Outside you hear Joel fumbling around putting you on the bench while changing, but you're unable to see anything. Your heart is racing with the thrill of uncertainty but fear too. You're picked up again and you hit the ground with a thud, the somewhat tough fabric against your back. No longer are you in darkness. Instead, you are given a view right up between the giant's legs, his heavy package swaying from side to side. You get hard watching the soft flesh above you, every so often your eyes wandering up his pot belly and back down again.
You are interrupted from your gaze as he places his feet on either side of you. Alarmed, you sit up. Putting the pieces together in your mind you realise where you are. The thick fabric behind you, the two large holes on either side you you, the sight of a naked jock above you? His arms shoot down grabbing either side before pulling back up again rapidly. You come to an abrupt stop once again in darkness. Resting on top of you is a heavy weight, and you slowly feel a growing heat together with an unmistakable stench. You gasp as the musk hit you, you're under his balls.
Joel quickly puts on his shorts and jogs back outside to the playing field, knowing that he has a lot to catch up with.
Deep inside the reeking crevasse of his groin lays you. The jock is pulled closely to Joel's body leaving no room between it and his well protected balls. Totally smothered in man flesh you find it hard to move, even though the thick sweat gives you a little lubrication. The sac pulses and shifts with each step Joel takes, the leathery exterior rubbing against you. The thick folds periodically slip over your face giving you a lungfull of the guys heavy musk while smearing it with a helping of jock sweat. Your legs slip inbetween his, the tight valley of the thighs is slick and hot with the rancid depths embracing you. You try to kick free but the smooth surface of his underside only gives way in the thick moisture.
As the game continues the stench builds, sweat dripping down and being absorbed by the strap that presses you to him. The smell is so strong and so pure, pure man. The faint hint of his ass begins to seep through the thighs as his crack pours out its own unique sweat. You hear the whistle blow outside, signaling the end of your captivity. At the brink of passing out from the lack of fresh air and intense body heat you pray the unknowing jock releases you from your humid prison.
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