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The men’s locker room.

Trainers stuffed with dirty socks, sweaty shirts and shorts thrown around after training, still damp with sweat, jockstraps hanging from locker doors. And the whole room soaked in that unmistakable smell of a sweaty man.

This is sneaker heaven.

One whiff of that masculine stink and you’re already hard. You can’t fucking resist. You need to taste that man. You grab the hanging jockstraps and press them straight against your face. Still damp, with a few stray pubes clinging to the fabric, the shape fits your face perfectly, covering your nose and mouth.

You breathe in that male scent, running your tongue over the still-wet bulge of the jockstrap. Your other hand is already working your cock.

Fuck, it’s perfect.

You pull your pants down, straddle yourself over it and keep going. The socks stuffed inside the trainers stink from across the room. You don’t wait any longer and press them against your face.

Fuck, they stink like the guy has been wearing them through the last few training sessions.

Fucking heaven.

Your cock is practically ready to explode.

You don’t wait. You pull the man’s trainer onto your cock and, with the sweaty socks pressed against your face, you start fucking yourself with it.

You’re already sweating inside your ASOX gear. You don’t even know whether it’s from the intense fucking or from the thought of getting caught by the guy, which only makes you even harder.

This is fucking real heaven.

Sneaker heaven.

ASOX original.