Under the Skin
The locker room was silent now, the rest of the boys long gone to their next classes. Noah scooped up his scattered gym kit, stuffing it into his bag. Then he gave himself a quick wipe-down with a towel and slipped back into his school uniform, his movements quick and energised. He was still buzzing with the intensity of whatever the fuck had just happened.
Something about the smell that radiated from him when he was sweating buckets had turned Coach and the rest of his classmates into mindless, ravenous stink-pigs… and, honestly, he was more than fine with it. Some small part of him figured he should be, what…concerned? But whatever. His balls felt like they were about to burst he was so fucking horny. It’s all he could think about.
As Noah made his way through the halls to the nurses office, he noticed the glances. Stragglers, late for class, flicking the same looks he’d seen before. Sniffing the air subtly as he passed, catching just a taste of what had driven the others wild. He could feel the sticky dampness of the jock between his thighs, drenched with the heavy load Coach had just spilled all over him. If only they knew what they were missing...
When he reached Nurse Rob’s office, Noah knocked. His heart raced for an entirely different reason now. Nurse Rob was cool—always friendly, always supportive. But more than that, he was hot. Noah had always thought so, ever since they year his balls dropped and he started noticing men’s bodies in that way.
Rob’s voice called out. “Come in!”
The nurses office was cosy and bright, a couple of posters about healthy eating and personal hygiene tacked to the clean, white walls. Rob was in his usual school nurse outfit: fitted khakis that hugged his hips and thighs in a way that made Noah’s pulse quicken, and a crisp, light blue polo that stretched slightly over his broad chest and biceps. He was athletic, but not in the heavy, bulky way that Coach Evans was. He was leaner, more streamlined. Noah’s eyes trailed down to the way his shirt clung just right to his chest and his tight, trim waist.
“Noah, my man,” Nurse Rob said, his voice light, friendly. “What brings you by? Everything alright?”
Rob had the kind of smile that never failed to put people at ease. He was in his early twenties, a recent graduate who had soft, brown eyes and short, styled hair that gave him something of a boy-next-door vibe. Noah often had to remind himself to breathe when he was around.
“I… uh, Coach Evans sent me,” Noah said, as he leaned against the doorframe. “He thought you might be able to help me figure something out.”
Rob’s brow furrowed slightly, but his smile never faltered. “Oh? Come on in, then. Take a seat.“
Noah slipped into the room and turned the lock behind him with a quiet, deliberate motion. He sank into the chair opposite Rob’s desk, leaning back, legs spread. He could smell it—the sharp, musky tang of the sweat and spunk soaked into his jockstrap—slowly radiating into the room, even through his trousers. It was subtle at first, but he could see Rob’s nostrils flare slightly as he picked up on it. It was so fucking hot that day, and the short walk from the gym had left him with a layer of sweat simmering under his shirt again. Something electric, exciting, rippled through him as he wondered where this would lead.
“It’s… weird,” Noah started, leaning forward slightly. “I think there’s something wrong with me. Or maybe not wrong, but… different.”
Rob’s brow lifted, his expression curious but cautious. “Different how?”
Noah paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he spoke. “It’s my smell. It’s doing something to people. I don’t know why, but… the boys in the locker room earlier, they… they couldn’t keep their hands off me. It’s like they couldn’t help themselves.”
Rob’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression shifting from concern to something more serious. “What do you mean? What exactly happened?”
Noah leaned back again and casually ran a hand through his hair, flashing his armpit. He could feel the heat building in his body, the thrill of knowing what he was about to reveal.
“It started after gym class—I was so fucking sweaty. We were in the locker room, and suddenly, everyone just… went crazy. They were sniffing me, rubbing against me like animals in heat. They were getting off on it. Some of them even had their dicks out… It was like they couldn’t stop.” He paused, his smirk widening. “Coach Evans saw the whole thing. He got them off me, but… he couldn’t fight it either. He took me to his office, and….”
Rob’s face went pale for a moment. He shifted uncomfortably, his arms crossing over his chest. “These are serious allegations, Noah,” he said, his voice a little lower now, more cautious. “If Coach Evans touched—”
Noah cut him off. “Oh, I know it’s serious,” he said, his fingers undoing the button on his school trousers, slowly unzipping them. “It’s true though, and I can prove it...”
Rob watched as Noah stood up from the chair and came closer, letting his trousers drop slightly, revealing his pale thighs and the sticky, reeking pouch of his jockstrap. The wet fabric clung to his cock like a second skin, heavy with sweat and Coach Evans’ spunk. He could see the way Rob’s eyes flicked down, lingering on the gooey mess. The scent was working on him, Noah could tell. Intoxicating him. He could see the conflict in Rob’s eyes, the concern still there, but now it was mixed with something else—something Noah recognized. That same pull, that same need.
“Noah,” Rob began, his voice strained, rough around the edges. “I don’t understand what’s happening here. What you’re describing… I can’t…”
“I don’t understand it either,” Noah said, his voice low and smooth. He let his fingers trail down, tracing the outline of his cock. “Why don’t you examine me? Maybe we can figure this out together.”
Rob blinked, taken aback by the suggestion, his professional instincts trying to kick in, even as Noah’s stink curled up his nose... “Examine you? Noah, this is—” His words faltered when Noah stepped even closer, the smell of the boy’s sex growing even stronger, smothering him. Rob’s voice dropped, almost to a whisper. “This is… wrong…”
Noah didn’t back off. He knew what he wanted. He could feel the tension radiating off Rob’s taut body, the way he was struggling to maintain control. But Noah wasn’t giving him the chance. “Come on, Rob. You’re the school nurse, right? You’re supposed to check on me if something’s wrong.” He grinned, tugging at his waistband. “You said it yourself… this isn’t normal.”
Rob swallowed hard, clearly torn between his duty and the effect Noah was having on him, but then he nodded, almost reluctantly. “Fine,” he said, his voice a little shaky. “Hop up on the examination table here. I’ll need you to remove your clothes so I can… examine you properly.”
Noah took his time as he stripped out of his clothes, enjoying the way Rob’s eyes were glued to him. He moved slowly, teasingly, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his chest, then shoving down his pants, leaving only his jockstrap clinging to his hips. The air in the room felt heavier as Noah climbed onto the examination table, stretching out, knowing full well the effect his scent had.
Rob hesitated, but he stepped forward, trying to steady his breathing as he leaned in closer to Noah. “Let’s… start with a sniff test,” He muttered, trying to keep his voice professional, but Noah could hear the crack in it. He had him now.
Rob’s nose twitched as he began his examination at Noah’s armpits, inhaling deeply. The sour, acrid scent made him moan softly. He worked his way down, his nose brushing against Noah’s chest, where the sweeter tang of fresh sweat lingered. He moved lower, down Noah’s abs, his lips gently grazing Noah’s salty skin as he went.
When he reached Noah’s crotch, the stink of the jockstrap was unmistakable, pungent and intense, a dark, musky scent pouring out of it. Rob held his face there, his breath shaky as he inhaled. Noah’s cock twitched beneath the fabric, straining against the soaked fabric, fighting to get free.
“It’s strong there, huh?” Noah teased, his voice low, filled with a cocky edge. “Maybe you should… taste it. For science. It might help you figure things out.”
Rob froze for a second, clearly battling with himself, but the pull was too strong. He gave in, his hands shaking slightly as he reached for the waistband, peeling it down slowly until Noah’s cock popped free, hard and slick with sweat. Rob’s lips parted as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste it, and Noah groaned softly. Rob grabbed it at the base and pulled back the foreskin, then slowly licked along the sensitive skin beneath. The heavy, concentrated smell was thicker there, trapped and building all day, the sharp tang of sweat mixed with the primal musk of Noah’s uncut cock.
Rob didn’t stop there—he couldn’t. His mouth worked slowly, savouring the taste of Noah’s cock as his tongue swirled around the sticky head before taking him deeper. Noah leaned back on the exam table, letting out a low, satisfied groan, his hips pushing up slightly as Rob’s mouth moved faster, more eagerly now. The more he sucked, the more he needed, as if the intense stink of that hidden, sweat-soaked spot had an addictive pull.
Noah’s whole body had been building to this moment—the tension, the heat, the need. All day, the edge of arousal had clung to him, teasing him, never fully satisfied, until now. He was moaning, loud, each thrust into Rob’s mouth sending a fresh wave of pleasure shooting up his spine. Rob’s mouth worked him over, eager and relentless, and Noah could feel the knot deep in his core tightening, the release he’d been craving finally within reach. His body trembled as the heat rose, his cock twitching violently, his moans turning into gasps of pure need.
Then it hit—hard. Noah’s hips bucked as the release surged through him, spilling out in thick, hot pulses. It kept coming—relentless, unstoppable. Overwhelming. The pleasure tore through him, almost too much to handle, his body jerking with every pulse. Rob swallowed every drop like he was starved. Noah’s vision blurred for a moment, his hands gripping the edge of the table as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure, each spasm a release of all the tension that had been building up inside him through the day. It was bliss.
After thoroughly draining Noah’s balls, Rob pulled back, face flushed with sweat and saliva, but Noah wasn’t done with him yet. He was still hard, still buzzing, the thrill of it all making his heart race. With a teasing grin, he rolled over onto his stomach, pushing up on his elbows, his ass in the air, still slick with sweat. “You’re not done yet, are you?” he asked, his voice cocky and filled with playful challenge.
The boy arched his back, showing off his ass—tight, smooth, and perfect. Rob couldn’t take his eyes off it. “Go on,” Noah goaded, turning his head slightly to look back at Rob. “Get those clothes off and keep going. I know you want to.”
Rob couldn’t hold back anymore. He fumbled with his clothes, practically tearing them off in his desperation, his shirt tossed aside and his pants kicked off without a second thought. Noah felt the change, the way Rob was losing any sense of restraint, completely overtaken by the scent, by the connection it had built between them.
Noah reached back and spread his firm, round cheeks, teasing Rob with the perfect view of his puckered little asshole, its dark, wrinkled skin glistening with sweat. Rob tugged at his cock—a thick, impressive beast—as he dragged his tongue down between Noah’s cheeks, tasting the salty sweat that had pooled there, licking eagerly at the slick hole, savouring every inch of him. Noah could feel him poking deeper, exploring the flavour of his butt, each wriggle of the nurse’s slippery tongue making him squirm. Noah’s grip tightened on the edge of the exam table as he moaned louder, losing himself in Rob’s worship.
“Go deeper,” Noah growled, his voice filled with command. He was loving it—being the one in control, knowing that Rob wouldn’t, couldn’t resist him. “I want you inside me.”
Rob, panting, didn’t waste a second. He pulled back briefly, just long enough to line himself up, his cock hard and dripping with pre-cum. He spat on Noah’s tight little asshole, and with a deep, satisfied groan he pushed inside, burying his thick cock in one fluid motion. Noah gasped, eyes wide, his body tensing at the sudden fullness, but he quickly relaxed his hole, urging Rob to give it everything he had.
Rob’s thrusts were erratic at first as he gave himself to the heat of the moment. "Fuck yes, fuck yes...", he growled, over and over, pounding into Noah with force, their wet, hot bodies slapping together. Sweat dripped from Rob’s forehead as he fucked faster, harder... his obscene groans turning into moans of pure pleasure.
Each thrust sent jolts of electricity into and through Noah’s prostate, pushing him deeper into ecstasy. The weight of Rob, on top of him, his cock buried deep inside him, felt perfect—so good, so right. Noah had fantasised about this in private moments, in his bed, but the reality was even better. Rob’s hips snapped forward once more, and then—there it was. “Oh… oh fuck!” Rob’s whole body tensed as he came, filling Noah with wave after wave of thick, creamy spunk, emptying everything into him. Noah almost screamed with pleasure. He loved how it felt, the heat of it. He could feel every twitch, every last throbbing pulse inside his hole, and it sent him reeling. It was raw, visceral, and perfect.
For a while, the room was filled only with the sound of heavy breathing, both of them spent, sweat dripping from their bodies. Rob pulled out slowly, his cock streaked with cum. He slumped back into his chair, utterly spent, face flushed, chest heaving as he tried to recover.
Noah, still lying on the examination table, turned his head slightly, a cocky grin on his face as he looked over his shoulder at Rob. “Feel better now?” he teased, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction.
Rob could only nod, his face a mix of exhaustion and disbelief. He sat back heavily in his chair, his body trembling from the intensity of what had just happened, his mind still trying to catch up. The air in the room was thick with the lingering scent of Noah’s sweaty, well-fucked hole, and even now, after everything, it still tugged at Rob, like an invisible force he couldn’t escape.
After another few moments, Rob wiped a hand across his forehead, as if trying to clear the fog in his brain. “That was... something else,” he muttered, half to himself, his voice shaky but starting to steady. He glanced at Noah, still sprawled out, all too pleased with himself. “I’ve never... I’ve never felt anything like that before. You don’t just stink, Noah. I think your pheromones are going haywire, making people react like this. ”
Noah sat up slowly, propping himself on his elbows, smirking as Rob reached for a swab from a nearby drawer, still very much naked. “Pheromones, huh?” Noah said, amused, watching as Rob moved back toward him, his cock, still dripping, swinging like a pendulum between his legs.
“Yeah, it’s the only explanation that makes any sense,” Rob said, swallowing hard, fighting hard to hold a professional tone as he leaned in. He pressed the swab against Noah’s armpit, collecting the sweat that had soaked into his skin. His hands trembled slightly as he moved lower, swiping at Noah’s inner thighs next, before sealing the swab in a sterile tube. “I’ll send this to a friend of mine who works at a lab. They’ll be able to tell us if anything unusual is going on.”
Noah shrugged, still grinning, clearly not too concerned. “Sure, but…” he leaned back on his hands, his smirk widening, “I gotta be honest, Rob. I’m having way too much fun with this to stop.” His eyes glinted with that playful, mischievous edge. “I mean, come on—look what just happened.”
Rob sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck, torn. “Look, at least... take a shower. We can’t have every boy in the school losing their mind over you. Not all of them are gonna be able to... handle this the way I did.” His voice was half-joking, but the underlying concern was real.
Noah laughed, swinging his legs off the table as he stood up. “I don’t know, Rob,” he said, heading toward the small bathroom with a playful swagger. “That kinda sounds like fun to me.”
Rob shook his head, chuckling despite himself. “Yeah, I’ll bet it does. Just... don’t make this harder than it already is, okay?”
Noah turned back to him, his grin wide and cheeky. “No promises,” he said before disappearing into the shower. As the water started, Rob exhaled, the weight of what had just happened finally sinking in.
To be continued…
