Lee's Nap
Okay, so I'm going to have to work with Darren knowing I've swallowed his sons load, knowing how beautiful his sons cock is, knowing I want it again. But it could be worse, I never go for younger guys, but at least Alfie is fucking hot. An arrogant little shit, but a hot one. I'm trying so hard not to look at the boy now, but his eyes burn through me. He has short blonde hair, a sharp jawline and now that he's parading around the garden I can confirm he has a smooth, chiseled body. Not my type at all, but fuck his cock tasted good. My cock throbs a little thinking about tye underwear I sniffed, Alfie certainly has a pleasant scent... Just, focus on something else... I make possibly the worst choice of all and sit down next to Ricky, his feet still claim the table, and now his sweaty arm is brushing against mine. And then suddenly there's a large arm behind my head, I turn my head slightly and realise that Rickies armpit is literally two inches from my face. It's not particularly hairy, but it is very clearly wet, and God I want to lean forward and rub my face around until his sweat paints me. I can't help myself, I breath in, deep, his musky smell is utterly intoxicating. Enough so that I'd do just about anything he asked me to do right now. Lee suddenly staggers back into the garden, his shorts still hanging just above his cock, exposing his pubes to the world. He's found himself a burger, which he clearly needs, as but as I watch the ketchup drip down his beard and land on his dense chest hair I can't help but imagine myself locking it off of his hot, sweaty body. How can I still be this horny? Lee stumbles towards us, scratching his pubes, definitely rubbing crumbs and ketchup into them, fuck it would be heaven to have a face full of that. I always knew Lee was a hairy guy, but his body is like a jungle, and right now it's unwashed and nasty, just how I want it. He falls into a chair nearby and Ricky releases a deep rumble of laughter into my ear, his hot breath caressing my face as he says "I'll have to get him home soon". Instinctively I turn towards his voice, my chin brushes against his armpit slightly, and it's definitely now marked with sweat, oh God... I nod and turn my flushed face back towards Lee, I'm secretly admiring the sight when my phone pings. I look down and see a new message, not him again.
"Why you hanging with the old men when there's a hot young stud right here?" It makes me chuckle, but I can't allow that situation to grow any deeper, it's awkward enough already. I thought I was sucking his dad's cock for God sake! I realise that there is an escape plan ahead of me, so I say. "Don't worry, I'm more sober, I'll get the twat home". Rickies surprisingly large hand wraps around my knee, and sends an electric bolt straight to my crotch, "You sure?". "Yeah it's fine, he doesn't live far" I stand, trying my best to hide the uncomfortable bulge In my jeans and step towards Lee. I take the remaining half of the burger from him gently and set it down, "Right, up you get" I lean down, and his unwashed, musky smell hits me. A hairy tattood arm is thrown over my shoulders, and he grunts loudly as he stands, leaning all of his heat and weight into me. His wet armpit hair feels like a cat perched on my shoulder, and I can now feel his sweat dripping onto my back, not that I'm complaining, I'd shrink down and live in that armpit if I could. I can feel his breath on my cheek as he grumbles "Hey dude", I chuckle and say hey back, strategically trying to steer him towards the door. Hot, pungent air hits my face and fills my nostrils, I'm stunned for a second. Has he actually just burped in my face? "Sorry man" he chuckles to himself more than me. I shouldn't find that hot should I? But I do... I tell him its fine , but honestly all I can focus on is hair... so much body hair, all sticky and damp, and so much of it is touching me. I've never wanted someone more, but I need to calm down. Getting him through the house was a challenge, trying not to break anything, but surprisingly walking him home wasn't as hard. He did nearly light his beard on fire trying to light a cigarette, but that was the only real problem. Honestly, this much time with his almost naked body all over me... who could complain? He walks ahead of me down the path to his house, and now I have a clear view of his sweaty arse since his shorts are so low, I'd expect his cheeks to be as hairy as everything else, but actually , they're pretty hair free. Large pale globes that I'm tempted to bite. His crack, however, is a different story. The dense hair escaping from his crack is matted and wet, I can only imagine the state of his musky hole. Right now I'm rock hard trying to stop myself from licking right up that crack. My phone pings , and by the time I've read the message he has the door open, it reads, "Did I give you permission to leave? Get back here Alex". I laugh, this kid is ballsy. "Come on Lee, let's get you inside" I step forward and guide him through the door, as soon as we enter the living room he collapses on the sofa and a tattood hand is nestled in his thick mass of pubes. God I want to join that hand, to run my fingers through that mess... I walk to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge, it's boiling in here, and I can't leave without sobering him up a bit. I return to the living room and I'm pretty sure he's already fallen asleep. It's quite the site, and I'll admit that I take my time looking him over. He's laying back, one leg over the side of the sofa, an arm behind his head. I step closer and say his name a few times, but the drawl leaking from his open mouth confirms that he is in fact fast asleep. Fuck, this hairy body is hot, I just want to capture it in my mind forever. That thought stirs something inside me, capturing this is in fact more than possible. Immoral maybe, wrong maybe, but it's not like what I'm thinking will hurt anyone. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and snap a few photos from where I stand, perfect, I'll be wanking over these for weeks! I take a few closer up photos of his belly and chest, then his legs, I make sure to capture his rank pits too, if only a photo could capture the stink... Fuck it, I crouch down next to him and softly stroke his arm, he doesn't stir at all. I lean closer until his dense armpit hair tickles my chin, the scent is enough to turn me feral as I inhale. Unable to stop myself, I push my face further into his armpit, the wet hair surrounding my nose as I brush it my face over it. God, this is amazing, I should resist tasting, but I've already come this far...
The taste of heaven dances over tongue as it flicks through his armpit hair. I can hear myself involuntarily moaning as I nuzzle further into his armpit, lapping up as much sweat as I can. It's salty, yet sweet, and warm. I cannot get enough, I would go for the other armpit, but I'd have to climb over and risk waking him, so I won't. But when I think I've sucked all of the sweat from his armpit hair, I start to gently kiss around his armpit, searching for more. Lee groans in a way that makes my heart leap, I jump up, the pungent scent still clinging to my face. It's fine, he's still sleeping, but that was close, what the fuck was I thinking? I shake my head and walk out into the hall, just go, leave, stop it now. I have photos, and that smell is locked into my brain for life, so that's enough. But something stops me, my hand hovers over the handle of his street door. I can't leave, I don't want too.
I slide my trainers off, and walk back inside, careful not to make too much noise. I stand there and watch him for a while, he isn't waking up any time soon, the sun and beer have done him in for the day, I'm sure. I decide to take an approach that won't be too suspicious if he wakes up, "Just making you comfortable" that's what I'll say of he catches me. I step towards him, my hands don't shake the way I expect them too, the way any normal persons would as I begin to undo his shoelaces. When they are loose, I begin to gently pull the first shoe off, luckily for me, his Vans don't resist, the shoe is now free and in my hand. I bring it to my nose and inhale deeply as I stare down at his filthy white sock, with my other hand, I stroke the bulge that grows by the second in my jeans. Eventually, I tire of the shoe, so I slip the other one off and place them down softly, then snap a few pictures of the filthy bottoms of his socks. I step closer, and my hands reach out to massage his feet gently, they are met by fabric that is someone wet and also rough. The white socks are filthy, and there's a few holes on both. I brush my bulge against his socked feet a few times before crouching down and running my nose over the once white soles of his socks, holy fuck they smell fantastic. I breath his musky feet in deep, this is wrong, but so right. It's like his nasty feet have created a scent just for me, exactly what my depraved mind needed. My hands begin to slide up and down his sweat slicked shins, the hairs there tickling my wrist, there's clearly no need to rush as he doesn't react to my hands on his warm flesh at all. Still, I shouldn't keep this up much longer, so I stand, and careful not to pull any hairs or poke him, I slip my fingers into his socks and gently begin pulling them off. The second his feet are free, tge smell fills the room. Pure, undiluted, cheesy man feet. I fucking love it, I wish I could stay in this moment forever. I bring the socks up to my nose and inhale as deeply as I can, God, they're basically wet with his nasty foot sweat. I bring one to my mouth and attempt to suck out the sweat, all this really achieves is making the sock wetter, but I'm still enjoying the pungent odour from the other sock, so nothing can bring me down right now. Eventually, when I decide I'm as high as the socks will get me, I snap a few pictures of his bare feet. The hairy tops, the wet, wrinkled soles cover in filth, his nasty toes. God, these feet are manly, and they're fucking hot! Slowly, carefully, I run my tongue across his soles, lapping up his sweat, savouring the taste. When he doesn't make a sound, I know I'm safe to continue, and that's exactly what I do. I'm so lost in my haze I have no idea if I lick his feet for 5 mins or an hour, but eventually I know I need to release the toe I'm currently sucking on and move on. Too much risk is never a good idea, but he's so irresistible I'm struggling to control myself. I crouch down next to him, he's breathing softly, in this position I highly doubt he'll choke, it should be okay to leave him. I only realise my hand is exploring his stomach because if the soft hairs tickling my skin, but I don't stop. Somehow I convince myself this is okay and allow my hand to roam lower, until my fingers dissapear into those mangled pubes. The dark mass of hair surrounds my hand, and I love it. The sweat, the smells, the feel of all this hair is almost too much to cope with. His body is so warm, covered in grime and sweat. I could happily sit here and touch him forever, but I'm aware that I'm running out if time. I don't have to move his shorts, or his underwear to access his cock, they're already so low down. It's a shame in a way, because I'd love those sweaty boxers, but I'll take what I can get. Gently, my hand wraps around large, hairy balls and squeezes softly. Fuck, they burning hot and literally dripping sweat. I look down as I take his soft cock in my hand. It feels nice, touching him however I want, his breathing is still even and calm. He isn't waking up yet. It takes a while of me just holding his dick before I build enough courage, but I get there. As gently as I can, one handed, I slowly pull down his foreskin, his cock is already sweaty, so this isn't hard to do. His soft cock isn't very big, but I have no idea of it would grow a lot when hard, either way, it's beautiful, and I want a taste. I'm just leaning forward to take a lick, only a lick... when a warm, sticky liquid begins to coat my fingers. Oh no, he's possing himself ? What do I do? I freeze as a stronger stream begins to errupt from his cock. Okay, he's gonna wake up hungover as hell and assume he's just wet himself anyway... The piss begins to land in his public hair, I watch as the hair darkens, soaking in the piss, and my curiosity gets the better of me. I move his cock in my hand slightly , aiming his piss higher, and I can't help but to rub it in as it begins to coat that hairy belly. Fuck, he looks fantastic all wet and sticky, and he smells it too. I watch as the yellow, sticky liquid fills his hairy belly button. When the stream ends, I gently let his cock go and rake my hands through his twisted pubes, then step back. I watch him for a little while, his soft cock occasionally twitching, and taste the piss that's on my fingers. It's delicious. So I suck every drop my fingers , relishing the bitter taste. Then I lean down, open my lips around his belly button and suck the pungent juice right out, I lather his sticky stomach with kisses, and don't pull away when his wet pubes spread his piss over my face. Lee begins to stir, groaning and moaning, and when he starts to fidget, I decide it's time to go. Not that I want too. I quickly make my way up to the bathroom, wash my face in the sink, although I'd rather stay this way, and resist the urge to search for more dirty underwear. I crave more of his filth, but I push thise thoughts down deep. I make sure to stuff his nasty socks into my pocket as I leave. I step outside and the fresh air hits me, what the hell did I just do? This day needs to end, I can't keep doing this fucked up shit. When I'm halfway home a bad thought hits me, I left my fucking backpack, and therefore my keys, at Darren's house. I huff out an annoyed breath and begin walking back towards Darren's.
