Jeff had stumbled back when Simon released him, but now he found himself drawn back toward's Simon's powerful scent. Jeff couldn't explain why, but he had to get closer.
The other jocks had really done a number on Simon: he had gone from a skinny geek to a real jock, stacked with firm muscle and covered in dense, dark hair, and it felt GOOD. He wanted Jeff to feel as hot as he did.
Jeff had just taken a hesitating step forward when Simon raised an arm to flex his bicep, revealing the thick, wild hair in his pit, damp with jock sweat. Instantly the smell overpowered Jeff, and he felt an all-encompassing need to be closer to the source. He rushed forward, thrusting his face into Simon's armpit, breathing deeply.
"Yeah, that's right," moaned Simon. "If you like the smell, you, should try the taste."
Jeff needed no further prompting, and started licking every inch of Simon's armpit. Jeff's spit mixed with Simon's rank sweat and soon Jeff's face was coated in a sheen of moisture. After a few seconds of lapping savagely at Simon's armpit, Jeff started to move around, using his tongue to explore Simon's rock-hard bicep before moving onto his fur-covered chest. As Jeff started to move down Simon's thick jock pecs, Simon noticed Jeff had developed a light stubble. Jeff had never even been able to shave before this--the jock sweat must be working!