Joey walked toward his gym locker and the smell was intoxicating. His college wrestling locker room always had the scent of manly sweat hanging around no matter what time of day, but this was extreme. Joey took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes. He was alone as he was running a bit late for cardio day and didn’t feel the need to hold in his horniness.
As he got closer toward his locker in the corner, the smell got stronger. “God, where was this coming from?”he thought. Someone on the team obviously forgot to wash their socks or their jock. Or both!
As he stepped up to unlock his padlock, he noticed what was making the stink in the locker room. It was a a pair of old, dirty socks lying on the floor next two lockers down. It had to be them as Joey knelt down and noticed the yellow color on them. The smell grew more intense as he knelt closer to them. No one was looking so he picked them up and took a deep whiff.
Damn! These had a great funk to them!
As much as he was enjoying himself, and getting a hard-on in his jock, Joey knew he had to get going. He dropped the socks back on the ground and reached for his locker.
A few seconds later, as he was putting on his shorts, Joey heard the gym door open and footsteps approach.
A smile came to his face as he saw his best friend Mark making his way toward him. Mark and Joey met the first day of school their freshman year at a wrestling team gathering. They hit it off immediately and Joey definitely didn’t mind that Mark was both a total hunk and, as he would later learn, bisexual. The two of them never did anything more than fondle each other and make out a few times, but it was nice to have another wrestler who liked other wrestlers to talk with.
“Hey buddy,” Mark said approaching Joey. “You’re late,” he said smiling and punching Joey in the shoulder.
“Hey I’m moving along!” Joey responded.
“I forgot to put on my socks for some reason,” Mark said as he reached down and picked up the stinking, yellow ankle-length white socks that Joey had just been sniffing.
“Oh those are yours?” Joey said jokingly. “So that’s what’s stinking up the locker room, huh?”
“You know it, buddy,” Mark said bringing them up to his nose and taking a deep whiff. “I haven’t washed these in two weeks. They’re bringing me good luck.”
“Are you serious, two weeks! No wonder they smell so much.”
“Oh, please, these babies smell great,” Mark said, waving the socks in Joey’s face.
The smell hit Joey’s nose immediately as Mark moved them closer. Normally Joey would’ve reacted by moving his face away, but the scent was just too strong, and too enticing for Joey to resist.
“That’s right, big guy, sniff these bad boys,” Mark said, slowly pushing Joey into the corner.
“Damn, Mark your socks smell so strong,”Joey said taking a deeper whiff. “I had no idea you could create such a stink!”
“Hey man, two weeks without a wash on these hard-working feet, my socks are gonna reek.”
Completely intoxicated by the smell of Mark’s rank socks, Joey took both of them in his hand and moved them to his nose.
“Aw, and the little puppy gets off on it!” Mark purred.”I’ve noticed you sniffing around me before, and now I understand why.”
Mark moved his right hand to Joey’s bulging crotch and his left hand forced the socks closer to Joey’s nose.
“That’s right, dude, sniff that funk,” Mark growled in Joey’s ear.
He ripped Joey’s shorts and jock off in one fell swoop, releasing Joey’s hard, 7 inch cock into the warm air of the locker room.
“And no need for spit with all the pre-cum your gushing!” Mark said as his hand gripped Joey’s rigged tool.
“I just…can’t get enough,” Joey sighed into the warm, moist, smelly socks.
“Keep sniffing dude. I’m gonna make you cum all over, you dirty little pig,” Mark said.
The sound of Mark’s voice was bringing Joey even closer to climax. Mark continued to smother his face with the socks and increasingly jacked Joey’s cock with more force.
“Aw dude, you getting off on my stink and you’re just about to cum,” Mark purred into Joey’s ear as he kissed him passionately on the neck.
That was all it took. Joey gave out a deep moan, biting down on Mark’s rank socks, as he released stream after stream of hot, jock cum into the air. His legs could barely hold him up as Mark grabbed his body to keep him from falling.
“That’s right, stud, cum for me,” Mark said as he watched Joey shoot all over the red lockers.
Mark held Joey in his arms as his orgasm subsided. He took the socks away from Joey’s nose and planted a sweet kiss on his mouth, able to smell the stench of the socks left on Joey’s face.
“Dude, that was beautiful,” Mark said.
“Don’t you ever wash those socks,” Joey replied.