Hot Tub

You tried not to look at the other man in the hot tub as you got in. He was huge, his body heavy with mass and muscle, his face laden with fat that was apart of the padding that covered his physique. He laid against the edge, arms spread eagle on the side of the pool. There was something about him that made your heart melt. He was drenched in the bubbling water, curls of chest hair matted to his soft pecs, his face red from the heat. You nodded as he greeted you, allowing silence to follow.

As you spent time in there you began to feel strange. There was a strange smell hitting your nose, something you were almost sure was in the water. As you looked over to the man there was definitely something off. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, his beady eyes locked on you to contemplate  You felt your head begin to lean a little bit, growing dizzy. 

"You doing alright?" He asked, moving closer.

"Yeah I'm fine" You answered. You didn't feel fine. You looked up and took a deep breath to try to resettle, only to find yourself drinking in more of the smell, your head made even more light and fuzzy. Your surface tingled, not from the heat, but arousal you realized. You moved your eyes back to the man who had gone into the center of the pool, approaching.

"Sorry, my sweat kinda just does that to boys sometimes."

You squinted, needing a moment to comprehend the sentence. His sweat does that to boys?

You looked up once you realized what he meant, finding his arm raised above you and approaching. "Want more? Yeah, you need it."

You tried to give a response, but your body remained frozen as moved in. Your heart beat faster, your breaths quicker, but that only cemented your fate. You felt his pheromones coursing through your system, your muscles relaxing as he arrived placing your face right in the side of his chest.

Your eyes closed as you felt your mind drowning in his scent, your nose breathing directly from the source. His warm body wrapped around you like a cocoon, trapping you there, your figure a ragdoll in his arms. You weren't sure if the dampness on his body was water or sweat, but you didn't care. Your tongue was out, tasting it, wrapping in the curls of his underarm and drinking it in. You didn't know how long you remained there, but you couldn't help but follow him back to his room once you got out.