Date: Mon, 20 Nov 2023 13:20:33 -0800 From: wunder gruntr Subject: MUSCLE JOCK STINK PIG - CHAPTER 1 Hey PIGS! GRUNTR here with a new series. This one will heavily feature STINK for all you dirty fuckers out there who enjoy the natural stench of dudes with sweaty pits, dirty dicks, and unwashed asses (and all the raunchy goodness they produce). For everyone else - BE WARNED! And remember, Nifty depends on donations, so if you enjoy reading hot porn stories as much as I do, please donate at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ****************************************************** MUSCLE JOCK STINK PIG - CHAPTER 1 So, there I was...sitting on a bench in the locker room in nothing but my worn out, stained Bike jockstrap...with Coach Wolfe's big sweaty ass less than 3 inches from my face. I'd just shucked my shorts and was planning on heading to the showers when - BAM - there were Coach Wolfe's meaty globes stuffed inside those little 5 inch khaki shorts he always wore. A big dark triangle of sweat formed directly over his crack...making the red of his briefs visible through the soaked fabric. I guess I should probably introduce myself. Whenever I read slutty porn stories like this, I like to have a clear picture of what I'm working with...if ya know what I mean. My name's Conner Riggs. I'm a senior here at Beachwood Academy - but I've probably skipped more classes than I've been at, if I'm being honest. Yeah...I might not have the brains, but I certainly got the brawn...which is always more fun, if you ask me! Over the past 4 years I've managed to pack 175lbs of solid muscle onto my hairless 5'6" frame - earning me the nickname, "Muscle Nugget" from a couple of the guys. Especially my best friend, Jake Heeley - who was probably the only guy at Beachwood more obsessed lifting than me. Jake was one of those dudes that matured a lot faster than the other guys at school. In fact he was usually mistaken for a college senior - something that definitely came in handy for scoring beers on the weekend. He was 6 foot and 200lbs. Dark, muscular and real hairy. I always thought he looked like younger version of that hot kinky pig Rogan Richards, IMO... With this heavy stubble and piercing amber eyes, he could seem pretty intimidating. But I knew that he was just a big dumb goofball. And right now, he was standing next to Coach Wolfe - shooting me a mischievous look. "How could you forget your combination AGAIN, Heeley?!" Coach grunted - clamping his big bolt cutters on Jake's lock. Jake was wearing his cutoff Bulldogs t-shirt that showed off his beefy lower abs, deep-set cum gutters...and thick happy trail - grinning at me as he picked his wedgie. "Dunno Coach...guess what you always tell me is right...just young, dumb, and full of cum." "Heh." Coach chuckled, shaking his head. "Smart ass." Coach grunted again - squeezing the handles of the bolt cutters together. There wasn't much room between rows of lockers so to get some more leverage, Coach shifted back - which brought his sweat soaked butt crack right up to my face. I locked eyes with Jake, who gave me a wink and a quick nod of approval - knowing EXACTLY what I wanted to do... After all - Jake and I had been best friends for years and gotten closer than most guys are with their own families. Cutting class together, getting drunk and stoned on the weekends...not to mention the countless hours spent pushing each other in the gym. But we really bonded during the countless more hours spent bro-bating to the nastiest porn we could find. See...Jake and I had developed a powerful lust for thick, hairy, stinking man ass...preferably ones that were getting destroyed by giant cocks or meaty fists. Were we totally gay? Who the fuck knows. I mean we still fucked around with chicks and jerked it to our fair share of straight porn - but the chicks were just tight little pieces off ass to dump our loads in...and the porn was usually extreme shit - you know the type - plastic bimbo sluts with giant jugs getting their perfect little assholes blown open till they squirt. But man...nasty pig sex between hairy macho fuckers taking raw loads, felching out dirty cum cocktails, fisting, prolapsing, pissing, licking stinking pits - that was what we spent the most time gooning to. And recently, we'd both discovered we loved something else - FARTS... It all started a few months back. Jake and I were locked in my bedroom during one of our marathon jerk sessions. We'd been gooning for about an hour and since we always had the windows closed and their air turned off - wanting to bathe in our ripe stench - we'd worked up a really good sweat. There we were in my smelly goon cave, sitting on the floor next to each other with our sweaty thighs rhythmically rubbing against each other as we worked our bloated bator dongs. I'd created a pretty decent set up in my room, with 3 monitors all hooked up to my computer - each playing its own porn. One screen had a hot young twunky guy I follow ok JustForFans getting bred by hot hefty Daddy with a big belly - and even bigger cock. The other had a Brazzers compilation of big titted sluts gaping their perfect little assholes and pulling open their drooling cunt lips. On the center screen was a poppers trainer vid - with a deep voice repeating commands: BATE THAT COCK. BATE THAT DONG. BATE THAT COCK. BATE THAT DONG. The hypnotic voice played over quick cuts from various pornos: A big bald dude in a harness fucking a young hairless twink in fishnets, half his size. A hot twunky tatted up bro jerking his 9 inch schlong to his phone's camera. A bearded bear digging his fat tongue into a just-fucked asshole. Every once in a while the voice would order us: GET READY TO HIT. 3...2...1. HIT. HOLD. HOLD. HOLD. RELEASE! Of course we followed its orders - both of us with a greasy bottle of Jungle Juice ready to huff. We were zombified - eyes locked on the screen. Mouths open. Tongues out. Drooling. Groaning. Sweating. Panting. Totally in the bate zone. Suddenly...Jake let out a grunt. BRRRRRRRRTTT! "Oh shit!" Jake cackled. He'd just blasted out a loud fart - powerful enough for me to feel the vibrations through the floor! "Aw fuck you bro!" I crowed - instantly pulled from my hypnotic trance. "Sorry dude! These poppers got my hole all relaxed and shit...Just slipped out!" Jake said as we both bust out laughing. A second later, the hot air swirled up from between his legs and hit my nostrils. It was spicy and rank, but to my honest shock...I didn't mind how it mixed with our ripe B.O. In fact...I kinda liked it! Jake took a deep sniff - letting out a little groan and I saw that his cock swelled even bigger. "Bro! You getting off on huffing your own stinky farts?" I teased. "Heh...I guess so bro!" He said, sounding a little surprised himself. "Looks like I'm not the only one." He shot back with a grin - staring at my cock - which had definitely flooded with more blood. "Mmmfff man...you're fucking right. Who knew?!" I laughed. "In fact..." I lifted my right thigh off the ground and pushed. FRRRT FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRTTTTT! My swampy smooth ass cheeks clacked loudly as I farted right onto Jake's thigh. "Fuck bro! That was a nice one!" Jake howled - his nose scrunched up as he pumped his dong even harder. The earthy stench wafted to my nose and I sniffed it deep into my lungs. "Fuuuuck man. That's fuckin...I don't know!!" The stink made my eyes water. But something about the two of us dudes just ripping ass together was seriously hot to me. I looked over and saw Jake lifting his arm - exposing his hairy pit. He took a long sniff. "Aaahhhhhh bro. Sniff your pits too. Both smells together is so fucking goood." He groaned. I followed his lead and brought my pit to my face and inhaled. He was right! The B.O. on top of our combined farts was intoxicating. "Fuuuuck bro." I grunted. "That's nasty and I fuckin love it." The Brazzers vid ended and another porn started. This one was a Macho Fucker release called: "NASTY PIGS: IN ACTION" The scene began with hairy muscle bull sauntering through a seedy looking fuck club with his 10 inch uncut schlong slapping against his beefy thighs. Jake's eyes suddenly went wide. "Fuck - that dude looks like Coach Wolfe!" He hissed. He was right! The guy was a few years younger than Coach...then again, the movie seemed a few years old. But the resemblance was uncanny. They had the same height and build - but Coach didn't have a big beard like this guy...usually opting to keep his facial hair to a heavy stubble. But this muscle bull stud definitely was as hairy has Coach - with thick black curls blanketing his massive arms, shoulders, chest, muscle gut, legs, and ass. And while I hadn't (...yet) confirmed - I'd always thought Coach must have a giant sausage stuffed inside those little shorts he always wore based on how obscene his bulge was. "Dude. He fucking does!" My brain suddenly flooded with the possibility of Coach Wolfe having done porn in his younger years. On screen, Muscle Bull stopped at a room with the door open. On the bed inside was a smooth young muscle jock with his perfectly round ass sticking up in the air. He'd clearly been taking loads for a while as his hole looked swollen and red and leaked a thick trail of off-white goo. Muscle Bull entered and immediately knelt down behind the jock - forcing his bubble cheeks open. "FEED ME!" He growled. The young jock just let out a high raspy groan then grunted as a big jet of cum exploded from his bruised hole with a loud sloppy fart. The load cocktail sprayed directly into the Muscle Bull's waiting mouth - which he greedily swallowed before snaking his big tongue all over the smooth boy cunt. Muscle Bull dug out even more jizz...licking and sniffing and grunting before finally just rubbing the still leaking asshole all over his face all while jerking his monster cock. And what a cock it was! Like a fucking 10 inch long baseball bat - wide at the base...but even wider as it neared his big flared mushroom head with its thick hood of foreskin. "Fuck...that's hot dude." Jake breathed - pulling hard on his nut sack while working his fat mushroom head. I couldn't have agreed more and I suddenly had an idea... "Bro...can I like...sniff your hole?" I asked - slightly unsure of how Jake would feel about me asking. "Duuuude fuck yeah...as long as I can sniff yours!" Jake shot back excitedly. I couldn't believe how in sync we were with our horned up urges. We quickly repositioned - with me laying back and Jake standing over me. He grabbed my thick legs and pulled them towards my chest and lowered his big round furry muscle butt towards my eager face. As he sunk deeper, his giant hairy cheeks parted - giving me my first up close look at my best friend's shitter. I'd seen his ass before in the showers at school and when we'd jerkoff...but I'd never caught a glimpse inside his crack. His hairy trench opened - revealing his pinkish brown hole. It was ringed with dark curls which glistened with sweat. And it stunk. My heart raced as a thousand thoughts flooded my brain: had we both really just gotten turned on by sniffing our farts and was I really about to pig out on Jake's smelly ass while he pigged out on mine? Jake's hands grabbed my cheeks and pulled them wide. The warm air in the room felt amazing on my swampy crack. "Bro. Your ass is so fucking smooth and pretty." Jake cooed in a low voice. "Like a fuckin pussy man." "Yours is so hairy bro. Like I think I need a fucking weed whacker to find the hole!" I laughed as I rubbed and squeezed his hairy globes. "Aw fuck you bro!" Jake cackled - giving my smooth cheeks a quick smack. "Unnnf!" I playfully groaned - wiggling my bubble butt. "What's it smell like bro?" Jake pressed his nose against my hole. SNIFFFFFF "Shit bro. That smells fuckin niiiiiice. Like our jocks after the gym." SNIIIFFFFFFF "But the funk is different..." He sniffed deeper, really pressing in against my pucker. "Like...I don't know bro. Smells like...like...like that fuckin fart bro!" He laughed. "All I know is it's making my dick harder than it's ever been in my fuckin life dude." He said, grinding his 8 inch fuckstick against my pecs and abs. Hearing that Jake was so turned on by how my butthole smelled turned me on even more. "My turn." I said - pushing his cheeks apart and sticking my nose directly against his balloon knot. The already pungent odor was even more intense...like something found at the bottom of my gym bag. SNIIIIIFFFFFFF Instantly my head started spinning. Jake was right...it smelled like sweaty jocks after a long workout. But different. Earthy, sweet, spicy, and slightly sour all at once. I forced my nose hard against the damp folds of his shitter and sniffed again. This time rubbing my face up and down his sweaty crack like the Coach Wolfe look-alike Muscle Bull had done. "Mmmmmffffffuck bro." I groaned. His butt stink was so pungent it was hard to breathe - for a quick second I actually thought I might pass out! He'd clearly not washed his ass in a while and I was pretty sure he hadn't wiped too thoroughly after his last dump. But I didn't care. I needed more... I needed...to taste it. I opened my mouth and flattened my tongue - letting it hang over my bottom lip. The next time I rubbed my face up his crack my tongue dragged up his ripe trench. Once I reached his stink hole I swirled my tongue in a circle and pushed against the tight opening. "Oh shhhit bro! What the- unggfffffff!" Jake moaned - jerking his head up and instinctively pushing back against me. He craned his neck and looked down at me with a crazy look on his face. "OH Fuck yeah! Eat my nasty butt dude!" Didn't have tell me twice. "Eeeehhhnnggggghhhhh!" I mewled - lapping at his dirty hole like a wild animal. It tasted incredible! Like leather and meat and sweat and a slight tangy taste I couldn't quite place but drove me crazy. "Ungfuck bro. Shit shit shhhiit!" Jake started rocking his hips back - smooshing his hefty butt down on my face with considerable force. Groaning a grunting between his long sniffs of my crack. After a few minutes his hole started to relax. I wasn't at all satiated by what I'd currently fed on so I pressed hard with my tongue - making it slip past his outer ring.. "Mmmmfckmanmmmmfffff!" His inner ass was silky smooth and hot on my tongue. And the taste! It was far more intense...far more deviant...far more delicious. My fat 7.5 inch cock frothed precum getting ground between my abs and Jake's hairy pecs - just like his 8 inch rod was getting ground between his beefs abs and my smooth muscle tits. Gurgling out his own dick lube - making things nice and slick. "Fuck yeah bro. Get that tongue up in there nice and deep." Jake hissed at me. "You like how I taste nasty pig boy?" "Mmmmmfffffffuuuckkk!" I groaned as he ground his butt down on my face even harder. "Fuckin right you do. Ahhh fuck yeah! Aww - aww fuck bro fuuuuck....I think...I think I got another fart brewing bro." Jake said. "You... you wanna taste it?" I responded by grabbing his hairy cheeks and pulling them down onto me while clamping my lips around his puckered hole and sucking his ass flesh into my mouth. "Ahhhh shit dude! Shhiiiiit!" Jake cried out with intense pleasure. "Here it comes bro! Eat it!" Jake grunted and suddenly his hole pushed out - buzzing against my tongue BWWWAAAAHHP!! Hot gas instantly filled my mouth. "Oohhhhhhhfffckkkkkyeahhhhhh!" I howled into his ass - savoring the rank air. I should have been disgusted. I should have hated it. But I fucking didn't. It was fucking hot and acrid and de-fucking-licous all at once. I sucked on his loosened pucker a bit before instinct took over and I slowly pushed my tongue as far inside as I could reach. The deeper recesses of his inner ass were hotter and wetter and even more slick. It tasted like sweat and dirt And I craved it. "Fuck yeah faggot! Eat it up. Nasty little bitch pig! Eat my dirty ass!" Jake sneered - bearing down onto my writhing tongue as he sat his fat ass back into my face. Never thought I'd love getting dominated by my best friend... Being forced to feed on his stink... But FUCK this was hot. "More!" I crowed - pulling my face from his crack before diving back in. "Oh you want more pig? Huh? Not done huffing my nasty farts? Want me to stink this place up even worse?" Jake was clearly as into this as I was! "Get ready pig! I feel a big one coming! Herrrrrfffffffffffffuuuuck!" Jake grunted loudly and I felt him really push out. I suddenly had the uncontrollable desire to have his fart blast me in the face so I lifted his hefty cheeks off my mouth just as.... BWAHHP BWAAAHPP BWWWWAAHHHHHPPPPPP! His butthole extended towards me and sputtered out three strong bursts! "FUCK!" I howled - rubbing my face all over his steaming volcano hole. The pure male stench was otherworldly. The smell of testosterone and protein fueled power. It clung to my nostrils and coated my tastebuds. "AWWW FUCK YEEEEEAHH BRO! Blastin' you with my farts like a dirty like pig!" Jake growled as he furiously jerked his fat cock and sniffed the air. "Aww FUCK it fucking stinks so good in here!" "Get your face in my crack dude! I got something for you." I hissed - wrapping my legs around him and pulling his head down towards my ass. "Fuck yeah bro!" Jake grabbed my smooth cheeks and spread them. "Ooohhh...Such a hot smelly muscle boy pussy." He cooed - gently kissing and rubbing on my hairless pink pucker "Oh fuck man. Fuck. I got a big one brewing!" I pushed hard - focusing keeping my asshole muscles relaxed. The pressure in my lower abdomen built and built until finally... FFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP! A long DEEEP blast of hot air exploded from my sweaty hole right in Jake's eager face. Vibrations of intense pleasure coursed through my body - radiating from deep inside my but outwards through my balls and cock. It took every bit of will power I had not to cum right then and there. "Awww FUCK YEAH!" He growled. A second later his mouth latched onto my shitter and his strong tongue started lapping at my pulsing ballon knot. His big hands squeezed my thick glutes - kneading them like dough. Then he forced my cheeks apart before pushing his tongue past my outer ring. "Ohhhshit bro! Shhhiiiitt that feels...uuunngggfffuck!" I groaned - suddenly aware for the first time just how GOOD it felt to have something up my poop chute...and suddenly aware that I wished Jake's tongue was several inches bigger! The rank air in the room was hot and thick and the sounds of the Coach Wolfe lookalike Muscle Bull pounding the hairless twink blasted. Our muscled bodies writhed on each other - slick with sweat and an ever-increasing amount of precum coating our torsos. "Fuck man...I gotta blow this load soon or my balls are gonna burst." Jake grunted - rising back up from between my cheeks. His hairy globes shifting back towards my eager face. "Me too. Stay right there. I wanna smell your butt while I shoot." I was in total jock-pig mode. Driven beyond all my previous boundaries by lust with a hunger to sniff my muscle bro's dirty ass. "Yeah bro get that nose in there." Jake hissed - rocking back onto my face as he began furiously jerking his big bone. My nose and mouth were smashing up against his exposed stink box over and over - constantly sucking in the rankness of his man-trench as I grabbed my own rod and starting beating off with purpose. I stuck my tongue out nice and flat - allowing my to savor the taste of his savory farts that clung to his sweaty flesh and crack hair. "Eeehhhhhhhhhnnggggfffuuuuck!" I mewled. My balls really starting to boil as Jake continued slamming his hefty cheeks back on me. "Ahhh fuck bro! Fuckin' eat my dirty butt!" Jake grunted as he rapidly pounded his cock meat. His hole opened and a long silent fart slipped out - the spicy heat going right into my mouth. "Fuck man! Fucking delicious!" I howled as I continued slobbering all over his winking hole. "Yeah you fuckin fart pig. You like it real fuckin dirty don't you? You like mixing our farts together - getting high off their stench?" Jake hissed. Fuck yeah I did. In fact, I couldn't believe HOW much I loved huffing our combined stink. I felt another rumble in my guts and pushed out. FERRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPTTTTTTT! My ass blasted another long hot rippling fart. Again, the deep vibrations crashed through my body as a wave of intense pleasure. It was like my brain had suddenly rewired itself to get off from farting - my balls tightening up against the base of my shaft - boiling over with cum. "Awww fuck bro! Stinks so good!" Jake barked - furiously slamming his ass back on my face and wildly jerking his fuckstick. He was right. My beefy stench mixed with his spicy stink was making the room spin. My heart pounded in my ears and my body radiated heat. "Shit man! I'm gonna shoot!" I crowed - gripping my cock at the base with one had and squeezing my ballsack with the other just as Jake sat back on my face with his full weight. My tongue digging into his smelly gash as he pushed out. "Me too bro! Don't stop eating my butt! Don't...stop...OHHHHH FFFFFFUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKK!" Jake roared. FRRT FRRRRTTTT FRRRRRTTTTT!! His hole shot out three quick gas bombs onto my eager tongue as his cock exploded all over my dick and stomach. "AGGHHHHHHHHH HUUUUUUNNNNGGGGGGFFFUUUUUUCK YEEEEAHHHHHHH!" Cum raced from my aching nuts and rocketed out my piss slit - splattering all over Jake's furry pecs, abs, and schlong He collapsed on top of me. His smelly ass pushed back onto my welcoming face. Both of us struggling to catch our breath in the airless room we'd seriously gassed out... Ever since that day, Jake and I became more and more obsessed with ass stink. We'd unlocked a level of pig inside us I don't think either of us knew existed. Which brings me back to sitting on the bench in my worn out, stained Bike jockstrap in the locker room at our school... Coach Wolfe's sweaty butt crack hovered an inch away from my face. The fabric of his shorts so sweated through I could see tight black curls of hair matted to his upper thighs as well as his red briefs that perfectly framed his big muscle cheeks. Jake's eyes narrowed and his mouth curled into a shit eating grin as he gave me a quick nod. I took a deep but silent SNIFF through my nose. FUCK. Coach's ass smelled INCREDIBLE. The type of B.O. stink built up over a long sweaty day running drills in 85 degree weather mixed with the rank stench of a dirty ass that probably had been ripping protein farts for hours. My cock immediately chubbed. And my pulse started pounding... "Next time you forget your combo, Heeley...I might just make you stay in your nasty gym gear." Coach Wolfe grunted as he squeezed the bolt cutter handles together. There was a loud metal CLANG as the head cut through Jake's lock. Coach Wolfe yanked the bolt cutter off - making him to shift his weight back even further. Suddenly his big sweaty stinking ass slammed right into me! The moment happened so fast but at the same time everything seemed to slow down. My face was now pressed against the hot sweaty ass of my hot Coach and something snapped inside me. I was unable to control my animalistic instincts and had no choice but feed my inner stink pig. I SNIFFED...Deep. Not caring about staying quiet anymore. At the same time I pushed my tongue out a bit - literally unable to pass up the chance to taste something I'd dreamed about. FUCK. The stink was incredible. But the taste....fucking head spinning!! Salty...earthy...spicy...and sharp in a way I couldn't figure out at the time. All I knew was it was fucking DELICIOUS. Blood rushed to my cock - making it strain against my crusty jock pouch. I don't know what happened but suddenly I lost all control and let out a guttural SNORT as I pushed my gaping pig maw into the soaked stinking fabric covering Coach Wolfe's hairy dump truck ass. "Riggs! What the FUCK?!" Coach Wolfe barked - spinning around so that now I found myself face to face with his bulging crotch! Time suddenly sped up and instantly I snapped back to reality. "Coach! I...I was..." I stammered. My mind racing at how my entire life was probably about to end. "In my office. Now!" Coach steamed. I numbly started to pick up my shorts and tee. "LEAVE IT! Just get your ass in my office now!" Coach sounded mad. Real mad. I couldn't even look at Jake as I quickly got up and made a beeline through the thankfully empty locker room to Coach's office. Once inside I closed the door behind me and began pacing. Desperately trying to come up with a reason - any reason - why I had snorted on Coach's ass. The problem was every time I thought back to the moment, it only made my cock chub even more! And with me standing there basically naked - it was impossible to hide just how turned on I still was. And...it was hot inside Coach's office. I don't think the air conditioning worked since before I was even a freshman - which didn't help the buckets of panic sweat I already had dripping off me. And the fact that the room always smelled like the inside of a gym bag certainly didn't help me calm down at all. "Fuck, Conor!" I scolded myself. "Fuckin stupid!" I knew Coach would probably call my Dad. Or tell the Headmaster - who already hated me. Fuck - what if he didn't let me graduate?! My mind was spiraling when all of the sudden I heard the office door open. I spun around to see Coach striding through. He had a steely look on his face - though I couldn't help but notice his eyes had been looking down at my ass. "Coach I was-" I started. "SAVE IT." Coach's deep voice boomed as he locked the door then went to the windows that looked out on the locker room and closed the blinds. Even though I was fearing for my life I couldn't help but stare at Coach's sweaty man butt. His hairy spheres totally visible through his soaked tight little shorts. "Coach..." I croaked - my throat completely dry. "I said save it, Riggs." Coach's voice was lower. Almost breathy. When he turned back towards me I noticed he had hooked his thumb into the waist of his little shorts, letting his fingers rest on top of his meaty bulge - and his eyes had a flash of something behind them I couldn't quiet place. A moment passed between us that felt like an eternity before he finally sauntered over to the beat up leather couch in his office where he sat down on the worn middle cushion - letting his hairy tree trunk legs spread wide. "Take a seat." He said. Stern, but far less angry than I had anticipated. I hesitantly moved to sit in one of the chairs facing the coach. "No." Coach stopped me. "Take a seat...right here." He pointed to the floor right in front on him. "Uhhh..." My horned up teenage brain started racing. Was I dreaming? "I said take a seat, Riggs." Coach barked - snapping me to. I stepped towards him - suddenly reminded that I was standing there wearing nothing more than my jockstrap. I'd been around Coach in just my jock, or a towel, countless times in the locker room, but here in his private office I was suddenly aware of my near nakedness. My hefty muscle fibers rippling under my sweaty flesh. My hairless skin pouring sweat off my broad shoulders and cliff of a chest and down my back into my smooth crack. My chubbed up cock continuing to betray me... Coach looked up at me with an intense stare I'd never seen from him. He looked like a beast - with his dark eyes and heavy stubble...his hulking muscles wrapped in his tight baby blue polo shirt - soaked through with pungent sweat at his pits and chest. His tiny khaki shorts just as soaked and clearly straining to contain his obscenely engorged tube steak. I lowered myself to the floor between his legs - the air suddenly becoming even more thick with Coach's powerful stench. It was like every smell from our locker room but far more potent. Ball and pit sweat mixed with piss and the unmistakable scent of grungy ass. But there was something else too - something slightly sweet and metallic but also sour that I instantly recognized as dried stale cum. Coach never broke his gaze into my eyes. "So. You like how my dirty ass smells?" It was less of a question and more a statement made at me. "Coach I swear to god I-" My heart pounded in my ears as the two sides of my brain fought against each other. One side terrified for my fucking life. The other more turned on then I'd ever been before. "Riggs." Coach said in a stern, but surprisingly not angry voice. "You could be in the Headmasters office right now. But you're in here...with me. So..." Coach took his time with his next words. "Do you like how my dirty ass smells?" "...Coach?" I managed to croak out. Staring me down - Coach shook his head then let out a little sigh as the corner of his lip curled. BRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT Without breaking eye contact, Coach ripped long deep rumbling fart right at me! "Aahhhhhhhhhh fuck...now that felt GOOD." Coach announced proudly. Almost challenging me. Part of me still worried this was some sort of trick to get me in even more trouble...but the pig side of my brain took control once the hot gas swarmed my face. Looking right back at Coach I greedily sucked in as much as I could through my nose. SNIIIIFFFFF All the doubt and worry I'd been feeling completely disappeared. "Oh fuck Coach!" I moaned. Coach took his own long deep sniff through his broad nose. "Mmmmmmm stinks like a real man, don't it Riggs?" He growled. It did. And I knew I needed more. I took another deep breath in. Savoring the raw meatiness. "Aww fuck Coach. I...love it. I fucking love nasty man stink. All of it." I groaned - my hand instinctively rubbing on the fully hard mound trapped inside my jock. "I see that, Riggs. And I see that cock of yours looks like it could use some space, huh?" Coach hissed. "Take that jock off and give it here." Coach asking for my dirty jockstrap?! It was like I'd suddenly stepped inside one of my gooned out bate dreams! "Yes sir!" I reached down and slipped the jock off - causing my hardon to slap loudly against my smooth 8 pack - and handed it over. Coach brought the unwashed pouch to his face and breathed in. FUCK - it was REALLY dirty. I hadn't washed it in 2 weeks and had regularly worn it all day and night - working out in it, practicing in it, sleeping in it, and of course...jerking off in it. Coach's eyes went wide then rolled back inside his head as he let out a loud low growl. His giant bulge grew even bigger - causing the fly of his little shorts to pull apart, exposing the zipper. "Fuck that's good." Coach said, squeezing his crotch bulge. "You're a young dude, Riggs. But you're a man. It's completely normal for men to get off on the natural stench of other guys. Especially guys who spend as much time in the gym as us." Coach shifted on the couch. Reclining a bit more. Now my head was flanked by his hairy beefy thighs a another waft of his butt stench perfumed my nostrils. "A lot of guys deny liking how they stink. Just like they deny getting off huffing their own farts. But it's part of being a man." Coach looked down at me with a dark sexy grin as he shifted a bit more, sliding down in his seat even further. "If you get off on my smelly ass, I'm not gonna stop you." I was so close to him I could feel the heat radiating off him when suddenly - BBRRFFTTT BBBBRRRRFFFFTTTTTTTTT Coach ripped two more loud farts right in my face! "Ooohhhhfuck yeahhh!" He sighed loudly. "Now take it!" Coach suddenly lifted his legs a bit and grabbed the back of my head - pulling me into his swarthy undercarriage. "Eeenghhhhhaaaaahhhh!" I groaned - my face smashed into the dark wetness of Coach's toxic ass meat as I sucked in his powerful stink and tongued the damp fabric that was covering his erupting fart box. His latest butt brew smelled spicy and beefy like before, but was darker, heavier...and slightly sweet. And I never wanted to smell any other smell ever again. "That's real good, Riggs. Real good. Don't deny your cravings. We're animals. Our strength comes from them." Coach gyrated his hips - grinding his ass onto me as he pulled my face even harder into his butt - closing his massive hairy thighs on either side of my head. I was trapped. And I loved it. "Ahhhhfckfuuckkkk!" I howled into him. My fist pumping on my rock hard fuck stick - getting all good and sloppy with pre jizz. "Yeahhhh bitch!" He breathed. "You really do get off on this, don't you? Shoulda told me sooner." Coach grunted again. BRRFFFTTT BBBRRRRRRRRRTTTTT "Ooohhh fuck yeahhhhh." He groaned. "Coulda been feeding you these protein bombs this whole time instead of just enjoying them myself!" I could barely breathe from the lack of oxygen and my pulse pounded in my ears as I snorted down Coach's latest ass blasts. My hands finding my steel cock and heavy balls - squeezing them both as hard as I could. "Well fuckin' get ready Riggs. You're gonna be my personal stink slave...my dumb himbo fart fag. Taking all the stink I got whenever I say so. Marking you. Covering you in my stench." Coach pulled my head back - his eyes searing into mine. "And if you EVER refuse, I'll tell Headmaster how much of a pervert you are. And you're fucking Pops. So you better just understand this now - my stench OWNS you. No...questions...asked!" Coach growled as he slammed my face into his spread open crack HARD. Coach was in full control. Dominating me. And it drove me wild. This was a deal I could DEFINITELY live with. "Awww Coach! I'm a dumb muscled up jock that needs your alpha stink!" I crowed like the pig I was. "That's good, Riggs. That's what I like to hear." Coach hissed. "Now pull those shorts off me. Time you really got to know my funk." Coach sat up a bit, grabbing the bottom of his sweaty polo - pulling it up over his hulking frame. WHAT A BEAST. His heavy stubble spread down his trunk like neck where it became a blanket of thick black curls that covered his mountainous shoulders, concrete slab pecs and big rounded muscle gut. I spotted a cluster of three moles to the left of his belly button and suddenly remembered the hairy porn daddy Jake and I had beat off to had the same marks! My mind raced even more... FUCK had Coach really done nasty porn back in the day?! I flicked the button on his fly open and pulled the zipper down over his obscene and growing bulge. Then hooked my fingers inside the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. I took in the big gorilla sitting in front of me...the man I'd fantasized about when jerking with my best friend. The man who I would now be serving as his personal fart fag. Coach had on a really worn out pair of red Jockeys with a faded grey waistband. The edges were all frayed and couldn't contain the wild tufts of his dark wiry pubes. The overstuffed pouch had a good sized hole in it - providing a mouthwatering peek at a thick vein running down his girthy cock shaft. The sweaty fabric clinging to the Coke-can-thick giant inside - really showing off his peach-sized hooded cock head where a crusty white stain marked where his leaking piss slit was. A wave of even more intense stink consumed me. SNIIIFFFFFF Coach's lingering farts now mixed with something salty and sour smelling. Which I quickly realized was his unwashed cock. "Not the only one rocking dirty underwear, Riggs. Been wearing these all week. Worked out REAL hard in them last night. Didn't bother showering before coming to work since I knew I'd just be outside in that heat all day running practice." Coach was practically bragging - running his big hand down over his roid gut while pinching one of his fat nips. "Why don't you see just how dirty they are?" With that, Coach pulled his knees up to his chest and slid down into the couch seat. His ultra wide ass expanded in front of me. FUCK - his haunches must have been three feet wide! His big hairy muscle globes barely contained by the threadbare red fabric of his briefs being stretched to their limit. Another waft of trapped gas met my nose. SNIIIIFFFFFFFFF "Ahhhh fuuuck Coach!" It's...it's real fucking nasty!" I croaked - surprised and turned on by how hard it was to actually breathe in. "Fuckin right it's nasty, Riggs! That's what a real man smells like. So you better get fuckin used to it!" Coach barked. I grabbed onto his cheeks and squeezed as I brought my face to the dark triangle of sweat directly over his ass trench. And right there smack dab in the middle I saw it - a three inch streak of brown. "Fuck Coach! You've got major skids!" I hissed. "Ha! Well what the fuck you expect when I ran out of TP this morning and been blasting out farts all day!" Coach boomed - letting out a hearty laugh. "Now...get that nose on there and tell me what I smell like." He ordered - his voice suddenly breathy and low. I pressed my nose directly against the dirt patch and pushed my hole face in between his cheeks. SNIIFFFFFF My eyes watered at the sharp nuttiness. This was different that even the rankest farts I'd smelled. This was overpowering and it burned my nose. SNIIIFFFFFFFFF The initial harshness suddenly subsided. My brain quickly registering that this was a deeply natural stench. This was the smell of a man. "Awww fuck Coach that's fucking nasty but...I don't want to stop smelling it!" I crowed. SNIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFFFFF I picked up on more of Coach's pungent crack sweat and what still lingered of his more savory farts mixing in with his butt grunge. "It's like...like beef?" I struggled to describe exactly what I was smelling. Words sort of lost meaning with my brain now fully operating in Pig Mode. SNNIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF "Heh. Yeeahhh beef sounds about right, you fucking stink fag." Coach growled. "Now get that tongue on there like I know you want to." "Yes sir!" I greedily replied. I stuck my tongue out nice and wide and dragged it over his chocolate skid mark. Pressing my face in until my tongue pushed the dirty fabric up against his shit hole. I gathered spit and let it coat my tongue before swirling it over Coach's skidded up underwear. "Eeehhhhnnggghhhhhhhaaaahhh!" A guttural groan escaped from the deepest parts of me at the taste. It was like nothing like I'd imagined. Bitter but also somehow sweet. Like salt and vinegar and creamy coffee. I sucked the fabric into my mouth and chewed on it - making all kinds of piggy sounds as more of his alpha essence released and coated my tastebuds. "That's it little bitch pig. Savor it." Coach pulled my head deeper into his ass. "Ahh fuuuck got another big one brewing for ya." Coach grunted and I felt his asshole push out against my tongue through the spit-soaked briefs. BWAAPPP BWAAAAAAFFFFFTTTT "SHIT! That felt GOOD!" He roared. His rancid gas invaded my nose and mouth making my head really spin and my cock ooze a thick stream of pre cum all over my pumping fist. Coach took a big SNIFF and let out a sigh. "Fuckin stinks so good in here. Now it's time for you to feed from the source, pig." He pushed me off him and yanked his Jockeys down over his butt - stretching out the waistband towards me. "Get it there." He growled. "Yes sir!" I greedily replied. I brought my face close to his exposed butt cheeks - like two spheres of muscle covered in sweat-matted black curls. Coach pulled the elastic waistband of his briefs over the back of my head - instantly cocooning me inside with his unwashed man ass. It was hot and humid and impossible to get a good breath. And the stink was far more intoxicating. Far more bestial... And right there - less than an inch from my face - was the source of all my piggy lust: Coach Wolfe's hairy alpha asshole. FUCK - it didn't look anything like mine...or Jake's even! My hole is more like a smooth gash with even little wrinkles radiating out from the center. But Coach's hole was swollen and leathery and the folds of his pucker were purplish. It looked like his ass had seen a lot of action - which instantly made me imagine Coach taking a giant cock up his ass. "Hey! You're not down there to look. You're down there to eat my dirty butthole!" Coach barked - snapping me to. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward. My tongue smashed into the hot wet meat of Coach's ring and I immediately started snorting and slobbering on it. "Eeaaahhhhheeennnggghhhaaaa!" I couldn't help sounding like a fucking farm animal at feed time. His hole meat tasted and smelled strongest off all. His pungent alpha sweat trapped inside his deep crevices all day mixed with the earthy spice of his protein farts and the nutty sweetness of his shit. I passed over his dirty knot over and over with long hard licks. Sucking my tongue back in to savor the tastes and produce more spit before my next pass. I licked up and down the hairy inner cheek walls of his crack - loving how this wiry curls felt rough on my tongue. "Aahhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuck that's good!" Coach sighed deeply. I dove back onto his pucker - my strong tongue dragging over the puffy meat which was starting to relax and pulse. A moment later Coach's hole winked open. PAAAFFFFFFTTT PAAAAFFFFFFTTTT! Two loose airy farts escaped right into my mouth! "Aghhhh!!!!!" I groaned as my pulse started really pounding in my ears. I heard Coach let out a little grunt and noticed his hole stayed open. The leathery ridge of his ring gaping - revealing his dark red meat flower. "Get in there." He sighed. This was the perfect time to break out one of the moves Jake and I loved practicing on one another. I flexed my tongue and pressed it against the center of his meat creases rubbing in a circle a few times before pushing. Coach's hole opened more, allowing my tongue to sink in until my lips latched onto his outer ring. "Agghhhhhrrrrr!" Coach groaned wildly. I used my tongue to swirl around the hot greasy wetness of is shit chute - sucking in the deviant flavors I discovered inside all while keeping my lips tightly locked on his hole. I had never eaten a hole this experienced...this dirty. As I feasted on his alpha grunge flashes of Coach raced through my mind... Coach fucking that little cumdump twink in that Nasty Pig porno. Then slurping countless anonymous loads from its hole. Coach jerking off here on his couch - while watching us boys horse around in the shower through the open blinds. Coach in a seedy fuck club - up in a sling getting this asshole fisted by an even bigger dude. Coach on the toilet here in his office jerking up and down on his hard cock before letting out a thunderous fart followed by the deep crackling of a giant shit log dropping into the bowl! The devious taste offered by his shit hole was like an aphrodisiac to me. This was manhoood in its truest essence. Unwashed. Natural. Feral. I could have stayed trapped inside his dirty Jockey's forever - fantasizing about him. But Coach's voice suddenly boomed. "My cock needs out - NOW!" He pulled the briefs off my head, shoved my face off his ass and stood up. He hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his Jockeys and pushing them down - making his giant 10 inch hardon spring out...just barely missing smacking me in the face! FUCK - I knew this cock! Shaped like a 10 inch baseball bat. Fat at the base and even fatter towards the the head - which was partially covered with thick foreskin. THIS was the cock Jake and I were drooling over the first time we discovered our addiction to farts! I couldn't believe it...Coach Wolfe was the Muscle Bull from that Nasty Pig porno! I almost said something but the pungent stink that came with his swinging schlong meat hit me like a whiff of smelling salts. Coach must have noticed me staring wide-eyed at his member. "You've probably wanted to get a look at this thing for the last 4 years, is that right pig? Well here it is...and now you're gonna learn how a real man's cock smells and tastes." Coach growled. He squeezed his shaft and slowly pulled his heavy hood back revealing his bulbous mushroom. Pulling back even more - he exposed the flared ridge of his cock head - the deep cleft ringed with a crusty off-white residue. "There ya go, pig. Can't have you missing out on my nasty dick cheese." Coach said with a laugh. "Now...smell it." He ordered. I brought my nose up to his snake... SNIFFFFF FUCK - it was rank. It smelled like stale piss and week old cum loads. "Aw shit Coach. That's really fucking strong!" I moaned. Half disgusted - half even more horned up than before. "Fuck right it's strong." Coach barked before brutally slapping his 10 inch bone across my face! I let out a coy little yelp. Embracing the pathetic stink sub I was becoming. "Now suck that shit off, pig." Coach growled as he shoved his giant tool right up against my waiting mouth. I'd never sucked a cock before. Up until that moment most of my gay fantasies involved eating ass...But instinct took over and I immediately latched my lips onto his fat head. Then grabbed hold of his girthy shaft with one hand and his swinging ballsack with the other. I slid my lips down over his mushroom until they reached his prominent ridge - surprised at how quickly my entire mouth was getting filled. I snaked my tongue around his crusty cleft and my mouth instantly exploded with an intense and savory flavor! "Mmmmmmfffckk!" I moaned like a disgusting little pig boy. "Aahhhhhhhh fuck yeah! Feast on my alpha smeg." Coach sighed. "Now go on...really suck on that head. Hard." I sucked and slurped so hard my jaw quickly started to ache. But the groans of pure pleasure coming from Coach kept me going strong. "Ahhh shit! That's fucking GOOD! Now really pull my nutsack and work my shaft. Come on!" Coach growled. "Chew the head. Go on. CHEW!" He commanded. I'd always thought the goal of sucking cock was to NOT use your teeth. But I wasn't about to start questioning Coach. I gnawed on his spongy meat - lightly at first but I quickly upped my bite force as Coach's groans intensified. "Aahhhh fuuuck! Fuckin jock pig chewing on my cheesy dick head!" Coach roared. I looked up and he had both his eraser nips clenched between his fingers - really pulling on them. Seeing how much pleasure Coach was getting from me sucking his dirty alpha cock only got me more horned up. I sucked and chewed even harder. And started trying to force the tip of my tongue into his leaking piss slit to taste his sweet precum. But I wanted more. I had a burning hunger in me to taste Coach's alpha seed - and I needed it soon. So I released his shaft and balls and grabbed hold of his sweaty hairy ass mounds and forced my head forward. Now, I gag whenever I brush the back of my tongue so it came as a huge surprise to me that Coach's swarthy tube steak met no resistance as I sucked it in - inch by inch. "SHHHIIIIIT!" Coach sighed - gently rocking his hips to help things along. His cock head hit the back of my mouth with seemingly nowhere left to go. But my body took over and I felt my throat muscles relax - allowing his meat to force its way deeper and deeper...and deeper. Suddenly his wiry bush was brushing my nose! I felt one of Coach's big hands on the back of my head and heard him sigh as his flexed his hips - forcing the last inch of his dick down my throat. I couldn't believe it! My face was smashed into Coach's sweaty pubes. I had swallowed all 10 fat inches of his schlong! I took a deep inhale. SNNIIIIIIIFFFFF The sweat, the days old BO, the taste of his dick cheese and butt grime, the lingering stink of his alpha farts. The pressure of his giant cock forcing its way towards my sternum... My hands gripped his butt cheeks and my fingers rubbed on his swampy hole. It was sensory overload. "Mwwwaaahhhhhffckkkk!" I cried out. "AGH! Fuck yeah play with my dirty hole!" Coach wailed as he started humping my face with serious force. "FUCK! Such a perfect throat pussy!" Saliva poured from my mouth, frothing all over his shaft as my throat made all sorts of wet sloppy squelching sounds. "SHIT! You got me close pig. Fuckin feels so good fuckin your dumb jock face!" Coach was really slot fucking my throat now. "You want this alpha cum? Huh bitch? You want me to feed you?" "Gllgackahhhmmmlllaahhkk!" Was all I could respond. "Yeeeahhhhhhhh pig! You fuckin want it bad! You fuckin love being my stink fag!" Coach heaved. "FUCK my balls are really churning!" Coach grunted again. His shitter flexed and flapped against my digging fingers. BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPTTTTT!!! Hot wet gas blasted my digits and a second later swirled into my nostrils. "OOHHHH FUCK YEAH! FEELS SO FUCKIN GOOD FARTIN AND FUCKIN YOUR NASTY PIG FACE!" Coach roared. "HERE IT COMES!" Coach YANKED his cock from my throat and furiously pounded it as a think white jet of cum blasted from his piss hole - right into my gaping mouth. "AAAGGHHHHHHHHHHFUUUCKK!" He screamed as spurt after spurt of jizz pooled on my tongue. I latched onto his mushroom and sucked as he continued fisting his shaft. The hot goo quickly filling my mouth. BRRRRRPPPTTTT BBRRRRRPPPTTTT "AHH - AHHHHHH SHIIIT!" Coach blasted two more deep farts as his cum jets slowed - just as his load completely filled every bit of space in my mouth. I popped my lips off his head and swirled his cum around - reveling in the sweet tangy flavors while inhaling the beefy stench his butt just released. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmglaaahhhhhhhfuuckk!" I gurgled - looking right into Coach's wild beast eyes as I greedily swallowed his hot alpha seed. Coach breathed heavily, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Fuuuuuuck! Now That's the nasty shit I needed." He beamed - then playfully slapped his fat cock across my face. "Mmmmmm fuck Coach. You're stink drives me fucking insane." I groaned. "Heh. Yeah I fuckin know Riggs. I think you're gonna be a real good little pig for me." Coach said with a laugh. He pulled my up to my feet - steadying me against his brick wall body - towering over me. My steel rod of a cock smacking against his tree trunk thigh while still-hard monster slid against my upper abs. "Looks like you got something that needs taking care of." He said low and husky - gripping my cock in his big hand and squeezing hard. "How are we gonna deal with that?" Coach stared down at me and I stared right back. I bit my lip and grunted. FFFRRRRAAAPPPP FFFRRRRRAAAAAAAPTTT! "Eennghhh!" I coyly groaned like a bitch as my smooth butthole exploded with two wet sloppy farts. Coach's eyes went wide and a big grin flashed across his face as he took a deep sniff. "FUCK YEAH!" He howled - his eyes wild with lust. I leaned in close - grinding my entire hairless jock body into his Muscle Bull frame. "And I got a lot more where that came from." TO BE CONTINUED...