Stefan Riley was by far the hottest guy in Professor Davies physics class. Built like an athlete, with the face of a model, he was a perfect specimen. But, the best thing about Stefan in Professor Davies opinion was his smell. Professor Davis had a scent kink since he was a young man. Now forty years old, his love for man stink was still strong as ever.
Now in his small office, giving Stefan feedback on his assessment, Professor Davies was in heaven. A strong masculine stink emanated from Stefan's armpits which made Professor Davies cock hard as a rock. What Professor Davies wouldn't give to have his face buried in Stefan's ripe pits. With pits as ripe as Stefan's, the professor could only imagine the stink between the young man's legs and feet. Professor Davis had been talking on auto pilot for a while, just to keep the stinking young stud in his office just a while longer. But it had to end at some point.
'Thanks for all the feedback Prof, I really appreciate it,' said Stefan.
'No problem at all Stefan, keep up the good work,' replied Professor Davies 'let me just see if i can find you that book i told you about'.
As the professor searched his shelves, Stefan joined him. Stefan quickly found the book and reached up to retrieve it. Since Stefan was wearing a vest, Professor Davies face was now right next to the exposed pit. Stefan's curly pit hair was matted to his skin from all the sweat and the stench was even more intense up close. Professor Davies inhaled sharply breathing in the masculine aromas. Thankfully Stefan didn't seem to notice.
'It's a great book, you're really gonna enjoy it,' said Professor Davies.
'Thanks man,' said Stefan giving his professor's shoulder a light squeeze.
Professor Davies quivered at Stefan's touch.
'Actually, do you mind if I leave my gym bag here?' asked Stefan 'I don't really wanna carry it from class to class.'
'Yes, of course,' said Professor Davies, not believing his luck 'it'll be safe here.'
'Thanks Prof,' said Stefan, dropping his bag and heading out the door.
Excitement filled Professor Davies mind as he looked at the gym bag from across the room. There had to be some filthy things in that bag. He walked over to the bag and slowly opened the zipper. To his delight, immediately a range of pungent odours escaped the bag, sending shivers down his spine. He emptied the bag onto a chair. There were a pair of cleats, football jersey, socks, shorts and a jockstrap. It was pretty obvious Stefan hadn't washed his gear in a very long time. First the professor inspected the jockstrap. The white fabric was well worn, with the pouch covered in yellow piss stains. Some crusty cum also covered the pouch, as well as some of Stefan's curly pubic hair. Bringing them pouch to his nose, the professor inhaled sharply. The smell was pungent, intense and acrid. Weeks worth of Stefan's manly fluids had stained the jockstrap, after it had cradled his sweaty manhood game after game. Professor Davies cock was now aching to be touched. He started to unbuckle his belt, when his office door opened. It was Stefan.
'Hey Prof I...' began Stefan. He stopped talking abruptly when he saw Professor Davies holding his jockstrap.
