Every week on laundry day Pete finds himself amazed that the football team managed to get cum on every piece of clothing he owned.  It’s almost like they intentionally mark him once they are done using his holes to drop a load.  Pete can’t remember a time when he did not smell like jock jizz. 

Others are starting to notice as well,  the captain of the wrestling team cornered him in the locker room last week and told him he smelled like pussy, right before bending him over a bench and ramming a very thick ten inch cock in his ass.

Adding to the problem is the fact that all the guys in the frat make sure to stick their dirty cum rags and socks into the dryer with Pete’s clean clothes, baking the smell of cum into his load like a scented dryer sheet.