Boryn Stone
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Pits Out
🕑 Added 2023-04-07 19:00:34 +0000 UTCYou'd been living with your roommate for a while, but this path month something had started to change about him. He seemed to be going out more, hanging around guys you didn't know who all seemed to look the same. It wasn't long before he joined them, shaving his head entirely leaving a handlebar mustache under his nose.
It wasn't long until you realized he had stopped showering too, the smell of his sweat left to fill the house while you were away. It was getting so bad to the point you had started smelling him in your own room, almost to the point where you needed to deal with it.
You were sitting on the couch when he came over to join you shirtless, sitting down right next to you. You were immediately hit by the smell, distracting you from your phone. You finally decided to talk to him, putting your phone down.
"Hey man, I've been meaning to talk to you"
He looked up, eyes connecting with yours as he reclined back lifting his arms.
"Sure, what's up?"
Your eyes were drawn directly to his pit, its stench hitting you like a train. You couldn't draw them away, staring into the fur that covered his underarms soaked with his musk.
"You kinda uh..." You said, struggling to collect your thoughts. The smell felt as if it was inside your head, solidifying. "You kinda smell" You managed, an inflection at the end of your voice.
He cracked a smile, breathing in deeply. "I know right, isn't it awesome."
Your mind struggled to focus, repeating his words in your head. It was awesome, wasn't it? You leaned forward, trying to remember what you were going to say, your tongue suddenly dry as the scent swirled around your thoughts. You needed to do something important...
"Why don't you get closer" He said, "Looks like you could use a break"
You could use a break you thought, feeling your body drawn closer until you felt his hand around your neck leading you right into his crater. His hair tickled your nose, every breath filled with the smell of his stench as its moisture seemed to coat every inch lining your insides. You sucked in heavier, trying to fill every space inside you with the fumes, your lungs out of your control.
"That's it, good boy" He said, rubbing your face right against his skin.
You didn't care, you could be here forever you thought, the words replaced moments later by the stench that filled your head. Your tongue had fallen out of your mouth, lapping at the dried sweat coating your body as he led you across it. You loved it, an addiction taking root in your head as your brain soaked in his musk like a sponge. You wanted every breath to smell like him, to feel the taste of him on your tongue for the rest of your life.
It wasn't long before you had shaved your head too, obsessed with smelling up your place as much as possible with your own musk.
