We came crashing into the showers, loud and obnoxious, playfully pushing one another. Enjoying the energy of a warm spring day and being the crazy, popular kids with not much to worry about. They were communal showers and we were used to seeing each other naked after class and generally being goofy fucktards, hitting each other on our butts, pinching nipples, and screaming as we rubbed a little soap on our sweaty bodies.
I had told Matt that he really stank when we were walking back from outside, a couple minutes earlier. Now in the showers, he had one arm up and was sniffing his own pit.
"I think I smell good," he announced to no one in particular, but eying me with a smirk on his face.
Matt was 17, tall and kind of lanky, with enough meat on his bones to look more like a man than a boy. With his left arm up, and his tuft of brownish-blondish pit hair exposed, I couldn't help admiring him. Matt is one of the cutest boys in my class. With spiky brown hair, full pouty pink lips, gray eyes, and a cocky but good-natured attitude, I considered Matt easily the coolest guy I knew.
"Jay, what doesn't smell good about this?" He asked me now, hit cute button nose pressed into his sexy pit.
"It smells like Paula's vagina," I joked, referencing a girl whose vagina seemed especially distasteful, even though, secretly, they all repulsed me.
"Well, it doesn't smell that good," Matt quipped. He got a look in his eye. I could tell he was up to something.
"I'll give you five bucks if you actually smell this sexy sweaty pit and don't think it's delicious!"
"Five?" I asked, playing it cool, and psyched beyond belief that I may actually get to sniff Matt's arm pit as it dripped sweat down the sides of his body.
"Ten," he offered.
I took a step towards him, my friend, my hero, my jack-off idol.
"Alright, you better pay up bitch." And with that, I put my face into the wet crevice of Matt's drenched pit, hovering about two inches from his skin, but close enough to really smell his incredibly strong scent. His cute curly pit hairs were tickling my lips and face, and I closed my eyes in mock-analysis.
Some of the guys were watching now, and giggling at my "gross" endeavor.
I took in a deep breath and it was probably the best smelling thing I've ever encountered. It was 87 degrees today, and we'd been playing hard for a full hour in the hot sun. Matt's pits were ripe, but because he was cute, sexy and amazing, it didn't smell gross in the least. To the contrary, it smelled better than my favorite cologne. Better than my favorite meal (a greek dish I can't pronounce), better than the ocean. While I was enjoying this most awesome, unexpected gift of probably the whole year, Matt threw me for another spin as he grabbed on to the back of my head with his big hand.
"What I tell you, not bad is it!?" Matt laughed, literally rubbing my face into his sweaty and moderately hairy boy pit.
My face was planted in pit. My nose was up inside Matt's pit, his hairs tickling my nostrils, my lips kissing his very warm sweat-soaked skin. I was tasting his ripe pits, while all my friends watched.
This was weird.
"It's delicious, isn't it!?" Matt tussled my hair as he held my head in there, looking down at me while I inhaled his sweaty body odor.
The guys were hooting and hollering now. Both Matt and I were known for doing sometimes outrageous, ridiculous stuff, and this was no exception. No one thought it was "gay" or anything like that. It was just...funny.
"Make him lick it!" Chris yelled.
A few other boys yelled their approval at the suggestion.
"This really is like eating out Paula," I joked, muffled, my mouth shoved in my friend's armpit.
"You heard the man," Matt said, "Lick it."
That was all I needed. I parted my lips, taking in a bunch of Matt-pit-hairs, and stuck my tongue into the wet sweaty boyish armpit. The guys were roaring. Looking up at Matt, he just smiled down at me, a gleam in his eyes. Gay or not, it was probably nice to be worshiped.
I began to make exaggerated licking motions, lapping at the sweaty hairs like a dog.
"MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I 'fake' moaned.
The guys thought that was hilarious, some bent over laughing. I caught a few of my friends sporting wood, which turned me on even more. This was turning out to be, by far, the hottest day of my life.
Matt really grinded my face in there. Under the guise of being silly, I went crazy for him -- twirling my tongue in his delicious pit, and sensually french-kissing the warm sweat-scented boy pocket.
"Yea sweetie, just how I like it," Matt joked.
Matt's boner poked me in my thigh as it inflated. This was too cool. I grabbed on to his chest with my other hand and continued my sweaty worshiping.
"Yeah clean me, man!" yelled Matt. "I want your face to smell like my pits!"
Me too, I thought. For every day of my life! This was fucking heaven!
"Oh my god," Bryan shrieked, "Jay looks like he's fucking loving it!"
With my left hand I grabbed Matt's bicep. He flexed for me. I turned towards Bryan -- "I fucking am! He's a stud!"
They guffawed, thinking I was joking.
You'll never guess what happened next...
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