At the age of twenty-four, I had experienced quite a lot in life. I had a successful job, a nice flat, wore fancy suits to work each day, but the one thing in my life that I loved the most was my cock. I was so proud of it. For a short lad at five-foot-two, a cock pushing nine inches was impressive, but that wasn't why I loved it so much. In my world where everything is clean and fancy, I craved the smell of a man. That deep musk that gets to the back of your throat. That smell, the stench of a real man, was the thing that I hid under my fancy suits. My armpits were sweaty, my feet were stale and my cock was ripe and musty. To me, I was perfect. The dichotomy of something dirty under a clean facade turned me on so much. I loved it.
It had been a long week at work and I had just gotten home; a semi bulging in my suit trousers. Staring at my colleague's ass all day had got me all horned up. A big ass always turned me on. Male, female, non-binary, young, old, married, single. It didn't matter to me. I'd fuck anyone. The only requirement was their acceptance of my stench. Yeah, I am nasty, but so are other people and there are many that have gone down and embraced it. I do too. I love sucking on a ripe willy or licking a sweaty cunt; I just love the natural taste of it all. But tonight, it was all about me. I just wanted a good ol' wank and I was going to stink up my room doing it.
Other than a natural stench, I had one other main kink that I had. I loved wearing clothes. I loved wearing clothes whilst having sex. I loved just having my cock hang out of my flies as I got sucked off or pounded some girl's pussy. Suits, hi-viz, football kit, chav trackies, mechanic overalls, army camo, chefs whites, police uniform. I loved any clothes that made me feel like a man. Even better if they had been worn by someone else; their sweaty stench all over me. Over the years I had built up a large selection of clothes, solely designed for having sex in. Never washed, never aired, so the smell just lingers all over them.
I opened the sealed-off wardrobe and the smell of stale cum and sweat washed over me. I felt my dick perking up in my suit trousers and now there was a prominent bulge poking out. I grabbed my crotch as I scanned the clothes hung up in front of me. I had worn my suit all week, so wasn't in the mood to be fancy. I wanted a real rough-and-ready kind of feel. That's when I knew. I pulled out my hi-vis work-kit that I used to wear when I was a builder. They were still dirty and cum-stained from all the fun I used to have in them. I stripped off my suit and put the new clothes on, before shutting the wardrobe tight.
