C2BB and Sock worship with the gym jock

[Godlybeast2]

 

PART 1: 
Going to the gym is my usual routine. I spend most of my day sitting for work and the lack of physical activity makes me uncomfortable. It was a nice summer day in July, the heat was blazing when I hopped in my car to head to my local cheap gym. I walked in, scanned my card, and made my way to the locker room to change. I love locker rooms; so much variation...eye candy of all of shapes and sizes. I have this thing where I like just enough skin to show that it makes me wonder what else lies beneath. The smells too, post-workout sweat is probably one of the hottest things, in my humble opinion. It ravages my fantasies and dreams.  

I don’t actually know this guy’s name, but for the purpose of the story I will call him James. You see, there is this guy that I always catch in the corner of my eye when he is bench pressing or squatting. His body is slender, but toned. Each muscle strongly outlined in his slightly too small attire.  This particular day he was wearing a Nike sleeveless shirt, with long arm holes that went half way to his waist, a pair of black shorts that shows some compression shorts streaming down his muscled legs (never forget leg day boys!), a pair of somewhat beat up UA runners that shows the hint of his black no-show socks. I would later learn his shoe size is US12.  

As I generally show up at the same time every day, I seem to always arrive half way through his workout because he leaves to hit the locker room about 30 minutes into my own workout. I would get a short amount of time to enjoy his workout, and often time it just ends up motivation for me to work harder. For some reason, seeing other toned and hot dudes pumping iron gets me working harder...and leaves me with a bit of chub in my own tight boxer briefs. I have enough self-control to keep myself from getting a raging hard – I save that for after when I beat off.  

This particular day, however, just as I set off to the change room and start finding a locker in the changeroom, he walks in behind me. He looks like he just arrived off a construction site; wearing some gray sweatpants, a bit dirty and a black dusty tank top. The biggest thing that drew my eyes, though, was his beat-up steel toe boots. Ya know the kind...tan boots, scuffed up all over from wear and tear, portions of the front toe leather basically gone and clearly looking like they hadn’t been replaced in a couple years.  

The gym is fairly dead around the time that I go, but overall, the locker room is small with only about 50 lockers and 3 benches to service them. He strolled over, dropped his bag on the ground, found a free locker two down from my own and began to pull out his gear. Once he got it all lined up, he popped his boot on the side of the bench and began to unlace them. Once they were sufficiently loosened, he pulled out his foot and to my utter surprise, he wasn’t wearing the usual crew socks one would expect with a constriction boot – instead, he was wearing some Under armor no-show socks, black, that basically were so tight they looked like a second skin. I could see the sweat on them. I couldn’t look directly at them, I didn’t want to be obvious nor did I want to make him feel uncomfortable, so I just stole glances when I had the chance. Soon enough he had both off, dropped his pants and I got a good look at this equally skin tight compression boxers. I would see the outline of his cock through them, looked to be about 4’’ soft, good girth and seemed to hold a really hefty set of nuts.  

 
He quickly throws on some shorts, and without changing socks, pulled out his usual beat-up shoes and threw those on. I followed suit and made my way out of the locker room to warm up. While working out, I couldn’t help but catch him out of the corner of my eye, the picture of his half-naked body tormenting my mind - it took all my will power to keep myself from getting hard but nothing was going to stop the slow trickle of precum that threatened to expose the real nature of my thoughts.  
 
I was just finishing up my hour long work out, my muscles sore and a little stiff, so I reluctantly tore my eyes away from him and made my way to the locker room once again. About 30 second later, he again walks in beside me...sweat dripping down his forehead and a clear sense of wetness about his clothes. He popped open his locker and pulled out a towel from his gym bag and began to strip facing away from me. The locker room was dead, as the gym was basically empty. First came off the shoes and those beautiful no-show socks slipped out of them. I could see the moisture on them, so in fact that he left foot prints on the tiled ground. He quickly lost the rest of his clothes and when he pulled off his socks, he stuffed each one into their respective shoes (left to left and right to right) and made his way to the shower, towel in hand, without bothering to cover up. His body was mostly hairless from the waist up, but he had a really tight looking ass with a light fur covering the cheeks and into the center. I could see the shadow his overly warm low-hanging balls from between his legs and I almost began to drool.  

He was quickly out of sight when I heard the shower start up and the door to the shower stall close and lock. I sat their stunned for a moment, barely realizing I was having a mental show down with his beat-up shoes barely showing those socks sticking out of them, sitting on the floor under the bench he was just changing at. My mind was racing...I just needed to touch them quick, hold them to my face and inhale his full day of work and the workout he just pumped out. I knew they were soaked with sweat and my cock began to grow, despite my every attempt to keep it down.  
  
My heart was racing and my cock grow to its full 6.5.” I went over to his bench, knelt, and picked up a shoe. I slid out the sock and took a quick peek at the inside. Size 12...I chuckled to myself... they would span my whole face. I quickly grabbed the other sock took a quick look; I could see the shape of his foot in them like it had been ironed into them and could see it in the sweat marks on them. I pressed them both on my face. They were soaked and it was like getting hit by a truck....my eyes rolled in my back of head and my now rock-hard cock twitched and a small stream of precum soaked into my boxers. I knew they were not old socks per se, probably fresh that morning, but that didn’t stop the July heat from its course in a full day of working in those boots. They smelt incredible. I couldn’t tear myself away from them. Anyone who has been near a well-muscled man when he takes off those boots knows exactly what I mean 😉.  

I felt like I was drunk on them. Taking full deep breaths with my nose, his scent was filling my world. I couldn’t help but picture them still on his feet, relaxing at home with a beer while I worshipped them like the alter of God. I reached down and gave my cock a squeeze, feeling the now massive wet spot in my boxers and when I pressed on my cock head I nearly came. Fuck! I thought, be careful...don’t jizz now. I had to take my hand away and focus on the scent. I was lost in it. So lost, in fact, I didn’t notice the shower had turned off and only realized when I heard him, jolting me from my reverie.  

“What the fuck is going on...” He stated, firmly and standing there with the towel wrapped tightly around his waist. 

I nearly jumped out of my skin, dropping the socks on the ground, and not even thinking of hiding my clear erection tenting my boxers out. I mumbled a curse out and a nervous apology to him and made my way to my own bag and started dressing as fast as I could. He was beat red, seeming to be too flustered to say anything else. He grabbed his stuff from the locker and made his way to a bathroom stall, I presumed to get changed out of sight. I used the opportunity to dress quick and exit before he was done. I couldn’t face him after what I did. I didn’t know if he would beat me up or something.  
 
I made my way to my car and sat in it. I was shaking in disbelief that I could be so stupid. Keep in mind my back would to the entrance of the gym. I was in tears when I heard a sharp knock on my car window. I looked over and saw him standing there, staring down at me with a blank expression on his face. He indicated he wanted me to roll down my window and I meekly complied. I look up at him, my reddened eyes trying not to cry, and he bent his 6’2 frame down and stared directly into my eyes...his eyes were a deep blue with a hint of green around the edges.  

“You want to explain what the fuck that was about? You a homo or something?” He asked, not with as much anger as I could have imagined, but it seemed more like a genuine curiosity.  

I nodded shyly to him, “I...uh...am so sorry, I knew I shouldn’t have done that. I just wanted to see, break out a little. I promise it won’t happen again. Please don’t tell anyone.” 

He stared at me for a few more minutes before silently walking to his car, starting it, and then leaving.  

I was left in my car, stunned and unsure of what to do. I eventually collected myself enough to drive myself home. I didn’t think I could ever show my face there again.  

PART 2: 

A few weeks went by and I finally began to want to continue working out more than the embarrassment of getting caught and I decided to get myself ready and head off to work out. I arrived at my usual time, hit the change room – it was empty, except for my noticing that his work boots were there – changed and made my way out to the weights. He was set up at the leg press, facing away, and I could see his beat-up trainers fighting to push against the weights he has stacked on the side.   

I tried my best to ignore him and focused on my workout. After doing some pull-ups, I turned around and spotted him staring at me. Our eyes met for a moment before he turned away, slightly flustered, and made his way to the locker.  

I decided at that moment I didn’t want anything to be awkward and so I would go confront him about it, apologize again and not have to feel so out of place when I really wanted to continue my 5-day routine. A followed behind him and he was already in the process of untying his shoe laces when he notices me walk in. I walked directly up to him. 

“Hey, can we chat a moment? I really am sorry for what I did, and I really don’t want things to be awkward with this whole thing.” I stated, matter of factly and trying to hide the fear in my voice. 

He stared at me for a moment before going back to untying his shoe laces “You still haven’t told me what you were doing.” He looked up at me quick, “Well?” 
 
I took a deep breath and quickly thought, fuck it...if he thinks I am a creep, so be it. “Well, I was clearly sniffing your work socks...well they turned me on. I saw you with your work boots on, then saw you work out. I lost control. I shouldn’t have and I won’t do it again.” 

He stood up, shoes now off and the same socks (thinking if that’s all he owns) just below me. I didn’t look down though, I kept eye contact when he spoke.  “Wow. That’s pretty fucking weird.” 

“Is it? I mean, pardon my assumption, but I am guessing you’re straight.” He cocked his head ever so slightly, “Do you not enjoy the smell of a woman? If you think she’s hot, does her pussy not drive you wild? Well, why would be different for some homo and a hot working guy.”  

I realized I was annoyed at being called weird.  

“Whoa there bud,” he stated holding his hands up in the air, in a peace offer, “sorry I didn’t mean to call you a homo yesterday. Ya know, just how the guys talk on site. I was just shocked when I walked out of the shower. No worries bud, no need to feel awkward.” He smirked,” My girlfriend always thinks I am gross when I come home from work and won’t go near me until I have scrubbed up good. I guess it’s flattering that it turns you on so much if I think about it. Anyways, she is gonna wonder where I am if I take too long.” 

He turns to finish what he was doing and I turn to get back to my work out. As I was about to walk out of the change room, I hear him call out again.” 

“Yo, the names James. See ya around” 

I turned around, “Chris here. Check ya later.” 

I went back to my work out and guess he had left by the time I was done my sets. I opened my locker and noticed immediately a black ball sitting on my gym bag. I pulled it out and was immediately hit with a familiar scent. I pulled the ball apart and was shocked to find it was the socks he was wearing earlier. I started to shake as I stuffed them into bag, changed hurriedly and rushed home.  

I pulled in to my garage and quickly hit the button in my car to close the door. Not even waiting for it to close, I pull out the socks he left from my bag, pulled them apart and immediately shoved them under my nose. They weren’t warm anymore, but they were still wet with his sweat. My cock took only a few seconds to grow to full mast as I was pulling my pants down with my free hand.  

I started jerking off, dry at first but it didn’t take long for me to self-lubricate. Soon I was jerking my precum soaked cock and inhaling his manly work scent as deep as I could. Every breath was like heaven as my balls started to tighten. It was a little embarrassing but I was gonna cum in no time. Soon I could feel my balls tighten even more, one even disappearing into my body as my whole body began to shake. I left out a roar, muffled by the fabric of his under armor socks over my mouth and the first shot escaped my cock and I could feel it whip over the hand holding the sock over my face. A second shot drenched the shirt on my chest, then another and another. My balls were throbbing so much it was almost painful. I could swear my soul left my body.  

After sitting there, covered in my own cum, taking small breaths into and out of his socks, I sighed pull them away finally. Once I returned into my body, I took a moment just staring at his socks with a smile from ear to ear. I noticed one has a small hole in them before I rolled the socks up and stuffed them back into my bag. I smiled to myself and went inside to shower.  

PART 3: 

The next day, I went earlier for my workout then usual and managed to catch James just as he was starting to change out of his work clothes. As usual, the locker room was not busy at all. Once another guy departed, I walked up to James and handed him the balled-up socks back.  

He snickered, “Enjoy yourself?” 

You have no idea, I thought. “Thanks for that.” 

“Well at least someone can appreciate my hard work.” he flexed his chest and grinned at me 

“Hey, uh, do you maybe wanna grab a beer sometime?” I asked, trying to sound confident but feeling like I failed. 

He laughed, heartily, “Addicted already?” He winked, “Sure why not.” 

I flashed a smile, and trying not to sound too excited, “Ah..ah..awesome! My place, tomorrow? I’ll throw some steaks on the grill” 

“Sure, I’ll tell the wife I am chillin with some friends after work. She’ll plan a girl’s night or something. ” 

I tossed him my address and agreed at 6:00 then we both departed and went off to our mutual work outs. The change room was busier than usual after our workout, so I thought it was best to not approach him while changing but I didn’t feel so weird anymore steeling glances over at him and was fairly sure he snuck a few looks himself.  

PART 5: 

Friday rolled around and I was nervous all day at work. I had trouble focusing on my tasks and must admit I made a few careless mistakes on a report and my boss admonished me for it, but I just told her I wasn’t feeling well and she let it go.  

Finally, the end of my day rolled around and I shot out of there to head home. I tidied up my back deck and prepped the BBQ.  

Not long after, I heard a truck pull up to my drive and heard the door shut. I popped my up head up over the fence and noticed he really did head straight here from work. He was wearing the same beat-up gray sweats as usual and a tank top I had seen him in before and had a bag slung over his shoulder. He waved when I saw him and made his way over. I paid special attention to those beat up steel toes he was lugging around as he walked down. 

I let him in and walked him back, grabbing a brew out of the mini-fridge that I had stocked earlier. He accepted graciously, grinned and offered a cheers to my bottle after he cracked it open.  

I shook my head at him, “I don’t understand how you can wear those in this heat.” As I nodded to his sweat pants and he looked down, laughed nervously. 

“Better than getting wood chips in my boots.” he replied. When I looked at him questioningly, he began again “I do commercial carpentry.”  

Without thinking I replied, “Well feel free to get more comfortable, the heat is crazy.” 

“Way ahead of you bud,” he stated as he pulled out a pair of shorts from his bag and asked where the washroom was. I pointed him to a door just off the hallway side door. He walked off and returned a short-time later, still wearing the tank top and boots but now in a pair of loose basketball shorts.  

We spent the next 30 minutes or so chugging back a couple more beers and chatting trivially about our work, sports teams, and the weather. After my third beer downed on an empty stomach, I was feeling fairly buzzed and decided I needed to know what possessed him to leave me his socks.  

“I was meaning to ask you, why did you decide to leave me those socks in my locker anyway?” 

“Curiosity I guess; I was shell shocked a bit when I walked in on you but then the more I thought about it, the more it didn’t seem as weird as I first thought, I guess. Why, you looking for another round with ‘em?” he laughed when I realized I had unconsciously kept looking at his boots. 

“I wouldn’t say no!” I replied, more confident than. He shook his now empty beer can and smiled. I got up to grab us another and when I turned around and he had put his boots up on the coffee table and was leaning back in the chair flashing his pearly whites up at me.  

I hand him his beer and as I went to sit down, he cocked his head towards his boots, “I am sure you can manage to get ‘em yourself.” 

I nervously knelt by the coffee table, thankful that my backyard is fully private as it backs onto a ravine. His eyes trained on me intensely the whole time, I started to unlace his first and then second boot. I slowly worked off his first boot, careful not to pull his sock off while I did, and when I heard the boot release my heart skipped a beat. As soon as I saw his full foot in view my cock twitched in anticipation. I was right, it does span my whole face. I grinned up at him, him still staring at me with a very curious look on his face.  

I decided then I wanted to massage his feet, feel the full effect of this fantasy come true. I placed my hand on the arch of his foot and pressed my thumb. The heat coming off of them was intense and I could feel the sweat soaking through the fabric. As I pushed on his arch and up to the balls of his toes, he let out a low growl like moan and his eyes lost focus and he head tilted back. I let go of all reservations in that moment and took his foot in both hands and started working them like a deep tissue massage. I could smell the musky scent of them in the air when I realized there was a small hole in the outside of them...the same hole I noticed yesterday after our workout. 

Holy Shit! I thought to myself, the same pair he wore yesterday. Two fucking days in those work boots. My mind reeled and pulled my face right to them, shoving my nose into them and inhaling deeply and let out a guttural growl that I was unable to hold back.  

“Fuck yea, get in there bud!” I heard him say, almost to himself as much as me. At the same time, I felt him press his foot harder onto my face and wiggle his toes a bit to make a point. My cock was straining hard against my underwear and they were soaking through with my precum. I was flexing my cock and even the feeling against the wet underwear was making my balls tighten.  

I quickly pulled off the second boot and gave that one a massage, all the while he was still moaning deeply with the pressing of my hands and face into them.  

I glanced up to him, my nose still pressed against his sweaty socks, and noticed he was playing with his cock through his shorts. I could see that his shorts were noticeably bulging out and his fingers were gently rolling over what I imagine was the head of his cock.  

I then reached down and grabbed my own cock, twisting my body so that it was easier to reach but inevitably easier to see as well. I started gently stroking my cock, feeling the wet spot grow as I poured more precum from my aching, full balls.  

“Fuck you’re hot” I said, more loudly than intended, to which he caught my eyes and stared at me deeply.  

He suddenly pulled his feet back from me and quickly slid down his shorts and off his legs before pushing them back on my face. He was wearing short trunk style white Saxx boxer briefs clearly a size too small, as I can clearly see the fabric stretched tightly over his swollen cock. It looked massive as my eyes were glued to it.  

He played around with the fly for a bit, trying to free it from its restraint; when it suddenly popped out, I was faced with what must have been an 8” cock, hard as concrete and covered in light pulsing veins. He was uncut, with enough foreskin to cover the head completely even when rock hard. He started pulling back the foreskin with a deep moan as the head appeared and copious amounts of precum boiling over as he did so. It was dripping down the sides as he once again pulled the foreskin up.  

Me, still breathing his two-day old sock scent, looked up to him, “I can take care of that for you, you know return the favor,”  

For the first time since this started, he broke his intense stare and grinned at me, “What ya waitin’ for?” 

I reluctantly let go of his socks and crawled up between his legs. First, I pulled his balls out to join his cock and began gently licking them. I can taste the salty buildup of sweat from a sweltering day at work and rolled by tongue over the clean-shaven skin of his nuts, lapping it up like an obedient dog. This elicited an approving grunt from him and a good hard pulse in his cock; clearly more precum.  

After his balls were good n cleaned, I moved my lips to his foreskin. I could smell his cock, not in a bad way, but was def aware he had worked all day in the heat. I started by gentle rolling his foreskin around my lips and gently pressing my tongue into the opening and feeling my tongue get coated in the thick silky precum. It tasted good, slightly salty but definitely the best precum I had ever had. I gently pulled it back, letting the head of his cock slide into my mouth. 

“Fuuuuu...” was all he could manage to get out, his head falling and his hand moving to grip the back of my head.  

I slid the head of his cock deep into my mouth, willing my throat to open and praying I don’t gag on it. My desire won and with his head now fully exposed, it slid down my throat until I felt his balls on my lower lip. His grip tightened and forced just a little more in then I was able to take and I pulled back slightly.  

“No,” was all he said and he doubled down, pulled my head off about half way and then forced me back on. My throat relaxed again and this time he was able to hold me down while he flexed his cock a few times. I could feel the thick jelly like precum coat my throat.  

When he relaxed his grip, I started going to town, working a good fast beat of his cock pulling all the way out and then slamming back balls deep in my throat.  

Admittedly, as hot as this was, after a good 10 minutes of the assault on my throat I had to take a break and tapped out.  

I stood up, a little unsteady on my feet, snagged my beer off the table and downed it. James followed suit. “Well fuck bud. That was crazy. Wish my wife could do that.”  

I chuckled back at, as he kept stroking his cock. “Practice makes perfect.” 

“Thinking maybe we should head inside…” I trailed off. I wasn’t sure if he caught my meaning, when he cocked his head to the side 

Part 6.  

I strode over to the mini-fridge, grabbed two more brews and motioned for him to follow. Cock in hand, he followed. 

My bedroom was just off the kitchen, and I walked over and stood by the door, waved him in ahead of me and watched him sit on the bed, gazing around the room.  

I was pleased to see his cock was still hard as a rock, circumspectly still tugging at it. He wants to cum,  I grinned to myself.  
 
I slowly slipped off my underwear, walked to him and helped him out of his. James sat there, with a grin etched into his face but also not sure what else was coming. I slid back down and went back to work, making sure he was good n slick. His dick still leaking like mad, I wasn’t too worried.  

After a few more minutes of getting my throat fucked, I slid up and push him back so he was laying down and I crawled on him. Staring into his eyes, looking glazed over with passion and alcohol, I teased his cock on my hole.  

My ass is smooth, I made sure of that. He was starting to push back and then he seemed to come back to reality for a second. “Condom?” He muttered to me.  

I smirked and leaned far forward, my cock now hitting his chest and reached into a small bin I keep by my bedside. I slid out a rubber and took a quick check of the date. Expired…figures. I grabbed some silicon along with it.  

“They are bit out of date…” I admitted. 

“Fuck, just get on it…” he breathed heavily back to me. I slid the condom on and put a generous serving of lube on before climbing on and lowering myself on his cock. I hadn’t bottomed in awhile, so it was a bit of work to get it in.  

When the head finally popped in, he gave a good grunt and was breathing deep as each inch sunk inside. My breath caught in my throat, riding that fine line between pain and pleasure.  

When I felt him bottom out, I slowly lifted off and down again. Each time he hit that spot that made my rock hard cock drip and throb. I started going faster and was really ramming myself down, wanting his cock to become a part of me 

It didn’t take long for him to give in completely and he grabbed my shoulder and with some force, flipped us over. He grabbed my legs and slotted them over his shoulders, gave me a smile and started to fuck me.  

I was growling and grabbing his tight, muscled ass and egging him to fuck me deeper and harder. I could feel his sweat dripping on me as the heat built up.  

Suddenly the words just poured out of me, “I want you to cum in me, fucking fill my ass man.”  

He roared at me and uttered ‘fuck it’ under his breath before he pulled his cock out and ripped the condom off. With a quick grin and nod from me, he pulled his foreskin all the way back and slid back in.  

The look on his face when he balls deep was nothing short of bliss. He reached back and pulled off his socks, locked eyes with me and pressed them over my face; all the while pounding his huge uncut cock in full, fast strokes. The scent blinded me to everything. I became, in all senses of the word, completely his in that moment. My whole body gave into his ramming cock, lost in his eyes and under the spell of his scent. 

We were both soaked in sweat, he was holding me down and staring at me when he hit the perfect spot. My cock throbbed and my balls pulled up, forcing the first shot of cum. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out and my vision blurred as the orgasm wracked my body. For the first time in my life, I was feeling a true prostate orgasm. My body was emptying into his eyes as my every drop of my cum was covering me.  

My ass locked down, every muscle gripped his cock trying to slow the intensity. It proved too much for James as every muscle on his body flexed and he growled deep in his chest, his cock made one final thrust as deep as he could. The foreskin on his cock pulled all the way back and his head swelled up. The cum was thin, and shot so far into me it wasn’t coming out anytime soon. Each of the at least 12 shots came with a throb of his cock and a pulse in his balls, I could feel everything. Feeling his cum slam into my prostate drove me off the edge again and I came more. Every breath filled with the overwhelming musk of his socks.  

He collapsed on me, his strength gone. He didn’t move for awhile, just nuzzled into my neck, breathing just below my ear. I wrapped my arms around him and relaxed into the moment.  

PART 8 

Once we caught our breath and he finally had the strength to roll off me, his now soft cock slipping out of my well used hole, he just looked at me with grin.  

“Ready for that steak?” I chuckled at him. “Yea man, just give me a minute?” I nodded to him as he hopped up and grabbed his bag, pulling out a phone. I saw him dial a quick number and hold the phone to his ear, “Hey babe, what ya up to?...awesome, hope you ladies are planning a great night...I am already 6 beers in, gonna just crash at my buddy's place tonight...yea absolutely...Love ya too babe...cya tomorrow.”  

Moments after he hung up the phone, he crawled back into bed, sliding his arm up and around me. Looking deeply into my eyes, he pulls my face onto his and kisses me deeply as I start to feel his cock grow again.... 
 
To be continued.... 
 
Hope you all enjoyed this fantasy; If you want to hear more, I will def enjoy continuing.  

Edited March 2, 2024 by Godlybeast2

[BoYGaSM]

HOLY HELL!!!  I’m friggin loving this story man.  I am hooked!

[Asianboy111]

Hot, your story reminds me of my gym crush of high school. Please keep this story going.

[Tacoma2015]

Hot story!

[BareBackBubbleButt]

This is such a hot story. I’m totally into men’s male scents. In addition to the socks I’m into the smell inside a man’s leather work boots. I live in Florida where it’s always warm. When workmen come for a job inside my house they remove their work boots at the front door. I try to get them far away from the front door so I can sniff the leather boots they just took off. I also love to wear the socks and boots of a man my size. When I went to Atlanta a lot I had a fb who was just my size. He would breed me and then let me put all of his clothes on to be surrounded by his man scent. I’d like to chat more about this fetish but only have 2 messages a day. Email or text?