Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2020 01:56:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: "clarinet_music2000@yahoo.com" <clarinet_music2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Diving in the Pits (chapter 1)

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Diving in the Pits

Chapter One

Cultural Geography was my favorite class in 7th grade. Not because of the
subject. It was the way our teacher set up the desks that made it
interesting for me. We were formed in a giant U in the room. The middle
open for our teacher, Mr. Miller, to walk about. I was in the second row
of the middle of the U to a side. And in front of me, in the front row of
his side of the U, was Brody Andrews. God of 7th grade. Of course, he
would never know that I felt like he was the God of 7th grade. No one
really knows my secret fantasies. Well, one was close to figuring it out
two years ago, when I was ten years old.

All day at school that day, I was praying that the shirt Brody wore to
school that day was going to be the same shirt he wore to 6th period.
When he walked into the classroom with that same green shirt on, I almost
melted in my seat. This was going to be a difficult class to get through
without getting a boner. See, Brody had cut the sides of the shirt out.
Any other boy in our class never would have made it through the day with
that shirt on, but Brody, he was a fast talker. He always seemed to be
getting away with something. When he sat down, I started nibbling the end
of my pencil. His abs were on display for me. That was just the icing on
the cake for what I was waiting for. Brody had a secret weapon that no
other boy in our class had yet. I mean, they sort of did. But nothing
like Brody.

The bell rang, which startled me because my focus had been on Brody for
too long. Silently, I prayed that no one noticed. Our teacher started us
out with a question of the day. It was always something we were supposed
to have thought about over the weekend. Blah blah. The only thing I
thought about all weekend was how much I wanted Brody to notice me and
want me. Not likely since I was a humble geek. I wasn't particularly
smart, but I loved comics, playing instruments, and watching fantasy
movies and tv. Naturally, I also sported a pair of glasses with thick
black frames. I was skinny in all the places he was toned as hell. I had
too big of a nose, too big ears, dark peach fuzz on my lip, while his
nose was small and cute, his ears were just the right size where he could
show them with his short brown hair that was always perfectly messy.
While I tried to hide my ears with my long dark hair. It was all so
unfair.

"Earth to Jayden!" The sudden attention on me, snapped me out of my
spell. I was just staring at a blank page. "Nice for you to join us. Any
thoughts on the topic or are you just going to turn in the blank page?"

A few kids snickered after my teacher called me out. Mr. Miller was
pretty cool, but he was kind of strict about his subject. I looked at the
board one more time, then I started writing. My ears were on fire because
I could see Brody staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I refused to
look up. He didn't stare for long.

After feeling satisfied with what I had written, I scanned the room to
see how many people were still working. Of course, there were always a
few that had to write a full page. Eff that noise. When I looked over at
Brody, I was surprised to see him still working on his answer. Lucky for
me, though, it gave me exactly what I was hoping for all day. His arm
being up like that, I could see into his pit. I had peeked at it one time
in the locker room, something I did on occasion, but I tried to keep my
eyes on my stuff so no one would suspect that I was into guys.

What I saw then was fantastic. But here, in class, I could look a little
longer because he wasn't shirtless, and no one would really think I was
doing more than wondering why he was writing so long. The long, fuzzy
brown hair coming out from his pits was beautiful. He had more than
anyone else in our grade. Well, that I know of. However, I would have
been shocked to find out someone had more. It was almost like someone cut
the hair of those good-luck trolls and pasted it to his pits. Ever wanted
to pet an extremely fluffy animal? Well, I wanted to rub my face in those
pits. To feel that soft fuzz on my face would make my day amazing. Of
course, it would make it perfect if Brody told me to do that.

Brody suddenly looked up and directly at me. I quickly started to move my
eyes when he looked up. I wasn't certain if he caught me or not. Brody
was like the lead athlete in our grade. If he saw someone as something
negative, it would be something that could leave someone completely left
behind socially. Not that I had a whole lot going, but I didn't want to
lose the five friends I had after finding out my two secrets.

The brief encounter with nearly getting caught made me focus on class.
The class went from being exciting to dull quickly. Every so often, I
took quick glances at Brody, but nothing to make me excited. He was
sitting back, so not even his abs were exposed. Then, Mr. Miller said
something about football. Brody's hand shot in the air. It was in the
moment that I realized that Brody didn't have hair under there. He had a
forest. I couldn't get caught this time because everyone was looking at
Brody. He had never raised his hand in a class that any of us could
remember.

Mr. Miller ended my enjoyment quickly by calling on him. Brody asked,
"Did they use real pig skin back then?" His voice was deep and
commanding.

Most of the girls made grossed-out sounds. I didn't care. I was high on
Brody's pits and his deep voice. I'd love to hear that voice tell me to
worship his pits. I would worship them until I made him feel good. I
wouldn't care if they were clean or sweaty. There was nothing that would
make me not want his pits.

Sadness washed over me when the bell rang. I knew I wasn't going to have
another shot at looking at Brody's pits for a long time. Heading to my
next class, I walked behind him until he turned into a room before mine.
He high fived one of his friends, but I wasn't at an angle where I could
see in his pits.

The last class of the day was so boring. I almost fell asleep, but I
managed to keep it together. When she got done showing us the lesson, I
was happy to just do my assignment. It kept my mind focused.

When I got home, I sat down at my computer. I flipped through my phone as
my computer booted up. Clicking on the Instagram app, I went to Brody's
page. For being the God of 7th grade, he was very devoid of shirtless
pictures on his Insta. In fact, he had only ever posted one. Pathetic.

I scroll down a little more as my computer finally is booted up, and I
opened the internet browser. I stopped on a person that I didn't
remember following or having thought about in some time. I knew why I
followed him, but I didn't remember when.

Brandon Quincy. Is that a douchey enough name for you? Well, he is
exactly what it sounds like. And I adored him. When I was ten, my brother
was fourteen. We went to all his JV games. As the teens played, I would
watch them in their jerseys take their shots. It always amused me how
their pit hair would go from looking nice and like something to pet to
something sweaty and all matted down. And Brandon Quincy was on his team.
He was the tallest boy on the team. And he always got the sweatiest. He
also had the most pit hair. Of course, nothing compared to Brody.

Anyway, Brandon used to come over after every game. He never showered, so
he always stank afterwards, but it didn't bother me. My brother would
always shower first, and I would sit next to Brandon on the couch. He
kind of caught me smelling him one night and took his shirt off and put
his hands behind his head. All I could do, being ten, was stare at his
pits.

Darting his head around all directions, he turned to me and said softly,
"Take a sniff."

As requested, I leaned in and smelled his sweaty pit. I took in three
deep breaths of that teen pit musk. It was intoxicating, making me feel
completely high, until I started to hurt around my private area.
Squirming, I tried to make the pain go away.

Brandon noticed and said, "Let me help." He looked around again. Then
he reached into my pants and fixed the pain. "You got a boner. You have
to adjust so it doesn't hurt."

Unfortunately, he went to take his shower after that, leaving me hard and
wondering what just happened. However, later that night, I was dead
asleep when something rocked me away. "Jayden, wake up." Brandon's
voice was in my ear. I rolled over on my back and squinted up at him only
lit by the moon and my nightlight.

"What?" I asked kind of loudly. He quickly put his hand over my mouth,
hushing me.

"Did you like sniffing my pits?"

I nodded.

"Want to do it again?"

I nodded again.

He sat down on my bed with his back to the wall and lifted his arm behind
his head. That's when I realized he was naked. He grabbed my hair and
pulled me toward his pit. It didn't really hurt that much. His pit
didn't smell as bad this time, but he had not put any deodorant on it.
He had been planning this since his shower. I was flattered. I took many
deep breaths, smelling it, letting my nose get in there and touch the tip
to the edges of the hair.

"Rub your face in it."

I could hear something happening further down, but I didn't look because
I wanted to do what he said. It felt so good rubbing my sweet, soft face
in his hairy pits. It was the softest hair I had ever felt. I sniffed and
rubbed. I rubbed and sniffed. I never wanted it to end.

Then, he said the most magical words next. "Lick it."

Without thinking, I stuck my tongue out and started lapping at his pit.
That's when I noticed him playing with his penis. It was exciting to see
that big thing and only encouraged me. So, I really got my face in there
and lick and kissed at his pit. He was moaning softly. So, I just kept
going until he pushed me away. His arm went down, and he came in his
hand. Then, he wiped it in his other pit and told me to lick it up. So, I
did. It was a salty treat that I loved.

Brandon never did that again, but he did tease me a lot by putting me in
headlocks and making me smell his pits. That went on until my parents
caught him doing it one night, and he was never allowed over again. I
always wondered if it was because they caught me fixing my junk while it
was happening.

I finished myself off, just thinking of that time. No porn even made its
way to my computer. But, my phone suddenly buzzed, scaring me. I looked.
I had a message from a nearly blank Insta profile. It was a picture of
the side of Brody's body with that same shirt on. His arm was up,
showing his pit hair. There was a caption on the picture that said:
circle the part you were checking out today and send it back to me by
six, or I'm going to tell everyone you are a fag.

Shit! I was caught. And I had no clue who took this picture or who was
behind sending it to me. Without thinking--my heart racing--I
screenshotted it, edited it by circling the pit, and I sent it back.
Nothing happened for a long time, but now I had a pic of Brody's pit on
my phone.

I went back to Brandon's Instagram and sent him a message: I need some
alone time with you ASAP.

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