"Yo, Cliff. What are you up to today? Legs?" Troy asked over his shoulders, giving the changing Cliff only the slidest amount of his attention. Or so he hoped - in the split second he had turned his head, Troy imprinted the view of the almost naked Cliff inside his head. His cock was stiffening again. He regretted only taking some tight shorts with him, his cock would be hard to controll. Tucking his fat head under his waistband, Troy turned fully to Cliff. Giving the guy an undeniably good view at his bare upperbody.
"Cliff, are you deaf? What do you train today?" He repeated somewhat angrily.
Cliff turned. "Oh, sorry. I... damn..." He started to blush. Oggling Troy's body up and down. Troy clearly saw Cliff swallow once or twice while his eyes went over the whole of his body.
"Ehm... Legs. I'm training legs today. Why do you ask?" He said as he finally found his words again.
Grinning like the arrogant jock he felt now and flexing his muscles while taking on his shirt, Troy replied. "Because I figured we train together. Finally showing you the ropes, if you know what I mean." He winked.
As he turned, Troy's gaze fell upon his pills. Following his gut instinct he popped another pill out and downed it quick enough so Cliff wouldn't see him.
Just as he had feared, his cock was almost untameable. It was flopping in and around his shorts while he warmed up with Cliff. Also - his nostrils picked up a very strong scent. It was very heavy and reeked of testosterone. He was sneaky and smelled at his crotch - the scent was coming of his fat, hard cock. He could swear it had taken a darker shade as well as gained another inch or two. Not to mention it's diametre had increased. Clearly. No wonder the waistband couldn't handle that monster.
But what he also smelled was something else. It was... a strange smell that signalled him one thing and that thing only. Horniness. It whafted from Cliff and clung to his sweaty stature like a film.