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Starting chapter four I will be moving this series to the Incest/Taboo category as the series will be progressing into relationships that contradict with "normal" societal mores (hence the reason for changing it to the taboo category). I know many of you may not like the transition and I do apologize in advance for that but my stories are character driven and this is where they are headed so I kind of feel like my hands are tied as far as this matter is concerned; if you feel like this will be a problem, don't read any future chapters for this series after this chapter.
Some readers have expressed some confusion with the story being narrated by two different characters (Kyle and Skylar) in first-person point of view. The narrator changes when there is a break in the chapter. You will notice this break by the use of asterisks (those little star symbols), so when you see the asterisks, it means the story is now being told by the other narrator. I may use more than two narrators in the future so I will try to come up with a more distinct and clear way of identifying the narrator when that time comes.
All sexual encounters mentioned in my story involved people who are (or were) 18 years of age or older at the time. This series is a work of fiction; all characters, groups, organizations, and events in this series are fictional and any resemblances are entirely coincidental. Now without further ado, please enjoy the story.
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I normally love the sun, but when it shines on my eyelids in the morning when I'm sleeping I want to kill it! I almost immediately calmed down because now that I was somewhat conscious I can smell that wonderful scent—Skylar.
I inhaled deeply and his wonderful scent came rushing in and it somehow both calmed and excited me at the same time. His scent was so wonderful—and exhilarating. I slowly opened my eyes so my pupils could accommodate the light from that bastard sun and I noticed his exposed armpit only inches away from my face. I looked at him more closely and he appeared to be sleeping.
I felt weird for doing it, but I kind of felt like I almost had to. I leaned forward and closed the short distance between my nose and his armpit, and when I felt his armpit hairs brush against my nose, I inhaled—oh my God! His scent seemed to course through my entire body.
I reluctantly pulled my nose away and sat up so I could admire Skylar. He was so perfect in so many ways. I reached my hand out and ran my hand through his white-blonde hair and looked at his beautiful face. With his eyes closed his overall looks were fair in both beauty and complexion, though I knew the second he would open his eyes those midnight blue eyes would stand out from the rest of his light-colored features like a sore thumb. The juxtaposition between the color of his eyes and the rest of his features was simply breathtaking and never ceased to amaze me.
I averted my eyes to his chest and I admired his pecs and abs. Knowing he wouldn't care if I did and knowing he was a deep sleeper, I ran my hand along his chest, over his pecs and down to his stomach where I thoroughly enjoyed the feel of his abdominal muscles. I started to reluctantly pull my hand when all of sudden his hand quickly reached up and held my hand on his stomach, preventing its retreat.
"Don't stop now, that was feeling good."
I pulled my hand firmly away like I touched something hot and looked up to see those wonderful dark blue eyes staring back at me and the bastard had a huge smile on his face that made my already racing heart stop and then beat even faster. "I thought you were sleeping," I said, knowing my face was beet red.
Just when I thought he couldn't smile any wider, he proved me wrong. "Clearly; not that I mind you feeling me up while I sleep—I just groped your ass not even ten minutes ago—I just thought I would mess with you a little by pretending to sleep."
"Asshole."
"You know you love me."
"Shut up. You don't have to remind me of my unrequited love for you."
Skylar slowly lost his smile and it turned into a frown, but he quickly smiled again. "I thought it was pretty hot that you leaned in and took a whiff of my armpit and moaned though-it made my dick jump."
"I did not moan!"
"Hate to break it to you, Ky, but you totally did. I couldn't make that shit up—I almost forgot that you had a thing for my pits," he lifted his armpit and brought it closer to my nose, "Take a whiff and give it a lick."
I felt my face turn even redder from a mix of emotions that included anger, embarrassment, and even lust. "Stop making fun of me! I know I'm fucking weird and it's fucked up that I want to do that stuff but you don't have to rub it in my face."
Skylar looked frustrated and I knew I was about to be given a speech. "There is nothing fucking wrong with you, okay? You are the closest thing to a perfect human my mind can possibly imagine and I'm not going to let you feel disgusted with any aspect of your attraction to me. I don't care if you are attracted to the dirt under my toenails, I wouldn't think you were fucked up even then. You're not the only person that in the world that are into armpits so don't think you are the first one. There is a completely reasonable explanation and that is pheromones. The axillary sweat from my pits releases pheromones and those pheromones play a key role in your physical slash sexual attraction to me so it only makes sense so it isn't surprising to me that you are interested in my pits."
Far be it for the person wanting to be a science teacher to leave out science in his argument. "Sky, I..."
Skylar suddenly grabbed me and positioned me so that I was on top of him before I could protest.
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Kyle looked absolutely shocked as I looked up at him after I practically dragged him on top of me. I placed my hands behind my head so that I can leave both armpits completely exposed to him. He noticed the movement and looked from my armpits back to my face and blushed some more. "Go ahead and whiff and lick away," I told Kyle encouragingly.
"Skylar, I'm not..."
"Look," I interrupted, "I know you want to do it and I want you to do it. I think it would be pretty hot so do it for me if you don't want to do it for yourself, but the way I see it is that you have two choices: One, you can lean down and smell and lick my armpits to your heart's content as we both immensely enjoy it, or two, you can get off me and I will go and take a shower, making sure I scrub my armpits with soap really well and then put on a shirt that would cover my armpits so that you don't feel tempted to do something you actually want to do. The choice is yours to make, though I'm secretly hoping you pick option one."
"You won't make fun of me for anything I do?"
"I won't—I promise" I assured him.
I saw him blush again but he brought his head down and took a whiff of my right armpit. "Oh my God" he moaned and took another whiff.
"Lick it," I encouraged him.
I felt a gentle, wet touch which I knew had to be his tongue and it started out as a quick lap here and there but gradually became much more as he got more bold with his tongue and now Kyle was full on licking my armpit.
"Mmmm—fuck," was all Kyle said before he took another whiff and started licking again. I felt him suck my armpit hairs into his mouth and felt him let it out of his mouth and then he went on to full on licking my armpit again.
"The other one—lick the other one" I commanded.
Kyle was more than willing to oblige as he repositioned himself and this time I felt his hard, leaking cock on my leg. He showed no hesitation as he immediately began licking my entire left armpit from top to bottom, stopping only occasionally to take a whiff or suck on my armpit hair. He seemed to be so into it that I felt his leaky cock grind against me over and over as he humped my leg while licking.
Kyle seemed to notice that he was humping my leg because he stopped licking. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry! I..."
"Uh-ah—nope. No apologies and I promised not to make fun of you, remember? You've got me really horny so fuck the shit out of my leg and blow a load while you eat my armpit out—it's fucking hot."
To my surprise, he had absolutely no argument whatsoever and he grinded his dick against my leg without hesitation as he went back to devouring my armpit with his tongue—goddamn it felt good.
