Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2002 01:52:42 +0000
From: Chicago Sucker <chicagosucker@hotmail.com>
Subject: True Stories From A Cocksucker Part 12: "Sweat"

True Stories From A Cocksucker

Part Twelve:  Sweat

By: Chicago Sucker (chicagosucker@hotmail.com)


NOTE: This is a continuation of true stories from my experience as a
cocksucker living in Chicago.  Fantasy sex is good in it's own way.  I
always enjoy reading a good story here on the Nifty Archive.  But no one can
argue that the real thing is much better. So, I decided to write down some
of my true experiences and give others a chance to read about more than just
some guy's fantasy.  I am a real guy with real experiences.  I live in
Chicago where there are plenty of opportunities to meet and hook-up with
men. I am 27 years old, 6 feet tall, 170 ponds, in shape and good looking.
If you enjoy reading about my experiences, if you have any comments or
questions, or if you want to set up a meeting to "put my talents to the
test," feel free to contact me at the email address
chicagosucker@hotmail.com. If that box fills up, I have set up 2 others, so
try one of these:  chicagosucker2@hotmail.com or chicagosucker3@hotmail.com.


SWEAT

The package from Toronto was in my mailbox this morning.  It took a while to
get here, over a week, and it had a customs sticker on it that said packages
may be opened and inspected, but mine never was.  It was in a plain white
envelope with no return address.  And inside was a zip-loc baggie with a
pair of white, wet, ripe boxer-briefs folded and stuffed inside.  When I
first opened the baggie, I took a good sniff, and it almost knocked me over.
  The ammonia smell was very strong.  These fuckers had been sealed in that
bag for over a week.  I took them out and opened them up and examined them.
They are basic white cotton boxer-briefs, still very wet.  The Toronto guy
wore them to a workout at the gym, and mailed them later that day.  He told
me that the baggie fogged up with steam when he sealed them because his
sweaty shorts were still very hot and wet.  This guy wasn't kidding when he
warned me that it was hot in Toronto and that he sweats a lot when he works
out.

As I opened them up and examined them, the ammonia smell seemed to get
stronger.  But as I lifted the shorts to my face to get a good look at them,
I could definitely smell this guys scent.  His sweat was soaked into the
cotton fiber and even after a week, the inside of the crotch where his balls
were held while he worked out definitely smelled like the sweat of a real
man.  The whole area from right below the fly pouch to the back of the
briefs was the wettest area, and I could imagine in my mind how the sweat
ran from his upper body, down his chest and back, to add to the sweat coming
from his balls and ass.  It all pooled there at the bottom of those briefs.
That was the part I rubbed across my face.  I opened them up and looked
inside.  I noticed pale yellow stains near the fly.  Could be piss, I
thought.  But the Toronto guy had told me that he got boned a few times and
that there was probably some drops and smears of precum in there.  I placed
my face inside the briefs, my nose and lips pressing against the fabric that
last week pressed against his cock and balls.  I smelled the ass area too.
I didn't see any skid marks and I didn't find any hairs.  I did a thorough
examination of those briefs, inside and out.  I used them to get off.  I
played with those briefs, smelled them, licked them, sucked on then, while I
jerked off.  It didn't take long.  I stuffed the briefs bag into the zip
lock bag and sealed them shut.  I wanted to keep them in that state for more
usage before letting them air dry.

I ended up getting off with them later that day.  I reexamined them and
enjoyed the wetness of them and how they stunk.  The ammonia smell was a
definite sign that there was some bacteria and fungal action going on.  But
being experienced with sweaty clothes, I know that if I allow them to air
dry, it will stop them from rotting further.  It will also allow for the
sweat and man smell of the guy who worked out in them to come to the
surface.  Once they are air-dried, they will keep forever.  Whenever I want
to use them, I just lick on them or suck on them and my spit will
re-activate the dried sweat and once again they will come to life.
Sometimes I use a water bottle and spray them with a fine mist of warm
water.  And then, if I put them in a bag and microwave them for just a few
seconds, they will return to almost the same condition as if I had just
peeled them off of his body.

I know all these things, because I have done all of this before.  In
college, I actually stole jock straps and underwear from the locker room
and laundry room at school.  This was the same school where I met the 11"
jock cock.  I took one of his jocks and kept it for years.  And another guy
who I thought was very hot, I tried stealing one of his jocks from his
locker, but it got stuck.  See, the basketball team had there own small
locker room inside of the main locker room off of the gym and fitness center
at school.  The door to it was never locked, so sometimes I would sneak in
there when no one was around.  The lockers were different from typical
lockers in the rest of the locker room.  The doors were a metal mesh, almost
like a chain link fence.  The lockers were locked so I had to use a coat
hanger to try and snag the jocks inside.  I got one of Mike's that way.  But
like I said, this other guy's got stuck.  I couldn't get it through the mesh
door.  I ended up leaving it caught there, and I left the wire coat hanger
there too, knowing that they would find it and figure out someone was after
their jocks.

But the one guy I had the most jocks and underwear from was Jay.  He was
also on the college basketball team.  His jocks I stole right from his
closet in his room.  A lot of guys didn't lock their dorm rooms, and Jay was
one of those guys.  And one Thursday night I was in the lobby of the
residence hall, and I saw a bunch of the guys from the team coming back from
practice.  Most were still in their uniforms.  About a half hour later, I
saw them all leave to go out.  It was there weekly ritual.  I don't think
many of them (if any) actually went out to drink.  They just went out to
hang out, meet girls, and get away from campus for a while.  After I saw a
group of them leave and noticed Jay was with them, I went back to my room,
which was about 5 doors down from his.  As I passed his door, I stopped and
tried the door know.  It was open.  No one was in the hall, so I quickly
snuck inside his room.  Each room in the dorms was set up the same and I
knew exactly where to look.  I opened his closet door and there on the floor
was a laundry basket, and right on top was a jock.  I picked it up.  It was
wet and heavy, but cold.  It swelled so good.  I stuffed it in my pocket and
then closed his closet door.  I put my ear to the door out of his room to
listen for people in the hall.  It was quiet.  So I opened the door and went
back to my room where I thoroughly examined that jock strap.  If I didn't
know better I'd say Jay had worn the same jock all week to practice.  The
pouch was discolored, almost gray, and it had a strong, ripe, old sweaty
odor.  It was awesome.  I did all the typical things a fag can do with a
straight guys nasty jock strap:  I smelled it, licked it, rubbed it on my
face, wore it over my face with my nose in the pouch, and I sucked all the
sweat out of it.  From that Thursday night until the following Thursday, I
used it every time I jerked off (at least twice a day) and I even kept it
under my pillow.

My plan was to watch for the guys to leave again this week, sneak back into
his room, and steal a fresh sweaty jock from the top of the pile, and put
the one I had used all week back into the laundry basket.  And that's
exactly what I did.  At about 9:00 I walked down to the lobby of the
residence hall and read a book, pretending to be studying.  A lot of people
did that or went to the student lounge on the first floor.  At about 9:45,
that same group of guys left to go out for a few hours.  Jay's room was left
unlocked and I couldn't believe he was making this so easy for me.  But when
I found that second jock, I couldn't resist keeping both of them.  I wanted
to compare them.  See if there was any difference from week to week in Jay's
ball sweat.  So, with two of his used jocks stuffed in my pockets, I headed
back to my room and spent the rest of the night smelling, tasting, and
jerking off.

All of this happened before I started sucking Mike, the big 11'' stud.  I
just thought I'd put this in perspective for you readers who might be
interested.  And to me, Jay was much hotter looking.  He had a cuter face, a
sexier smile, and he was always half naked.  He hardly ever wore a shirt.
Even during one of the biggest blizzards that winter, when school was
cancelled, he was in his room with the door open, playing video games,
sitting on his bed without a shirt on.  He was the one guy I fantasized
about the most that year, until I got a taste of Mike's big cock, and he
then began sharing the fantasy spotlight with Jay.

So here it was, another Thursday night, and I was about to steal my third
jock from Jay.  I knew I had to put at least one of the first two back or
Jay would start noticing that they were disappearing.  One and even two
could be lost in the laundry somewhere,  Who hasn't lost a sock or a pair of
underwear?  But three jocks missing in three weeks, he was bound to notice
that.  The guys followed there same routine.  And I thought the coast was
clear when they all left together, so I quickly went on my way to my room,
planning to stop off in jay's room to make the jock switch.  But just as I
was stopping at his door and had my hand on the knob, the door leading to my
hall opened and I heard guys' talking and heard Jay yell back, "Yeah, I
forgot my wallet."  And as I turned, he saw me.  I was near his door and my
pocket was bulging with the jock I was planning to switch for a fresher one.
  I was almost stunned like a deer caught in headlights.  I was trying to
look innocent and walk toward my door, but he stopped me and said something
like "What are you doing?"  I was scared and I don't even remember what I
said to him.  He noticed my bulging pocket and he wanted to know what I had
and if I was had been in his room.  I told him "no" and he stood there and
opened his door and I quickly went and turned to go to my room.  When I got
inside, I looked at myself in the mirror, and then I noticed that part of
the waistband of his jock was sticking up out of my pocket.  You know, the
thick elastic band of white elastic with red stripes on it.  There was no
way that it could be anything but a jock.  I panicked   I took it out of my
pocket and shoved it into one of my dresser drawers.  Then there was a knock
on my door and it opened and it was Jay.  He had his jock with him, the one
I was planning to take tonight, and he threw it on my bed and just smirked
at me and told me to wash it and give it back to him when I was done with
it.  He closed the door and I was so nervous and scared.  I didn't expect
this and I wasn't sure what it all meant.  I wasn't in the mood to do
anything with that jock that night.  But in the morning, I got it out and
did my sweat worship ritual.  That afternoon, I washed all of his three
jocks and returned them to him in a plastic bag.  I knocked on his door and
he told me to come in.  I just put the bag down on the floor, apologized and
left.

The next Thursday night, I was in my room.  I wasn't about to be in the
lobby and try anything stupid again.  At about 9:30 there was a knock at my
door.  When I opened it, Jay's jock from that week was hanging over the knob
and as I took it, I looked out into the hall and saw jay walking out to the
lobby.  The rooms in our door were staggered down the hall, so there wasn't
a door directly across from yours.  So even if other guys were in their
rooms and had their doors open, you couldn't see into anyone else's room or
notice who was coming or going from another room unless you stuck your head
into the hallway.  I was thrilled and excited that this was happening, but
also very confused.  I wasn't sure what to make of it.  I didn't think Jay
was gay.  He dated girls and talked about fucking pussy like one of the
guys.  I didn't know until much later that jay was actually bi.

Little by little other things started to happen, like the time Jay knocked
on my door and he wanted to know if I still wanted that roll of carpet in
the storage room or if he could have it for his room.  I only had one piece
of carpet, and it was already in my room.  I knew there wasn't anything of
mine in the storage room at the end of the hall.  Jay was wearing just a
pair of shorts and he scratched under his left armpit as he told me how he
was there earlier today and saw some carpet with my name on it.  So, I went
with him to take a look.  When we got to the storage room, we both went in
and I asked where the carpet was.  He seemed to fake a sense of confusion
and seemed surprise that the carpet was no longer there.  He just said,
"Huh, I must have been seeing things!" and like a dumb fuck I just said
"That's ok" and we both left the storage room.  I went back to my room
thinking how odd that was, and it never occurred to me until later that Jay
was actually trying to tell me something.  Maybe he wanted me to make a move
or something.  Maybe he wanted to ask me something but chickened out.  I
wasn't sure.

Like I said, my room was 5 doors down from Jay, and the next door down from
me on the opposite side of the hall the shared bathroom.  We all had a sink
and mirror in our rooms, but the toilets and showers were in the shared
bathroom.  About 10 or 15 guys shared it on each wing of the dorms.  One
night when my door was open (and I started staying in my room with my door
open a lot from this point on) Jay walked past on his way to the shower.  He
had been working out after basketball practice and it was a Tuesday night, I
think, so the guys weren't going out.  They only did that on Thursdays.  On
the weekends, the dorms were usually pretty quiet and most people went home
or into the city of Milwaukee to do stuff with friends.  Anyway, as Jay was
walking to the showers, he passed my room and stuck his head in and asked
what I was doing.  For the last couple weeks I had been washing his jocks
for him.  Tonight, as he stood there telling me he just finished working
out, he whispered if I wanted his shorts.  He hadn't worn a jock to work out
in, but he was willing to leave his underwear for me.  Of course I said yes,
and he walked into my room, closed the door and took off his workout shorts
and his underwear.  He was wearing basic white briefs.  This was the first
time I saw him naked.  He was usually without a shirt and barefoot and all
that, but I never saw his cock and balls before.  I can't remember who made
the first move next, or if I just licked my lips or something.  But that
night I gave Jay a tongue bath before he took his shower.  I licked his cock
and balls and his legs and feet, his ass, chest, arms and armpits.  He just
stood there, leaning against my door while I did it.  I ended by blowing him
and he came in my mouth in a matter of minutes.  I don't remember every
little detail about this, so I'm sorry if this is a little vague.  And I
continue to think about Jay from time to time and I know that my memory of
what actually happened with us in college has been changed and altered by my
fantasy of how I thought it happened or how I would have wanted it to
happen.  I do remember him at one point asking me if I liked the way he
smelled and tasted when he was sweaty like that.  And I know it turned him
on knowing that I was into licking him clean before sucking him off.  I know
this because he came to my room a lot like that at night.  Sometimes 2 or 3
times a week, and sometimes not at all.  It depended on his mood and what
else he was doing that week.  I don't think he ever told anyone else.  No
other guy from the basketball team ever said anything to me or acted any
different towards me.  I was still pretty insecure about who I was at the
time, and I wasn't out or known as a fag on campus.  I wonder now if that
would have made any difference or if I missed on experiencing more guys if I
had been more honest about who I was and what my place in life is.  I was
just trying not to get my ass kicked by a group of college jocks.  I guess I
lucked out with Jay.  What happened to me is a one-in-a-million kind of
thing.

One thing that came out of my experiences with Jay, is that it heightened my
sweat fetish.  I truly enjoy cleaning the sweat from athletic guys who work
out, play sports, or who just work up a good sweat having sex.  Not everyone
knows about this fetish of mine.  At least not any of my gay friends or the
guys I have dated or had actual dating relationships with.  But this side of
me is something I advertise in my personal ads, in the chat rooms and now,
of course, through these posted stories.  Licking a guy's sweat and cleaning
his body for him as a service and show of respect is commonly accepted among
the level 2 and level 3 guys that I have met.  It is definitely a power trip
and a sign of control over another guy to make him lick your nasty, ripe
armpits, ass, balls and feet.  And it definitely can cause some discomfort
to a cocksucker when a guy takes this to extreme levels.  I've known guys to
stop showering for days at a time just to get themselves as nasty as
possible, and sometimes even I get grossed out by having to clean a guys
pits or ass when they haven't been washed for days.  I gagged just from the
smell and taste sometimes.  But I never refuse to do it.  I can't.  and I
know it's part of my duty and responsibility when servicing these guys and
giving them all the pleasure they truly  deserve.

In the previous chapter, the guy from Toronto admitted that he got a boner
thinking about some fag licking his balls clean after a good workout.  It
was enough for him to actually send me a pair of his underwear.  I spent
time chatting with him and describing in detail everything I did with them.
And I answered all of his questions about the smells, tastes, and how they
looked and felt.  I enjoy a good sweaty jock strap and I stole a bunch in
college because I thought they would be fun to play with.  But each time I
jerked off with one over my face, inhaling that ripe odor, it was the
thoughts running through my head that made it so hot:  these thoughts were
of sweaty, dominant, aggressive guys getting off on making a fag like me
smell and lick their sweatiest, smelliest parts.  I discovered that it was
the smell or taste that I liked, but the pleasure it gave to the guy I was
doing it for.  I don't have an interest in it unless I know a guy really
enjoys making me lick him clean and smell him when he is ripe and sweaty.

So, when I find a guy who fits the level 2 or 3 profile, I let him know that
I am willing to do anything and have few limits, if any.  And a good level 2
or 3 guy doesn't need me dropping any hints or making any suggestions, and
they automatically assume I will be ok with given them regular tongue baths
when they need a shower.  In fact, I get many emails from guys who answer my
ads or who have emailed me after reading this series of stories.  Here are
just a few of the things they say about this topic:

I expect guys to get into my body smell, especially after i work
out and don't shower which is when i smell a lot.

I always liked the idea of having faggots available in
the lockerrooms of heath clubs.  After working out,
you could have a guy lick you clean, then wash you off
in the shower.

Yeah, an ideal world would be one where, when I walk naked into a
public locker room, the fags would be well trained enough to either
just drop to their knees and open their mouths, or to bend over and
spread 'em.  A work out, a blow job, a nice hot shower, and a drink.
Now THAT would be a good day.

If it is a hot day outside or I have been doing
something else to make me sweat, I like to grab a guy by
the hair and shove his face into my arm pits and have him
take several deep breaths before he licks them clean.
He'll also lick clean my feet , balls and ass.

When I arrive I will sit my ass on the couch/bed and flip through some porn.
You will get me a beer and then you will slowly remove my clothes for me.
Starting at my feet, you will clean the stink from my feet with your tongue.
You will undo my shirt and then pants. When I am completely striped you will
continue to use that tongue, starting with my neck then chest, pits down to
my cock. You will not suck my cock, but move to my balls. After giving my
balls a tongue bath, you will feast on my ass. No tongue has graced my ass,
so you will give me extra special treatment.

i like cocksuckers who are meat and holes to use and fuck
their throats, who will eat and swallow my cum piss ass feet
armpits whatever i want because they just are their to follow
directions and don't care what i taste like.


As you can see, there are several guys who get into this, and each one may
be a different in what they like or how they want it done, but each has a
similar attitude, and truly expects that a fag like me will do all these
nasty things just to please them.  And they are 100% right in their
thinking.

There are a few guys out there who unfortunately remain a little shy about
this fetish.  It's almost like they are afraid to let another guy they think
this shit is hot.  I met Jeff through a mutual friend of ours.  I was
helping our buddy mike with a web page for his business he was running out
of his home.  Mike had a lot of cool electronic toys to play with, including
a couple different digital cameras.  I was with him when he bought a new one
when we were out shopping one Saturday.  We took it back to his place and
played around with it.  He took a couple pictures of me just sitting on his
couch and they were downloaded onto his computer.  We were just seeing what
this camera could do.  A week or so later, when I was back at his place, he
showed me some other pictures he had taken, including shots of his friend
Jeff.  Jeff hangs out at Mike's place from time to time, and I guess the
last time he was there, Mike was exploring his camera.  I saw a few pictures
of Jeff just sitting on the couch like I had been.  But Mike also showed me
one he took of Jeff when he surprised him in the shower.  He had walked into
the bathroom and just pulled the curtain back and took a couple pics before
Jeff could cover himself.  And let me tell you, Jeff has a lot to cover.
His cock was 7" soft!  When Mike wasn't watching me, I opened the file with
Jeff's pictures in again, and I enlarged them to get a better look.  Mike
isn't Jeff''s type, or anybody's type actually, and there is no sexual
chemistry between me and him (at least on my part).  Mike is short, pudgy
and rather nerdy.  But he has lots of money and cool gadgets to play with
and borrow.  Anyway, he could tell I was into Jeff''s body and huge cock.,
even though I tried not to let him know that.  Later that week, I guess he
had told Jeff about my reaction to his pictures, and he ended up showing him
the ones he took of me, innocently sitting on the couch.  It was a week or
so later when I was back at Mikes, helping him develop more of his web page
finished.  We had ordered a pizza and were taking a break, eating and
watching the Simpsons on TV when the phone rang.  I didn't hear what Mike
said, but when he hung up he told me Jeff was coming over.  I tried not to
show my excitement.  About 20 minutes later,  Jeff showed up.  He had just
come from the gym and was stopping on his way home.  I thought maybe he was
interested in the free pizza, but it turned out he wasn't hungry.  I found
out later he only stopped by because he heard I was there.  We talked a bit
and laughed while watching another episode of the Simpsons.  Jeff sat on a
chair near the couch where I was sitting.  I could smell his body odor and
it was very intoxicating to me.  Mike, by that time, was on the phone with a
software company, trying to get some help with a problem he was having
installing something or another.  He was getting pissed off, partly from the
computer problems, partly from the noise Jeff and I were making laughing and
watching tv, and also partly because Jeff and I seemed to be hitting it off
and were having a good time getting to know each other.  Mike finally told
us to either turn off the tv and shut up so he could hear the phone, or to
go into the other room and watch tv there.  So that is what we did.  But as
soon as were in there, Jeff started making moves on me and we started making
out.  Jeff is gay and he's not a level 2 or 3 dominat, controlling kind of
guy.  He's actually very laid back and easy going, but horny too.  And as we
made out. My hands rubbed his leg and his crotch.  I was feeling his cock up
pretty good and I told him I saw the pictures Mike took of him in the shower
and that I wanted to see his cock for real.  We closed the door and Jeff
lowered his nylon work-out pants and his underwear.  I kneeled down in front
of him and he said he needed a shower and kinda backed away.  I just grabbed
his hips and kept him still and I lowered my face into his crotch, rubbing
his balls with my nose and smelling him.  I remember him saying "Dude.
You're brave" as I started licking him and I looked up and told him I liked
it and went down on his stiffening cock.  It didn't grow much from it's soft
state, only an inch or so, but it got a lot thicker and it was a very nice,
thick, 8" cock and I sucked him off right there while mike was in the other
room on the phone.  The smell and taste of his sweaty balls and cock was
awesome.  And Jeff was turned on by getting blown in that unclean condition
because he came pretty quick.  He pulled up his pants after he cam and sat
down while I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and wipe the sweat smell
off of my face.  I'm sure Mike figured out something had happened.  Because
after that, Jeff and I started hanging out a lot more and we even dated a
few times.  Jeff had an on-and-off boyfriend already, so I knew it wasn't
going to amount to much more than a friendship with some benefits.  I got to
blow him a lot and it was usually after a workout or a run or something like
that.  he told me his boyfriend would never do that for him and he was
turned on that I was so into his funk.  Jeff eventually moved to California
to pursue a modeling career and I never heard from him after that.

Jeff was sort of an exception to the rule.  It's really rare to find a guy
into getting sucked off when he's smelly and sweaty who isn't a level 2 or 3
dominant controlling top guy.  I wrote about Christopher in a previous
story.  He is an example of one of these guys into having fags like me
worship and clean his sweaty body for his own amusement and pleasure.

Christopher is usually unshowered when he hooks up with me.  More than one
time he has hooked up with me only an hour or so after having come from his
girlfriends house where he fucked her good without a condom.  He'd come over
to my place before heading home to have a beer and to tell me about it.  I'd
usually be on the floor massaging and licking his feet while he talked to
me.  Sometimes he has me do his pits for him too, but mostly it's late and
he's tired and wants this to be quick, so when he's ready, he stands and
opens his jeans and pulls down his fly.  He rubs his crotch in my face a
while before pulling down his pants and taking them off.  He always wants
his ass crack and hole licked clean, cuz he sweats a lot there when he fucks
his girl's twat.    And I am always ordered to clean off his nuts.  When I'm
doing that, I get a good whiff of his girl's cunt juice and can even taste
it on his balls if some of it splashed there during the fuck.  He has me
clean his cock too, which I do first by licking it all over, and sticking my
tongue into the slit.  Then I suck it hard, making a lot of spit in my mouth
to really get it clean for him.  He always gets hard for this, but he
doesn't always get off.  Sometimes he just wants me to clean him and then he
gets up and leaves, knowing that I really wanted to blow him.  Other times I
think he just feels generous or maybe the blow job is really good and he
figures `what the hell, I'll blow another load tonight' and I get a good
load to swallow down.

He knows how to come up with some good ideas too.  One day last summer, he
rode his bike to my house in Evanston.  Christopher lives around 3600 north,
just a little north of downtown Chicago.  That's about a 12 mile bike ride
up the lake Michigan shore line on the bike path.  And the day he rode his
bike to my house was a hot one.  He told me he wouldn't wear a shirt.  He
also told me to have a lot of cold bottles of water ready for him when he
got there.  When he did show up, I was waiting on the front porch reading a
book.  My roommates were all gone.  It was a Saturday, and none of them
hardly ever stick around on weekends.  So, we stored his bike in the garage
and we went inside and without talking, I gave him a bottle of water.  He
stood in the kitchen against the wall, and raised his arm to drink from the
bottle.  I could see his left arm pit, the hair was dark and wet and matted
down.  A couple drops of sweat actually trickled down his side.  He was so
fucking hot and sweaty.  His chest was slick with sweat too, as was his
back, his arms and his legs.  He looked at me and just told me to get to
work.  We hadn't discussed anything, but I knew what to do.  I spent the
next several hours cleaning his entire body, starting by licking his armpit
right there in the kitchen.  Then I licked on his chest and sucked his
nipples a while.  We moved to by bedroom where he sat down on a chair.  I
got him another bottle of water and I sat on the floor by his feet, and
removed his shoes.  His socks were soaked and he rubbed his feet over my
face and through my hair and told me to take deep breaths through my nose.
Christopher does enjoy getting his feet serviced and cleaned.  And he's
rather active, pushing his toes into my mouth, rubbing his feet over my
face.  He tasted very salty, and every part of him was wet with sweat, but
it was like a clean, fresh sweat, different from times before when he would
stop over to my house 4 or 5 hours after a workout, when his unshowered body
had time to really ferment good.  So, there wasn't a strong smell to him,
except for his pits and his crotch.  His ass seemed to be rather potent,
maybe it had something to do with his bike shorts or from sitting on that
bike seat.  He wore underwear (boxer briefs) under his black lycra bike
shorts.  That really trapped in a lot of sweat and they were very wet and
heavy.  When I first put my face in his crotch, I swear my eyes fogged over
with steam.  He continued to sweat as I worked on him.  I didn't have the
central air on, knowing that he wouldn't want it on anyway.  So, I ended up
having to re-clean several parts, mostly his armpits, balls and ass that
seemed to get sweaty again as soon as I licked them clean.  He only gave me
one load of cum that day.  I think he was more interested in making me clean
him and pleasure him that way, and he liked the power of leaving me on the
floor with a hunger for more of his cock and cum as he walked out the door.
He fucked me in the mouth really good.  I remember that.  It was one of his
more forceful face fucks.  Maybe it was because he was really horned up by
making me clean up all that sweat.  By the time he was done with me, I was
soaked myself:  some of it was my own sweat and spit, but a lot of it was
his sweat that dripped down on me or the sweat he wiped on me from his body.
  When he had enough, he took a shower, and then opened up my dresser
drawer.  He took out a pair of new underwear from the drawer.  I keep them
there just for him.  A lot of times he wants a clean, new pair to wear home,
especially if he has pissed or sweated in the pair he was wearing before.
He always left them behind for me to enjoy.  He never said anything about
them,  or told me what to do with them, and I thought maybe he was just
leaving them a s a present for me.  But I later learned that he didn't care
either way.  They were not a gift, he just didn't want them any more.  I
could throw them out or do whatever I wanted.  He really didn't care.  And I
think that is a really cool attitude.  Much better than if he had actually
cared and wanted me to have them as a gift.

Ok, well this chapter has a lot of information in it.  But I'm realizing how
it's only the tip of the iceberg so to speak.  I'll write more about some of
my sweaty experiences and some of my other fetishes (including my
experiences with watersports, beastiality, and bondage toys!).  if you have
any questions or comments about me, or if you are an aggressive, dominant
level 2 0r 3 guy into sweat and extreme throat fucking, I'd like to hear
from you and possibly set up a meeting.  I'm in Chicago, but travel a lot.
Upcoming trips this fall include Toronto, Montreal, Washington D.C. and New
York City.  For this winter, I'm looking at Texas, Arizona, California and
other Western states.  Please write to me if you are from one of these areas
and interested in meeting.

More chapters coming soon!