The best access to the university rugby team was to work in some support role. You were the nasty li

The best access to the university rugby team was to work in some support role. You were the nasty little faggot that was eager enough to be chosen as the equipment manager. This was a role that involved allocating equipment and replacing damaged gear when required. You’d usually have to issue new boots, jocks, t-shirts to keep the team looking good. What you’d noticed is that many of the rugby players were pretty raunchy. Many of them wouldn’t shower regularly, most didn’t even shower after training or after a game and not a single one of the 29 men on the team wore deodorant. They didn’t see the point as they were all used to stinking anyway. As if the BO stink wasn’t strong enough many of the men would regularly just wear the same t-shirts, socks, cups, jocks ect for as long as possible, sometimes for weeks on end!A couple of the raunchiest lads would wear their gear until it tore during a game straining against their huge muscles or practically rotted away from being so sweaty and ripe. So when they needed new gear they’d ask you. So being the crafty little bitch you were you created a rule that anyone who needed new equipment needed to swap it for their old destroyed gear. Almost immediately you began to collect torn t-shirts that were heavily pitted and stunk from heavy use and a lack of washing. You even went as far as to collect socks that were crusty with so much fermented sweat. These weren’t just any old socks though. These were between sizes 13-18 and had been used and abused by the big wide stinking feet of smelly rugby players. By far the best was the old jock straps and boxer shorts they would trade for new ones. The majority XXL were huge and contained a vast array of different scents. You could sniff each garment in different places for a different smell. One area of the pouch would stink of a combination of pre-cum, piss and cock cheese while another area of the pouch would stink of overheated balls and would usually contain some left over wiry pubes that had become stuck in the mesh fabric. What really sent your nasty ass over the edge was sniffing the straps that covered some of the thickest, hairiest and smelliest asses anywhere. The straps contained so much stink! The sweat of so many games and training sessions. The smell of the ripe unwashed cracks and the sweat and smell of an unwashed hole. What’s the next step? Well if you love sniffing their trashed gear so much you should offer your services to the lads. I’m sure not one of these massive stinking horny brutes would turn down you dragging your tongue between their ripe hairy ass cheeks or deep throating their massive cocks. The taste of their alpha cum will send you over the edge over and over! -- source link

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