A Sneaky Pig

One for the stench lovers! 

All characters are 18+

Maybe I was dropped on my head as a child. Maybe I was repeatedly dropped on my head as a child, but whatever the reason, I had grown up to become a very strange individual.

Don't get me wrong. On the outside, I was a normal eighteen year old, doing normal eighteen year old things. I was in my final year of high school, I had pretty good grades, and I was almost guaranteed a place in a good college the following year. I had a few closed friends, too.

Jack was a few months older, and we'd been close since middle school. Liam was nineteen, he'd skipped out on college because he was making money working with his dad, and Connor was the youngest of the group, though he'd just turned eighteen, too.

As friends go, we were a tight group. We'd shared with each other, pretty much everything that a group of teenage boys could share, and whilst the three of them knew that I was somewhat on the fence with my sexuality, none of them knew my real secret.

So what was my real secret? I don't know when it started, but what I do know is that the stench of a man had the power to make me cum without even touching myself. There was nothing in the world that turned me on as much as the hot, strong, raunchy musk of a straight man. Maybe it was the pheromones coursing through their big, muscular, hairy, straight bodies. Maybe it was the lack of care they showed in cleansing themselves when compared to most women and most gay men. Whatever it was, I was addicted to the smell of heterosexual men.

You might think that such a thing isn't really an absurd secret, and I guess it wouldn't be if it didn't turn me into a devious, stench craving beast at every possible opportunity. I'd done things that I was ashamed of, to the point that I knew which of my three friends had the muskiest cock. I knew which of them wore their underpants for the longest before changing, and I knew which of them used their socks as cum rags.

Liam was arguably the hottest young man I knew. He wasn't traditionally hot, insofar as he wasn't some shredded body builder with gleaming white teeth and a jawline that could cut steel, but he was as straight as they come, and wore his sexuality proudly.

He wasn't a small guy, either. The muscle he did have had come from his job as a bricklayer. There was no six pack, nor did he have bulging arms, but he was beefy and hairy, and he was quite happy to stew in his own stink for a few days at a time.

When I first found myself filtering through his laundry basket, I almost couldn't contain myself. He was a boxer shorts kinda guy, and when I found a pair of freshly used ones in the crotch of his work pants, it took me only seconds before I orgasmed in his bedroom whilst he took a shower.

Cock stains clung to the sweet fabric. Every deep breath filled my lungs with a musk so powerful that my mouth salivated and my cock did, too. His ripe hole had rubbed up and down the garment for the entire day. My tongue lapped at the saltiness of the stains that had spilled from his beefy cock, and as my own underwear began to weep with sperm, I reluctantly put them back and felt the familiar punch of disappointment in myself.

Connor was the cutesy type. He was very shy when he wasn't around us, but we'd become quite close over the years, so the day that I found his white boxer briefs stuffed down the side of his bed, I could hardly contain myself.

He wasn't as aromatic as Liam, but his delicious pre-cum stains were exactly what I had expected from a pretty boy like Conner. The slightly sweet pang made me horny, but when I found his balled up socks, thick with the stench of his sweaty feet, I felt myself come closer and closer. I stuffed them into my mouth, with his boxer briefs draped over my face, and as I sucked, I got the familiar taste of sperm.

I unfurled the moist socks and stared excitedly at the luke-warm mess that he'd pumped into them. It felt like all of my birthdays had come at once, and it wasn't long before I was cumming, too.

I slurped his young juices from the dirty socks and swallowed hungrily as I sucked his scent into me. When I exploded on my stomach, I used his socks to wipe it up, and I returned them to where I had found them, and felt the disgust that I deserved to feel.

Jack was a beast of a man. Unlike Connor and Liam, he cared more about his physique than anything else in the world. He worked out every single day of the week, and sometimes more than once. He was rugged and stocky, and he was undoubtedly the most laid back person I had ever known.

When Jack found out that I was questioning my sexuality, he pulled his Coke can cock from his pants and let me hold it. It wasn't even a problem for him, and as I did my best to suck his stench into me, all he said was "so, do you like it?"

I wish I could say that we had some raunchy sex after that, but Jack was simply so comfortable in his sexuality that he was prepared to let me test my theory. He would almost certainly be less prepared to let me test it any further.

He was a very handsome man, too, but the most exciting thing about Jack was that he was the only uncircumcised one out of the lot of us, and he actively described the stink of his cock after a sweaty jerk off session.

His underwear had been the most difficult to acquire, for the simple fact that he rarely changed them.  Perhaps it makes me worse than him, because I could think of nothing better than to bury my face in the crotch of his underwear and sniff until I passed out.

It was on a camping trip when I finally managed to snag his undies. It was the riskiest of all my endeavours, because he was sitting outside the tent with the others when I pulled them from under his sleeping bag and huffed the odour.

Words simply cannot describe the magical feeling that rushed through me as I hoovered his filth. His briefs were thick with sweat and cum stains. Pubes littered the inside, and the pong of his pure, masculine, unwashed hole made me orgasm manically.

So, what's my story? Is that all that happened? Well, no.

In fact, that was the precursor to the most amazing night of my life, and it all happened on Christmas Eve. Because although I had been as careful as I could to cover my tracks as I went about my sneaky, perverted fantasies, I had made a fatal mistake.

I had underestimated my ability to be a sneaky little pig, and all it took was Liam to question why his underwear had been removed from the seat of his work pants. That in turn led to Connor wondering why a load had been added to his left sock rather than his usual right one, and it ended with Jack recalling the time when I insisted on staying in the tent whilst he stayed outside.

All of this, of course, was discussed without my knowledge, so when I arrived for our annual Christmas Eve party and found myself being stood in Jack's bedroom staring down at an entire bed of dirty, used underwear and socks, all I could do was gawp, because I had no idea when I arrived, that my life was about to change.

"Happy Christmas".

Jack lifted a pair of ripe white briefs up from the bed between his finger and thumb and waved them longingly in front of me. It almost felt like I'd been put under a spell. The humiliation of being exposed as a stench loving pervert should have made me cringe, but how could I cringe when I'd been presented with an entire bed of the most delicious looking underwear?

"This was actually much easier than trying to find a Christmas present in the store for you" Connor sniggered.

"And it was free" added Liam with a smirk.

I pulled my eyes away from the glorious sight and looked around at them apologetically. I was sure that even with their incredibly kind gesture, I had ruined any friendship that we'd had.

"I'm sorry" I sighed, my eyes falling to the floor as I waited for their judgement.

"Cumming on my socks was a dick move" Connor said, "but dude, you could have just asked".

"Yeah, I mean, if my dick stink gets you off, then I could have saved you so much sneaking around" Jack laughed.

I couldn't believe my ears. I stared at them, waiting for them to burst into laughter and tell me to get out, but they didn't, they simply smiled.

"So uh... Do you need privacy or something?" Liam enquired, standing awkwardly near the bed and grimacing at the sight of the countless stained garments.

"Fuck no" Jack interrupted, "I wanna see this pig in action!"

My jaw dropped and my pants tented. It was like my world had crashed down and been rebuilt in seconds. Being called a pig by my best friend made the pre-cum stain in my grey sweatpants become visible almost instantly.

"Look at him" Connor smirked, "he's eager".

I didn't know what to do. I stood there almost as awkwardly as Liam, until Jack draped his sweaty arm over my shoulder and his waft made me shiver with pleasure.

"You like that, do you?" He grinned, "like that sweaty stink?"

I nodded mindlessly. I felt like a god damn zombie, but nothing about this situation was normal, so I went with it.

"Well go on then" he said, lifting his barrel like arm up to reveal the dark wet patch beneath.

With a mixture of nervousness and excitement, I leaned my face closer to his wet pit and inhaled his strong, sharp fragrance. My head was pushed forward by Connor and held in place as they laughed, and I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

"Don't be so rough with him" Liam said sternly, and Connor let me go. But I didn't want to go. I kept my face buried in Jack's warm, wet pit and breathed deeply.

"See?" I heard Connor say, "he likes it".

I was so painfully erect that it was useless trying to hide it. My eager cock bulged in my sweatpants and there wasn't a single thing I could do about it as I continued getting the most out of my buddies sweat patch.

When Jack finally moved me back, I was doing everything I could to prevent my orgasm.

"Here" Connor grinned, and I looked down to see his trousers around his knees and his grey boxer briefs damp at the front.

"No sucking my dick or anything, though. Got it?" He asked, and I nodded intently.

"Well come on then" he sighed, pointing to the spot in front of him.

I scarpered forward, dropping to my knees like an obedient dog, and waiting for whatever gift my best friend was prepared to give me. Did I feel pathetic? Yes, and it only added to the pleasure racing through me.

"Don't you two look!" Connor barked, pointing his finger at the others, "this is weird enough already" he added with a breathy laugh.

I don't know if they turned away. I didn't really care one way or the other. All I cared about now was Connor.

He slipped the front of his underwear down to reveal a hairless cock and balls. It wasn't exactly my type, but his warm aroma filled my nostrils instantly, and I drooled as he revealed the inside of his briefs.

"Go ahead" he nodded, as his droopy cock hung over me, "put your face in em'"

I didn't need to be asked twice. I leaned forward until the seat of his underwear covered my entire face, and I sucked in his sweet scent as he dropped his cock and balls onto the back of my head.

"Look" he guffawed, slapping his tool across my head, "he's a dick head".

The three of them barked with laughter, but it was only succeeding in making me more fucking ravenous than I already was.

I felt his wet patch with my tongue, and I lapped at it like I was dying of thirst. It was instantly recognisable as pre-cum, and I wondered what about this situation had excited him enough to produce it.

I slurped at the stains and kept the warm part where his asshole had been, right across my nose. After a few more minutes, Connor shoved me up, and my eyes widened at the sight of his erect cock.

"Don't ask" he told me with a shrug.

I was led back to the bed, but I was so violently horny that I was in some sort of daze, and didn't even know who had taken me there.

"Go on" someone whispered, and I felt hands on my body, slowly stripping away my clothes until I was naked and as hard as a rock.

"What are you doing?" Liam spat at Connor and we all turned to find him holding my underwear to his nose.

"I was just seeing what the fascination is" he shrugged, his cock still exposed and hard, "it's actually not too bad".

"You're sick" Liam hissed, and Jack nudged him. "No, I don't mean... I just mean... Forget it".

I crawled onto the bed and felt the cocktail of stink waft up. I could see yellow stains from piss and cum, pubes, patches and grubbiness. I could feel moisture on my hands and knees, hopefully from loads, and if this wasn't heaven, I didn't know what was.

I didn't care that the trio were looking at my naked body. I didn't care that they now knew my sick secret. I didn't care about anything.

I pulled piles of the stenchy undies into my hands and held them over my face as I took large, deep huffs. It took less than a minute before I was shoving wet briefs and sweaty boxers into my mouth, and using others to jerk my bulging cock.

The three of them stood around the bed, and much to my surprise, both Connor and Jack were now naked from the waist down.

"This shouldn't be as hot as it is" Jack said, sloshing his hand up and down his wet prick.

"Here" Liam eventually growled, and lifted his socked foot onto the bed, "knock yourself out".

It felt like bolts of electricity were rushing through me as I leaned forward and buried my nose into his moist sole. It was stunningly beautiful, and it was enough to make me explode across the bed.

"Yeah, I think he liked it" Connor sniggered, as I gasped and moaned and squirmed on the bed for all of them to see.

"You think?" Jack chuckled, and Liam simply watched me curiously.

When the orgasm finally finished, I lay there exhausted and confused. Was this it? Would they get rid of me now and think that I was some sort of weird creep? When Connor rushed over to the bed and began to dump his load across my face, I guessed not.

I lay there, wide eyed and gasping as my best friend drained his balls onto me. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and accepted his gift graciously, and then I felt the bed sink and a large rope of cum burst from Jack's thick cock and drenched me.

As the two young men came all over me, Liam stood idly by and watched, and when they were finished, he cleared his throat and everyone looked at him, breathless.

"That was probably the gayest shit I've ever seen" he said seriously, and I gulped a mouthful of cum.

"But I guess everyone's a little gay at Christmas" he added with a devious grin, and pulled down his pants.

So all in all, maybe I was dropped on my head as a child and maybe I was a pervert, but if so, I was the happiest god damn pervert on the planet.