Jake was sitting in the frat bedroom playing Smash Bros. when his other two roommates, Dan and Bryce. walked in from afternoon class.
All three guys were pretty similar. Pretty regular dudes, like to drink and party, didn’t care a ton about school, and also didn’t pay a lot of attention to hygiene.
The three of them shared a big bedroom in their frat house, and even though they’d only been rooming together for a few weeks, there were already big piles of unwashed clothes and beer bottles all over the room.
“Sup,” Jake said to his roomies.
“Not much, class was a bore,” Dan replied, throwing his bag on his bed and plopping on the recliner next to Jake.
The three guys chatted for a bit, and Dan started playing Smash Bros. with Jake.
Halfway through the game, Dan looked over at Bryce who was doing some homework at his desk.
“Dude, I meant to ask you, why do you have a rainbow sticker on your notebook?” Dan asked.
“Oh this?” Bryce said as he closed his notebook to show the cover. “I got it at Pride this summer.”
“Wait like gay pride?” Dan said, turning in his swivel chair.
“Yeah, I mean, I go every summer,” Bryce responded.
“Wait, dude, are you gay?” Dan said, as Jake turned around and joined the conversation.
“Uh, yeah, didn’t you know that?” Bryce said.
“Fuck you dude, no you’re not,” Dan said smiling. “You’re way to chill and manly to be gay.”
Bryce let out a laugh, “Well sorry but some gay dudes are masculine and chill. Like me.”
“No way man,” Dan said, still in unbelief. “But you hang with us and talk about chicks and no offense dude but you’re almost as gross as Jake and me.”
“Well I don’t know what to tell you man, I’m gay, always have been,” Bryce said and looked back at his notebook.
“Prove it,” Jake said, finally chiming in.
“Prove it, show me that you’re gay.”
“Show you that I’m gay? How am I gonna do that?”
“Yeah how’s he gonna do that, Jake, suck your cock?” Dan joked.
“No, but I have an idea,” Jake said, putting his controller down and rising to his feet. “Straight dudes and gay dudes both get off on different stuff. And both hate different stuff. So if you are really gay…” Jake paused and thought for a second, “come sniff my pit.”
Jake raised his right arm over his head, exposing the dense bush of brown pit hair, slightly wet with sweat from the day. Jake’s big bicep looked like a grapefruit as he flexed his arm.
“Fuck no dude, why can’t you just believe me,” Bryce said.
“Cuz this is the first time we’ve ever heard of it, dude,” Dan said. “Jake is right, you gotta prove it. A real gay guy would love the smell of Jake’s pits. And a straight guy would be grossed out!”
“Fine, dude, whatever. What you want me to sniff your pit for ten seconds or something?” Bryce asked, walking over to Jake.
Jake took a long sniff of his own pit and assessed how smelly it really was.
“I haven’t washed these in a couple days, and I’ve been sweating because of this heat wave too, so…give my pit five long sniffs. They gotta be long and deep. And if you can stand it, then I’ll believe it,” Jake said.
“Fuck fine, I’ll do it,” Bryce agreed.
He leaned his face forward into Jake’s pit. He could smell the stank of it before he even got close. Jake was right, he hadn’t washed in a few days, and his pit was hot and damp.
And Jake was right. Bryce loved the smell of his buddy’s armpit. He took a deep, long sniff and inhaled the masculine aroma, all that testosterone and musk packed into one place.
“Aw fuck,” Bryce moaned as he took his second sniff.
“I think he likes it bro,” Dan said, watching on.
“You’ve got three more sniffs, dude. Keep going,” Jake ordered.
Sniff three was just as good as sniff two, and the same with sniffs four and five. Bryce had closed his eyes and was getting lost in the odor of his roomie’s pit. Fuck it smelled great, and it wasn’t the first time Bryce had smelled it either, as Jake rarely washed his pits and never wore deodorant. Not to mention all the underwear, socks, and sweat shirts that Jake had lying around the room.
“There, five, and I loved each sniff,” Bryce said, proving his point.
“Fuck no dude, that’s not good enough,” Dan interrupted as Bryce walked back toward his desk.
Dan leaned in and huffed Jake’s pit.
“Ok so Jake’s pit is rank, no doubt, but he never fucking washes those things so you have to be used to the smell by now. Fuck, the first thing I noticed when we walked in here was how much it smelled like jock pits. You gotta do something else, sniff something you’re not used to,” Dan argued.
Without missing a beat, Dan walked over to the pile of dirty clothes in the corner and picked up something off the top.
“Fuck yes, it’s still wet, you wore this when we were playing basketball earlier, right?” Dan asked Jake.
“Yeah dude that thing needs washed, it’s why it’s in the dirty laundry pile,” Jake replied.
Dan was holding Jake’s jockstrap, that at one point in time was probably white but now was so stained with sweat that it was all different colors of yellow and gray.
“This thing really smells like dude, even more than Jake’s pits,” Dan said, walking over to Bryce who was still standing defiantly. “Hold this in your hand, and take five deep whiffs. If you’re straight, the rank odor of Jake’s balls will damn near kill you after two sniffs. But a gay dude would huff the stink out of that jock with no problem. Do it, prove it.”
Bryce grabbed the jock from Dan without saying a word. All three men stood close to each other as Bryce took the damp jock and placed it against his nose.
Fuck, Dan wasn’t lying. This jock was rank and smelled like pure dude. Had Jake ever washed the thing? The wetness of it made it even more intense, but again, Bryce loved ever last bit of it. The feeling of the jock against his face, the tangy odor of Jake’s balls, taint, dick, and ass on the pouch. Bryce would sleep with that over his face at night if he could.
Bryce kept sniffing, even past five whiffs. He closed his eyes and got lost in the scent of his buddy once again, this time the smell of his cock and balls, something he’d caught a whiff of a few times, but never like this.
“Dude, I think he really is gay,” Dan whispered to Jake as they watched their roomie in a trance of stink. “Look,” Dan pointed to the rock hard boner Bryce was tenting in his mesh shorts.
“Ah fuck dude, this is getting him hard,” Jake said, taking a step closer to Bryce.
Jake put one hand on Bryce’s shoulder and the other on Bryce’s hand that was holding the jock to his nose.
“That’s right buddy. You likin’ that smell? You like the stink of your buddy’s jock?” Jake whispered.
“Fuck dude your jock stink is powerful!” Dan said, taking a step closer as well, and placing his hand on the bulge in Bryce’s shorts.
“Fuck yeah man, get lost in that stink while Dan jerks you off. You really are queer. Loving the smell of my balls and dick so much it gets you hard,” Jake whispered into Bryce’s ear.
Bryce kept sniffing, his eyes closed, as he smiled and whimpered with each stroke of his cock. The mesh fabric felt amazing and Dan was doing a great job of working the head of Bryce’s cock.
“Fuck dude, he’s precumming,” Dan said.
“Yeah, man, that makes you wet doesn’t it. My wet jock gets you wet. You gonna come bro? Is my stinky jock gonna make you blow?” Jake said, pulling Bryce’s body closer. “Make him cum, bro,” he ordered Dan.
Dan started stroking faster and faster and he heard Bryce start to whimper louder. He felt the contractions in Bryce’s legs and then saw a big wad of hot cum spray through Bryce’s shorts.
“Oh fuck yeah, good boy,” Jake said as he watched the same display. “You blew a big load for my smell, didn’t you? Keep sniffing boy, keep sniffing. Til Dan pumps out every last drop.”
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