jock room pants

leaving a worn pair of pants in the bin, the funk emanating like the odour of a football teams wash room after extra time and penalties. too easy not to. picking it up by the waist band and seeing it hanging there looking as if it was a delicate item gathered by the inspector at a crime scene. I brought my nose up to the skunk in the crotch a light ignites and i cant stop it. first the brush of the fabric against my nose and closed upper lip, sinking the odour deeply into my lungs i take the garment in my hands and thrust it up against my face covering both of the orifices so i can completely savour it. deeply in hold and out again my coc lunges against my tight jeans as if it were an eagle wanting to soar, and again to my face i hold his pants until i can no longer help and i soak up the gusset into my moist wet and deserving mouth. but then it hits me.. how on earth am i to explain this wet patch on his crotch and scrumpled condition? i panic like a sissy gurl and look at my guilty face in the mirror and then seeing that i am so horny so flush with the blood filling my cheeks i giggle lightly take my little cock out and start to caress it with the wet cloth until i cant stop my ejaculation which looks like it has dribbled weakly onto the pants! shit i think, now what, ill have to wash the damn thing, but before i could start to order my clothing i freeze and consider the goo, ummm i lick it all up and suck it out from between the fibres until it is all swallowed up, greedily. naughty!