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I hated that smug motherfucker, always with an air of confidence, knowing he was as good-looking as they get, knowing he could fuck anyone, either sex. He was straight, but he knew he was alluring. You could tell by that shit-eating grin and the way he laughed behind those all-knowing eyes, that he somehow knew he was placed on this planet for the sole purpose of fucking. He treated almost everyone like shit, especially the people he felt disdain for, which he most certainly felt for me. I could easily be dismissed with a quick, "Fuck off Faggot", and this was before I had even admitted to myself that I might be gay. It confused me to no end that despite my hatred for him, and his aggressive indifference to me, I was drawn to him like a magnet. I wanted to hear his deep sexy voice every chance I got. I wanted to study him, watch him lick his lips, look at his semi-hairy arms, and see his prominent veins pulse. Every once in a while I would steal a glance at his crotch, and imagine what it would be like to touch that soft mound. Sometimes, he would wiggle in his seat with nervous energy, moving his legs back and forth, causing his package to bulge even tighter in his pants. It was hard not to stare when this was going on, but I tried to be discreet, often having to hide my resulting boner.

We were in Algebra together, and he had gym class just prior. It was bad enough that he was a visual distraction, but most days he was also steeping in post-workout pheromones that made my head spin. I sat directly to his right, and close enough to smell him. If I was lucky, he would casually lift his arms to rest them on his head, and a tuft of thick black pit hair would peek out from his short sleeves. A waft of his musky scent would pass my nose, making my heart race. In my mind, I buried my nose in his armpit and inhaled as deeply as possible. I closed my eyes and focused on how great he smelled. While lost in this state of fantasy, occasionally I would hear his baritone voice, or casual smug laughter, as he spoke to someone else. I imagined that he was speaking kindly to me, or sharing an intimate joke with me, which I knew would never happen, ever. On days like these, I usually did not even make it home before needing to tug one out. I didn't like beating off in some dank restroom at the community college, but what choice did I have? My extreme horniness would otherwise distract me for the remainder of the day.

His name was Bill, but most folks called him Billy. I found this amusing because he was certainly no child. I know others felt this was a bit odd too, for a young man in his 20s, but "Billy" it was, and who was I to argue? One day, as I sat in my seat next to Billy, my mind wandering, I glanced down to see his gym bag was not zipped all the way shut. I could also see near the top of the bag, a jockstrap, and a pair of boxers. My mind started to race, thinking about the possibility of getting those items into my possession. Then, as if by some miracle, a fire alarm sounded. We all knew the drill, get out as soon as possible, stand around outside for a few minutes, and then eventually come back in. I hesitated just long enough to make sure everyone was in front of me, on their way out the door. I casually leaned over, grabbed both the jock and the boxers out of Billy's bag, and stuffed them rapidly into my backpack. I then took off after the rest of the crowd, my heart was pounding with adrenaline. I was shocked at what I had just done.

When I got outside, everybody was just hanging out, talking shit, waiting to get back inside. I saw Billy over by his car, leaning up against it, he was surrounded by his bros, they were laughing, probably talking about getting laid, or at least that is the track that ran through my head. I reached into my backpack, just to touch his jock, and realized it was damp. My heart skipped a beat. I saw my car about 5 cars away from Billy and his crew. I knew I had to get that moist jock in my face stat before it lost its strong scent. My car would give me a bit of cover, and the fact that it was a bit daring, gave me a huge rush. I practically ran to my car but stayed on the back side, so I was hidden from Billy's view. I threw the backpack in the passenger seat, got in quickly, and shut the door. It took me a few minutes to regain composure, I was nervous, my heart racing. I reached into my bag and felt for the moist garment that had recently cupped Billy's ball sack, and absorbed his pungent musk. I brought it to my nose, and rubbed it slowly over my nostrils, inhaling deep. The man-scent was very strong, like nothing I had ever smelled. It made me super fucking hard, instantly. As I sniffed, I opened my mouth and started to lick the fabric that was closest to his mound of meat. I opened my eyes and realized that as I licked Billy's jock, I could see him outside about 50ft away, totally oblivious to the fact that I was nearly stuffing his jock down my throat. After a while, I let the jock drop to my lap and scrounged in the bag for Billy's boxers. I wanted to see what other exciting scents might be had. I took them and looked for the spot that rubbed back and forth over his sweet-smelling butt hole. I found it and rubbed that patch of fabric under my nose. It was fucking amazing. It was more than I bargained for, the musky pheromones were extremely intense. I felt like I was going to pass out. I had to unzip my pants because my boner was starting to strain against them in pain. I started beating off, rubbing Billy's moist jock strap over my raging hard-on, while I continued to sniff his boxers, and watch him leaning complacently up against his car. I was so close to cumming. I gazed over at Billy, and studied him closely, as I enjoyed his scent. As he leaned back against his car, it drew the fabric of his sweatpants tight, making the outline of his cock completely visible. Knowing that I was smelling his manhood, while at the same time seeing his impressive bulge just yards away sent me into a frenzy of lust. I started licking his boxers. In my head, I imagined rimming Billy's tight hole, and rubbing my nose over his pink pucker, imagining his sweaty wet crack hair brushing over my lips, as I licked his taint. It was too much, my cock started to pulse wildly, and I started pumping massive amounts of cum into Billy's jock. I was cumming so hard it made me laugh. I looked down at my spent dick, and his jock that was drenched in my creamy white load, and still damp from Billy's sweaty crotch. I could smell my jizz mixed with Billy's strong scent. In a sex-crazed daze, I brought the cum covered jock to my lips and started to lick up my warm load, as I stared across the hood of my car directly at Billy. I imagined that the cum was his, and it tasted fucking amazing. I had never tasted cum before, as this act was completely impulsive. I made my face wet by rubbing the cum soaked jock across my lips, cheeks, eyes, and forehead. Surprisingly, after all this, I was still hard as a rock and started to shoot a second load, that landed on my steering wheel. I had made quite a fucking mess, and needed to leave. I stuffed my softening cock back into my pants and zipped up. Still feeling a bit naughty and daring, I rolled my window down to be more visible. I started the car and slowly pulled out of my parking spot, driving right by Billy. He glanced up at me as I passed, but he was dismissive. Had he looked a bit closer, he would have seen my huge smile and my wet face which he was completely responsible for. After this, I understood myself a little better and knew for sure I was not only gay, I was a faggot.