Sunday, after David's work out, was spent getting his apartment organized. Going through stuff saved from his marriage, straight porn videos and magazines, colognes and other things. They all found there way into garbage bags. David was throwing away things that he didn't want anything to do with anymore. He was just as sweaty from cleaning out his life as any work out from the last week. He was starving and went to a drive through and grabbed a burger. It was still nice that he headed to a park to eat outside. He was sitting at a table in the park when a cop on a bicycle stopped by and began to chat. David could smell his sweat and knew the cop had to be getting a nose full. David's suspicion was confirmed by the cop adjusting himself as they were talking. David smiled at the cop and the cop lips made a shaking smile. The cop then excused himself suddenly and rode off. David just sat there and smiled. He got up, went home and jerked off. He was exhausted and went to bed early, enjoying the smell of old sweat and cum on him.

The morning began with a different kind of surprise. David was used to seeing his body change over the past week and things were still changing. However, he didn't plan on having to find some older pants and an older belt. Nothing seemed to fit him right. Every thing was baggy on him and he was not happy about this. More shopping was going to be in order after work tonight for new clothes.

David got to work and began his drone like day. He kept busy with his crappy job, but today was odd. More and more people stopped at his cubicle to spend time to chat with him. A lot of the women that David had found attractive, but showed no interest in him while he was married, or after his divorce were taking time to speak with him. David was polite, but each one after they had left David curious why he had found them attractive to begin with. The other guys in the office were speaking to him more as well, however they all seemed to be uncomfortable with him, never looking him in the eyes. David just took it as an odd thing he wasn't used to.

Lunch break came and went. David was back in his cubicle after lunch when Mike, his boss, stopped by.

"David," began Mike, "when you get a moment could you come into my office."

"Sure Mike. I can save this file and following now if you like?"

"Um, well, uh," Mike suddenly looked uncomfortable like the other guys that had started talking to David earlier, "sure."

David got up, but Mike had not moved, so David stood there looking at him. Mike made eye contact, blushed and then quickly turned around and started walking to his office. They both entered the small office and David closed the door behind him. He was in kind of trance, like when he was working out. David just wanted to focus on Mike for some reason. David made eye contact with him as Mike sat behind his desk. Their eyes locked and Mike began to squirm.

"David, there have been a couple of people in the office express concern about you."

"How so Mike?"

"Well, um this is odd," stuttered Mike. "People have been saying that they are finding you distracting. They said that they seem to not be able to work with you around because they want to talk to you."

David laughed, "Well, that is a funny complaint. I am not doing anything different from the past however many years here."

"No, in fact your work productivity is up," stammered Mike. "However, the people around you are saying that they are now having problems concentrating."

"When did people start complaining," asked a shocked David.

"I had one guy come in on Wednesday, two more on Thursday, five on Friday and then eight this morning, before lunch," counted Mike.

"Can they say what it is that I am doing?"

"Well, I find this odd to ask, but are you wearing a different cologne or something," blushed Mike.

"I have stopped wearing cologne," smiled David, suddenly becoming well aware of what was happening. He didn't even have to take the supplements that Wayne had been taking. His body was starting to make its own scent that was distracting the men of the office.

"Oh, um, uh, well," said Mike as he searched for the next thing to say to David. "You are clean and it is not an offensive smell, but I guess that there are people that are finding it distracting. Is there anything you could do to cover it?"

David suddenly thought of his conquest in the sauna and envisioned Mike as his next prey.

"Do you really want me to do that Mike," asked David in a very low growl.

Mike eyes widened, as he was staring right into David's eyes. "No. I wish I could smell like that."

"Then I will keep working as it is," smiled David. "You wouldn't want me to come into here smelling all sweaty and gross."

Mike opened his mouth, but nothing was coming out. David stood up and left the office, closing the door back behind him. He knew that Mike would not; even better could not come out of his office for sometime, at least until his cock went down, or the wet spot had dried. Mike was not an unattractive man thought David; he was just a weak ass weasel, the kind of man that upper management loved. He yelled at people to get their productivity up, instead of encouragement. He played favorites and ignored people whom he didn't like. David had been ignored since Mike came into be manager a few years ago. Suddenly Mike couldn't ignore David and David was going to make sure that Mike became his first conquest, outside the gym.

The rest of the day went fine for David work wise. He just kept plugging away, taking projects that were on slate for later that week and getting them out of the way. David figured if he got far enough ahead they would just let him take all of Friday off. A real three-day weekend sounded like a good thing to him. Maybe even throw in an extra work out and still make it to the bar on Friday night.

David left work and headed for the local department store that he usually went to get his work clothes. It was in a mall, which always sucked going to, but he didn't have any other plan. Once he got to the men's section, David began to browse for new pants and shirts. However, he didn't know his size anymore. Things had changed so much and he knew there would be more changes, so he was leery of buying new things.

"Can I help you sir?"

David was startled out of his thought by the salesman.

"Yes," smiled David, noticing the very handsome, older man with a goatee. "I have lost some weight recently and my pants and shirts are a bit baggy, but I don't know what size to get."

"Well, that is what we are here for," smiled the salesman. "Some of the new kids may not know how to take measurements, but a few of us still remember what it takes to fit a man. Let's go back to the fitting area, so I can grab my tape and get you started."

David followed the man, sizing him up the entire time. This was a man who took great care of his self. Through the suit David could tell that he had a solid frame and his clothes hung on him perfectly. They moved with each step and David could see the pants catch on his calves. This was a strong, older man. The salesman went to a drawer and grabbed a measuring tape, a paper pad and a pen out and led David to the mirrors, arranged three in the angle to view as much of your body as possible.

"Do you have an undershirt on sir," asked the salesman?

"I do."

"We can get a better measurement for you shirt if you don't mind just wearing your undershirt in the store."

"Not a problem," smiled David.

David would not have stripped down to his undershirt a week ago, but he felt good about himself now. Take off his tie and his shirt David revealed the white Under Armour shirt that he had taken to wearing under his clothes. It was tight fitting and you could see the black hair of David's torso swirling underneath it.

"If you would lift your arms sir, I can measure you chest," asked the salesman, somewhat stunned.

David complied. The salesman approached David and wrapped the tape around his chest.

"Please drop your arms sir."

David continued to follow the directions of the salesman. The salesman checked the tape around David's chest and then leaned into read the number. He paused and took a deep breath. David smiled He could smell his odor and the salesman took a deep dose of it.

"48 inches Sir," stated the salesman.

The salesman wrote it down on his pad. He then proceeded to measure David the rest of the way for the shirts. Each measurement, the salesman took his time to touch David's body and inhale his scent. David noticed that the front of the salesman's pants were tented and this made his cock start to stir in his jock.

"The measurement for the shirt is done Sir," stated the salesman. "Would you like me to measure for your pants."

David smiled, "I don't think I can take off my pants here for that, or do you just want to measure me with them on?"

"Follow me Sir," said the sales man, as he grabbed David's shirt and tie, the pen and pad and took off.

David followed him just a few racks over.

"This is our private fitting room Sir," smiled the salesman. "Some of our clients are not comfortable, or not wearing proper clothing for measuring in public. If you had not had an undershirt on, we would have come here."

That salesman led David into a small, comfortable lit room with mirrors on all four walls. There was a chair and a rack to hang clothes. David went over to the chair and took off his shoes. He stood up and dropped his pants without a thought. He then walked back over to the salesman and stood in front of him, wearing just his undershirt, jock and socks. The salesman went to his knees without saying a thing. He took the measuring tape and wrapped it around David's waist. The salesman then dropped the tape and wrote down the measurement. He then measured the inseam. The salesman's face was right in from of David's crotch. David could hear him breathing deeply, as if to try and smell him better. David's cock twitched and began to grow, pushing the jock out. The salesman picked up the pad and scribbled the measurement down, never taking his face away from David's jock.

"Your measurements are complete Sir," said the salesman, not moving. "Is there anything else I can help you with today."

"I don't know," smirked David. "Is there something special that you more experienced salesmen know how to do that the younger men don't?"

"Yes there is Sir."

The salesman then reached up with his hand and freed David's cock from the bounds of the jock strap. He then took the full length of it into his throat. David groaned with delight. The salesman quickly took out his cock, to keep the precum that had been building from seeping through his underwear and onto his pants. Once his cock was clear, he began to stroke it as he sucked David off. David was just enjoying the thought of this man taking care of not only his clothing needs, but also his sexual needs. David didn't even have to ask him to suck him off. The salesman just wanted it. David began to buck his cock into the salesman's open throat. David realized that the man had no gag reflex, so he began to pound harder. He placed his hand at the back of the salesman's head, so he could not back off his cock. David was about to shoot and he did not want to have it spray all over the man's work clothes, but he wanted more for him to drink his load. David felt the salesman's sweat pooling on his closely cropped head and that sent him over the edge. He buried his cock in the back of the salesman's throat and erupted. The salesman began to moan as he smelled the full onslaught of David's crotch. The smell caused the sales to spray his load between David's legs.

Very careful, David withdrew his milked cock from the salesman's mouth, so not to drip on any clothes.

"Be careful where you step Sir," intoned the salesman. "I am afraid I made a bit of a mess on the carpet."

"Thank you," smiled David.

David went over to the rack and began to redress himself.

"How many pants and shirts do you require Sir," asked the salesman, as he gathered himself.

"I will take two pants and three shirts for now. I am on a new work out program and it is changing things very quickly, so I don't want to spend to much money on things I might outgrow."

"Yes Sir," began the salesman. "I understand completely. Would you like me to pick out the items that I think best would suit you?"

"That would be very helpful, thank you," smiled David.

"Just close the door behind you once you are ready Sir. It will lock automatically."

The salesman left the small room as David finished redressing himself. He checked himself in the mirror. Even his eyes had a different look about them. They had become more intense and sparkling in a way. David could see the air of confidence about him. He liked this change too.

David left the fitting room and saw the salesman at a cash register. The pants and shirts were already box and in a bag, waiting for him.

"Is there anything else that I can help with tonight Sir?"

"I don't think I need any further purchases," replied David, handing the salesman a credit card. "I will need someway to contact you when I need further fittings, perhaps for a new suit."

"Yes Sir," replied the salesman, blushing. "I went ahead and placed my information in the shirt boxes. I hope that I can serve you some time, very soon."

"Perhaps you could join me for a work out sometime?"

"I would enjoy any time that you could spare, Sir."

"Have a good night," nodded David.

David had signed for his receipt, not noticing that the salesman had given him a discount on the clothes, and walked out of the store, out of the mall and toward his car. He went home, made dinner and went to sleep, dreaming of fucking the salesman in the sauna.