He Saw You Working Out

By Mutabear

He saw you working out at the gym most days. You were struggling to start a beginner weigh lifting program, to put some muscle on your lean body. You spent most mornings watching the intro fitness videos on your phone, building up your form, and of course staring at him. He was a huge beefy bear, with big thick muscle gut, massive quads, chest hair spilling out his very tight tank top, and the biggest beard you ever saw. He was very much your type, but you were way too nervous to ever do much more than stare and ogle him from a distance. You looked at him hungrily when he was benching one morning, always surprised at the weight the stocky man was able to lift. Mostly you drooled whenever he walked by you, imagining what it would be like to be as masculine and strong as the bearish man.

In addition to his beefy good looks, he had the most amazing and manly scent about him whenever he would lift. His tank top, he always wore rather tight tank tops to show off his muscle gut, was soaked in minutes of his lifting routine. He was always red faced, sweating and grunting, and it was even more amplified when he was doing dead lifts like today. His musk always caused you to tent up in your shorts, and you would always enjoy a fast and furious wank in the gym showers after your workout when you got to watch him lift. However, today was the day he finally noticed your bulge in your shorts, and instead of getting in your face for perving out on him, he smiled. Instead of saying anything, he walked right next to you after you finished your barbell curls. He waited until no one else was looking, and took the two calloused fingers of his right hand and wiped up all the sweat from his left hairy pit, getting the fingers nice and slick. Then he stuck them in your mouth before you could say anything, your eyes going wide at the lewd and raunchy act. You screwed your eyes shut in pleasure and begins sucking on his outstretched index and middle finger. You moaned audibly, loving the strong earthy taste of his pit sweat, giving in to your natural oral submissive tendencies, and before you knew it , your cock was blowing its load in your pants. You didn't care though, the daddy bear musk was too good. You were on cloud nine, even with the spreading dark stain on your baggy basketball shorts.

He smiled at you upon seeing you shoot and started leading you back to the locker room. He moved past the lockers and showers and approached the sauna. There was no one in there, and he fiddled with the door and locked it before putting it out of order sign on the inside glass window. He sat down on the bench and helped position your zonked out body to kneel in front of him. Slowly, almost lazily, he pulled out his heavy cock and thick daddy bear balls from inside his jockstrap and gym shorts. The cock was about five inches long, with a fat mushroom head and covered in dark purple veins. You had never seen such a hairy cock, and it was covered with curly dark fur halfway up the shaft. You opened your mouth, expecting to begin servicing him, but he shook his head. Instead, he just pressed your face into his sweaty nutsack. You quivering with anticipation, eager to begin pleasuring him, but instead he began massaging your shoulders and you simply begin to breathe in and out.

You took in lungful after lungful of that wonderful smell of his, including his musk, the dribble of precum that was slowly sliding down his thick uncut dick, and the faintest aroma of dried piss. He began growling approvingly as he felt your body start to swell under his massaging fingers. Your gut begin poking out a bit, but muscle began blossoming underneath. Hair begin spreading all over your body, and you felt your arms and legs get thicker with muscle. You felt your jaw and upper lip begin to bristle, and a thick beard grew in. Your hair itched, and it retracted into your skull, leaving the top and side of your head buzzed short. You moaned a little bit as your ass filled out, becoming the perfect cub for this daddy bear. Your pits felt prickly for a moment, and shortly after the sensation faded you had a veritable forest of dense, matted, sweaty hair under your arms. You felt it start to get nice and wet, and knew you would be emitting a strong musk of your own. Not as strong as the sexy bear you knelt before, but a potent musk none the less.

You kept getting thicker and thicker, but after a few minutes he pushed you away. Your faculties had come back to you a little bit and you smiled. You flexed for him, showing off your new beefy body, and the bear nodded approvingly. Then you stripped out of your gym clothes, got on hands and knees, and shoved your hairy, sweaty ass up in the air before him. He wasted no time in spitting on your hole and shoving his leaking cock into you. He was dribbling so much precum that it acted as lube, and he buried his short, musky cock in you to the root on his first try. He rutted hard and fast, saying nothing, but was growling and panting and grunting as his massive balls slapped against your fuzzy rump.

It didn’t take him long before he grabbed your hips and buried himself as deep as he would go, letting out a deep and reverberating growl that shook the floorboards. His fat nutsack pulled up, and he unloaded what felt like a quarter cup of bear jizz into you, pumping his load deep in your hole. The pleasure of his orgasm caused you to cum again, and your seed splattered all of the wooden floor of the sauna. He stood up, panting, and smiled at him. He raised his pit, and let you lick it clean. You growled at each other once more before getting dressed and exiting the sauna, tossing the out-of-order sign away. You got dressed, still looking disheveled, but feeling proud and confident, and left the gym.

You got in your car and rolled the windows up and turned the A.C. off. Before long, the car filled with your manly smell, exacerbated by the fact that your dick was hard and leaking already. You kept pawing at it through your shorts, sniffing your pits at stop signs, and working yourself into a horny craze on your ten minute drive home. As you parked, you grabbed your far heftier sack and squeezed, and soon were shooting for the third time in an hour, right into your briefs once again. You smiled as you panted in the humid, musky car as your wet spot grew even more. You couldn't wait to get back to the gym tomorrow and teach more men the pleasures of hot, sweaty bear sex.