Jake kept browsing the fetish aisle, gawking at some of the more extreme options or toys. Being a college freshman, Jake wasn't exactly the most experienced when it came to sex. He was about a below average build and underdeveloped, which didn't translate into him getting all the chicks. He had made out a few times, but that was about it.He got midway down the row when he saw an item that caught his eye. He spied a filthy, dirty T shirt hanging on the shelf. The T-shirt, original a clean white color, was a grungy dirty yellow color, as if it had been worn and sweat into for years without being washed. It was especially yellow and stained under each of the armpits. Jake was several feet away and he could smell the nasty BO wafting off of it. It absolutely reeked of body odor and sweat, and it reminded Jake of a dirty locker room. The stink should have turned his stomach and made him sick, but the smell intrigued him some how. He stepped closer and picked it up off the rack. Whoa! It absolutely reeked! The yellow fabric felt greasy in his hands. Jake was amazed at how nasty the shirt was, and he could only imagine how much sweat and grime is had absorbed from its previous wearer. "Gross! This is so nasty! What kind of person would be gross enough to wear this?!" Jake mused. He wanted to toss the garment away, he was disgusted by it. But, for some reason, he couldn't. In fact, he felt a very strong compulsion to go to the dressing room and try it on. He was getting a bit hard in his pants at the idea of the filthy fabric rubbing against his upper body, depositing the strong BO on his clean body. The dirty fabric on the armpits rubbing against his clean underarms. He grabbed the nasty shirt and walked towards the dressing room with a painful boner in his jeans.