Tosserlad

Heaven is my face stinking of c*ck, preferably with a fit lad in front of or above me, his sweaty c*ck leaking against my upper lip: all those warm male pheromones from his balls, bush and knob. Second best is finding pants out of lad's laundry, or asking a fit lad discreetly to sell me the briefs/tee he's wearing so I can smell his funk and jack off. So smelly, wank-rag briefs and boxers with p'ss, sweat, pre-c*m and wank loads in the pouch, plus all stretched out by days of horniness is what I love to get my face into when there is no real d*ck to worship.