The foam along your back begins to peel away from you as the gigantic foot retreats out of the rancid shoe. You however get no such freedom from the smell of his feet, for the intense pressure and layers of Dean's thick foot sweat have left you glued rather hopelessly to the bottom of his sole. He jumps onto his bed, sitting up with his legs dangling. He begins to sift through his gym bag. You peer up from between the two mounds of skin either side of you to watch his face. He picks up his jock strap and leans his face in, his dark brown eyes watering up from the obviously powerful stench. He pulls it back, dropping it down to the floor, the heavy piece of clothing falling beside you. He scratches his thick brown hair looking deep into his bag again. His deep eyes twinkle, and he quickly pulls his t-shirt off, throwing it down. next to his jock.
Still stuck to his sole, you watch with jaw agape as he pulls out another jock strap from his gym bag. You turn your head round as much as you can, and the first one is certainly still on the floor next to his shirt. He gazes deeply into the still warm fabric, breathing slowly. With a calm grace he lifts it, like the first to his face, and inhales deeply.
Dean shudders, the resulting shake loosens you from his foot's musky grip letting you to fall. You land flat on your back into the soft pile of clothing, you head resting against the warm and damp cotton of the jock he discarded. Your eyes water at the smell emanating from it, whose ever it was certainly has some powerful musk. Your front is covered in a layer of Dean's foot grime while your back is now lathered with a good helping of an unknown jock's crack sweat. You can't believe how hot this is.
You look up to see Dean, his face deep in the sweaty piece while his free hand fumbles around with his jean's fly. After some quick work, his mighty cock pokes out, 10 glorious inches in length of pure stallion muscle. He beings to pull on the head, slowly jacking himself off to the scent of some other guy's cock, and you too begin to do the same. grabbing your own cock, covered foot sweat, and steadily beat off to the same rhythm as Dean.
However, Dean pulls back from his musky mask and looks down towards the floor, right at the pile of clothes on the floor.
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