He looked at me. "As it is, I think we can help you. Of course... there's a price for that, as I'm sure you know."
I nodded. "Of course".
What am I getting myself into now?
"I'm John, by the way. Will, it looks like you'll have help tonight. But I guess I can't keep your reward from you." With that, he sat down on the bench, and without delay, Will sat on the floor at his feet.
John lifted up one foot and Will pulled his sneaker off. John wasn't wearing socks, and Will held the shoe up to his face and breathed in a couple times before taking John's foot in his hands, lifting it to his face as he began licking the sole. He moved up and licked between each of the toes before slipping each in his mouth in turn. Then he repeated the process on John's other foot. Will had that look somewhere between ecstasy and nausea on his face that I'd seen before on men lost in pleasure.
John, meanwhile, merely looked bemused, and when he'd had enough, he pulled his foot away from Will. With that, he stood up and the pair quickly took off their workout outfits. Soon the pair of them were as naked as I was. As we all walked over to the shower area, I had a chance to look them over. John was tall, skinny and wiry, his hair just longer than a buzz cut. He looked like the sort of guy you see wearing wire-rimmed glasses and twitching from too many espressos as he rants about something he heard on NPR. Will was closer to my body type, thick around the middle –though the greying hair at his temples implied that he was a few years older than me.
The shower room had no stalls, just nozzles on three walls of the room. I was more than eager to have a chance to wash all the piss dried on me, but instead of turning any of the taps, John leaned back against one of the tiled walls and laced his fingers together, putting his hands on top of his head. Will stepped up to him and moved his face right up against one John's hairy armpits, and I could see him breathing in John's smell.
Oh... he really is a sweathog, I guess
, I thought to myself as he began licking John's armpit.
"So, Piss Whore... just follow Will's lead here."
I knew I needed these guys' help, so I stepped up to John's other armpit. With my face close up, the smell hit me: John obviously hadn't been using deodorant, and had just finished a workout on top of that, so there was a strong musky odor of fresh sweat layered on top of the day's buildup. Though it hit me with quite a wallop, the smell wasn't overpowering – and much to my surprise, it wasn't unpleasant. It had those same notes that caused excitement when I'd smelled a man's crotch.
I leaned closer, and began licking the armpit. Now the bouquet was all around me, and there was a salty taste on my tongue – the taste of man. It was powerful and arousing, and suddenly I felt a jolt of pain. It was my cock, pressing against the plastic cage of the chastity device. I could tell if I got any more turned on it would be quite uncomfortable.
I closed my eyes and just kept licking John's armpit clean. Without really thinking about it, my hand reached up to his chest and my fingers found his nipple, which I began rolling between my fingers. A movement in the corner of my vision confirmed that Will was paying similar attention to John's cock. He didn't wait much longer until he dropped to his knees and pressed his face to John's crotch to breath in his smell there.
John seemed to enjoy the attention I was giving to his nipple, so I moved my mouth to the closest one and my fingers to its opposite number. That also meant I could look down and watch as Will's tongue worked its way around John's crotch. Not paying special attention to the cock yet, he was licking deeply along the seams of John's thighs, and then underneath the scrotum – the places where the smell would be strongest. Gathering up John's aroma seemed more important than pleasing his member, and Will made no attempt to service it. I was starting to wonder if the relationship between these two men was "sexual" at all.
John pushed my head away, and as he did so, Will moved back. He gestured for me to get on my knees. Perhaps I would be given the opportunity to service him?
He stepped in front of me and gripped his cock. "I'm intrigued by your occupation, Piss Whore," he said. "So I think I'll test you out." By the time he was done saying that, he had already started pissing, aiming his stream right at my mouth. The first of it splashed on my face until I could open my mouth, but soon I was catching his stream and swallowing quickly. Just like his sweat, his piss had a musky, manly flavor and as I was gulping it down, I thought to myself,
maybe I am a piss whore, after all
.
His flow slowed to a trickle and stopped. He looked over at Will. "Well, go on... tell me if you like the taste and smell of
that
."
With a bit of reluctance, Will leaned over to me and began licking the piss off my face. I could see John nodding to himself. "Yes, I liked that. You may have been an inspiration, Piss Whore. We may just have to incorporate that into our routine." Though he didn't say anything, I could feel Will tense up as he heard that. John must have noticed that too, as he commented, "Oh, just a little price to pay. You wouldn't want to lose access to me, would you? I know how long you were looking for someone like me."
Will was done licking my face clean and had moved away from me. "He'd lick the sweat from my brow if I let him. He feels guilty but he can't feel ashamed," John said. He turned around to face the wall and leaned forward, sticking his ass out. "And anyway, Piss Whore is gonna handle one of your other duties for you today."
The task seemed obvious. Still on my knees, I shuffled forward and moved my face in to begin rimming John. His musky smell was powerful here, and I could taste the sweat as my tongue touched his asshole. That didn't subtract from his flavor, however, and I was quickly lapping at his hole.
From above, John looked over his shoulder. "I feel it coming on... you better corral him, Will."
I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but I could feel the other man moving behind me, his thighs pressing against the back of my shoulders.
What, does he think I don't want to eat this ass?
As I kept up my tongue action, I could feel Will's hands on my head, holding it in place.
John's asshole twitched below my tongue in a way I'd never felt before. I was thinking I was getting him excited when, with a rippling noise, John farted in my face.
Oh, shit, it's...
The smell!
I almost gagged, and instinctively I tried to pull my head back from the noxious gas fumes. This, of course, was why Will was holding me in place. I only managed to move back a couple inches, and as I struggled to breathe – or not breathe – John cut loose with another one, a longer, rippling fart that sounded more like thunder from this close up. And the smell was overpowering! My eyes were watering as the hands on the back of my head pressed me forward, and I had no choice but to go back to licking his asshole, the pungent smell still caught around me like a cloud.
"Oh, I think these are especially strong today," John said once the fumes wafted up to him. He sounded almost jovial. "You see? Piss Whore is doing you a real favor."
All I could do was keep going until I was released, so I tried to focus on the pleasing aspects of the asshole in front of me, not what it had expelled. John's body relaxed a bit and he pushed his ass a bit more into my face – a sign I was doing a good job, even if made it even harder to breathe. I kept going for a couple more minutes, starting to work my tongue into John's asshole a bit more, and again starting to enjoy the work.
"Okay," he said. "I feel one more coming on, and this one's not gonna be a surprise... so I just want you to lock your lips to my asshole and wait for it."
Oh, fuck no! He wants to fart right in my mouth! That's not right.
At the same time, I also wondered if it could be any worse that being right in front of it... maybe I wouldn't be able to smell it this way. And what else was I going to do at this point? I stretched my mouth into an 'O' and moved to cover John's asshole. Just out of habit, my tongue darted out and poked at his opening a couple times. And then, I felt that twitching again... and then, he farted in my mouth.
It was, more than anything else, a curious sensation. The closest I could relate it to would be to blowing up a balloon and then letting it deflate back in your mouth. But this was a more powerful blast of warm air, and volatile... and... I could
taste
it. I tried to breathe through my nose, as Will's hands held my face tight against John's body. My tongue flicked at him a couple more times, and as john's body relaxed, Will released his hold on me. I could move back, to get fresh air, to breathe...
...and, involuntarily after having that compressed air pushed into me, I belched loudly, and I could taste the fart once again. I was dizzy, and felt like I was going to simply pass out.
And just then, a locker door in the change area next door
clanged
. Someone else had arrived for a late night workout. Suddenly, John and Will were models of discretion, stepping away from me. Without saying anything, they walked out of the shower area, and back toward the lockers. I wobbled for a few seconds, breathing in and out, trying to maintain my balance. Finally, I tentatively stood up, and felt, to my surprise, not much worse for wear as I also left the showers.
As I entered the locker area, I saw a guy walking back out to the gym and start jogging in place. I guess he didn't notice that the two men coming out of the shower weren't wet!
