Sniff My Socks, Bro

Yeah, bro. You know what to do. Sniff 'em.

You shove your socked foot right into his face – sweaty cotton from practice still soaked with your musk. They reek, thick and earthy, that hard-earned stench of a real workout. He inhales sharp, and you catch his eyes flutter for a second. He tries to play it cool, but you know better. You keep your foot there, letting him breathe it in deep. He takes another hit, then another, leaning into it like he can't get enough. Yeah, that's what you thought. Bro loves it.