#pheromones

Holding their head in place as they squirm a little but start to breathe in my scent~

They smell my Pheromones~

They feel the Heat~

Feel how soft they are~

Eventually everything starts to slow down

Their thrashing slows

Their breathing slows

Then their mind slows

And slows

Slows...

So it took me a while to read this correctly but one of the things I love about phenomaman? That his alien physiology leaves so much to the imagination. Like I can easily imagine that his species can excrete a pheromone, and it’s undetectable to most humans maybe beyond a very mild sweetness.

And maybe this is part of why it didn’t work out between him and Blonde Blazer! And part of their physical “incompatibility”. His glands produced a pheromone in an attempt to arouse her as a mate, and maybe she can even tell, but it doesn’t have an effect on her.

Meanwhile, you’ve always thought Phenomaman smells quite good naturally. As a clerical worker in SDN, you don’t often come across him, but when he passes by— you notice. You often chat with Robert when your lunch breaks line up, which is how you’re eventually introduced (as he once often comes to Robert for guidance in emotional navigation, you’ve discovered).

“God, he smells good.”

You mention it offhand when he leaves, to which Robert raises an eyebrow.

“I mean… I guess, as far as superhero’s go he’s pretty clean.”

Which is a fair assessment. A lot of heroes, not to name names, constantly smell like damp, or fur, or burnt debris, or that weird bitter scorch left by infernal portals.

Maybe one day you work up the courage to tell him directly. He’s pretty nice to you— and you don’t make fun of him, so it’s a bit more of a mutual relationship than the one he has with his team. In fact, he’s taken to coming to you for advice at times.

“You know, you always smell really nice. What is it? It doesn’t really seem like a cologne or anything.” His face lights up a little, but he does attempt to reign himself in slightly— Robert has advised him that conversational topics of this nature can be delicate and embarrassing for others.

“You’re responding to my pheromones. This indicates that we have a relatively high reproductive compatibility,” he explains as if it’s only slightly more significant than an everyday occurrence. But he’s elated— he’s considered very undesirable on his home planet, and after his fumbling of Blonde Blazer, he had almost given up hope of ever being mated.

“May I… Make love to you?” You could swear your eyes almost bug out before you remember what Robert had explained to you.

“You… you mean hug me, right?”

“Ah, yes. I’ve been told that is another, perhaps more accurate term for this.”

“Then… yes.”

Someone should check up on him- preferably not Andy he doesn’t want to deal with this rn

Ah boy, due to more limited vision in the caves they call home, euvs tend to use scent as a tool to communicate, specifically things like what belongs to who, marking different groups of individuals and courting. Unfortunately human sweat shares chemical compounds similar to a certain one

Mikey is going to flip Josh’s cocky straight world in its head. All’s well that ends well, right? Happy 500+ followers! Thanks for the love!

“Wow Mikey another incredible training session. You have come so far in 3 months! You killed it today!” Mikey’s trainer Josh said with his million dollar smile.

“Thank you!” Mikey panted. His shirt completely soaked through with sweat. “These last few months of training with you have been life changing, Josh.”

The gym had become a temple for Mikey. He went from a 6’ 4” rail thin loser at 160lbs, to a 220lb avid gym goer. His face had even changed, looking more angular and masculine and held up by a thick striated neck. Mikey looked like he was training to compete and it was all thanks to Josh.

“By the way, I love your shorts, Josh. ” The taller man smiled, through panted breath.

He nodded towards Josh’s skin tight, navy mesh shorts. They showed off his tree trunk thighs and thick shelf of an ass.

“Well they were your suggestion, dude! They totally show off my form. I don’t think I’ve ever had so many compliments on leg day.” Josh said, blushing.

“Josh you have helped me more than you know. I want you to hear me out on something.” Mikey smiled, finally his breathing at a regular pace.

“Oh ya, what’s that?” Josh asked. His killer smile still fresh on his face.

“Well I want to do that for you. I want to mold you into something better, as you did me.” Mikey leered down at his beefy trainer.

Josh’s smile began to waiver. A quizzical look now lining his handsome, jock face.

“Sorry Mikey. I don’t think I follow.” Josh said, looking earnestly into Mikey’s eyes. There was something there Josh couldn’t place. Something new. A fire in Mikey’s eyes.

“You don’t have to understand. To be honest I don’t much understand it myself. Maybe a demonstration would be more beneficial? Tell me, what do you think of that woman over there?” Mikey gestured to the buxom blonde, panting away on an elliptical. “Tell me honestly.”

Josh wanted to say that was really inappropriate, that he couldn’t talk about patrons that way, but for some reason he honestly answered the question.

“I think she’s totally bang-able. 10 out of 10 tits, amazing ass and if she told me to meet her in the single stall bathroom, I would.” Mikey smirked as Josh was completely mortified. How was this happening?!

“Josh calm down. Trust that everything is alright. I think you’ve done enough work today. Please cancel your remaining appointments, tell your managers you’ve pulled something. You need to follow me to the sauna. You actually feel excited about lying to your boss to get some one on one time with me.”

Josh felt a calm wash over him, followed by a bit of mischievous excitement, even as he knew something was very wrong. He made up some bogus excuse to the higher ups at the gym, a little limp to his leg to make it believable. His manager did not skip a beat in letting him take the rest of the day off. Josh never called out.

Mikey led the way to the Men’s locker room. Josh looked around for someone, anyone. He knew something was off, but he couldn’t place it. His heart sank as he realized it was one of those perfect odd hours where no one was at the gym. They had the place entirely to themselves.

Josh waited patiently as Mikey opened his locker. The man began changing in front of Josh. Josh was mortified as Mikey’s large flaccid dick came swinging into view. He knew the man was hung from their workouts, but Jesus! He was more-so upset because it started chubbing up a bit and it was a grower. He had always suspected Mikey was a fag, but this confirmed it for him.

“Dude what are you doing? Whipping your boned up cock out in front of me!?” Josh spewed, immediately feeling affronted by his client.

“Josh, listen. This is completely normal for you. In fact, this is a bit of a ritual for you and I. You plan your schedule around it to give us ample time in the sauna together after we lift. My dick chubbing up is totally normal after pumping so much blood out there in the gym. ” Mikey said matter of factly. Josh shook his head, stunned, but he knew everything Mikey said was true.

“Oh right—total overreaction. Also, sorry I forgot to plan accordingly today with my clients, my man. I don’t think I even brought a suit.” God how could Josh forget? They do this every week!

“Josh don’t be ridiculous. You don’t like wearing a suit in the sauna, being nude is part of the experience.” Mikey retorted.

“Of course, Dude. I don’t know where my head is today.” Josh admitted sheepishly.

“No worries.” Mikey said with a smirk. “Happens to the best of us. Shall we?”

“Oh ya. Let’s!” With that Josh smirked and stepped out of his tight shorts that Mikey had suggested he begin wearing to their training sessions. He tossed them in with Mikey’s sweaty gym clothes, Josh’s smaller uncut cock coming into view, sitting cutely on his thick 5’ 9” bodybuilder frame.

“There it is. What a cute cock. Now Josh, I want you to zone out for a moment while I tell you some things. You are to fully absorb whatever I say as truth.” With that Josh’s eyes glazed over as Mikey began to speak.

…

“Alright Joshy that should do it-- Hey, what’s got you so excited?” Mike asked with a funny smirk on his face, his eyes gesturing down to Joshy’s groin.

Joshy followed his gaze and was horrified to see that his cock had thickened up. The uncut 6” club was pin hard and dripping. He scrambled to cover up.

“I—oh my gosh. I have no idea.” But just then Joshy caught a whiff of something. “What-what’s that smell?” Joshy asked, feeling his manhood grow ever harder.

“I don’t smell anything.” Mike began to chuckle.

“No seriously. You don’t smell that? I think it’s,” Joshy took a big whiff from the air, a small moan escaping his lips. “I think it’s coming from your locker.” Joshy took a tentative step forward. Almost afraid of what he was about to do.

He picked up Mike’s sweaty clothing and took a deep breath. Fuck. He moaned into the musky crotch of Mike’s shorts.

“Ohhhh you’re talking about that smell.” Mike looked at Joshy, that intensity in his eyes burning ever deeper. Joshy took another deep huff, unable to contain his lust, he began humping at the air. His smallish cock bobbing up and down as pre cum whipped from the tip.

Just then Joshy dropped the clothing and turned to Mikey, his pupils dilated as he sniffed the air. He grabbed Mike’s muscled arm and shoved his face right into his hairy armpit. After another deep breath in, Joshy tentatively stuck his tongue out. His knees started going weak.

“Woah. You alright there Joshy?” Mike’s smug look pulled Joshy from his lust. He went completely red as he realized what he’d just done.

“Oh my gosh, Mike. I’m so sorry. I have no idea what’s come over me.” Joshy’s whole body went completely red with embarrassment.

“Joshy—don’t worry about it. I won’t tell your manager, even though you totally just crossed the line there.” Mike smirked cockily.

“Thank you—thank you. I totally did, and it won’t happen again. I have no idea what came over me.” Even now Joshy had to stop himself from trying to smell Mike’s other pit. He would have to settle for the smell that remained on his upper lip.