I was following a scent that had wafted towards me as I stood in the men's section of SPACY'S, the gigantic chain store, and I turned from the shirts (and the handsome young man that was helping me) towards what literally caught my cock's attention. Sniffing with my nose, I followed the aroma that was both seriously masculine and intense, yet there were undertones that I couldn't pick out. I was intrigued enough to move towards that scent until I turned a corner in the store and, standing behind one of the men's fragrances counters, was an incredibly built and nattily attired man!

As I got close to his counter, I realized that part of the undertones were from the other fragrances on the counter, but as I approached him, I could smell a fresh, clean scent overlaid with a very light citrus peel note. With this was an almost 'after the rain in a forest' scent that made his entire scent nothing short of entrancing. He smiled at me, a quick whiff of a popular mint toothpaste, and then asked if I had any questions.

"Yes," I said, looking at his SPACY'S employee badge, "Paul, what scents are you wearing right now?"

He looked a bit startled, then grinned again and said, "I have on one of our signature scents, "Rain Forest" which has..." he babbled on for a bit of time about notes and highlights and such, then when he ran down I grinned.

"Thank you Paul, but I smell citrus as well, plus another scent that really intrigues me. The store fragrance complements that, but wouldn't smell as good by itself."

"Citrus?" said Paul, puzzled, until his brow cleared and he said, "Oh, I bet it's my aftershave!" He named a little known after shave splash that I recalled had an intense lime peel scent. "I have to use it or else my skin looks like crap, but I try to use very little as management here doesn't like us to use fragrances that are not either carried by the store or of the store line."

I nodded, and then said, "That accounts for the first two scents, but what is that wonderful base scent you have on?"

He looked at me very puzzled, and then shrugged. "I don't have on anything else," he replied, as another gentleman looking and acting like a manager started walking towards us. "Would you like to check out any other fragrances, Sir?" he said a little more loudly, and the 'suit' turned and walked away, seemingly satisfied. "Whew, Mr. Blutz is very particular and he'd be very annoyed with me if you told him that you smelled something other than store products on me."

"Well, Paul," I said, smiling at him and filling my nostrils with his excellent scent, "I still want to know what you are doing to get that incredible scent. Say, you seem to be pretty buff like me, do you work out?"

He nodded, straightening up the counter and looking busy for the managers and the cameras. "I work out three times a week at my gym." He named a gym not far from me at which I had a membership. "In fact, after my shift I'll go there and get in a workout tonight."

"That's great!" I said, "I have a membership there so I can meet you there."

He smiled at that and quietly said, "You seem in good shape too, Sir."

"Call me Mike."

He smiled again and said, "My shift ends at seven thirty, I usually get to the gym by eight fifteen. Is that ok?"

"Fine with me." I waived goodbye at him and then returned to the shirts where my young man was trying to put away all the shirts I'd made him get out for me. I selected a few that I'd tried on and looked good on me, paid and then went home to organize my gym bag.

Promptly at eight fifteen I was at the gym counter, waiting for Paul to arrive. He was a few more minutes but arrived still togged out in his fancy SPACY'S gear. "We'd better change and get started," he said, "I'm sorry I'm a little late."

I just shrugged and followed him to the locker room, the gym a men's only facility and not likely to get any women soon, for it was the old style gym and locker room I entered and most ladies didn't like the grime, the heavy male sweat scent and worst yet for them, but heaven for me was the total lack of privacy everywhere. We picked lockers near each other and Paul began removing his suit and tie carefully, rolling his tie into a neat bundle and placing it on the shelf, then pulling hangers out of his gym bag to hang up his suit jacket and slacks. He removed his shirt to show a very nicely sculpted set of shoulders, pecs and abs, his back as he turned around was well muscled and matched his front. He stood now in only a pair of white cotton boxers and, with a glance at me and the empty locker room, pulled them off and tossed them towards me.

"Maybe the scent you're looking for is in there," he said with a grin as I caught the boxers and inhaled. Yes, there was some guy funk along with the usual scents in underwear, but I did pick up on the scent I was looking for.

"Yep it's there," I said, to his amazement.

He shook his head, standing naked with his jock in his hand and wondering why I could still smell that scent. I was enjoying the look of his mature and muscled body, his hair pattern still only on his chest, abs, forearms and legs. I also enjoyed looking at his ample endowment that swung between his legs as he pulled on his jock. His ass looked like two furry and hard mounds of pleasure, and I made it my mission to explore there a bit later on. I dressed quickly into my workout togs and when we were both ready, stepped out of the locker room to the gym and started our sets.

I had almost always worked out alone, but Paul seemed to just fit right with all of my exercises. We spotted for each other, both of us strangely knowing right away what the other needed and performing the spot work as if we'd done it all our lives. Of course, I enjoyed the feeling of Paul's exposed flesh in my hands as well as his hands on mine, and I believe it worked for him as well, if the slight bulge in his shorts was any indication. I kept smelling that maleness scent from him as we worked out, and anytime I was close enough to sniff I filled my nasal passages with that scent. Paul must have thought I was some kind of nut, but a handsome and well built one, so he put up with it and was wiping down the last station when I mentioned to him that now the base scent I so loved was very strong around him.

"Really?" Paul still didn't understand it, but we headed to the shower room and stepped into the warm spray. We had to bring our own soap and shampoo to this gym, and as Paul began soaping up that scent got stronger and stronger. I reached out and plucked the bar from his hands and sniffed it, but no, that wasn't it. I reached out and scooped up some of the shampoo suds from his head and sniffed, but it wasn't right as well. We rinsed off and then mutually decided to hang out in the Jacuzzi for a bit before heading home. Like I said, the place was empty and we had the room and pools to ourselves. We lolled in the hot water, the scent so strong I couldn't understand why he couldn't smell it and soon the management came by to tell us the gym was closing.

"Hey, Paul, want to get something to eat?"

We stood drying off at our lockers and he paused, thinking a bit. "I've got some steaks and stuff at home if you'd like to come over," Paul said somewhat shyly, "I also have some wine that would go well with it." I agreed and after we got dressed I followed his car to his condo and was settled on the couch with a glass of that wine while he puttered around in the kitchen.

Everywhere in his home was that scent and I enjoyed breathing through my nose as deeply as possible, the scent so pleasant and wonderful to me. Soon he came out and sat beside me, the scent strong now with little undertones of his soap and shampoo.

He sipped his own glass of wine and asked if I was doing ok. "Sure, man, this is nice and relaxing." He smiled and then at a buzzer from the kitchen set down his glass and headed back in, a few minutes later carrying a platter of steaks out to a gas grill on his balcony. He grilled off the steaks, looking as juicy and tasty as he did in my opinion, and then put the rest of the baked potatoes and steamed carrots on plates and set up where I sat.

"Excellent service in this restaurant," I quipped, his laughter helping him relax as well. The steaks were perfect, the bakers soft and buttered, and the carrots cooked but still crisp and crunchy. The wine complemented it all and there seemed to be another bottle on the table with us, which we continued drinking long after the dinner was done, sitting on the couch together, Paul edging closer to me as each glass of wine he drank disappeared. When the bottle was completely empty, Paul was almost in my lap and I decided it was time to make my move.

"Alright, Paul," I said turning towards him and placing my hands on his shoulders, "I want to know right now what that scent is that's been driving me to distraction all day."

"I don't know what scent you mean," he said, a little drunkenly. He didn't seem to mind me touching him, so I continued to move my hands over his chest and abs as I spoke.

"I think you do know, you just don't want to admit it!" I had reached the hem of his shirt and pulled upwards, he willingly allowing me to peel the garment off his body. The scent got stronger immediately and I leaned forward and pressed my face against his right shoulder, sniffing as I went down his arm to his hand. He looked amused by me but I could see stirrings at his crotch. I sniffed my way back up that arm and down the other side to his other hand, then went up from his waist to sniff his abs and then between his pecs. "Hmm, a little stronger here," I noted and then raised his arms and sniffed each pit. "Here too." I stood up and pulled Paul up with me, then reached down to his waistband and grasped the button holding his shorts together.

"I need to check everywhere," I said as I undid the shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. He stood naked now before me, his cock thickened enough to stand away from his body and his balls wriggled with his arousal. I helped him step out of the shorts and then pressed my face into his crotch. With a groan he grasped my head, yet he allowed me to sniff test his groin, cock and balls and finally I stood up and told him the decision I had made.

"Yes, you do have a wonderful natural scent, Paul," I said, as I pulled him into a hug. "I smell it everywhere you are, and it attracts me so much I want more and more of you." He grinned and rubbed himself against my body, then quickly helped me get naked too.

"OK, I guess I understand. Keep sniffing me if you want."

I grinned at him and then pushed him into a sitting position on the couch. Getting down and pushing his knees apart, I got between his legs and then, pushing them upwards and out a bit, found my target. His butt hole, pink, freshly scrubbed and pulsing with desire, wafted his male scent towards me as I moved in with my tongue. His groans of pleasure told me this was what he wanted, even if the sudden slap of a condom beside me and a jar of lube wasn't enough to get the message across. I was having too much fun right where I was, so I was only a little disappointed when he growled, "What are you waiting for? Fuck me!"

I always oblige men that know what they want and soon my rubberized and lubricated cock was deep inside him, his croons telling me that this is his favorite thing to do. He seemed to prefer a gentle fuck to a hard one and so I teased his prostate with gentle, long strokes and only punch fucked his hole a bit, letting the flair of my glans stimulate his pucker. When his cock began thrashing about like a live fish and his balls were doing excellent impressions of yoyos, I figured he was ready to cum and sped up my assault on his hole. That was all it took, and Paul's cock began belching cum out onto his hairy abs, his howls and grunts of pleasure timed to each shot that fired from his cock (helped along by my pressure against his prostate). His internal squeezing upon my cock was just enough for me as well and I filled my condom with a goodly amount of spew, Paul telling me later that as I pressed against his prostate in my orgasm, he could feel the thumping of my spew against him. When we were done, I collapsed upon him and soon he whispered that we'd be more comfortable in bed than sprawled on the couch. I agreed and we tottered off to the bathroom to clean up and then we headed to his bedroom.

His scent was driving me crazy and after we got into bed I flipped him onto his belly, moved between his legs and plunged my cock into him. He was still greasy from our last play, and my oozing of precum helped along as well. Paul didn't protest the bare backing and I knew I was negative, so as we fucked some more, I waited until I felt him inside preparing to spew and then quickly rolled us over so that he rode my cock and shot his load all over his chest. "I want your cum on my chest as well!" he shouted and quickly got off my rod and jerked me to the finish, pointing me towards his already sticky chest, his body hair matted across his muscled torso with sweat and cum. I just played with his ass which was right in front of me, licking at the dribbles from it and pushing my fingers into him, his groans telling me he still was very much ready for more. Even my orgasm didn't soften me with this activity, and soon he was atop me again, riding my cock and letting his cock shoot over me with his third orgasm while I filled him up with hot and fresh whipped man cream. We collapsed again, this time him on me, and we dozed off until the weekend sun slowly brightened the room to where we couldn't sleep anymore.

Paul took one look at the destruction on his chest and bed and just smiled, snuggling into me very contentedly. He still didn't understand it, but what I realized a bit later was that I didn't just smell the various scents of his shampoo, soap, aftershave and fragrance, but I was reacting to his male pheromones which his body produced normally. I knew that I'd fallen in love with him and indeed, he seemed to have fallen in love with me. While I never had the strong urges from his pheromones again, I was always helped along to erection or orgasm by his presence and the wonderful scent that he made as a man.