had begun to overwhelm his nose, but natural musk started to smell better and better. Not only was he loving how he was smelling, but sometimes he would sneak into the work locker room and find an unlocked unit with some sniffworthy clothes in it. Soon he was spitting on his dick and masturbating to the smells and fantasies on the sly.

His fantasies weren’t just about being with his co-workers though – they were about fucking them, and fucking them hard. He longed to pound each one of their asses, and he especially found himself turned on by the power dynamics involved in getting to fuck his supervisor.

Jamie had yet to come out to anyone, and being with someone else was a big step that he did not feel ready to take. Still, his fantasies were starting to consume him more and more. He had no desire to give day-to-day orders, but there was something appealing about being dominant in the bedroom. A primal intensity was building inside of him, an aggressiveness that could only be unleashed with a good fuck.

He channeled his energy more into the weights, his muscles becoming bigger and stronger as he started to carry himself with more confidence. He took pride in his now natural scent, a scent that was even stronger after a sweaty session of lifting. He swore that some of the guys were checking him out just as much as he was checking them out, but a fear remained of losing his job if he acted inappropriately. It was a job he initially took out of necessity, but he had grown to love it. He didn’t have to think much at his job, all he had to do was the task at hand – which gave him more time to think with that dick. It felt so good to think more and more with his increasingly hard cock.