Tristin couldn’t help but readjust his crotch as he watched his neighbour lay out onto his hammock. Tristin had only come home for the weekend and he had spent most of it in his childhood bedroom peeping out the curtains at Holden, the big slab of muscle next door. Tristin bit his lip as he watched the beefy, hairy hunk lazily stretch out, showing off his furry abs, thick forest like armpits and boulder like biceps. Tristin could see the sweat glistening across Holden’s body from a long day of working the field and tending to the animals, the big dumb brute had worked his muscles hard and now was relaxing in the sun with a beer. Tristin moved his hand down to his rapidly hardening cock as continued to watch Holden get comfortable, his large, hairy, melon-sized pecs jiggling and bouncing as he swayed in the hammock. It was then that Holden raised his right arm and lent his face close to his pits, the simple jock pulled away in disgust but then chuckled in delight at the stench, he then grabbed his beer and laid back to bask in the sun. Tristin could have cum there and then at the very sight of the smelly, furry beast delighting in his own musk, he could no longer just watch as Tristin found himself running into the bathroom, his jeans and underwear already around his ankles as he locked the door. Slamming his own tight bubble butt onto the toilet, Tristin started to jerk his cock vigorously as a wisp of green smoke appeared over his head and the thought of Holden smelling his pits replayed in his mind.
