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My college roommate is one of the student managers for the football team, as part of his sports science major, and he HATES it.
"I swear these first few weeks of the season are the worst!" he yelled as he came into our dorm room. "All I've been doing these past few weeks is washing their gear and picking up their towels. It's two-a-days so they are only wearing compression shorts and tank tops. They're sweating like crazy cuz it's so hot, but they refuse to wash the fucking things. I swear they wait until Friday, when the smell of ass and balls in their shorts is damn near toxic before they give them to me to wash. So I have to sit and sort through all the smelly jock shorts and shirts, and I kid you not, most of the guys don't wear underwear under their compression shorts, and they are filled with precum, pubes, and jock sweat. It's disgusting!"
My mouth almost hit the floor when he started describing this. From a very young age I had been turned on by the masculine odor of jocks in the locker room. I loved the sweat, the testosterone, the smells, all the masculine stuff about it. I would sneak in to the high school locker room during middle school gym class and sniff around at the lockers, trying to pick up a hint of balls or ass in the gear of the high school boys. By the time I got to high school, I was joining the wrestling and soccer teams just so I could have the chance to hang out with the boys and take in all their stinky glory.
Coming to college and living in the dorms only heightened things. Guys would go without showering for a few days, forget to wear deodorant or just plain not wash their socks or shorts for weeks and I'd be the beneficiary of all the amazing smells coming from their rooms. Seriously, sometimes I think a college dorm is like anarchy when it comes to personal hygiene.
And I'm not too shy about it either. I'll walk into a guy's room and yell, "Wow, it's stinks in here. Damn man, when was the last time you washed these," I say as I grab a pair of well worn socks from the ground, put them up to my nose, took a deep, satisfying whiff and spend the next few moments enjoying the smell of funky man feet.
Most times guys just laugh it off, but sometimes guys get a little defensive about how much they stink and that only lead to me teasing them more!
So when my roomie started telling me about his situation, I got an idea.
I knew he was leaving town next week to go on a class trip, so I devised a plan. One day he told me that afternoon practice began at 4 p.m. and ended at 6 p.m. So on the Friday he was gone, I made my way over to the locker rooms around 5:50 p.m. and low and behold, there was the football team, soaking wet with sweat, heading in to the locker rooms.
I followed them in and we made our way through the main doors.
Being in the company of so many muscly, dirty, sweaty jocks made my cock tingly and my mouth water. The guys didn't pay me much mind, though I had a plan if anyone asked.
As the guys started to strip, I heard a coach yell out a few instructions, and I moved in to action.
"Hey man, who are you?" I heard one guy say, looking at me strangely. He was built like a brick shithouse, probably 300 pounds of pure muscle. My guess was linebacker, and from the looks of things he had sweated off every last ounce of water in his body during the practice. He'd taken off his shirt, showing his muscular chest, with a tiny bit of chub around the belly. He still had his shorts on and I could see the waist of his compression shorts underneath.
"I'm Bryan, the substitute student manager, didn't coach tell you I was filling in?" I asked.
"Nah," is all the beefy lineman could grunt out as he looked me up and down.
"Well I'm here to do my job," I replied, as a couple of other guys looked on. "And coach let me know that Friday is the day you guys wash all your gear, so I'm here to collect it all."
"Nah man, don't worry about it," the linebacker said as he dropped his compression shorts on the ground, revealing his fat, uncut dick and sweaty balls. I caught a whiff of his package immediately. "We don't get too dirty during two-a-days, so we can last a few more practices before this stuff gets washed," he said as he held up his compression shorts, which were literally dripping.
"Well, you may not get dirty," I said, "but it smells like you get pretty sweaty. I mean, come on man, look at your shorts." I held out my hand and motioned for him to hand me the compression shorts. "Come on," I encouraged him.
He looked around a bit, as two of his teammates looked on, and then reluctantly handed them to me. He was probably a bit embarrassed, to be honest. He knew they smelled super funky and they were packed with jock sweat.
I grabbed them from him and they were soaked with his sweat. "See man, these are dripping! Are you telling me these don't need a wash?"
I held the shorts up to my nose and was hit by the most amazing, tangy, masculine, jock-scent I'd every smelled. These shorts were no doubt marinating in his ball and ass sweat for the past 5 days. I made sure to put my nose right at the base of the crotch, where his taint would've been. I had smelled enough jock shorts in my life to know where the scent was concentrated the most.
"Fuck dude, how long have these been bathing in your sweat without a wash? A week?" I asked as I removed the shorts from my face.
"Two and a half, bro," he replied. "I would've thought a jock sniffer like you would've been able to sniff that out. Or does your nose not work as good as you think?"
I should point out that he said all of this to me with his hand on his cock, his fingers reaching inside his foreskin to play with his head. His cock was getting fatter by the second as he played with his sweaty prick. This jock was no doubt proud of his masculine stink and got off on the power it had.
"Oh no, my nose works fine, I just guessed that a stud like you would've worked up much more of a stink after two and a half weeks," I said as I handed him back the shorts.
By now both his locker buddies were joining in on the fun, and one of them slapped him on the chest after I made my comment.
"Oh dude!" the team mate yelled, "you gonna take that from this jock sniffing student manager?"
"Fuck you, dude, you gonna tell me this isn't some righteous funk I've got going on in these shorts?" he replied as he pressed his compression shorts to his face and inhaled. "Fuck, the smell of my taint alone is enough to knock you out!"
He moved the shorts toward his locker buddy and said, "Here dude you try them and I dare you to tell me they don't stink something fierce."
With no hesitation, his locker buddy grabbed the shorts and gave them a whiff. It was my guess, from my days in the locker room when I was in high school, that these guys knew each other better than anyone else. They'd seen each other naked countless numbers of times, had been up close and personal with each other's cocks, balls, taints, asses, and feet. The amount of time they'd spent inhaling each other's funk was hours upon hours by now. So they weren't the least bit bothered by a good sniff of each others' stink.
"Nah man, are you slacking at practice?" his buddy said. "I've smelled you way funkier than this!"
"Fuck you, man, I've been working hard as hell these past few weeks. I've never sweated harder!" he said, getting pretty defensive.
I started to smile again, and tried to reassure him. "Don't worry dude, we get it, you sweat and stink, and I honestly don't care if it's been two weeks or two years since you've washed those shorts, they need to a trip to the laundry."
"Why don't you smell his shorts, huh?" the linebacker said to me, pointing to his locker buddy. "If you think my shorts aren't funky enough then give his a sniff, and you'll see that my stink has way more power."
The whole time he was talking to me, he kept playing with his foreskin. By now he was half mast, and I was in awe of the size of his member. Only halfway hard and it was at least 6 inches.
"I'll gladly put my stink up against yours any day," the locker buddy said, and with one swoop he dropped his compression shorts and unleashed the thickest, fattest, gnarliest uncut cock I had ever seen. Fuck if that thing didn't scream "suck me!" It took all my strength to stop myself from dropping to my knees and giving that big piece of meat a good sniff and devouring it on the spot.
"Here you go man," he said, offering me his soaked shorts. "Smell right there," he said as he held the pouch out to me, "my dick has been sweating a ton in this heat so I know all of it's been collecting right here."
And boy was he right! "Ah fuck," was all I could say as I inhaled his masculine musk. The pouch was still wet and stained with his sweat, piss, and no doubt pre-cum.
"That good, huh?" he said smiling, as he crossed his arms over his chest, his fat cock swinging between his legs. He looked like a god standing there in front of me, all proud of his work and sweat he put in to the shorts I was now sniffing.
"Give me those," the linebacker said, grabbing the damp shorts from me and pressing them against his face. From the look on his face, he was convinced that the rank odor of his buddy's shorts were much more than the stink of his own. "Damn man, you win," he said quietly, admitting defeat.
"You know what that means, right? You gotta kiss it," his buddy said, with a huge grin growing on his face.
"Kiss it?" I asked, honestly clueless about what the two jocks were talking about.
"Dude, we knew exactly what you wanted when you came in the room," he said looking at me. "We get so many jock sniffing student managers who come in here with only one thing on their minds, and that's smelling the hard-working sweat of alpha jocks like us. That roommate of yours is the worst of them. He's always complaining about how much we stink but how many times have I caught him huffing a jockstrap or sucking on a pair of sweat socks while doing laundry?"
Was this true? Was my roomie secretly in to all this and just complained about it so no one would get suspicious?
"And we get it, honestly," he continued. "Why do you think we wait so long to wash our gear? We like the smell of it to, and are happy to share it with each other. I know the unique smell of every one of these guys."
I couldn't believe my ears and I'm sure my mouth was drooling at this point.
"So we make a bet that when our student managers come around and complain about our smelly gear, we put them to the test. And the one of us with the funkier shorts wins. And the loser has to give a kiss on the head of the winner's big, fat, smelly, uncut cock. Oh and mine is getting pretty hard so, guess what buddy," he said to the linebacker, "you're gonna get a bit of pre-cum with your kiss."
With no hesitation, like he'd done it dozen times before, the linebacker dropped to his knees, moved his face toward his buddy's crotch and took a deep sniff of his balls, and up and down his shaft.
"Smell good?" his buddy asked. "Now give it a lick."