I couldn’t have been gone more than 5 minutes before I returned back to my room to grab my phone when I saw Richie throwing himself down on the bed, face down and grinding like a cat in heat. I didn’t know what he was doing, but it was clear I stumbled upon a private moment. I playfully asked what he was doing, curious by this behavior. He quickly jumped up and moved himself into a position where he was hiding something behind him. What was I supposed to do? I walked over and asked to see what he had. To my surprise, he was holding my jock in his hand, clutching it like it was some secret, precious thing he didn’t want me to see. My jock. My sweaty, well worn jock that was still covered in the scent of my nuts. I knew then what he was doing. The little pervert was sniffing it and getting off in secret! I couldn’t help cracking a smile. I was definitely tickled and amused, but also happy to see him expressing his desires. I took off my towel, still covered in the same sweat and scent as the jock. I asked him if he wanted to take a sniff of the real thing. The pause in his eyes was palpable. Even though my gesture was open and without any conditions, I watched as he did the calculations in his head about whether or not he should do it. I stood still, not pressuring, not judging, just letting my ripe cock and balls hang free between my legs as he made his decision. Then, to my delight, he leaned in…
