Back to your dorm

You returned to your dorm after practice. You were sweaty and tired. Jake was sitting on his bed, playing a game on his phone. Something about Jake looked strange. Was he sick?

Must be a trick of the light.

You grabbed a water from the fridge and prepared some ramen. While the microwave was running, you turned on your fan and stood in front of it. You smelled ripe. You removed and tossed your shirt on the floor. When the ramen was ready, you sat on the edge of your bed and ate it. You noticed Jake occasionally glancing over at you and, more frequently, looking at your shirt on the ground.

Why is Jake fascinated with my workout shirt?

You finished your snack and headed to the bathroom to clean the bowl and fork. You ran into Mateo on the way to the bathroom. It was no longer just his eyes that glowed, there was a faint light surrounding his entire body. Maybe it was the glow, but Mateo looked especially handsome. Previously, you would have described him as above average, but now he was gorgeous.

"You look great."

Mateo smiled at you.

"You are the fourth person who told me that since dinner."

Mateo leaned in close.

"Your entire body is glowing now."

"You too. Can anyone else see it?"

Mateo grabbed your arm and pulled you into his room.

"What did you do to me?"

"I don't know what..."

Mateo spun you to face his floor length mirror.

"Look! Look at you. Look at me. Were you this handsome this morning? Was I? Have you looked at Jake? He was probably the best looking guy on our floor. I saw him this evening. Jake looks like himself, but older and like he's been in bed sick for a week. Dude, he has a receding hairline now. This afternoon, I called him a dirty old man and ugly. You made my words come true."

"This wasn't me."

You hurried to your room. When you opened the door, Jake rolled over in his bed and faced the wall. You sat down at your desk and opened your laptop. You tried to get some homework done, but you were distracted. Over the top of your computer, you saw Jake holding something up to his face. Not something. It was your shirt. You got up from your desk and crept over next to his bed.

"What you got there, Jake?"

He tried to stuff it under his pillow, but you grabbed it.

"Stand up."

Jake sat on his bed and looked up at you. Mateo was right; Jake did not look the same. You pulled him up by his shirt.

"Stand up, now!"

Your voice rang with authority, Jake stood. You held up your shirt.

"Do you want this? Take off your shirt."

Jake did nothing. You got in his face.

"I said, take off your shirt!"

Jake removed his shirt, and you pressed your sweaty shirt against his chest.

"Put it on."

Jake pulled your shirt on. You pulled it up from the bottom and held it over Jake's face. He inhaled and moaned.

"Oh Jakey boy, you like to smell my funk. I never knew this is what got you off."

Jake's eyes were glassy as if he had gotten high huffing your shirt.

"Would you like to sample the source?"

You held up your arm, exposing your armpit. Jake was frozen but stared hungrily at your pits. You leaned your torso toward him.

"Come on, Jakey boy, have a lick."

Jake practically dove into your armpit. You pressed against the back of his head as he sniffed and licked your pit. You held up your other arm and dragged Jake's face to it.

"You are getting a treat, Jake. I am especially ripe tonight."

Jake moaned as he inhaled your rank smell.

You got it real bad, Jakey. Never knew you were a pit-perv. We going to have some fun now.

"I think you got everything you can from my pits. Get down and remove my sneakers."

Jake dropped to the floor and clawed at your sneakers. When he got them off, you pressed your damp socks against his face. Jake's excitement grew.

"Oh yes!"

Jake lay on his back, and you pressed your feet against his face. Jake closed his eyes and moaned; his cock was tenting in his pants. You bent down, pulled off your socks, and held them to Jake's nose.

"Put them on."

Jake looked confused.

"Come on, you sick pervert. Put on my sweaty socks."

Jake sat up and slipped your socks onto his feet. You pulled your shorts partway down, exposing your underwear. Jake looked up at you, frightened.

"Relax Jake, I know a straight boy like you has no interest in sucking my cock. However, I bet a rank pig like you would love to huff my sweaty underwear funk. Today they are especially ripe. "

Jake reached up to grab your underwear, but you stepped back.

"They smell great, and I am sure you WOULD enjoy them, but just think how much better they would smell with a fresh load of my dick snot in them. "

Jake licked his lips.

"But I am going to need some help."

You reached down and grabbed your cock through your underwear.

"I think a handjob would be just the thing."

Jake reached forward, then paused. You grabbed Jake's hand and pressed it to your cock.

Get on with it.

He started jerking you off through your underwear.

Jake was not especially good at giving a handjob. However, watching him drool as he rubbed your cock was more stimulating than any regular masturbation session. Jake leaned in, so his nose was pressed against your crotch. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back.