When I hit my twenties, after graduating high school and working in my hometown drugstore, I had saved up enough money to pack my shit and go settle in a bigger town. Before going, I already dreamt up how much my sexual life will become fascinating. I was imagining myself, surrounded by turgid dicks ready to blow their load on my face. I was imagining myself riding on a wonderful and thick penis up and down, my ass slapping on my partner's laps. But it was without counting on the fact I had no idea how to hook up with anyone. I was way too intimidated by those who arouses me to dare and bring them in my bedroom.
As most homosexual boys growing up in the countryside, I did not have many opportunities to explore my sexuality. Besides the usual games of doctor and pickle-me, tickle-me, my sexual life was built around my frenetic masturbation sessions in front of my computer screen, and the fantasies I nourished each of the numerous times I had the opportunity to admire one of the greasy buttcracks of those big and strong country guys. I was not interested in teens of my age, neither was I in those bodybuilt, shaved, and clean ideal guys we can see on TV. I was into rednecks, into those slobs, I loved their harmonious shapes, their oddly cut beards, their big round fuzzy and comfortable looking bellies, and even more, by that subtle scent of cold tobacco, whisky, and strong male musk.
It is when I finally moved in town that I realized it, once they all became some kind of endangered species, as a kid would get a sudden interest in a toy he left aside when another kid try to play with it. As a drug addict, the lesser masculine scent that I smelled in the subway, or on the streets made me ridiculously horny. A hot summer day became a good enough reason to go travel around the city in the subway for hours, hunting down the foul smells of the few big guys that walked in, nourishing my own sexual appetite. I had such an obsession with musk that I soon found my own smell exciting. I became my best redneck placebo for a while. I myself was basically one of those big guys, with a round belly to cuddle in, and a large ass to grip to, except for my small height as you would expect from a red panda. I spent full evenings and nights sniffing my armpits, masturbating through my boxers to make sure they get that foul pre and sperm  smell. To my great happiness, I have always been the type to sweat abundantly, and sometimes it needed just a day for my underwear to smell that foul scent I loved. I just had to undress, and breathe through that tainted boxers to be hard as a rock for hours.
But, at some point, It was not enough. I needed to smell other fragrances than mine, and that's how I decided to subscribe at a gym. Far be it from me wanting to lose any extra pound, I was simply sure that I would find in those a shitload of big hunky sweaty musky men, maybe even some worn sweat tainted underwear forgotten in the locker room. I have been looking on internet for the most likely gym to have what I wanted in store, gyms having bad advices for smelly locker rooms were the first one to pick my interest, but when I came accross the one that hosted bear events from time to time I had my winner.
Unfortunately, there was no bear event planned for the next two weeks, but I decided to go there for a first time before the next event. When I pushed the front door, we could see through a big window in the lobby all the customers training. All the body types were intermingling in that practice room, which, giving how uncommon big guys were in that town, made it look like a real Eden. A faint smell was drifting around in the lobby, or my perverted mind was creating it while my junk was growing in my shorts. I was dazed. My glance was jumping from an ass to another, a beard to another, and out of the thirty customers I was seeing, I already wanted fifteen of them in my butt.
While I was silently lurking one of the hottest show ever, a bear came through the room's door and came towards me. It was a big black bear, from approximately my age and height. His soft dark fur was underlining that perfect combination of muscles and fat, wearing a simple white tank top soaked of sweat, and a slim fit short that made his bulge very obvious. He was undeniably charming, and when he raised his arm to wipe his sweat from his forehead, revealing his sweaty hairy pits, I sniffed the strongest I could to catch some of his manly fragrance.
"Hello there! It's your first time here, isn't it?" he said, smiling warmly.
"Hum ... Yes ... " I answered, still a bit in my head about that smell, and lurking in the room behind him. "I'd like to take a monthly subscription please".
"Of course!" He replied joyfully, noticing how my eyes were scanning behind him "Don't worry about them, they're a bunch of nice, scruffy dudes. Here, it is your member card, this month is on the house".
"Th-thanks !" I said "Why though ? I can pay this in full" I added, somehow feeling guilty for taking advantage of such a nice commercial move to fulfill my perverted fantasies.
"Let's say that we need some fresh blood down here ! The locker room is on your left"

Locker Rooms, that sole word was enough to turn me on. I was walking slowly toward that door, each step was more frightening, but also more exciting. That closed door was really intimidating. I was picturing what was hidden behind that door, men dripping in sweat and  half naked, theirs scents floating in the locker room, their body heat radiating the whole room... My brain was full of the thought of those fantasized men, forcing my face on their pits, sitting on my face, making me lick their raunchy feet while they masturbate their turgid penis above my face...
Sadly, when I finally got through that door, nobody was on the other side. Sure, the air was raunchy and musky, but without the source of that smell, things were just half satisfying. Walking around the lockers looking for a free win, I felt blessed when my eyes spotted a pair of socks and trunks forgotten on one of the bench. I dashed towards it, picked it up, and brought it to my nose. The trunks smelled an exquisite mix of piss and sweaty balls, and was still humid. I sat on the bench, sniffing deeply the anonymous musk of some big guy's crotch, and started rubbing my bulge slowly, my penis getting thicker each second. The flavour was so intense I felt like I was out of time, feeling pre slowly dripping  from the tip of my cock and through my shorts. I could not contain so much arrousal anymore, nobody was around at that point, so thinking I would be able to get rid of that quick, I unpacked my junk and began to masturbate. I was in heaven. I never had the opportunity to fill my nostrils so well of someone else's musk. I switched from the boxer to the short, it smelled way more spicy and strong, itching a bit as it went from my nose to my lungs.
While sniffing one of the socks, I slipped my cock inside the other one, frenetically stroking in that smelly and sweaty piece of cloth. I was fantasizing over the idealization of its owner body. I was figuring myself licking his hairy pits' sweat, rubbing his delightful and plump belly, figuring myself fondling his balls with my tongue, the snout buried deep in his smelly crotch, and then swallowing his whole thick cock. However, when I was on the verge of climax, a voice interrupted me.
"Having fun here ?"
"I-I-I was just ... sorry I ..." I stuttered, trying to repack my junk in a hurry before turning back to the guy that was talking to me. It was the young guy of the lobby, who was looking at me with a cornered smile.
"I figured you weren't here to exercise in any way" he chuckled, while coming to sit on my side.
"I ... yes, I think I'd better go then ..." I answered, very embarassed by such situation
"Oh no ... Don't worry about it, you were not doing anything wrong" He muttered, while slowly sliding his paw between my thighs to pick up the sock, still wrapped around my cock. "You're certainly not the first one to come here for such reasons" He stuffed the sock in my mouth, the salty sweat taste immediately flooded my maw. While kneeling in front of my crotch and unpacking my cock again, he said "And to be honest, I'm so down for such a cute snack"
He suddenly pushed his mouth on my cock, making it slide along his big squishy and warm tongue. I was biting in the sock stuffed in my mouth, my saliva soaking the cloth, and infusing in delightful foot sweat. The guy's mouth heat sliding up and down my cock was thrilling, and the feeling of his tongue on my glans made me moan until the sock fell from my mouth onto the floor. He kept sucking for a few minutes before standing in front of me, and pushing my head against his slightly stiffened crotch. I sniffed his masculine scent deeply, a slight scent of laundry was still perceptible, but when he dropped his shorts, revealing his wonderful dick and his soft round balls, the strong smell of sweat filled the whole place. He buried my face deeper in his crotch, his half hard cock lying on top of my muzzle.
"It's my first time..." I muttered, my voice stifled in the balls of my partner.
"Don't worry, I will guide you. Just start by licking my balls" he answered in a soft and comforting voice, pushing my face even more against his sack. I slowly opened my maw, breathing the heat coming from his body, and laid down my tongue on his balls. The exquisitely salty taste of his sweat was now swamping my mouth, the foul smell of musk and piss was permeating my body and mind. With my tongue, I was delicately cleaning this sweat, I was delighting of this flavour that tickled my tastebuds. Eyes closed, I was masturbating, I was letting myself go, licking those balls with passion, swallowing one, then another and then both.
"You're doing pretty well ..." he grumbled between two grunts of pleasure "Now, lick my tip, and get ready to suck my cock as I did with yours earlier"
Without having to think twice, my mouth wrapped up around his glans. The divine taste of that cock was flooding my mouth, it was a quite short but large piece of meat. I could smell the scent of his armpits and cock from here, while I was proceeding to take it deeper and deeper in my maw. It was harder with each move, at the bear in front of me grunts' pace. Even without touching myself, I felt climax getting close, but I could not help but reaching my cock to jerk it. His strong paws were grabbing the back of my head, pushing his length deeper in my throat. It did not take long before a strong spurt of cum came out of my dong, landing mostly on the bare paws of my partner. As I was trying to catch some air, the bear gently grabbed me to lead me to sit on the floor in front of him.
"Lick it" he said, gently lifting his paw towards my face, still wearing his adorable smile "I know that you are dying for it"
I was on the floor, getting on all fours in front of his feet, which I could already smell the aroma, and I was hesitating.
"I ... I don't ... I'm not sure ..."
His smell was already so strong without having my snout on his paws that I was afraid I would not be able to handle it. I had way less fantasized on feet than I did on armpits or crotches, I was indeed very interested and excited but I was still a bit intimidated. He gently pushed one of his paw on my nose. The smell was very foul, but I ended up finding it very addictive. I had a great pleasure filling my nostrils with that strong aroma, and when my tongue begun to collect the sperm that I left on the bear's paw, I had an instant and strong boner. The tasting of this cocktail of salty foot sweat, bitterish cum and rancid smell while the big bear was masturbating above my head made me crazy. I was conscientiously licking every splat of sperm, on each of his foot, before cleaning under his paws, licking each square inch of his padded soles, sucking away the sweat of each toe.
"I knew you would love that" chuckled the bear, jerking his penis faster and faster above my head. Once I was sure I had enough of those delicious meaty paws, I got back on my knees to bury my face in his balls again. When he reached climax, he pushed my face deeper in his sack. His cum covered my face, it was warm, gooey, and somehow a bit sweet from the few drops I was able to collect from his still pumping cock. While I was cleaning his sex, he made me cum another time by rubbing my balls and cock with his paws. I was exhausted and ecstatic, my face resting between his thigh, still sniffing that masculine smell while his hand was tenderly rubbing the back of my head.
"You're a lot less shy with a dick in your mouth ahaha... gotta admit that's weirdly cute" he said
"I... yeah thanks I guess... It was very pleasing" I shyly replied, blushing at sights
"Huh ... I was wondering if, maybe ? Well if you'd be down for a drink someday ?" he asked,  a bit embarassed for the first time, "I mean, we kinda know each other already but, yeah, I'd love to if you're ok".
I got up to sit on his side silently, quite surprised and terrified about this. 
"Let's do it then" I answered, smiling shyly at him.
"Awesome, just type your number !" he said, handing me his phone he picked up in his pocket while picking up his short from the ground "About it, my name's Fabian, what's yours ?"
"I'm Gavin" I replied, handing back his phone.
"Nice to meet you Gavin, I have to go back there now, I'll call you later!" At these words he threw his undies on my face, pulled back his shorts, and said, smiling in the cutest way ever :
"Here's a little souvenir, until then"