Let me give you a bit of background around for this story. I had recently transferred jobs within my company and was now working in a new department. I now worked closely with a team of two other people, one of whom was also new like me, and this other guy, Ben, who had been in the group for about 6 months at this point. Because I was new to the job, Ben acted as a sort of mentor to me, helping me learn the ropes and navigate the new job I had. I can't say I minded - while not the typical sort of guy I went for, Ben was growing on me. He was very short (around 5'6") but also very muscular. You could see the defined outlines of his arms and chest through his button-down shirts, and he had a great ass. He played hockey outside of work and had the bubble-butt to prove it. He was fairly hairy with dark hair on his arms and a scruffy look on his face. Again, not necessarily what I would pin down as my type, but there was something about him that got me all horned up.
So this brings me to the day these events took place. Ben and I were working late in his office on some things that needed to get sent off before we left. Pretty much everyone else in he office had already left at this point and we were getting a bit anxious to leave ourselves. It had been a hot summer day, and Ben had some nice pit sweat going through his shirt. I have a bit of a manscent fetish, so the site of this got me a bit turned on. Ben was writing something on the whiteboard, and all I could focus on were his pits. I was staring a bit too long at the stain under his armpit, and he caught notice.
"Dude, are you staring at my pits? I know, I know, I sweat through my shirt from time to time. Don't make me so self-conscious about it. Why don't you get up here are write on the board and I'll sit down?"
"Nah, it's fine. I'll stay here. Sorry for staring." In reality, I was not at all sorry for staring but couldn't get up because I had a rock hard boner going. In an attempt to cover this up, I fidgeted a bit too much and Ben again caught notice.
"Wait...are you getting turned on by my pits? Seriously?"
"No, it's not that. I can explain."
"Nah, man. That's fucking awesome. I am so fucking horny right now and could use someone to take out my aggression on. Who knew all along that you were the guy. I can try out all of the kinky shit I want to that my wife won't let me do. You like the sound of that?" His question to me was not really a question but a demand as this smirk came over his face. Ben removed both of his shoes and then his socks in the blink of an eye, and before I knew it, he was sitting on top of me and tying my wrists together behind my chair with one of his socks. "Now what to do with this other one?" With that, he shoves it in my mouth.
He gets off me and takes a step back to look at his handywork. "Damn, this is gonna be fun. How's that sock taste? My feet can get pretty rank. But you like that shit, don't you. You are hard as a rock right now. Well let's keep this going." He unbuttons his shirt and throws in on the floor and I get a great view of his big hairy pecs. He raises one arm to expose his armpit and takes a whiff of himself. "Yep, all nice and ripe for you."
He walks back over to me and sits down yet again on my lap, now positioning one of his pits right in my face. "Take a nice big whiff of that. I want to hear you sniff the stink in." I am more than happy to obey him and take a nice big whiff of his ripe, hairy armpit. Man, did it smell good. It had the perfect amount of musk and stink, and the sweat that was still on the hairs was getting all over my nose. "Now, I want you to lick it for me." He took his sock out of my mouth and I immediately darted my tongue into the bush of armpit hair and started to taste the sweat.
"That's it, lick my fucking pit. And when you are done with that one, I have a whole other ripe pit waiting right over here for you. You want it?"
I take a second's break from licking his pit to respond. "Oh god, yes. Give me that pit, Ben." I wrench my head over to his other armpit and dive right in there. Ben grabs hold of the back of my head and pushes it even deeper so my whole face is engulfed by his sweaty, hairy, rank, perfect pits.
"Alright, enough of that. That was just step one." He gets off of me and looks at me, still tied to the chair, "Wow, you are pathetic looking. Your face is dripping right now with my pit sweat. You're fucking gross. And I know what you want now." He comes back over to me, but before he reaches me, he turns around. I hear him unzip his pants and then he pulls the down to reveal some tight black boxer briefs hugging his amazing bubble of an ass. I don't have too long to admire the view before he backs his ass up right into my face, so my nose and mouth are in his crack and the back of my head is against the wall. "You are gonna love this one." His ass already smelled like pure man, but then I heard him clench and out came a deep booming fart right in my face. It was nasty. I mean I like man scents more than most people I know but Ben's farts were pretty bad. I tried to scream out but my voice was muffled by his ass. "What's that? You want another? Alright, I think I can get one going for you."
There I was, face deep in my manager's ass, an ass that I stare at constantly throughout the day. An ass that I always have wondered what it would be smell like. And now my fantasies have come all too true. I wanted to smell the musky smell that a man's ass has at the end of a long day, not Ben's rank farts blown straight up my nose. All these thoughts are running through my head as I squirm to break free. "Nope not getting free just yet, bud. Got one right...here for ya." And with that, a higher-pitched forceful fart comes hits me right in the face. "Damn, that one reeks from up here. Bet you are loving this; at least your cock is." My cock was rock hard. I guess somehow, despite how bad I kept telling myself his farts smelled, I was oddly and completely turned on by Ben's dominance and humiliation.
"OK, enough of this middle school bullying. We are real men here, or at least I am." He gets off of my face and I can see the imprint of where my nose and mouth were so tightly pressed into his ass crack. Ben then proceeds to pull down his boxers, revealing a tight, muscular ass that is covered with a thin layer of hair all over. "You ready to rim my asshole, boy? You better do it well too, or you know what's coming for you, and this time no underwear to block the brunt force."
"No, I can't take that."
"You can and you will. You little fucking pig. All this time I had no idea. Oh, the fun we will have from now on. Alright, now I want to feel your nose in my crack, and your tongue against my hole." Ben backs up so my face is engulfed by his monster ass. My face is pressed right up in his crack, and my nose and mouth are immediately matted by the hairs lining his crack. There was the definite lingering scent of shit mixed into the sweat that lined the hairs. Damn his ass was rank, and yet I was again, oddly turned on. "Come on, boy. You better start tonguing my ass, or I am going to rip one right in your face." That was something I did not think I could take, so at once I stuck out my tongue and started licking up and down his crack. "Oh yeah, fuck. That's it. Lick me nice and good."
I continued to lick his ass for a minute. "Alright, now. Enough of that licking. I want to feel your tongue inside my hole." I tried to say something in protest, but I couldn't get any words out so simply moved my head back and forth to say 'no'. "That wasn't a question. You stick that tongue up my shitter or I am going to rip a nasty fart right in your face. You hear me? 1...2..."
As Ben said "2", I knew I had no choice. I stuck out my tongue and pressed it hard against his hole, which slowly started to loosen up and open. I pushed my tongue in and moved in around in circles and in-and-out. "Fuck yeah, that feels so good. Keep it going." Ben's moaning and hot words of encouragement from above made me completely ignore that fact that I was face deep in his ass and stick my tongue up his dirty whole. I continued to tongue-fuck him for a few more minutes, before he finally moved away.
"Alright, now I'm good and hard, just like you. Get up and bend over my desk."
"What?"
"Did I stutter? I said, bend over my desk. I am going to fuck your brains out. Come on, you know you want it."
"Ben, I don't think I can"
"Well, you don't have to do anything. All you gotta do is get the fuck up and bend over my desk. You don't want me to tell everyone that you love the smell of my pits and my farts and that you went to town sticking your tongue up my asshole, do you? " He had me there. While it was all true, I didn't want everyone to know. Ben came over and untied me, and I reluctantly stood up. Before I even stepped forward, Ben pushed me over to his desk. "Now take off your clothes." I took off my shirt and pants, and Ben then yanked down my boxers so I was there naked. Applying all of his strength on my upper back, he got me to bend over the desk, and I could feel the cold wood on my body.
"Now to get you all lubed up. Don't want to be too mean." Ben spit on his fingers and then proceeded to massage my hole. "That's it. Open up for me." One finger went in and I flinched. "Wow - you are tight. This is gonna feel so good." Once he felt comfortable with the one, he added a second.
"Damn, fuck. Ben, stop!"
"Nope, not gonna happen. And to quiet you up, let's see what we can do." He removed his fingers from my ass and grabbed his boxer-briefs. He bent forward on top of me and placed them right over my head so that my face was in the spot where his ass had been. This whole time, I feel his hard-on pressing right into my crack. "There ya go. That's better. Now let's just line this up, and..." I felt him thrust right into me. As he pushed his cock into my ass, he grabbed the back of his boxers and pulled so my body was lifted off the desk. It was like he was riding me, and every time he pulled I got a nice whiff of his ass.
Ben pounded away at my ass, hard and fast.
"Ahhhh, fuck! Ben."
"Yeah, that's right say my name. Your ass feels so fucking good" Ben was now thrusting even harder. All the way in and then all the way out so just the tip was in my hole. My ass was on fire, and even after minutes of him pounding, it was not easing up.
I couldn't even get any more words out. I was just whimpering at this point, hoping that he was close. And not a moment to soon, I feel a strong jerk on the underwear and my head shoots back. "Oh, FUCK! Oh, YEAH! Ahhhhhhhh. Right up your ass." And then he lets go and collapses on top of me. After another 30 seconds or so, he pulls his underwear off my head and gets off me to put his clothes back on. I am still lying there, unable to move. Once Ben has his clothes on, he comes over to me and pats me on the shoulders, "Come on boy. Get up."
I slowly get off the desk and walk over to my clothes with an awkward waddle. "I'm not going to be able to walk right for a week. You always fuck that rough?"
"Nah, extra special. Just for my little scent slave. Hurry up and put on your clothes so we can get outta here."
"Where are we going?"
"My place. Wife's out of town and I got a whole lot of sweaty, rank hockey equipment that you are going to love. It will be like Christmas, except your ass will hurt a lot more." And with that last comment, Ben gave me a good hard slap on my ass.
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