The air in the locker room was pretty ripe. Pretty strong guy-feet smell and the stink of stale piss wafting in from the head. That's what probably drove me over the edge the moment I saw it laying on the bench in front of an open locker: God ony knows when it was last washed--I could smell his man stench above all the other mansmells. I looked around to make sure I was alone--and I was--double checking to make sure no one had entered the locker room

I walked over, grabed the jock an' stuffed it into my gymbag an' beat the hell out of there with all sorts of thoughts flooding my mind as I fled: "What's he going to think when he gets back from the shower and finds his jock missing? Will he even notice it's missing as puts his stuff away away?" I knew I wouldn't get "caught", yet I couldn't shake that guilty feeling. But, I also couldn't shake the realization I was incredibly excited--my big prick stiff an' dripping with excitement in my own dirty jock--getting harder with each step I took towards home

Once there I headed straight to my room to inspect the goods. I reached into my bag unbelieving it's really there. I hold the jockstrap in my hand momentarily and stare; it's really moist and very dirty, much more so than I had originally thought. On the pouch are the unmistakable circles of piss stains, cum stains, an' pretty heavy-duty brown skid marks where the two straps meet the pouch. The straps had obviously ridden up into his shitty crack

Despite the apparent age of the strap, it was still a tight fit around the straps and waist band--only the pouch seemed abnormally distended from trying to contain his massive cock and balls over such a long time. My own cock was rock hard and begging for release so I dropped my pants and managed to pull it out of my own jock never taking my eyes off his jock. I'm was soon laying on my bed in just my jock. One short moment of hesitation and I lay the jock on my face, centered on my nose. Eyes closed, I inhaled deeply. Now, this is man smell, I thought. His rich crotch odor so different than mine after skipping a shower for just a day and then working out. Generations of sweaty work-outs left undisturbed in that rotting mesh fabric of his. Pretty nice stuff for me to J/O with while I sniffed it

But, it was no longer a jock-strap on my face. He seemed to be there right then, squatting over my face, facing my feet. My nose was nestled behind his balls; one big hairy nut escaping the packed pouch an' coming to rest on my lips. And I could smell his hairy butthole was in line with my eyes. On both sides of my face his hairy inner thighs held my head in place. I was a human bike saddle for him and I disciplined myself to go slow with the hand-job on my cock. Now, I really pressed that jock to my nose. First, the pouch

Stale piss never smelled this good before and I have to completely stop masturbating or I will shoot. Pre-cum is flowing freely down my eight-inch shaft, the foreskin tightly pulled back as I start sniffing, licking--worshipping--the male sex smell pouch. Before long, I'm devouring the thing, stuffing the whole rancid dirty thing into my jocklovin' mouth, chewing away, savoring in my saliva the transferred tastes of his dirt, piss and crotch-sweat. The straps are over my nose and I smell his shit as my tongue flicks out to get at it

I started to beat off again and prepare for the finale. I took the shit-stained straps and rubbed them against my nose, almost trying to stuff them up my flared nostrils. In my mind, my nose was now fully planted up his shit-hole and my tongue was lapping at that stinking juncture between his balls and ass. I can hardly breathe I'm so excited as I suck the shit-stained straps into my mouth. I'm finally eating his hole at last! I pound my dick like crazy for my final blast off! The pouch is back over my nose; I'm eating his shit while inhaling his stale piss and fresh, ripe crotch filth. And man did I come a huge load of spunk all over my stomach! I sure was glad I stole that jock!