After Gym
A for-fun, short story of Erin after the gym recording a video for his only-f@ns.
Warning: EXCESSIVE sweat AND musk themes.
Erin groaned, jogging home. A hot sun beamed down on his glistening form, muscles contracting, flexing, and stretching in his tight, white t-shirt, grey leggings, and high-top sneakers, donning his signature pink backward cap.
A cute, medium-sized ferret was walking in the opposite direction of him on the same sidewalk, only a few blocks down from his house.
The man, completely immersed in his phone, earbuds in while casually walking, had his eyes caught by the gigantic mass of a wolf. The canine, not looking directly at him, had noticed in his peripheral the ferret's face flushing upon gazing at the sweat-drenched canine.
Erin continued his jog past him, not thinking too much of it, but on a whim, casually took a glance back while jogging and noticed the ferret looking back, eyes locked onto the lower half of the blue canine's body, The wolf could only take a guess whether it was those massive shoes that held gigantic feet, monstrous calves, humongous thighs, or jiggling, dense, titanic glutes that caught his eye.
The wolf assumed the latter. Within a second of looking back, the ferret's eyes looked up to see the wolf's own blue and purple ones staring into his own, making him immediately fumble and nearly drop his phone, catching it and nearly stumbling while trying to walk and look in the other direction, continuing his walk, but this time much more rushed and stiff in his movements.
Erin only grinned and continued his jog, eventually reaching his little apartment.
Erin opened the door, walked in, and tossed his gym backpack on the nearby couch, shutting the door and immediately plopping down on the sofa after taking off his shoes and socks, making the foundation creak with his weight.
He rubbed over his face with his hands before getting an idea, smirking and grinning to himself.
He took his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, and went straight to the camera. Time for a new only-fans video.
He posted weekly and felt like this was the perfect moment, ripe from the gym, horny, in the mood, and drenched in sweat.
Pressing record, he immediately stood up, turning the front-facing camera on, and pointing it towards his massive bosom.
Pecs were straining through the t-shirt he wore, sweat stains all over the thin and tight material, it looked like it could rip off of his form at any moment, The shirt looked like a second skin as it clung to those beefy muscles, the curve, and density of each and every single one of those abs showing through the fabric as it attached to the muscle, sticky and moist.
With a flex he could rip the tiny shirt in half, in reality, the shirt wasn't small at all, the biggest that the clothing market had, but the gigantic wolf made it look tiny and thin as it stuck to him.
"Sup folks. Just got back from the gym. Been a long time since I've shown you how sweaty I can get, so how about it?" Erin spoke to the camera. Keeping the view focused on those huge pecs and rock-solid, firm abs.
The color of the t-shirt showed off the stains well, specifically around the armpits, the middle of the cleavage, and around the abs where he had sweat the most.
Keeping it at an upward angle looking down at his torso, only the bottom half of his strong, chiseled chin in view, he grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and slowly began removing it, the stickiness from the sweat making him have to peel it off from his bulky abs, riding the shirt up the monstrous muscles of his abdomen, right underneath his pecs, before letting it go and allowing the wet, moist shirt to smack against the top of his abs.
Afterwards, he gave a grin, using his free hand to squeeze one of those sweaty muscle tits, a near-literal fog of musk wafting up from his form.
"Sometimes I even surprise myself with how fucking sweaty I am. Goddamn. No AC on either, I'm gonna stay like this for a few hours, the pure scent of testosterone makes me feel fucking powerful." The wolf clenched his teeth, growling some.
He flexed his pecs, biceps, and shoulders, an audible ripping sound accompanied by the camera catching the flimsy fabric straining against the veins of those muscles before splitting wide open, now in shredded tethers around the muscles that were once covered by the t-shirt.
Erin chuckled, damn this felt good.
He eventually ripped the shirt off of his body, waving the sweat-soaked material in front of the camera.
"Sell it, or toss it?" Erin questioned.
Afterward, he teasingly threw it to the side on the couch, turning around and angling the camera down at his grey leggings to show off his muscled booty.
The two globes of strong, dense glute muscles were accompanied by a doughy thickness that was emphasized by the wolf using his free palm to audibly SMACK against the side of his right cheek, making the dense boulder collide against the other as they started rippling.
"Wonder how many of you want to get in... here."
Erin grinned, spreading his leggings-clad cheeks to show a sweat stain right in the middle of where his ass-crack was, along with stains on top of those wide cheeks, The wolf tilted the camera and moved it to get closer to the fabric, showing off the moist stain better.
"Imagine your face riiight in there. Like a good sweat-rag." Erin grunted.
Bulky thighs were clung onto by the thin leggings, showing every tight, ridiculously bulky groove of thick muscle that bulged out the material.
"Fuuuuck." Erin groaned out, taking the waistband of his pants and starting to peel them off as well with one hand, a slow but steady process as he shifted his palm to either side of his leggings, shifting them down until eventually they were at his ankles.
The wolf stepped out of them when they were on the floor, picking them up and showing off the dark, moist stains specifically near the ass.
Erin grinned, now nearly naked, except he had a bright red thong on that barely held back his stupidly huge package.
More specifically, he moved the camera to his back to show off his humongous, titanic mounds of ass, A tiny thong string started at the top of his buttcrack before disappearing into it further down the line, two sweaty cheeks clung together, dripping and moist, forming a perfect line for his ass crack as they were smooshed together.
There was visible steam rising from the globes, especially as he decided to go even further and tease the camera.
He moved his phone closer and got in a half-squat, spreading legs and tensing thighs to spread those cheeks some, parting his right cheek with his free palm and moving the camera even closer to reveal that tight thong string stuck in between those wet cheeks, absolutely soaked and near ready to snap.
The string was right up against that sweaty pucker, wrinkly, tight, and fleshy, looking like it could squeeze and strangle any object that dared to enter.
Erin put a single finger to the side of that pucker, stretching it out to tease the fleshy insides beyond that rim, wiggling his finger around some against that steamy hole, the inside of that ass crack moist and dripping with heavy sweat.
He let go and let those cheeks clap back together, splashing sweat messily onto the floor, even some drops splattering on the phone's front and covering the view with blurry droplets, to which the canine chuckled and picked up his leggings to quickly wipe it off.
"If you licked your screen you're a fucking freak..." Erin stated.
"I like freaks."
Those titanic boulders for ass cheeks flexed some, the wolf standing up from the squat and bringing the camera around to his front, waving the gym leggings covered in ass sweat.
"I'll put up a bid later, highest payer wins it, unwashed."
The canine was still sweating bullets, his torso covered in it, droplets running down in between the cavern of his huge pecs, abs soaked in it, glistening in the sunlight that slightly beamed through the window.
Erin this time put the camera to his side, further out to show off his huge, muscular body and wide form drenched in sweat, glistening, and steaming from the musk that slowly began fogging up the room, creating a humid air from the sweaty hunk of muscle.
"Wonder how you'd react being here, sniffing this scent in." The canine began.
"Speaking of sniffing."
The wolf tossed the leggings, then peeled off the relatively easiest article of clothing, his red thong, starting from his massive bulge and freeing his dick and nuts, Before peeling them down and off in a swift motion, stepping out of them and then keeping the camera steady to raise the musky, sweaty red thong in front of the camera.
"Now this one is a fixed price. 500k$ even, sound fair?" Erin grinned.
"Pretty pricy yeah? Well, ya don't have to buy it, not like it's a necessity you need to spend your money on or anything." The wolf rolled his eyes.
The blue canine now tossed the last piece of clothing in the pile of sweaty clothes on the sofa, standing completely naked and bare in the middle of his living room floor.
Making the ground shake slightly from his steps, he put the camera on an equal level with his pecs and walked to an unknown place in his house, the camera was dark, and the sounds of something shuffling inside of a drawer echoed out before the canine spoke.
"Ah! There we go, got it."
The wolf then turned the light on, showing off his own room, smiling big at the camera, with a huge phallic object hugged up against the right side of his torso by a bulky arm.
It was an at least 20-inch long translucent pink dildo that wiggled around.
"For the next video of course. Oh, and by the way, I can deepthroat this thing."
The wolf then shifted to place the dildo standing up flat on the floor, before positioning the camera to his back and squatting deep and low, gigantic thigh muscles flexing to carry all of that weight down to the floor with immense control.
Erin hotdogged the thick, translucent dildo in between his monstrous hams-for-cheeks, In a squat, Slowly riding up and down while those huge globes visibly rubbed off their sweat and moisture on the sex toy, the outside of the silicone toy fogging up from the humidity and having droplets of sweat appear rubbed off on it every time it passed through that stuffy, moist asscrack.
"If you want to see me bounce my fat ass on this thing, the more donations, the faster I'll get to it. Tah-tah my good bros."
And with that, the canine brought the camera to his face, gave a big, toothy smile, and waved to the camera before pressing the end recording button.