You can call me a pervert. Back when I was a sophomore in college I took a job working for my school as a janitor to help pay some of my tuition so I wouldn't be drowing in debt when I graduated. I spent a few months mopping the floors of the school and cleaning up classrooms, but things really became interesting when I was moved to work with the football team. I normally kept away from the team because they take the game way too seriously and I was more of the studious/nerdy type. I was closeted at the time, and always tried to avoid the locker room but a job is a job. The main part of the job was to clean the lockers, floor, toilets, and showers. However, I also had to clean the laundry of the football team. This included washing the jockstraps they would wear. These weren't the colorful fruity jocks that I was used to wearing when I'd go to a hookups house. These jocks were white with a large pouch to hold the cups of the players.
I spent the first month simply doing my job as is, but the constant urge to hide in a stall and jerk off while huffing a jock lingered. After that first month I finally said fuck it and grabbed a random jock from the basket, locked myself in the stall in the empty locker room and beat myself off. The first time I had ever taken a jock was the most euphoric moment for me. I remember the jock was stained yellow from the sweat, and smelt awful in the sexiest way possible. I was used to rubbing my sweaty balls after a day of work and smelling my fingers while jerking off but this was a whole different sensation. The smell was so strong, and I would hold those yellow marks directly under my nostrils as I huffed this random man's scent. My cock was harder than it had ever been. It only took a few moments for me to finally cum. I painted the toilet bowl with so much of my nut. It felt like my orgasm had lasted for minutes.
From that day on I did it every time I cleaned the locker room. It became a sick ritual and the best part of my shift. Thing took a turn when Calvin came into my life. Calvin was one of the football players, tall, strong, and red hair with a stubble on his face. I was jerking off in the stall one day when he walked into the locker room without me knowing. I had the leg loops of the straps wrapped around my ears the cloth of the jock covering most of my face. You could hear me sniffing, long huffs as I vigorously worked my cock up and down. I wasn't using lube so you probably couldn't hear any wet noises from the stall, but you could definitely hear the inhale and the slight moan of my exhales as I took in the savory scent. When I came I gave a hard grunt. I sat their for a minute just feeling the dopamine flood my brain before I cleaned up and left the stall. Calvin was standing a few feet away staring at me, his face a light pink. He definitely saw the jockstrap in my had and he had noticed the noises. I tried to play it off with a simple "hey" but he wasn't buying it. He left the locker room in a rush, and I shrugged the thought away. If Calvin reported me it would be hearsay. I wouldn't have to worry much about losing my job, especially since the coach had excellent things to say about how clean the locker room had become since I started cleaning it. I remember going to my dorm after my shift and beating off to the thought of Calvin catching me. I rarely jerked off more than once a day, but the thought of his blushed face turned me on so much. I loved the thought of someone figuring out my secret and thinking I was a huge pervert for it. It turned me on so much.
I have more stories from that job. Let me know if you guys want a part 2.
I spent the first month simply doing my job as is, but the constant urge to hide in a stall and jerk off while huffing a jock lingered. After that first month I finally said fuck it and grabbed a random jock from the basket, locked myself in the stall in the empty locker room and beat myself off. The first time I had ever taken a jock was the most euphoric moment for me. I remember the jock was stained yellow from the sweat, and smelt awful in the sexiest way possible. I was used to rubbing my sweaty balls after a day of work and smelling my fingers while jerking off but this was a whole different sensation. The smell was so strong, and I would hold those yellow marks directly under my nostrils as I huffed this random man's scent. My cock was harder than it had ever been. It only took a few moments for me to finally cum. I painted the toilet bowl with so much of my nut. It felt like my orgasm had lasted for minutes.
From that day on I did it every time I cleaned the locker room. It became a sick ritual and the best part of my shift. Thing took a turn when Calvin came into my life. Calvin was one of the football players, tall, strong, and red hair with a stubble on his face. I was jerking off in the stall one day when he walked into the locker room without me knowing. I had the leg loops of the straps wrapped around my ears the cloth of the jock covering most of my face. You could hear me sniffing, long huffs as I vigorously worked my cock up and down. I wasn't using lube so you probably couldn't hear any wet noises from the stall, but you could definitely hear the inhale and the slight moan of my exhales as I took in the savory scent. When I came I gave a hard grunt. I sat their for a minute just feeling the dopamine flood my brain before I cleaned up and left the stall. Calvin was standing a few feet away staring at me, his face a light pink. He definitely saw the jockstrap in my had and he had noticed the noises. I tried to play it off with a simple "hey" but he wasn't buying it. He left the locker room in a rush, and I shrugged the thought away. If Calvin reported me it would be hearsay. I wouldn't have to worry much about losing my job, especially since the coach had excellent things to say about how clean the locker room had become since I started cleaning it. I remember going to my dorm after my shift and beating off to the thought of Calvin catching me. I rarely jerked off more than once a day, but the thought of his blushed face turned me on so much. I loved the thought of someone figuring out my secret and thinking I was a huge pervert for it. It turned me on so much.
I have more stories from that job. Let me know if you guys want a part 2.
