Date: Tue, 28 Apr 2015 08:53:40 +0200
From: Zachary Blake <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Bailey Gets Busted

BAILEY GETS BUSTED
By Zachyboy
M/b, b/b, oral, anal

The following story is a work of friction. Nah, you know what I mean. I've
just always wanted to say friction instead of fiction, that's
all. Sorry. Delete that. No real boys were harmed in the making of this
motion picture, nor do we condone or recommend it. In the real world, you'd
just get busted bigger than Bailey. So read, enjoy, crank out a load, and
go to bed. Hands off the young stuff. The part of Bailey is being performed
by a 45-year-old investment banker who does community theatre on nights and
weekends. So there.

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On with the show.

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My sister's boy Bailey was a smart-mouthed little son of a bitch.

At thirteen years old, he could swear like a sailor and took great delight
in doing so when he knew his mom wasn't within earshot.  And it did no good
to tattle on the little shit.  As far as she was concerned, he was her
little angel and could do no wrong.  He always managed to play innocent
whenever Laura was around.  He kept his dirty mouth a careful secret.

I didn't mind the profanity so much.  Truth be told there's something hot
about a kid who uses profanity with such ease.  It made him seem more
worldly and wise, and that smart mouth never failed to cause my dick to
stiffen.

"Uncle Jay, you're an asshole," was a typical comment from this little 5'2"
bastard.  Sometimes he'd find an opportunity to whisper in my ear and it
was always something vulgar.

"Uncle Jay, you suck dirty dicks" or "Uncle Jay, you're a shithead," he'd
say. And I couldn't really fault him because he was always right on one of
those, and sometimes even two.

I often wondered if he fully understood the words he was spewing or was
just parroting things he had heard other kids say. Over time, I began to
think it was more than just innocent nastiness on his part, because he was
physically aggressive as well.

I couldn't count the number of times he would grab my crotch in passing or
swat me on the ass.....such actions were always accompanied by a smirk and
an evil giggle.  And he always managed to be out of reach and near the safe
haven of his mom whenever he chose to act out.

My problem was, as much as Bailey could be an irritating little dick, he
was also as fucking hot as the inside of a car on a Georgia summer day.  He
had spiky hair, a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks, and he
was a fit little fucker. If you caught his eye, there was always that
twinkle of something more than innocence behind his look.

I'd spent lots of time at my sister's house, and on several occasions, had
been able to snag a pair of his gym shorts, pajama pants or undies to huff.
Holy fuck, this kid left the most erotic scents in the pouch of his
crotch-huggers. Balls, dick, ass, boy. We are NOT talking Downy fresh.

I was once fortunate enough to grab a pair shortly after he peeled them off
to take a shower.  They were still warm and damp from the intimate contact
with his naked nethers. Oh fuck, the smell of pure teen boy...the
unmistakable "hello" of boy ass, mixed with the dried piss stains and musky
pheromones of boy balls up front. I almost fell on the floor.

Needless to say I jacked off more than once with those crackstinkers jammed
up to my nose.  His scent was an immediate transport back to my own
childhood. Suddenly I was five and six-years-old again, in the school coat
room, secretly playing games with my Kindergarten friend David. Games we
played with lots of touches and smells. Before we learned to suck each
other's little cocks.

So my feelings for my nephew Bailey were complicated to say the
least. There were times when he infuriated the hell out of me with his
antics, but underneath there was always this sexual buzz down in my nuts
whenever I was near the boy. I wanted him desperately. I wanted to put my
whole face in that cute little hiney of his, tongue him until he squealed
the whole alphabet for me, and suck on his four-inch boy bone until he
thought he got locked inside the Shop-Vac factory after lights-out.

I knew if I was patient, the opportunity would present itself sooner or
later.

Little did I realize just how soon it would arrive.

# # # # # # # # # #

When I was five and my best friend David was going on six, we used to smell
each other's butts and dicks in kindergarten.

I'm not sure who taught him this buttplay. An uncle maybe? A dad? An older
brother or cousin? But I know he liked it, and I know it was David who made
the first move.

"Hey Jason," he whispered to me once at recess. We were on the playground
and the rest of the boys were huddling up to play dodge ball which neither
one of us liked, because even back then we were burgeoning gay
boys. Five-years-old and already blossoming little baby gaybees.

"What?" I asked him. We were kinda sorta not friends back then. Kinda sorta
talked, but kinda sorta not really friends.

"You ever put your finger in your poop crack and smell it in your nose
holes?" he asked me.

"What, like in the butt part?" I asked him back.

"Yeah," he nodded seriously. "Like a butterfinger."

Kids are so sweet, aren't they? He totally meant "butt finger," but I
completely got it. Butterfinger.

"I-I-I-I don't know," I said hesitantly, because this might be a trick and
he might tell the teacher. Or a girl. He hung out with lots of girls. I had
to watch myself here. "M-m-maybe. Sometimes."

"I bet you smell your butterfinger smelly ole crack finger," he smiled
smugly. "Prolly a lot."

I was silent for a sec.

"Yeah, you do," he shrugged. "I can tell."

"Just once," I said.

"Liar," he said.

"Okay, ten," I said.

"Okay," he said. Honesty was important to him.

"Do you like doing it?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said. "I think it smells good."

I shrugged again.

"Wanna smell mine?" he asked.

"Okay," I shrugged.

He looked around the playground to make sure Mrs. Ninshi was nowhere near
us. She wasn't. She was helping some little girl over by the sidewalk with
a rather complicated game of jacks or pick-up or something that involved a
rubber ball and way too many circles of colored chalk.

Satisfied we were incognito, David popped a finger down the back of his
pants, grunted a little from the arm angle and pulled it back out again,
smearing it quickly under my nose and standing there like a chef at a
pastry tasting. "Well? his expression asked.

Holy mother of wake-up calls!

It was like a switch was flipped in my brain!

Whatever little synapses had previously laid dormant, and whatever I'd
previously thought of my own butt scent (and believe me, I liked it) was
nothing compared to the instant smack-crack of David's little
butterfinger. Mama Mia, pleased ta see ya! I just about fell backwards and
squealed like a puppy when you step on his tail, so great was my love for
David's happy little butt scent. I know I said "wow." I know I started
giggling.

"Cool, innit?" he asked, all scrunch and nasty-smilin'.

"Really cool!" I said. "Lemme smell it again!"

He did the finger-in-the-pants-thing again and gave me one more sniff.

Ambrosia! Sheer childhood delight. I got goosebumps!

"Now you give me some," he said.

I did. I stuck my finger down my pants and pulled out a whiffer for him.

His eyes cocked back in his head and he kicked the ground with his foot.

"Oh, man," he smiled. "You got a good one!"

"Thanks," I said proudly.

"Gooood ole butterfinger," he pronounced with a clap of the back, putting
his arm around me and heading for the dreaded dodge ball side of the
playground. We each gave our fingers just one more quick sniff on the way
over to the other boys.

And we did it again in the bathroom after recess.

And we did it again on the school bus after school. We sat in the back
where nobody could see us.

And in that moment in kindergarten, a new, instant brotherhood was formed.

# # # # # # # # # #

Back at my nephew Bailey's house, I'd just stepped into the bathroom to
take a leak. My sister was out on a date for the night. I was the
babysitter, though a somewhat tipsy one, a fact that we both well
understood. She didn't care. He was 13, for Christ's sake. What was I going
to do? Drop him on the way to his crib? Forget to burp him after he ate?

So, yeah. It was just Bailey and me.

All the beer from the past two hours was asking for toilet honors and I was
just about to feel the joyous release of the first pop of the cork when the
door burst open and Bailey rushed in clamoring to take a co-piss.

I wasn't surprised at all. He pulled this stunt frequently, suddenly
appearing out of nowhere desperate to juice whenever I was hovering near
the bowl.  Usually it involved him making some wiseass crack about my cock.

Truth be told, I was fine with the smartass comments, because I got to
watch him take out his little teen piss-piece and flood the bowl alongside
me.  Not a bad situation......my bladder gets some relief and I get to perv
on his thirteen year old cocklet and get a whiff or two of his pungent
pisser. Hey. When life hands you lemons, right?

I'd enjoy the scents of Young Spice cologne and walk away with buzz-drunk
happy thoughts and a mental image of that smooth, hairless four-incher to
fantasize about later.

"Hey, douche nuts," he grinned at me. "Stop staring at my ole dick so
much. Whaddy'all think it's gonna do? Stand up and do rope tricks?"

Sometimes we can be so blind to a situations staring us right in the
face. Bailey's aggressiveness and potty mouth distracted me from the fact
that he rarely left my side when I was at his mom's house.  His own dad
long gone, he was so needy and desperate for attention from a man – even
a gay man – I just wasn't picking up on it.

Nevertheless, during this trip to the bathroom, Bailey still managed to
cross a line with me. The smart mouth wasn't a problem. He said shit like
that all the time to me, and I'd learned to ignore it. It was what he did
next that pissed me off.

When I ignored his smart mouth he took it as an invitation to up the ante.

Right in the middle of draining our dicks, the little son of a bitch
decided to piss all over my shoes and giggle in that evil way of
his.....when he knows he is being nasty as all-hell, but he's feeling like
the randy little cock-of-the-roost. Like being in his own house came with
diplomatic immunity and the little fucker was totally untouchable.  Well I
was ready for him this time.....I had my iPhone at the ready, down at hip
level, and surreptitiously video-clipped the little shit pissing on my
shoes, laughing and cussing like a motherfucker.

"Pissing on your shoes, you big ole asswipe," he giggled. "Nuthin' you can
do about it!"

I held my tongue and hoped the camera was pointed in the right direction.

"You're gonna smell like piss.  Everybody's gonna think you pissed
yourself," he continued to taunt.

I let him have his moment and continued to let the video clip accumulate.

"You're just a big pussy, Uncle Jay. Just a big ole pussy."

I figured I had enough footage to nail his cocky little ass, so I reached
down with my free hand and pinched his little acorn head and held up my
phone.  He yelped in pain and surprise.

"Hey, you fucker! Knock it off! What'd you pinch my cock head for, you
stupid numb nuts? I'm gonna tell the shit out of you! Lord, you just wait
and see if I don't!"

"You're gonna tell on ME?" I laughed.

"Fuck yeah!" he yelled, honestly offended. "I'm gonna tell Mom, you
frickin' ole perv!  I'm gonna tell her you touched my dick.  You are in so
much trouble Uncle Jay! I mean it."  It was halfway between a whine and a
threat, not his typical bravado.

 I growled in response.

"You're the one who's busted, you nasty-mouthed little fuck nut."

He looked like a just squirted him with the garden hose. Utterly shocked.

I produced my phone and held it in front of him.

"How do you think your mommy will like seeing this little video
performance?"

And I showed him the little video clip of him pissing on me and cursing
enough to make a sailor blush.

Oh, it was so sweet seeing the realization dawn on his little
face....watching all the cocksure attitude and bravado drain out of him and
the scared, unsure little thirteen year old blossom to the surface.

"Oh man," he said quietly, his lip quivering, "That's no fair, man. That's
no fair!"

I could see his eyes tearing up, but I knew better than to be swayed by
this act.  I had seen those tears before.  It was how he manipulated most
every adult in his life and while he was perhaps scared at the prospect of
consequences for the first time in his life, I was not fool enough to cede
the upper hand.

"Uncle Jay...delete it. I'm sorry. I was just joking....please don't tell
mom. She'll ground the shit out of me. Please?" The transformation was
almost instantaneous....gone was the little smart-ass cocky Bailey.  What
was standing before me (with his little cock still hanging out, damn it)
was a scared little thirteen year old with tears running down his cheeks.

For the first time I truly had the upper hand and decided it was the right
time to leverage my influence over the foul-mouthed little bastard.  The
satisfaction of finally having the goods on Bailey felt great, but I didn't
anticipate what happened next.

His impressive little cock had stiffened up rock hard, not only from the
pinching, but from the fact that I had finally really "noticed" him and
taken charge.  I was now the adult and he was caught in the web for once.

And I have to tell you. Something about me finally taking the reins was
making Bailey's 13-year-old boy cock, very, VERY hard.

# # # # # # # # # #

Ever since that first day on the playground, David and I were inseparable
friends. It went on like that for the next few days when I was five and he
was six when he grabbed me by the shirt tail one day when we were filing
out for recess.

"Quick," he said. "in here!"

He nodded toward the coat closet and we both made a quick duck out of the
back of the line and luckily past the teacher's line of sight as the other
kids filed out the door.

The whole classroom was bone empty and dead quiet. Quieter than I'd ever
heard my kindergarten classroom ever before.

"Wanna see my penis?" David asked me.

"Okay," I said.

He unhooked his belt. He had a little kid's cowboy belt buckle. A longhorn
steer. Gold laid on silver. And swirly vines and flourishes around the
brown leather strap. My granddad whupped me with one-a those once, and they
didn't feel good AT ALL.

He unsnapped his pants. I felt my heart race. He pulled his zipper down and
tugged down his pants. I saw his undies and I blushed. They were Batman
Underoos. Solid blue with a yellow-stripe waistband. I knew they were
Batman because I had the same pair. They came with a t-shirt. Gray with the
yellow-black Batman bat He pulled them down and there was his peener.

It just sprang free at me. Boing! I jumped back and giggled.

"Pop goes the weasel," he giggled back.

It was two inches erect. No bigger than his thumb. I was mesmerized. It was
the first time I'd seen a boy's penis hard, other than my own. I didn't
know other boys got hard peeners too. I thought mine was broken when it got
hard like that and I was relieved to meet someone who seemed to have the
same problem.

"It gets stiff like mine," I told him. "Like somebody puts a bone inside."

"Yeah," he nodded. "You piss on your tummy when it does that, but it feels
neat."

We both looked at it for a minute, not saying anything. My own peener felt
tingly in my pants.

"Wanna smell it?" he asked me.

"Okay," I shrugged, and I got down on my knees and smelled it. It smelled
good. Like the maple syrup I put on my pancakes on Sunday. Like
Mrs. Butterworth, the syrup-lady who talked.

"Let me put it in your nose," he said.

"Okay," I said.

He lined his cocktip up with my left nostril and kind of tiptoed a little
to push it forward. It didn't really go inside my nose. It just sort of
rubbed into my nose hole and tickled.

"Don't pee," I said quickly.

"No," he assured me. "I peed at math."

He did. He raised his hand.

"Can I smell yours?" he asked.

"Okay," I said, standing up, unbuckling my own belt. Mine was a red grouchy
dog wearing a Bulldogs cap with a big "G" on it. From my Grandpa. From
Christmas.

He kneeled down to smell my penis. He breathed it in really hard through
his nose.

"Aw, man. You got a good one. You got a good ole penis."

"Thanks," I blushed. I didn't know what to say, really. Nobody ever smelled
my penis in a coat room before.

"Wanna do butts now?"

"Okay, but fast," I said. "Before we get in trouble."

I rubbed a finger on my butt like we always did and held it out to him to
sniff but he shook his head.

"Uh-uh," he said. "Not fingers. Just noses."

"Really?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," he answered, nodding. "Right as close as we can get it, okay?"

"Okay," I said.

I bent over and touched my toes. I felt him pull my cheeks apart and I
giggled because it tickled. Then I felt his nose go in my crack. Then I
heard him make sniff sounds, and my butthole felt warm and steamy where his
nose was breathing on it.

"Okay, my turn," I said, starting to stand up.

"Just two more," he said.

"Okay," I said.

"But really ten more," he said.

"Okay," I said.

I bent back over and he did ten more sniffs in me. Then it was my turn.

He bent over and I spread his cheeks apart and I looked at his butthole. So
that's what they looked like up close. It was pink. And shiny. And it
looked like the top of my marble bag when I drew the drawstring closed. The
marble bag my Gold Rush bubble gum came in. It smelled really good so I
leaned in as close as I could and I put my nose in.

It was really good. I knew it would be. His smelled like mine, only like it
had more sugar in it.

I did ten sniffs in him and then asked him if I could do ten more and he
said yes, so then I did.

"Is your penis stiff?" he asked me

"Yeah," I said. "It got stiff after four sniffs."

"Mine really hurts," he said.

"Mine too."

"Smell mine again," he said, turning around, and I smelled his penis. He
was right. It was really stiff now. Super stiff.

I don't know what I was thinking, but my tongue darted out and I gave it a
lick.

I felt him shiver as soon as my tongue touched it.

"Hey!" he shout-whispered. "What'd you do that for?"

"To see what it tastes like," I shrugged.

"What's it taste like?" he asked.

"Like a peener," I shrugged. "Salty but good."

"We better go," he said, looking at the door nervously. We didn't want to
be caught if the teacher did a head count. Especially tasting peeners.

We pulled up our pants and zippered and buckled which was hard to do in a
dark closet with stiff ones, but we did.

We looked around the classroom corner and the coast was clear so we snuck
outside. The teacher didn't see us. She was way over on the other side
playing chalk and jacks with that girl again. What was with that girl? What
a teacher-hog.

"Your butt smells really good," David said. "As good as the whole world."

"Thanks," I said. "Yours too. Wanna be boyfriends?"

"No," he said. "Just regular friends. But I still like you."

"Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome."

"And you've got a good tasting penis," I told him.

"Thanks," he said. "We should taste them again. Only both this time."

"Okay."

"Mine is still hard," he said, pointing his pants at me.

"Mine too," I said, pointing my pants back.

"Let's go," he said, heading us over to the dodge ball side. "Dodge ball
usually makes it go down."

I was happy.

I was five.

I couldn't wait to get my hard ole stiffy peener tasted.

# # # # # # # # # #

After Bailey pissed on my shoes and I caught him on video, he was scared I
was going to rat him out to my sister, but damn if he wasn't excited at not
only the touch of my fingers on his boy cock, but at the sudden realization
that he was now playing by my rules and under my control.

I ran my hand down his bare back and eased it down into his undies, letting
my middle finger sink into his damp, sticky crack.  His reaction was
immediate and beautiful.....he shivered and let out the tiniest hint of a
whimper.  Pink color began to suffuse his cheeks and his little piss stick
got even harder.

"Bailey, I think it time Uncle Jay gives you a taste of your own medicine"

"Unc....Uncle Jay....I'm sorry, I just want you to love me," he
sniffled. "You're the only one who cares about me at all," he said through
his tears.

That wasn't the response I expected. I expected a plea for leniency or
perhaps even a smart-ass reply.  I didn't expect to hear him plead for me
to show him tenderness and affection.  It suddenly dawned on me in a moment
of clarity that although Bailey had almost anything material that money
could buy, his mom was so wrapped up in her own life, that she substituted
things for her time and love.

So there I was in the bathroom, with my finger deep in the crack of my hot
little teen nephew, his fresh hot boybone throbbing.

Eyes downcast, cheeks flushed pink with his rising passion, he said quietly
"Uncle Jay. Please show me that you love me."

Oh fuck.....I was flooded with contrary feelings and emotions.  On the one
hand I was shocked at the desperate need Bailey was expressing for my
attention and love.  Somehow I'd completely missed the signs that his
acting out was a plea for my attention.

But I was also burning with lust for him.  I'd often fantasized about what
I wanted to do with him and now he was willingly offering himself to
me....needing me to give him the love and pleasure he was craving.

"Okay Bailey, the first thing I am going to do is teach you a little
lesson. You're my boy now, and I'll do what I want. Understand?"

He looked up at me, flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement and
slowly nodded. I took his undies all the way off and stuffed them in my
back pocket for later reflection.

Baily was absolutely all boy with his fit body, but also completely
beautiful.  Smooth and hairless, with a nice sprinkling of freckles across
his shoulders.  His cock and balls perfectly proportioned for a boy his age
and a nice rounded rump that just begged to be fucked!

But there would be plenty of time to admire his for his beauty later on,
especially if things worked out the way my plan as quickly evolving.  It
was time for the payback to begin.

And so I aimed my cock at his crotch and let loose with a stream of piss
right onto his small, hairless teen cock.  Again, Bailey shivered and
sighed, his little nubbin chubbing back up to it's full mast of 4 inches.
Obviously the boy loved being under my control and playing nasty games.

I let the piss spray over his lower belly and down onto his undies and
shorts, marking him with my scent.  He never looked up at me, but merely
closed his eyes and let my hot fluid bathe his private parts.

As I finished piss lesson to Bailey, I slid my hand down his back and let
my fingers penetrate his crack once more.  This time, there was an audible
groan as Bailey pushed his rounded cheeks back against my hand to increase
the contact with my fingers.

The net effect was that my fingertip grazed his tacky pucker, eliciting a
hiss of breath from the boy as he felt those electric tingles shoot back
and forth between his sensitive anus and his little boy balls.  His puffy
muscle ring literally pulsed against my touch as if trying to grab my
finger and pull it inside.

Bailey breath was ragged as the sexual vibrations began to thrum through
his aroused body and his eyes were half-lidded.

With a voice, trembling with need, he asked "Uncle Jay....can I touch your
cock?"

There was no way I was going to deny Bailey what he wanted so I just nodded
my head and watch as his hand came up and encircled my engorged cock and
gently squeezed.  His fingernails were dirty. They needed trimming.

Now it was my turn to groan and let my breath hiss out.....his touch was
electric on my cock and my balls felt as if they had been struck by
lightning.  A burp of viscous fluid oozed out of the end of my straining
piss slit.....whether it was pre-cum or some kind of mini-orgasm I didn't
know or care.  My cock was in the hand of a sexually charged thirteen year
old and I was on fire with lust.

I could have stood there, my finger playing hide and seek with his greasy
starfish, his small hand squeezing my cock into a frenzy forever, but I
needed to taste this boy.  So I picked him up and sat his bare bum on the
vanity and leaned him back against the mirror.

Fuck...what a sight......a beautiful, naked thirteen year old, throbbing
little cock standing at attention between his spread legs, eyes looking up
at me in anticipation and a hint of the fear of the unknown.

I let my hands move down his smooth chest to his piss-damp crotch.  I took
his little stiffie between my thumb and forefinger and just gently rolled
it back and forth, watching his face, seeing his eyes close as he processed
the pleasure sensations radiating from the end of his little nubblet and
hearing the keening sound in his throat, his brain not sure of the words to
express what he was feeling.

"Bailey.....does that feel good.  Do you like Uncle Jay playing with your
dick?"

He couldn't answer. He just nodded. He sucked his breath in. Nodded again.

"Well, I think I have an idea for something that will feel even better
Bailey?  You want me to try that?" I gave his stone-hard cocklet an extra
vigorous squeeze and a stroke.

"Please," he gasped out between moans as I continued to stroke and squeeze
his slender stalk.

Giving him a little wink of my eye, to help set his mind at ease, I lowered
my head down to his wet crotch, smelling our mingled piss scents before my
nose even touched him.  It was a mixture of acrid and sweet, maple and
salt, but I didn't care.

I wanted to bring him to another level of sexual pleasure, but just as
desperately I wanted to taste this boy....needed to taste this boy.  His
crotch was rich and ripe from all the day' s activities.  I just pressed
his little acorn head to my nose and let the smell of his, sweat, dried
piss and dick stink fill my nostrils.

A million things went through my mind. The beautiful boy in front of me. My
sexy, rock hard nephew. David in the coat room. "Let me put it in your
nose," he'd said. "Let me put my penis in your nose. You got a good ole
penis."

I moved down and sniffed around Bailey's smooth, tight ball sac, not much
bigger than a golf ball.  It was drawn up and lose to his taint....pubic
hair was just on the cusp for this boy. I shame I thought, breathing in his
bareness.

I sniffed like a pig searching for the proverbial truffle....his scent was
stronger underneath his little teen balls at the juncture of his smooth and
beautiful convex taint.  It was like walking into a bakery on the day they
were making cheese puffs.....yeast and cheddar and just a hint of vinegar.
I huffed his crotch and felt my dick reach maximum hardness, hearing my own
grunts of pleasure mixed with his mewling as my nose tickled and pleasured
him at the same time.

Not able to resist any longer, I sucked his entire little boy dick up into
my mouth, rubbing the underside of his cock head and shaft with the flat of
my tongue. Bailey reacted with a squeak and a grunt and a whispered "fuck"
as these new sensations hit him square in his groin and tummy.

I pressed my nose into his still-bald pubis and used my tongue to lick the
underside of his nut sac, engulfing his entire package in my hot mouth.  He
was squirming and pushing his crotch up into my face, doing whatever he
could to increase the good sensations he was feeling down there.

I decided to up the ante and used my index finger to gently stroke the
outer edges of his asshole, stimulating him from both ends at the same
time.

"Uncle Jay.....I'm gonna cum" "I gotta cum now" he cried out in panic and
pleasure, terrified that he was going to cum in my mouth and anger me,
ruining the moment. But I kept sucking his bone and stroking it with my
tongue, letting him ride the crest of that first oral orgasm uninterrupted.

He began to whimper louder and bash his crotch upward, his body responding
and reacting on instinct, his mind not really understanding what was
happening.

"Uuunnnngggggg.......I can't help it Un......Uncle Jay, I'm sorry...here it
comes...here it comes!"

His passion-wracked voice echoed in my ears and I felt his throbbing little
fattie jerk in my mouth as he was consumed by his wet one. Two sharp jets
of jizz shot out, followed by a tiny blurb, then the smallest of dribbles.

My cock was leaking a steady stream of pre cum down onto the floor as I
literally shivered myself into goosebumps at the intensity of Bailey's
orgasm.

It seemed to last forever, but in reality I am sure it was only a few
seconds.....and Baily collapsed back against the mirror, sweat glistening
on his freckled skin as he floated in that after-fog of his boycum.

Had I left him alone, he probably would have drifted off to sleep within
minutes, exhausted from the intensity of that first blowjob.  But I was not
through with this boy.  I'd sniffed his dirty clothes since he was seven
years old and now I had my chance to get right at the source of his most
intimate and private place.

"Wanna do butts now?" I heard David say in my mind.

I ran a finger along Bailey's butt crack and marveled at the temperature.

I heard David say again, "Uh-uh. Not fingers. Just noses."

I started Bailey out of his post-orgasmic stupor by pushing his legs up
toward his ears, splitting open his cheeks and exposing that dusky wrinkle
at the center of his flesh valley.

"Bailey...Uncle Jay is going to sniff your backside, okay baby?"

Just like David, I thought to myself. Five-years-old again and just like
David in the coat room.

"No, don't do that, that's my butthole," Bailey gasped, wide-eyed, like
"how could anyone even consider such a thing!" The words escaped his lips
in quick, panicked fashion, letting me know that he was probably not
totally clean down there and feared embarrassment if I discovered that
fact.  All the better for me as I wanted my boy to smell like a boy.

Despite his protest, which grew louder and more pleading as I lowered my
face toward his moist crack, I pressed on.  I needed to push my face down
and do this. For me. For David. For memory.

Oh God, he was sexy. Like overripe fruit. He was musky and earthy with the
metallic tang of copper.  My nose rubbed against his quivering bud, and he
was so warm, God, so hot. I was transferring all of the ripeness of his
bottom up into my nostrils, anesthetizing my brain and making me high on
the scent of his sex hole.

He was still protesting up above me, but his protests were growing weaker
as he realized that I was not put off by his bottom and that my nose
actually felt good against his little rosebud.

 At this point I didn't really care, I was lost in the moment, smelling raw
boy, unfiltered.  No poor dirty underwear substitutes....no smeared finger
dragged up a moist butt crack.  This was full blown boy cunt, boiling of
his hole straight up my nose,

I was shaking and moaning myself.....trying to memorize his scent so that I
could forever remember it. I was like a man starving for oxygen, not able
to breathe enough into my lungs.  Every inhale brought some new subtle
scent to the surface....wet grass and summer rain....sour cream and
buttermilk......his immature pheromones......pungent, exotic, strong,
unpenetrated.....his little bottom was a boylover's buffet of scents.

 But it wasn't enough, I needed to taste him. I needed to know his flavor.

So I pressed my lips against his wrinkle.

"Stop!" he cried, embarrassed. "It's my butt, Uncle Jay! I didn't take a
shower!"

"It's okay, Bailey. Gay guys do this all the time."

I felt him relax the second I said it.

"All the time," I soothed him. "It's really okay. It's what we do."

He melted into my reassurance.

I let my tongue circle his hole, melting the tackiness from his skin and
letting the flavors penetrate my taste buds.  It was intense to say the
least, bitter and metallic, but earthy. I choked back a sob of pure joy
from the act of eating him out. This beautiful boy, finally mine in
full-bodied flavor.

Bailey was reacting to the touch of my tongue was a new level of cries and
whimpers and his little teen dick was hard once again.

I wet my finger and I stuck it in his ass.

"Oh God!" he moaned. "Oh God, that's so dirty."

I finger-fucked him in and out and listened to him whimper for more. He
grabbed my head. Tried to ram it deeper into his ass. I fingered him and
ate him. He gasped in full-grunting pleasure.

The combination of his cries of surprise and his grunts of lust and the
powerful flavor of his ass on my tongue pushed me over the edge and I felt
the semen come flooding from my balls like a geyser.

"UNNNNGGH!!! OH FUCK, BAILEY!!! OH FUCK, YOU HOT LITTLE FUCKER!
NNNGGGGH!!!"

My nuts spontaneously blasted out their slime all over the bathroom floor.

Bailey shook and shivered while I wipe a wad from the tip of my cock with
two fingers and stuck it in his mouth. He opened wide. Made a face, but
sucked my fingers. Swallowed it. Sucked my fingers some more.

"Please Uncle Jay," he begged in a whisper-soft whimper. "Please do it to
me."

My cum did nothing to take the edge off my lust.  I needed to breed this
boy and so I stood and pushed the head of my still cum-drooling cock
against his spit slick pussy.  I rubbed the wet head of my dick all around
the puffy edges of his fuck pit, teasing him until he begged in a quiet
little boy voice.

"Please," he whimpered, pushing back against it. "Pleeeeease, Uncle
Jay. Please. Now!"

My cock was still rock hard and I knew the moment had come to fill this boy
with my babies.  I was about to bust Bailey in an entirely different way.

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