"Just a minute!" I shouted as I scrambled for my clothes. Another knock. Not rude or hurried, but assertive. A glance in the mirror showed that I was still flushed from my recent fantasizing. No amount of fantasizing, however, could have prepared me for the eye-popping, jaw-dropping sight behind my door. It looked like the smirking jock from the "Big-Dicked Asians Near You" ad had stepped out of the screen and into the hallway, looking somehow even more smug standing there in the firm, flawless flesh. Probably the first time one of those ads was accurate.
A strange smell hit me as I opened the door a little wider, definitely sweaty, but also woodsy with peppery undertones.
"I'm Danny. Dan's fine too. Or Big D," he said with a sly grin on his square-jawed face. "Just moved into the unit across the hall. Sorry I'm so sweaty," he said with a crushing handshake that left my hand damp and tingling, "Been moving boxes all day."
"No, that's…you're fine. You smell, uhh. Great, actually. Like a spicy forest." Did I really just say that? "What, um, cologne is it?"
Danny laughed. "No cologne here. That's all me," he said, reaching up to turn his baseball cap backwards and sending a warm wave of strange scents crashing over me a second time.
"So, you just moved in?" I said stupidly, paying more attention to the tingles radiating from my hand than what Danny was saying. I lifted my slightly damp hand and smelled it. I was rewarded with a blast of pine-scented euphoria that shot through me in an instant before gently faded into hazy fog of blissed-out relaxation. Fuck. Fuuuuck. This guy's sweat was like a cross between poppers and weird, avant-garde cologne. I had really screwed up reality here. Whatever panic I should have been feeling was smothered as I reflexively smelled my hand again, biting back a moan.
"You doing okay there, buddy?" Danny asked, leaning in close enough to send another little aromatic thrill through my shivering body.
"Ohhh. Mmm. Uhh…Never…never better," I said in a distant voice, fighting not to bury my tingling face in his sweaty pecs. God, that would be amaaaazing… my head dipped forward. Inches away, I was interrupted by tinny audio blasting from my laptop.
"Fuck yeah. Little slut. Suck that big, fat Asian dick like you fucking mean it, cocksucker!" echoed out into the hall. Shit! I must have left that porn website on autoplay!
"I gotta…I gotta…" I stammered, flushed with humiliation, arousal, and whatever the hell else Danny's sweat was doing to me. He gave me a wolfish grin and leaned in closer.
"Sounds like the landlord was right about you," he said in a knowing voice.
"I uh… right about me?" I mumbled, staring at the glistening pecs approaching my face.
"He said that there was a fairy across the hall from me," Danny rumbled, clapping a huge hand on my shoulder, "a slutty little fag obsessed with giant dicks. And I," he said smugly, "just happen to have a giant dick."
"Gottagobyeee…" I gasped as I twisted out of his grip, away from his fat bulge, and into the safety of my apartment. I couldn't believe my pervy landlord was telling people that I was gay! I stumbled back into my room, dazed, lightheaded, and horny as hell. Ichiro was gone and a new video was playing on my laptop. "Captain Cocksucker's Bootcamp." This one featured a skinny ginger twink in an oversized camo jacket, freckled face eagerly bouncing in the lap of a beefy Asian stud wearing nothing but an army helmet and a cocky grin.
"Fuck yeah," the Asian giant grunted, twisting his broad fingers in the twink's strawberry red hair before dribbling his little head like a basketball and slamming balls deep. "Oh FUCK yeah," he exclaimed, throwing his helmeted head back and holding the squirming, squealing ginger firmly in place with his tree-trunk arms. The camera lingered on the sculpted muscular arc of the top's torso, glowing with sweat just like Danny in the hallway. I couldn't tell if he was cumming or just savoring the moment. He eventually looked back down at the teary-eyed, pink-cheeked, whimpering twink impaled on his dick with a self-satisfied smirk before loosening his grip and returning to a casual bouncing pace. "I think your war face could use some more practice, captain."
UPGRADE TO PREMIUM?
I didn't even realize how close I had been to climax when the clip abruptly stopped. I also didn't realize that I had been subconsciously sniffing my hand the whole time to keep the buzz going. There was still a very faint smell of cloves, but the blissful haze had mostly lifted, leaving behind a vague sense of contentment. Not quite sure what I was looking for, I scrolled to the comments.
"WHY are the super-orgasms ALWAYS paywalled !?!" I was a little confused by the first comment. I initially thought this was army-themed porn, but maybe this supposed to be some kind of superhero parody?
"Wait, is this the one where he gets hooked? Like, for real?"
"He's totally addicted now. You can tell in all of the scenes he does after this."
"That's 100% an internet/porn myth. Asian cum tastes amazing, but nobody has ever gotten chemically addicted."
"Can confirm. All pretty tasty, but Korean is the best 9 times out of 10."
A growing sense of alarm cleared the last of the warm fuzzies from my mind. What the fuck was going on? I flipped the magic book back open.
"While research is ongoing, early clinical tests suggest that several hormonal compounds unique to Asian men are responsible for their unusual biology. These hormones -- almost entirely absent in other races -- are also potentially the source of alleged intoxicating qualities of their bodily fluids (including sweat, saliva, and semen)."
I needed to stop changing reality while I was horny.