Soccer Stink

by Lushplanet

2 Jan 2018 10822 readers Score 9.0 (48 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


It’s a Monday. Sports classes. Steven is looking forward to it, he knows it’s going to be soccer again. On the way to the sports hall, he’s joking with his other high school buddies about how his team will definitely own today’s match. It’s a boys-only private high school. Almost all kids here are rich. And good-looking. You can tell they are nurtured well, with parents who make sure their son is getting everything he needs, including lots of sports and physical training. Steven is 19 years old, a little more than 6 foot tall, with dark-brown, tousled hair. He’s got broad shoulders and a handsome face, although he still looks more like a boy than a man – a fact he tries to accommodate by having grown himself a thick goatee. Maybe a bit audacious, but for the most part, it works. It does make him look older, manlier.

Steven loves sports, especially soccer. His dad talked to the coach and made sure plenty of that type of sports is going to be in the curriculum. He and his friends undress in the lockerroom and put on the appropriate clothing. His team wears black shorts and grey tanktops. They are in a good mood, and eager to compete. When they all assemble in the main hall, the coach is already waiting for them.

„What took you so long, boys?“, he asks.

Craig, a blonde muscled guy, one of Steven’s best friends, responds: „We just finished mentally preparing for the match!“.

„Yeah sure.“, the coach sighs, while rolling his eyes. Steven is not as muscular as Craig, but also ripped, albeit in a more toned way, with no bit of superfluous body fat.

„OK, you know what we’re doing today. Everybody to their position! And today it’s gonna be intense, I promise. I was too lenient in the past.“, the coach exclaims. He is a bit taller than Steven, good-looking, 38 years old, and a real man. Three-day beard. Muscular, buff upper arms. Broad shoulders. Muscular, hairy chest. Some of the chest hair even creeps out his white shirt, pointing to his manly adam’s apple.

„We’re gonna crush you!“, Steven shouts in the direction of Thomas, the captain of the other team. „You wish!“, Thomas replies. Then the coach formally opens the match and the guys start running around, chasing that leather ball. The hall is not really soccer-sized, so it’s not completely authentic, but who cares.

The coach stands in one of the corners of the hall and watches the players, from time to time personally addressing one, giving tips or scolding them for missing a chance. He knows many of these kids well, has seen them grow up for some years now. He’s sometimes amazed at their development, not only in sports skills, but also physically. What nobody knows is that the coach is sometimes so aroused by the display of unbounded young male energy that he secretly goes to the toilet, masturbating. He always knew he might be gay, however he also had sex with women in the past so he’s not really sure where on the spectrum he falls. He’s not aware that soon, he’s going to do some very gay things that should contribute some considerable clarification to that question.

Steven is fully concentrated, he’s completely lost in the match. And he’s talented, scoring well. His shirt is tense across his shoulders, his weight lifting has surely had an effect, although he still secretly envies Craig for his appearance. Sometimes, in the showers, he tries to steal a glimpse of Craig’s dick, in order to compare. Craig has a big one, that’s for sure, and lots of blonde pubic hair. During an idle moment, Steven catches himself thinking these thoughts and notices he lost concentration. He also immediately feels guilty for musing about such things. He never did something gay so far, although while jerking off he sometimes envisions having sex with a woman, while another man is involved. For some reason he likes that tought a lot. He quickly tries to distract himself by chasing the ball as intensely as ever.

„Pause!“, the coach yells, and the guys start to lose their momentum, giving each other high-fives, making jokes, and so on.

„I need someone to help me in the equipment room. Steven, you!“, the coach shouts. In the morning, some students from another class made a real mess, with mats, free weights, soft balls and the like completely disorganized, lying around on the floor.

On the way to the equipment room, the coach whispers: „I’ll teach them how to tidy up a room, that you can believe me. But for now, it’s you and me who have to bring things into order.“

„Yes, coach“, Steven simply replies.

Together, they start grabbing up things from the floor, putting them into their proper place. The coach looks at Steven and notices once again that he’s quite handsome. Somehow it makes the coach nervous. Maybe he should have picked someone else, but now it’s too late.

On one incident, they get quite close together, picking up free weights from the floor, when the coach notices a slight, but unmistakable smell. It was clearly coming from Steven, and it’s the smell of fresh male sweat. It’s not strong right now, but for the coach’s fine nose, it’s clearly discernable. That smell... it’s doing something with the coach. Then he catches the sight of Steven raising his arms, putting some soft balls in a relatively high position in a shelf. The sight was astonishing. With his 19 years, Steven has completely hairy armpits. In both pits he has a thick, dark brown bush, and most of that hair is moist, clutching together. The sight was raw, wild. Pure manliness. And now it’s no wonder where that sweat smell comes from. The coach is fixed by the view that’s presenting itself to him. But it doesn’t last long. Steven lowers his arms again, with the back of one hand wiping off some of the sweat on his forehead.

„Are we finished?“, Steven asks.

„Well uhm, yes. Go.“, the coach utters, while looking at the floor, somewhat perplexed. Sure, it’s not the first time he smells what he smelled, and he is well aware that most of the boys are not really boys anymore, but rather grown men, with all the body hair and man scents that comes with it. But nonetheless, he is mesmerized right now. „Those armpits...“, he thinks to himself. Most guys in the class somewhat trim their pit hair, the coach knows this since they all wear tank tops. Steven’s pits are not scruffy in an offputting way, but just really a testament to his gender, to his arising manhood. Steven seems not to give a shit. It matches his attitude with his goatee, being the only one in the class with permanent facial hair. The coach tries to re-compose himself, leaving the equipment room. He commands the students to continue the match. But he can’t distract himself from the experience in the equipment room. And he must confess to himself now his triggered desire for smell. Pit smell. Steven’s smell.

„John, we have a problem with the schedules for next week. Could you please quickly get to the office?“, an older lady asked kindly. The question was directed at the coach. She was a colleague from the school’s administrative office. „Not again“, the coach thinks to himself. But he knows these things are important. „I’ll be gone for a moment, you behave!“, the coach shouts across the hall, prompting some guys to look at him and nod.

When the coach returns, after 45 minutes, he knows he took too much time. The students in the meantime concluded their soccer game and switched to basketball instead, pending any other instructions from the coach. For the moment, the coach is alright with that. He even forgot about Steven for most of the time. But now he’s seeing him again. Steven’s forehead is covered with many little drops of sweat. He has clearly visible sweat stains on his grey, cotton tank top. His neck is sweaty as well. He just passes the ball to one of his team members. Because Steven is positioned at the back in the room, the coach walks and stands behind him, pretending to watch the match. Immediately as he took position close behind Steven, the smell is there again. Only that it’s much stronger now. „Oh wow“, the coach whispers, taking in another breath. Pure smell of male armpit sweat. The smell is not old or filthy, but fresh and sharp. Part of the coach is somewhat irritated by it, another, larger part is aroused.

The coach has to step away. He’s nervous. And he feels his dick growing. „OK boys, that’s it for today! Everyone hit the showers, except you Steven!“, the coach shouts.

„Why me again?“, Steven asks, clearly annoyed.

„It’s just you today. Next time it’s someone else. Some new bars for gymnastics were delivered today. We have to unpack them and deposit them in the equipment room.

„Come on, tell Craig he should help!“, Steven replies cheekily.

„No Steven, and stop complaining.“, the coach answers in a stern voice.

After finishing work in the equipment room, the coach asks: „Steven, did you use deodorant today?“.

Steven blinks at the coach, slightly confused. Then he thinks about it and replies: „No, Sir. I think I forgot“.

„Yeah, one can smell it.“, the coach sighs.

„Really?“, Steven asks in a defiant way.

„Yes. You know that’s usually a no-go!“.

„Why do you say ‚usually’? You mean it’s ok now?“

The coach looks to the floor, realizing it was not the best choice of words.

„Well, never... never mind.“, the coach says.

Then Steven utters something that is really insolent: „I’m not sure you can tell me to use deodorant. That’s a personal matter. It’s your job to teach sports, and that’s it.“

The coach cannot believe what he just heard. He has the impulse to right away slap that spoilt brat. Then Steven even continues: „Maybe I like my smell.“

The coach is so stunned that he just looks at Steven and doesn’t say a word.

„What?“, Steven asks.

The coach can’t really grasp a clear thought. Then, for some reason, he said something with wide-ranging consequences: „Damn Steven, I like your smell too. But it’s just not suitable in the company of others.“

Steven’s face lightens up with surprise. „What? You... you like my smell?“.

„Fuck“, the coach thinks. „I shouldn’t have said that“.

„Just go, Steven. Just go.“, the coach whispers in a defeated way.

But Steven stays and says: „It’s kinda nice of you. Nobody told me that so far.“

„It’s not that you smell of roses, you know.“, the coach replies and immediately regrets it. „I should just keep my fucking mouth“, he thinks.

The situation gets increasingly weird. Steven now raises one arm, turns his face and takes a whiff of the now visible armpit. With a somewhat disgusted expression on his face he asks: „Sir, you really like that? That’s strange. I stink.“

The coach is silent. Then Steven goes even further: „I don’t mind you taking a whiff too, if you want.“

„Call me John“, the coach says.

„OK, John“, Steven replies.

John is amazed by the confidence and insolence of that student. He cannot believe the situation has escalated this far. But he’s extremely horny right now. Filled with gay lust.

„Alright, show me.“, John says. Steven raises his arm again. The thick, now completely sweaty bush of dark-brown armpit hair is visible again. John positions himself a few inches away from Steven’s exposed armpit. And he breathes in.

An intense smell of man sweat fills John’s nose. It’s rough. It’s sharp. John knows what he’s doing right now is nasty as fuck. Sniffing the pit of one of his students. The smell is really strong.

„You were right, Steven. You stink!“, the coach exclaims.

Steven smiles, but at the same time also wiggles nervously.

„And... and you like that?“, Steven asked.

„Fuck yes“, John says while taking another whiff, positioning himself even closer to the armpit.

„Daaaaamn!“, John moans, adding: „Man that’s wild. That’s a smelly armpit“.

Steven notices that John touches his crotch with one hand and feels his own dick grow somehow. But then, fear is rising in Steven. He fears getting himself into trouble.

„I must go.“, Steven says quickly, lowering his arm and turning around.

„No, Steven.“ the sports coach replies with a strong voice, „it’s too late now“.

„What?“, Steven asks, confused.

„I will lick your armpit“.

„No!“, Steven says and starts to walk away.

„If you go now, you will regret it, Steven. You don’t want me as your enemy.“, John says calmly.

For some reason, Steven stands still. After a long period of silence, he finally says: „Whatever. But just a quick lick.“

John moves to him, Steven raises his arm again.

The coach positions his face directly in front of Steven’s pit and sniffs.

„Whoa boy. You know what I need? I need your stink!“, John moans.

„Get it, you pervert!“, Steven whispers.

Then the coach dives into Steven’s sweaty armpit, digging the armpit hair with his tongue.

„Ahh“, the coach moans, „smells like pit sweat“.

„Yeah? Lick that shit.“ Steven says with a trembling voice.

„I’m gonna take your pit hair in my mouth!“, John whispers an then indeed grabs as much of the armpit hair as he can with his lips and sucks on it.

Steven feels like being part of some weird parallel universe. He cannot believe this is happening. And why is he even letting this happen? Somehow, Steven’s dick is fully hard at the moment and he’s sure his coach’s dick is as well, since John by now moved one hand underneath his trousers, jerking off.

Steven notices that he can trigger interesting reactions from his coach by saying things. For example, he asks: „Like it?“. The coach replies „Shit, man, yeah!“.

Steven gets bolder, asking: „You like that pit hair in your mouth?“

„Fuck yes, boy!“

„You like the smell?“

„Damn, your pit hair stinks, man!“

Steven unpacks his dick and starts jerking off, John does the same. All inhibitions start to fall.

„Yeah enjoy!“, Steven whispers.

The coach is still sucking on Steven’s pit hair, then suddently he switches to just licking the armpit with his large tongue.

„I’m gonna lick all that sweat out of your pit, boy!“, the coach says, louder than he intended. Steven nervoulsly looks around, checking whether somebody could see or hear them. But the situation seems to be safe, at the moment.

„You know what? I got another pit.“, Steven says with a smile on his face. He gently pushes the coach away, lowers his arm and raises the other.

The coach just looks a Steven, studying him for a moment while his face is covered with Steven’s armpit sweat. Even with his goatee, Steven’s face more resembles the face of a boy, but in his pits he clearly smells like a man.

The coach approaches the other armpit and is again greeted by a scent of fresh, intense male sweat. John immediately dives into it, licking like a wild dog.

„How is it?“, Steven asks, getting more comfortable with the situation.

„Great“, the coach moans. Then he takes in a really deep breath and moans: „Boy, your sweat stinks.“

„Is it what you want?“, Steven asks.

„Damn yes. Wild pit stink of a 19 year-old. That’s what I need now.“

„Yeah?“

„Damn yes, give me that male teenage stench!!“

Steven notices the coach is stroking his cock harder and harder, and his breathing intensifies. He knows his coach is close to an orgasm. Like a child playing with an animal, Steven commands: „Yeah lick that manly armpit. Smells bad, right? Sniff that armpit hair. Sniff it!“.

John, in complete ecstasy, with armpit hair in his mouth, moans: „Fuck, it stinks man!!“

Then, John starts to lose control completely. Like a wild animal, he licks, sniffs, sucks on Steven’s armpit, jerking off intensely, and moans:

„I lick your ripe pit, boy. I lick the hairy armpit of a 19 year-old!“

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„Fuck, it stinks man!“

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„Fuck!! You ripe dirty bastard!!“

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„Your armpit hair stinks!“

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„Fuck!!! Give me that stinky sweat!“

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„Fuck it stinks so bad!!“

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„FUCK, GIVE ME THAT FUCKING HAIRY ARMPIT STINK!!!“

With that, the coach has an orgasm, shooting into his other hand. Shortly after, he sinks to his knees, totally exhausted.

Steven just stands there, taking a few more strokes and then cums as well. After that, Steven recovers himself and says: „OK I’m gonna leave.“. He turns around, now quite disgusted from it all.

„Wait. Steven, we now share a secret. And I have plans for you.“, the coach shouts while Steven is leaving.

Now, wiping off his hand and cock with a tissue, John both regrets the experience but at the same time is totally delighted by it. He now knows what he really likes.

While on his way home, John thinks about what happened that evening. He wants to explore more of that boy. His dick and balls. His asshole. His feet. He knows he is not finished with Steven yet.