buffcontrol: This stud was described by someone from back home as “that pesky, cocky, smelly jock br
buffcontrol: This stud was described by someone from back home as “that pesky, cocky, smelly jock bro that everyone wants to have.” And Gunnar had been different back home in Sweden. At least, he thought he had been. Honestly, it was getting a little blurry now… Some things were the same, he knew. He was still a professional football player, he was still a little dim when it came to academics and he was still sexy as fuck. Six years of professional ball experience under your belt and you’re gonna look good, even in your off season. Yeah, he still was hot as hell. He was still big. He still… smelled… really good?That was it. He smelled too good. Well, maybe not good, In fact, he smelled fucking rank. His pits carried a thick odor you could smell from across the room. If he so much as lifted his arms, revealing his pits and unleashing his hairy underarms to the world, no one in sight would be safe. That’s definitely what was different. Ever since arriving in America to study abroad for a year, his roommate had insisted he drink these protein shakes… and that’s when things start getting hazy. He’s just kept guzzling down those shakes, not really thinking about it as his dick grew bigger and harder and his already long, strong muscles expanded upon his frame. His odor grew increasingly hot.“Damn, you fucking stink bro!” his friends would him. “Take a shower for chrissakes!” But he’d just laugh, digging his own nose into the putrid corners of his body, “No way, bruh! I smell incredible!” Then he’d flash that cocky smile and raise his firm bicep a little higher, inflecting with his viking accent. “You want a whiff?”You’d think they say no, after all who wants to willingly subject to themselves to such a ripe, vile, MASCULINE stench like that? But the sheer presence of all that testosterone and superior manliness…. it drove everyone around him absolutely crazy. All of a sudden, every last individual within range of his pits and massive feet was burying their faces in him, licking up his sweat and musk like sugar water. He never put two and two together that it was that delicious protein shake mellowing his BO into straight up, concentrated pheromones. He was too drunk off his own virile smell to even think about it… too bogged down with an insistent and ceaseless horniness that made him forget about who was even all up on him. All that male attention would have been disgusting to him once, but now he couldn’t give a fuck. All he could do was sit back and enjoy it. -- source link