Bandicoot Musk




        Crash was making his way through the forest. Running along the dirt path and hopping over a multitude of hazardous obstacles. The bandicoot had been running nearly all day, and was exhausted. He was covered in sweat, making his jeans cling tightly to his body. 
        After vaulting over a large hole in the ground, Crash was confronted by two sword wielding reptiles that paced back and forth across the path. The bandicoot ran up to the first and spun into him before he could react, sending him flying a few dozen feet away. 
        The other lizard rushed forward and swung his sword. Crash quickly ducked under it. When he stood back up they were face to face. Crash opened his mouth and let out a powerful belch. The lizard was immediately assaulted by the bandicoot’s foul smelling breath, causing him to retch violently and fall to the ground on his back. 
        Crash made a devious grin as he walked over and crouched over the reptile’s head. The lizard gulped loudly as he looked in horror at the smelly jean-clad ass nearly brushing against his face. A massive deep fart boomed out of the bandicoot’s rear. A heavy smog of stench formed around the area, and the lizard became unconscious in seconds. 
        Crash sighed as he stood back up. He averted his gaze to a small clearing in the woods a short distance away. He thought that would be as good a place as any to rest for a bit. 
        Looking back down at his new friend, Crash undid his pant's zipper and aimed his dick at the creature’s head. He giggled before a gush of dark yellow pee sprayed onto him forcefully, getting all over his mouth, nose and eyes. 
        Crash aimed his steam to left, splashing down on the lizard’s torso and crotch, his brown leather garments becoming completely drenched and reeking of smelly piss. 
        Shaking the last few drops out of his dick, Crash zipped his jeans back up and made a satisfied hum. He turned around and started walking to the clearing. 
        The bandicoot flopped down on his back onto the patch of grass. He really worked up a sweat and nearly every muscle in his body was sore. He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes while the sunlight shined onto the small clearing. 
        He lay there relaxed for a few minutes before he started getting distracted by his pungent body odor. He brought his nose closer to his pit and inhaled the onion like stench. He moaned softly as he felt his cock becoming stiff. 
        Crash sat up and yanked off his shoes and socks and sat them next to him on the grass. He then unbuckled his jeans and pulled them off along with his heart patterned boxers. His boxers were definitely his smelliest piece of clothing, being exposed to his unwashed dick and ass all day long. 
        He scrunched up the underwear and started rubbing it against his ass, making it pick up even more nasty sweat. He held it against his butthole and started blasting it with muffled farts. A few minutes of ripping ass and jerking his cock had passed. 
He tossed his boxers over with his jeans and picked up one of his red sneakers. He sniffed deeply inside them. Overwhelmed by the intense foot funk, his rock hard cock started oozing precum.
He grabbed one of his severely discolored socks and put it onto his dick, covering about three quarters of the length. He started masturbating vigorously as he breathed into his sneaker. 
Not long after, Crash’s dick erupted into the dirty sock. Cum began to seep through the material as it filled and cascaded down the rest of dick and his lower stomach. The bandicoot painted heavily as he relaxed his body again and fell asleep shortly after.