bradleysy:It’s not just weak pathetic fags that like an alphas masculine stench.Take Tommy here. A b
bradleysy:It’s not just weak pathetic fags that like an alphas masculine stench.Take Tommy here. A big masculine stud standing at 6’6 and 320lbs of solid muscle. If he’s not freshly washed he’s already working up a stink between his massive hairy arse cheeks. His pits will be ripe with no ventilation under those massive guns and his swollen balls will smell as if he never washed them. Don’t even get me started on his cheesy toes. As if that wasn’t enough Tommy is extremely active. He goes for his morning run at 7am every day before hitting the gym. Taking a shower doesn’t even cross his mind. Tommy loves his stench and loves the effect it has on nasty little fags like you who would love to sniff his ripe pits and suck his sweaty cock. When he arrives at work he spends his day lifting and carrying heavy boxes and taking deliveries in a huge wherehouse. Easily performing the work of five men with the sheer power of his muscle. Given the hard work combined with working in an overheated wherehouse with no ventilation or air conditioning by the end of the day Tommy’s stench could be smelt all over his department. His t-shirt clung to his powerful frame and the various sweat patches over the day had joined together into what was one basically one big sweat patch. His shorts that had struggled to contain his massive bubble butt, his colossal thunder thighs and his meaty crotch were rank. Unlike you small skinny fags big muscular studs like this are always hung and their huge cocks often leak pre all over their boxers and often into their shorts. Since Tommy loves being sweaty and smelly he’s worn those shorts for 4 days running and isn’t about to change them anytime soon. After work it’s back to the gym for his second workout of the day. After pumping iron for an hour, his specific stench couldn’t be smelt by most in the gym. Not that anyone dared to say anything, given how powerful he was and how even the straightest lad was intimidated by the sheer number of pheromones he gave off. On his way home he scrolled though his contacts containing the numbers of many fags just like you. He selected one lad simply called small, tight hole a message of his huge sweat patch on his t-shirt with the caption “douche your ass fag, your spending the night”Would you dare refuse? -- source link