Crushed By Tim 19

Daniel didn't realize it but he was about to sucuum to Tim's sexual power. It was after the rugby match and Tim was getting ready to shower. I loved that smell hanging in the air, the stench a full team, after a game.

Without realizing it, I was staring at Daniels armpits. He was sitting opposite me on the bench. Something about his reddish damp pit hair, had me excited. He had a perfect build for a twenty year old. Lean but powerful and sculpted. Short strawberry blonde hair, freckled, a cheeky smile and oozing sex appeal.

Tim was stripping off. His sweat soaked rugby shirt was first to go. Then the visual feast, of a wet stocky, perfectly musculed, twenty year old jock. Daniel couldn't help but stare. Rugby boot off and then came the stench from Tim's feet. An instant turn on for me. He had forced me to lick him so many times, I had come to relish the taste.

Daniel laughed and shouted 'fucking smelly bastard Tim'. The second rugby boot was off and then his shorts. Daniel probably expected a laugh or a comment back from Tim. Instead he was ignored until Tim was stripped right down.

He stared at me and gulped. He couldn't help himself. Daniel was so impressed by Tim's thighs, cock and balls, he started to go hard himself.

Tim grabbed his socks off the floor, strutted over to Daniel and flattened him down on the changing bench. Tim's balls rested on Daniels chin, his cock rose menacingly over Daniels face.

Daniel moaned and tried to free his arms but Tim had him firmly pinned and trapped.

'you were saying?'..' what Tim what the fuck?' 'you want to complain about the smell?' ..

Before he had a chance to answer, Tim had Daniel's nose plugged to force his mouth open. Daniel was gagged with Tim's sock.

Daniel struggled and mumbled as he slowly drank all of Tim's sock sweat. Tim just grinned, watching him, getting harder the more Daniel came deeper under his spell.

Tim must of had him there for at least half an hour, maybe more. Everyone else was gone except the three of us. We were all hard as fuck.

Daniel lost control, his cock erupted. Load after load shot up, landing on Tim's wide shoulders, some shooting over his head and down onto Daniel's eyes. When he was completely drained and exhausted, Tim got off him and grinned.

Daniel just lay there covered in sweat, breathless, glowing with orgasm. He was too overwhelmed to say anything, when he could finally sit up, he stared over at me, cum dripping from his redish brow, 'fuck man' he moaned.

Tim locked him with a side headlock, grabbed his second sweaty sock off the floor and dragged Daniel off into the shower.

I could see them through the steam, Daniel submitted repeatedly, humbled, subdued and overpowered in every measure by Tim. Cum and sweat particles filled the rolling shower mist. Tim's smell, the one I worshipped most, was dominant.

I couldn't help myself. I saw Tim's rugby soaked shorts on the bench and covered my face deep into his smell. My entire body shook, almost violently, as soon as I put my cock in his shorts. Cum flooded in, leaving a chalky pool.

Tim would see that. He would make me pay later.