**If unwashed bodies, piss, drinking, and general dirtiness isn't your thing you might want to look away now**
After college I got involved with a casual soccer league. Nothing too serious, but the exercise was good and a lot of the guys were hot. Most of the guys on my team were pretty obviously straight (or at least, presented themselves that way!), but Mike was the exception, making very obvious that he was gay. It was great to join a group where I wasn't the only one into cock, and everybody seemed to accept a bi guy into the team without a second thought. Plus Mike was cute. A little shorter than me, with excellent muscly thighs and glutes, tanned and hairy, sporting stubble on a very sexy face.
Some guys would head home right after practice and games, but it was pretty standard for a decent number to shower off before going home or going out again for the night. This is how Mike and I first ended up hooking up; one night after a game we just happened to be the only two in the locker room. We'd always been flirty and pretty physical, so sucking each other off in the showers seemed a natural evolution. Over time that built up to where we'd purposefully find reasons to delay so we were the only ones there, and it became a routine that we'd take turns pushing the other against the wall and pounding their sweaty ass.
One thing I noticed was that Mike rarely ever brought shampoo, body wash, or any sort of soap. In fact, while he didn't shy away from the shower spray (especially if I was under it spreading my ass cheeks!), he rarely seemed to spend much time under it and generally seemed disinterested in getting clean. I'd also never seen him use deodorant or smelled it on him. All this was fine by me, as I like a nice musky guy - I'd told Mike this was something I loved about our post-workout fucking. In fact, there were a few times where we'd end up so distracted by each others' sweaty, post-practice bodies that we'd forget to even turn the showers on at all. At first I'd hurriedly clean up before heading home, but as time went by I actually preferred going home unclean and would revel in my unwashed post-sex stink while jerking off before bed. Another thing Mike and I also thoroughly enjoyed were golden showers - to the point where there'd been a few times one of us had nearly had an accident waiting for a slow-moving teammate to exit the locker room. But then, the showers blissfully empty, we'd take turns unloading streams of strong piss over each other as foreplay prior to the main event.
On a particularly hot summer Thursday night Mike and I had been matched up against each other all practice. He was a striker and I'm a defender and practice had been one long scrimmage. We'd been in some particularly close action, both of us hugely competitive and physical players, our sexual relationship completely set to the side. That said, after the scrimmage finished and practice wrapped up, we became human again. Our team captain was outlining the schedule and location of the game that weekend and we were standing at the back of the group taking stock of each other. We were both drenched in sweat, shirts and shorts bunched and sticking in random ways to our bodies, Mike's hair plastered to his forehead. Rivulets of sweat were running down the muscle lines of our legs and I was able to admire the excellent bulge of Mike's cock draped with his soaked soccer shorts. A few knowing glances passed between us and unnecessary but welcome nudges - both of us were clearly eagerly anticipating our usual locker room extra curricular activities!
Game day plans sorted out, our captain finally wrapped up and Mike and I headed for the showers. I was pleased to see that everyone else was dispersing, since I really didn't want to play a waiting game to allow folks to clear out. For one, all the sweaty physicality of practice now had me seriously turned on and wanting Mike's musky body, and for two, I badly needed to pee! However, as Mike grabbed the handle of the locker room nothing happened except for my friend letting out a short "Ah fuck".
"What is it?" I asked.
Mike just stretched out a finger directing my attention through the security glass to the interior door. "Out of order - Locker Room Closed" read a piece of paper taped to the door.
"Well shit," I said, my hand falling to his ass and giving a firm squeeze. "And of course, after the hottest, sweatiest, ripest practice of the year!"
"Ugh, right?" Mike groaned, and I noticed the bulge of his crotch swell slightly. Mike started to say something, then paused and my usually confident friend said cautiously:
"We... we could go back to my place."
Now, we'd never been over to each others' places. I for one was still living with roommates and, while occasional hookups were generally well tolerated, the kind of kink Mike and I got up to would definitely have raised eyebrows. Plus, stinky locker room sex was hot as fuck, so why would we bother going anywhere else when that was available to us?
"Hell yes," I immediately replied.
"It's... well, pretty messy," Mike said, then in response to my shrug: "No, like, dirty messy. Not like I just haven't tidied up recently. I've never cleaned and I pretty much never take garbage out and stuff. That kinda dirty messy." He sounded slightly crestfallen. On the other hand, the more he'd said the more strangely aroused I'd felt. I'd always liked musky partners and had a few fantastic experiences playing in mud or food. Now as my friend laid out how truly dirty his living quarters were I could feel the straps of my jockstrap tighten around my ass as my dick swelled. Mike noticed my increased bulge and smiled.
"Well, if that's your response..." he said, tone brighter. "Why don't you follow me!"
He assured me it would be a ten minute drive, and I followed his tail lights, wondering just what was in store for us that night. I had my windows down, but the evening air was barely any relief from the heat and I continued to sweat the whole drive. True to his word, within ten minutes we were on his leafy, unassuming city street, and as I twisted to parallel park I was reminded just how badly I needed a piss.
We both got out of our respective cars, and I followed him to the house. It was fairly standard for this area - main row house above, with an English basement below. It was no surprise when Mike started down the stairs to the English basement. As he unlocked the door I was surprised at just how much anticipation I was feeling - though part of that could have been from my bladder. But even more so I was craving to see just what was behind the door. Mike swung it open and stepped in and I followed.
Even though he'd just switched a light on, Mike's place was dim. That was the initial impression, followed by the smell. No odor predominated, but it was a collection of aged muskiness and decay. Not a sharp odor like you might get when something has gone bad in the fridge; this was more like well rotted manure combined with high school locker room and weed. Strong and permeating, but not aggressive. As my eyes were adjusting I also noted that the temperature was barely different from outdoors. Clearly Mike didn't bother running air conditioning, and while it did look like he had his windows open some there was no breeze to speak of. I could feel a drop of sweat dripping down my face, more drips running down the crack of my ass.
Now that I'd adjusted to the gloom I could see the layout better. It was typical of this style house, more or less one long room with a bathroom towards the back and a small counter space with a stove and refrigerator making up the kitchen. At the extreme rear of the room was a door that presumably led to the back yard or alley. Mike's bed was against one wall about halfway back, though calling it a bed was a stretch: in reality it appeared to be two mattresses next to each other, a collection of sheets strewn on top, several lube containers on a side table towards the head of the bed. Towards the front of the room where we were was an old couch facing a TV. Takeout boxes, empty snack containers, pizza boxes, beer cans, and other detritus were ubiquitous, stacks appearing on pretty much every horizontal surface. Several bongs were also visible as were two massive hookahs by the bed area.
