For as horny as I've always been, I've also been somewhat timid and modest. That's why I was really embarrassed when I played sports and smelled my teammates. It was unavoidable that I would get hard as a rock, and it was difficult to hide.

What I'm going to tell you today happened when I got my first job, which, while exciting, was a big problem for me because it was at a 5-a-side soccer field.

I had to take care of the place on weekends, from afternoon until closing time. Usually, the last game on Saturdays was played by the owner with his friends, and I would stay to clean and organize alongside him until closing time.

At first, everything was very formal. Diego, the owner, was a 40-year-old man who loved soccer but, due to an injury, couldn't pursue it professionally. So, he decided to open this venue and organize tournaments to play with his team of friends and make some money.

He was very correct, treated me well, and even though he would try to chat with me, I was always very distant because his scent would overwhelm me, and I would try to focus on something else so he wouldn't notice.

One Saturday, after a few months of working, he stayed later than usual, having a few beers with some friends.

While I was organizing the locker room and cleaning, I found a used jockstrap on a bench. To be honest, I was already hard, and finding that made me even harder. So, I hid far from the door, took it to my nose, and got lost in that scent of sweaty balls while I started to jerk off.

When I was about to finish, a noise snapped me out of my trance. I adjusted myself as best I could, hid the jockstrap in my pocket, and came out, pretending nothing had happened. But there was no one there.

I finished cleaning, and my boss's friends had already left. Only Diego remained, organizing the tables, so I approached him to help.

At one point, he said very seriously, "We need to talk," and my heart accelerated. I thought I was going to lose my job, and the truth is that I really liked it.

"I've noticed you have a problem with me," he said.

"No, Diego, I don't have any problem with you. The truth is that I like the job, and I apologize if I did something to..."

"Shh," he silenced me. "I'm not talking about your attitude. But every time you see me, you're different."

"No, Diego. I apologize, but I don't know what you're referring to."

"You think I don't see how you get hard every time I approach you?"

"No. I apologize, I didn't mean to offend you; it's just that..."

"You're a dirty pig."

I was taken aback. He approached me, took the jockstrap out of my pocket, and said, "You're also a thief."

"No, it's just that..."

"Shut up!" he yelled at me. "You'll speak when I tell you to."

The truth is that, instead of scaring me, it made me even harder.

He walked to the door, closed the cur...