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"Fuck dude, get me out of these compression shorts. I've got a nasty case of swamp ass."
Tommy Dawson was the star shortstop for his college team, and his superstition was to wear the same compression shorts for the first three weeks of practices before their opening game.
It didn't matter how hot it got, or how rank his shorts were, he kept wearing them, day in and day out.
"Dude, it's the middle of May, you're gonna get a sweaty ass after a two hour practice," I said as I stripped next to him.
"Swamp what?" asked Brian, one of the freshman pitchers who was changing right next to us.
"Ass, man," Tommy said as he threw his shorts on the bench. "It's when your ass crack gets so soaked with sweat that it's like a swamp back there."
I laughed and looked over at Brian's confused face.
"How in the world can an ass get so sweaty that it gets soaked," he said, not believing that any of this was true.
"When it looks like this," Tommy said as he bent over and spread his cheeks.
"Holy shit man, I've never seen an ass crack so hairy," Brian boomed with shock in his voice.
"And it's wet too," I said. "Trust me, I've been on the receiving end of Tommy's game of swamp finger."
"Swamp finger? What the fuck is that?" Brian asked.
Tommy walked over to Brian and got close to his face.
"After a long hot day, I take my finger, run it up my trench, and force puny little freshman to sniff my ass sweat," he said and he raised his sweat-soaked finger to Brian's nose.
To both our amazement, Brian didn't flinch. He took a deep sniff of Tommy's finger and let out a deep sigh.
"Fuck dude, that is rank, mmmm," he moaned as he took a second sniff.
"Oh you think that's bad, you wanna sniff my shorts?" Tommy said, excited about the fact that someone else cared about his ass sweat.
"Yeah dude, bring it on," Brian said, with an excited look on his face.
"This is the real deal, man. Haven't changed these in a week and a half."
Tommy put his hands in his compression shorts, and pressed them softly against Brian's nose.
"Ah fuck, righteous dude," Brian said as he moaned loudly. "Damn dude that's an amazing stink you've got there."
"Thanks man," Tommy said, with a proud smile on his face.
"Ok, dude, um...I've gotta ask," Brian said, hesitantly.
"What, dude?" Tommy responded.
"The source man, I've gotta try this from the source," Brian said coyly. "Is that weird?"
"Nah, man not at all. It's something I'm proud of. Shows how hard I work. Get ready though, it's wet."
I sat down on the bench and watched in pure amazement as Brian got down on both knees, put his hands on Tommy's ass cheeks and spread him wide open.
"Fuck dude you are soaked!" Brian said as his finger trailed up and down Tommy's crack.
"It's all that hair dude, it's keeps it that way," Tommy said looking back and smiling.
"You wanna try this man?" Brian asked as he looked me in the eye.
"Uh, nah man I'm ok," I said, though secretly I wanted nothing more than to finger fuck the hell out of Tommy Dawson's wet ass.
"Fuck dude, you are straight up drenched," Brian said and I could tell he was sticking his finger up Tommy's hole because Tommy was now grasping the locker in front of him and had his eyes shut.
"Makes this so much easier though," Brian said as he probed his finger deeper.
"Come on dude, you've got to get a sniff of this," Brian said, looking back at me.
"Come on bro, you love swamp finger," Tommy said through is deep moans.
Fuck it, I gotta do this, I thought. I slowly moved next to Brian pried Tommy's ass crack wider with my hand. He was totally wet and Brian's finger fucking him was only making it wetter.
"Get in there dude, give it a sniff and probe," Brian said as he took his finger out of Tommy's hole and pressed my nose into the open trench.
It smelled like heaven. Like the musky ass of a sweaty frat jock. It was the smell of Tommy Dawson's ass that I'd gotten a taste of many times, but never got to enjoy a full meal.
"Ah fuck, stick that finger deep, bro, I'm gonna...I'm gonna," Tommy moaned.
I felt his prostate jolt against my index finger as his hole grasped me at the knuckle. He was shooting a massive load all over the bench and I wanted to feel his cock squirting so I grabbed his hardness with my free hand.
"Aw fuck you dirty boy," Brian said as he watched Tommy shoot.
"Taste your ass sweat, bitch," Brian said as he took his finger that had just been up Tommy's ass and forced it in his mouth. Tommy was too spent from his ejaculation to resist.
All I could do was sit back in amazement at what had just happened.