Chapter 1: Introduction
The dorm room was definitely no retreat for the delicate senses. Boxes overflowed with clothes, backpacks took residence next to windowsill potted plants and crumpled papers mingled with empty cans of energy drinks on the desk. I'd tried to keep my space in decent shape - like, "isn't this the room of a person who has it together" shape. But Mark Smith? Let's just say the muscular guy sprawled on the bunk above me had a dangerous predilection for disorder and chaos. And he wore it proudly.
His tousled dark hair and piercing green eyes only added to his charm. His bed creaked as he rolled over, nearly waking from the uneasy slumber he was lost in.
"Hey, you alive up there?" I asked, trying to keep my voice low and even. The last thing I wanted was to rile up the beast.
He stirred, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?"
"A little after midnight.
I was just curious if you were up."
"Up, yeah – barely," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "I had the craziest dream, man. Weirdest thing, too."
"Oh?" I said casually, even though my heart rate picked up. Fantasies and dreams were territory I had limited experience with, especially those of a more explicit nature. But I was determined to keep my cool and explore with an open mind. "What was it about?"
Mark stretched, yawning like an oversized cat. I quickly realized he was drunk.
"I dreamt we were at this party and I was making out with your pits."
He burst into laughter as he said it. "Imagine that, man! Your sweaty pits just got me going!"
I blinked, stunned. I'd expected something strange, but this was beyond my wildest dreams – or nightmares. He continued howling, clutching his stomach. I tried—and failed—to suppress my laughter as well. Maybe it was his drunken honesty or the absurdity of the situation, but as I watched my roommate, his face flushed and hair mussed, there was something endearing about it all.
"I can smell them from up here."
Mark half-joked, wiping tears of laughter from his cheeks, before flopping back onto his pillow. "Arch your back, man," he chuckled, feet swinging off the edge of his bunk.
I cautiously arched my back, pushing up my t-shirt. The cool air tickled my underarms, making me self-conscious for a moment. "Are they piquing your interest now?" I asked, trying to participate - and maybe, spark something deep within me.
He leaned closer to the edge, sniffing the air loudly.
"Wow, you really need a shower!" He said that loud enough for a few heads to poke out of neighboring rooms, curious at the strange noise.
"Why don't you stop by the gym withlas soon as possible? Get a good workout, then shower and come back. Let's see if your natural scent turns me on!" I half-teased, secretly excited at the prospect of further exploring our unique bond.
Mark waved dismissively. "Nah, I'm good for now. Besides, we have class in the morning." He abruptly changed topics.
"So, have you decided on your major?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious. Something tells me this was Mark's way of distracting himself from his unconventional dream.
"Still figuring it out, but I'm leaning toward writing or journalism," I replied. "What about you?"
He grunted after a few seconds. "Well, after much thought, I've settled on computer science."
"So, tech—your plan all along?"
He laughed, "Not exactly. Seems like a good skill while I figure shit out. So, dude, I gotta ask. Why no deodorant?"
Mark asked, genuinely puzzled as he shifted his position on the bunk above me.
I grinned, propping myself up on my elbows. "I heard somewhere that not using deodorant can help you cultivate your natural scent. I figured, why not give it a try? You talk about it all the time." I could sense he was drunk and horny so risked asking, "Why? Do you like it?"
I asked, almost afraid to hear his answer, thinking back to his wrinkled nose when he first came into our dorm room. A glance at the hesitant smile on his lips told me all I needed to know. Something in the back of my mind whispered for me to be cautious, but I shoved the thought away. It seemed simple enough, merely playing with our natural scents in a perhaps slightly unconventional manner.
Mark shrugged casually, trying but failing to hide the spark in his eyes. "It's not bad, I guess. A little different."
I took the t-shirt off that i've been wearing a few days and tossed it up to his bunk.
"What do you think about that one?" I said, mimicking the tone of his challenge from earlier. It was no secret that Mark enjoyed a bit of playful banter, and I welcomed the opportunity to join in.
He chuckled, leaning further and grabbing it. As he brought it to his nose and took a whiff, he turned red as a tomato—green eyes wide, visible even in the darkness of the room.
I tried to keep things subtle. "Keep it. You can smell me all night."
I couldn't contain my smirk as Mark fumbled with the stained fabric, inhaling deeply and shifting uncomfortably on his bunk.
"Shit, Jake," his voice barely audible. I'm glad the room was dimly lit, as I felt my own cheeks burning with a strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
I gotta admit dude. My stink turns me on. I sniffed my pits and grabbed my cock through my underwear. I was proud of my dick and pulled it out, playing with my foreskin. I knew my dick stunk too and the room was filling with the smell of me. I began to jerk off with my nose in my pit.
The smell of musk and sweat was strangely intoxicating. It wasn't that I didn't maintain my hygiene; it was merely an exploration of Mark and my curiosity in body odor as a kink.
I heard him pull down his sweats and start beating his meat while sniffing my shirt.
The image of my best friend, Mark, with his face buried in my stinky t-shirt and his hand around his cock, was overwhelming. The room was thick with the smell of our bodies. Sweat, pheromones, and lust swirled together as I laid on my bunk, listening to him work his shaft, lost in the sensations swirling around me.
"Fuck, Jake," he groaned, "this is so fucking hot. Oh, shit!" He lost his load and fell asleep.
It wasn't long before my own body betrayed me, and an intense climax erupted from me. Warm ropes of cum hit my chest and belly, while my shaft twitched and ached. The salty scent of us filled the air, and I breathed it in, hazy with lust.