And there it was. As he was spotting me, I could get glimpses of Tyler’s cock and balls as he was freeballing it in his gray sweat shorts. He had cut those off shorter than most straight guys would do, and from this angle underneath it wasn’t hard to see his manhood. Not that I was looking. But there it was. Just inches from my face. By then he had broken into a light sweat. As I was trying to concentrate on my reps rather than the view, a mesmerizing aroma of musk hit my nose. It wasn’t mine; it was his. The musk from his ballsac was coming out of his pants and hitting my nose. I had never smelled something like that before. I had ever been this close to anybody’s crotch except with Cindy. And truth be told, she smelled like tuna. Not pleasant. But this musk coming from Tyler was animalistic, exotic, and intoxicating all at the same time. It was time to switch again. The whole time I was spotting him, I wondered if my crotch too was releasing scents that would end up in his nose. I didn’t know. I didn’t dare ask. And then it was my turn again. Once again, I laid down on the
