I've already mentioned my ex-BF's cousin before. I lived with my ex 2 years ago and the place we lived in, there were 3 houses very close.
His own, his mom's and his uncle's. The uncle and cousin work away for, like, 2 weeks (different jobs and times tho) and then come back and go again, so the house was alone for a good time.
Long story but anyway!
Their house was SO easy to get in from 3 windows I knew how to access. The cousin (35-yo) would always go out, either to play soccer with his other straight dudebro friends or go out drinking with them the whole night, banging chicks, etc. The first year I lived here, we went to his house for new year's dinner, I had to go to the bathroom and... there it was, his washer machine FULL of his dirty clothes, not being washed yet. I didn't really consider him attractive before this point but his smell changed everything. Not to mention his personality was quickly winning me over.
...after that, I made sure to always pay him a visit when he wasn't around (and my ex wasn't around our house either, lol). I became ADDICTED to his fucking musk, this guy has a really strong smell. He almost always had some nice skids, sometimes small, other times bigger, but his smell was
always so strong... holy fuck, to the point that sometimes you could even differentiate the smell of his ass cheeks in his underwear and the smell of his asshole. Sometimes he had some very nice smelling piss stains too but never any cum stain except for one time and it was a bit... but my goal was always the smells of his musky anus.
This went for the entire last year, as soon as I knew he'd went to work away, I'd get into his house, take 2-3 pairs of boxer-briefs and stinky socks to my house. Slowly, I'd sometimes bring other... items and a pair of underwear that was kind of a disaster once (but that goes into scat territory, sorry!). Once, I took a pair of jeans he
never took off but there they were... holy shit, his ass smell was STRONG, very fucking intense because he always used either these jeans or a pair of soccer shorts (that also smell nice!), it was like having him sitting in my face.
I became addicted to all his smells, his shirts, pants, shoes... and the underwear thing was so easy, take 2-3 pairs of boxer-briefs AND socks and, way long after, return them and take 2-3 more from his washing machine. Whenever he went away, he'd stuff his machine full of clothes to wash when he'd come back... this was a fucking goldmine because it was full of aaaall his dirty clothes to explore and choose from. I know he had to suspect something because sometimes I purposely returned them
way after he'd return and wash everything, of course he'd notice 3 pairs of both undies and socks missing but I always did this ritual again and again.
What made it all better is that his skids would almost always be so fucking intense that the snell was in my nostrils HOURS after I was done with them... whenever I see him outside, he's so nice, we'd always greet... if only he knew all I wanted was to bury my face in his hairy dudebro straight asscheeks and worship his asshole, his dick, his pits, lol.
I noticed he changed some underwear (some I sniffed) that were just very old, maybe threw them away sadly
he got some new pair of undies and I actually stole 2 of those new ones and never return them. I have them in a bag now and they've been keeping his smells VERY fresh after all this time. Sadly, no skids and sadly I didn't bring his stinky smelling socks...
but yeah, that's the story how I got obsessed with my ex-bf's cousin's hairy, musky straight anus and then all his other smells.
There are some photos of some underwear I sniffer during all this time, the black one with the tiny cum stains smelt amazing. I got some more photos but they're not that good like these. I can send it in a PM if you want anyway?
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