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Thursdays were a pretty chill night at the apartment. My roommates, both girls, had night classes, so it was usually just me hanging out alone. Every so often, though, Christy’s boyfriend Mark would stop by and hang out until she got back from class.
Starting this semester, Mark has been hanging out more and more. He’s taking a weightlifting class, on Thursday afternoon, and so it started to be a routine for him. He goes to weightlifting around 4, eats dinner around 5, and heads to our place at 6. Christy usually doesn’t get out of night class until almost 9, so that means Mark is in our apartment for 3 hours.
The first few weeks were pretty normal, Mark looked the same, dressed in his same casual clothes and we just sat and watched TV while he fiddled around on his ukulele.
Halfway through the semester, things started to change. The weightlifting was definitely paying off, as Mark’s arms and shoulders were looking much bigger and he had put on I would say a good 10 pounds of muscle.
He also stopped showering after his workouts or changing out of his gym clothes. He would just come straight over after dinner, and plop his dirty, sweaty self onto the couch.
He’s also been a lot cockier now that he’s getting so much bigger. He’ll order me around, even though this is my apartment, and last week he teased me about being gay.
“I bet you love having a guy like me sitting on your couch, don’t you? All sweaty from the gym? I bet you jerk off it when I leave, or maybe you jerk off to the sound of me pounding my girlfriend in her bedroom?”
I was shocked by what he was saying and didn’t have any idea how to respond. I just said, “Whatever Mark” and went into my bedroom.
He was right, though. I did jerk off to him. I loved having him sitting on my couch, stinking up my living room with his masculine scent. He would take off his shoes and lift up his arms to expose his sweaty pits, and it would make the living room smell like a locker room. I couldn’t help but wonder if Christy made him shower before sex, or if she liked his sweaty, smelly, musky scent as they fucked.
Well last Thursday it all came to a head. I was relaxing on the couch, and even though I knew Mark was on his way, I couldn’t tear myself away from the living room. I needed to see him in all his cocky, fit, sweaty glory, even if it meant him harassing me.
Mark busted in with his uke once again, saying, “What’s up, bro?” as he kicked off his shoes and plopped on the couch. I could smell him already, with his foul socks airing out and his sweaty body just a few feet from me.
We chatted a bit as we watched TV and he seemed to be in a pretty chill mood. No teasing or anything.
“Fuck, Christy is gonna be in such a mood tonight,” he said out of the blue.
“Why is that?” I asked.
“Cuz I stink, bro, she’s gonna force me to take a shower before we fuck,” he said.
“I don’t blame her,” I responded, a little afraid of what he might say.
“Nah it’s even worse this time, I skipped supper tonight and did an hour of cardio, my clothes are drenched and my socks are fucking wet,” he said, lifting his feet into the air.
“Ive just pretty much stopped showering honestly, I’m just gonna get sweaty and gross the next day anyways. And honestly, these fucking shorts and tanks I’ve been wearing don’t get washed much either. Too expensive.”
I said listening, transfixed by this stud sitting in my living room talking about how he has pretty much given up on hygiene and walks around with a cloud of man musk following him everywhere he goes.
“And I’m guessing you don’t wash your socks either,” I said bravely.
“Why do you say that? I mean, I don’t but what makes you think that?”
“I mean, they look pretty dirty and have a hole in them,” I replied.
“Ha, yeah and these ones I’ve been working on for over a week now. The guys in my class are starting to complain, and Christy makes me leave them out in the living room before I go into her room. Wait a minute, you haven’t been taking them have you?”
“What? No, are you serious?” I responded, shocked. I honestly hadn’t though I was intrigued by this idea.
“Yeah dude I’m pretty sure my socks got moved a bit last time, I noticed it. I bet you stuffed them in your little faggot mouth while you jerked off, didn’t you? Fuck dude that is nasty, but I bet you shot a huge fucking load, didn’t you?”
I looked at him shocked, not knowing what to say.
“Don’t you dare fucking deny it, you get off on my wet, smelly socks don’t you? You sit out here and perv out on this beautiful body of mine, sniffing the air cuz you know I don’t shower, and then stealing my socks while I bang my girlfriend. I bet you wish you were her, don’t you? Me on top of you, pounding your brains out with my sweaty, dirty pits in your face? And then I put my feet in your face and force you sniff them as you jerk that little dick of yours? And then I sweat all over your bed and getting it smelling like a ripe, muscled jock and when I leave you lie in your bed sniffing your sheets and jerking that little dick all over again?”
By now Mark was standing over me. His powerful smell had taken over the room and I was completely submissive to it. He also had a raging boner in his shorts that was poking out of the top of his waistband.
Mark grabbed the sock from his right foot, balled it up and forced it into my face. I took a deep breath and felt the wet sweat of his long workout hit my face.
“That’s right faggot, appreciate this stink, savor it. Someone has to,” he said as he covered my face in his smell. He slapped across the face with it and then spit on my mouth.
“Alright faggot this is too much for me, I gotta get off,” he barked as he grabbed my face and forced it into his crotch.
“This cock needs a wet mouth, and don’t you dare complain about how my balls smell, you are gonna savor this moment, you hear me?”
I shook my head violently as I tried to get as much of his scent on my face as possible. He whipped out his hard, uncut dick and I could tell he was ready. That thing was pumped full of blood and he had all sorts of precum flowing.
I lapped at the head for a moment, before working my way all the way down to his balls. As I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, I breathed in deeply and inhaled the masculine scent of his unwashed pubes.
I wanted to worship his cock, but he was much more interested in face fucking me, which is what he did for a good 10 minutes as I gave him my throat for his pleasure.
“On the ground,” he said and I laid on my back obediently as he started jerking his cock as he stood above me.
“This was your wish faggot, my sweaty feet in your mouth while you jerk that pathetic dick,” and he placed his ripe left foot in my open mouth and I devoured the taste and texture of his beautiful toes. I slurped and lapped as he continued to jerk his cock. His toes tasted so good and they were so soft and smooth.
“Ok faggot, it’s coming,” he shouted, and then he did something I could have only dream about. He stood over me, with both feet at my neck, and sat directly on my face, with his sweaty, smelly taint right on my mouth and nose.
I let out a screaming moan as the taste and smell of his taint, balls, and ass hit my face and I started licking and sniffing like a mad man. The hair on his taint preserved so much flavor and I was in pig heaven.
Mark shouted and I could tell he was cumming. His body jerked and I felt spurt after spurt of hot jock cum hit my shirt and pants.
“Good fucking boy,” he whispered as he stood and looked at me, covered in cum and his ass sweat. “You are a true stink pig, and you really appreciate what I produce. Good to know, faggot. I’ll keep you in mind. No go jerk off in your room, my girlfriend is almost home.”
Take notes! This is how you make me happy 😈😈ohh and cash of course! Don’t approach me without a tribute because i wont give you the time of day
Layin here before i go spoil my mom for her birthday! All you fags impress me today and send your tributes, the biggest tribute of the day gets a 20min skype session! Ill even post pictures so you guys know who wins! Off today but will be refreshed and ready to humiliate you little fags tomorrow 😈😈
Don’t just stand there looking at me with your mouth open, get on your knees and open your wallet faggot, i don’t have time for bullshit, while you’re standing there day dreaming i could be spending your hard earned cash on whatever i want, because you know i deserve it! Impress me you little pigs! 😈
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Look at these fucking Alpha muscles. Fags should be paying just to breath in the stench of my after a gym session. Who’s going to pay for my next month’s membership?
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Rise and shine faggots. It’s time to bow down and worship. Slip some twenties in between my long ass toes while I laugh at how pathetic you are.
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Hey there faggots! Once again relaxing while my employees do all the work I don’t want to do. Who wants to tribute so I can buy new shoes?
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