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.