Date: Thu, 23 Apr 2015 07:43:55 +0200
From: Zachary Blake <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Smell This 10 (Revised)

SMELL THIS 10
By Zachyboy, Brad & Mark
M/b, oral, anal, sniffing, buttplay

Complete fantasy. Never happened and we don't encourage it. Read, sniff,
enjoy, then go home and keep your hands and your noses to yourself.

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PROLOGUE: LIKES

I like cute boys. I like quirky boys. I like regular boys.

I like unattainable boys. I like boys with pretty faces and boys without. I
even like boys who have an element of non-model, "real boy" plainness about
them.

I only have a "generally don't like category" of boys who reach around 13,
but already look like little 34-year-olds.

I don't like boys with a lot of pubic hair. I stop liking boys when they
turn from "almost teens" and "new teens" into "older teens" and "hairier
teens."

I also don't like boys who are massively overweight. I will add that's not
a judgment, it's just a question of what I find attractive and what I
don't.

I also love the smell of a boy's bottom. Stating the obvious at this point,
I know.

Mostly, I love a boy's bottom to be sweaty, tangy, and sweet. Maybe a
little like vinegar. I like it to be ripe and raunchy. Not everybody's
thing, I understand, but again, hey, that's just me. I'm not overstruck
about downright dirty butts, but it can depend how horny I am, and it can
depend on the boy, and I'd be more likely to turn my head away from a boy's
really dirty underpants than I would from pulling my face out of his live,
in-person, really dirty ass cheeks.

That's me.

But then there's the Elite category of boys. Isn't there? Those boys who
defy categorization. Those boys who are simply godlike in their own skin.
When I look at their picture, I don't even need to see their bottoms, or
imagine what they smell like, or even see their feet or their arms or their
fingers or their pretty little cock bulges or anything.

They seem to float around with a glow around them. No matter what they
wear, what they say, how they say it, they are simply adorable in every
waking moment (and sleeping moment for that matter). They simply exude
beauty. Something very spiritual-like in their presence. I often want to
just fall to my knees and worship them.

It's these special boys that, even though I'd still rather get off sniffing
their butts and sucking their cocks, they are just so Elite that it
wouldn't matter what flavor they were downstairs, or what they let me
do. Clean or dirty. Hard or soft, Aware of me or not. I just want to be
near them.

Meet 12-year-old Jura. I'm happy just to be in his presence, however he
comes.

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FISHING: JURA

Jura is so excited. I could tell when he slipped out of his front door and
barely had the time to give his mom a kiss goodbye (she had to call him
back)...and then he came skipping down the path in his jeans looking so
cute and so...boy!

Man, he was so small for a 12-year-old. Could get away with being 10. In
fact he was the best of both. He was small (and undeveloped) enough to get
away with being 10 but he smelled like a 12 year old. Man, did Jura get
sweaty.

I watched as he trotted down the path towards my car, the excitement about
going on a fishing trip with me so evident on his smooth little face. His
pool blue eyes lighting up when he saw me waiting - his skinny arms and
straight little body in his cute blue sweater with his red tee just visible
under the neck.

As I embarked on the 4 hour drive to Lake Alexander, the fact that I had
the cutest 12 year old on the planet in my back seat was keeping me high
and full of sexual rushes, one after the other.

But I was conflicted.

He's a neighbor's kid and he's 12. I can't really do anything with him. At
the same time, I have him alone for the next 48 hours and there's no way I
am going to miss the opportunity to smell just how sweaty that little
preteen bottom of his can actually get. No way.

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After a morning of absolute ruggedness – hiking, fishing, and sweating
like crazy – I led Jura back to the cabin for lunch, knowing he'd be
sweet-smelling in all the right places. I didn't even have to wait long,
because after he tore through three hot dogs, two dozen tater tots and
enough kool-aid to leave him with a grape moustache and a cabin resounding
with giggly boy-burps, he grabbed the light blanket off the back of the
rocker, kicked off his shoes and stretched out on the couch for a nap.

"Hey, Jura," I said casually. Why don't you take off your shirt and your
shorts too. They're kinda muddy from fishing all day. That way you won't
get the couch all dirty."

"Sure," he said, smiling and nodding. No big deal to him. He shucked his
shorts giving me a flash glimpse of his tighty whities underneath, pulled
his shirt up and over his creamy little chest and dime-sized nipples and
then cozied-down on the couch where he was down for the count in about 60
seconds.

I took my time doing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen, making sure he
was asleep. In five minutes, I could hear him snoring deeply. I waited
another 10, just to make sure.

I kneeled down on the floor next to the couch, lifted the light blanket
back from his bum area only, and was amazed in an instant by the sight and
the smell. Perfect grungy boy undies. Damp with sweat and clearly sporting
a tan grease stain you could see from the back. I could smell his bottom
the minute I peeled the blanket back. Oh, God, it was ripe. So sweetly,
delightfully, cock-hardeningly noxious, it was all I could do to stop from
moaning out loud like an opera tenor cutting a new album for Sony Classics.

I stuck my nose right down next to Jura's fine, slimy, tapioca swamp hole,
and believe me, the heat was just radiating from it. It warmed my cheeks,
I'm telling you. It warmed my cheeks. And I sniffed Jura with all my might,
and mother of God, it was the sweetest, richest, most fusty, fiesty,
sticky, stinky, marvelous malodorous crack-scent this side of heaven.

And Jura didn't even stir while I leaned in there an nose-sucked in with
all my might, taking one hit, two hits, three hits, four. Five potato, six
potato, seven potato more. Fragrant, pure, sweet, boyhole perfume. The kind
that wins awards. It was just raw, primitive, ferocious-good boy stink,
straight from the tap. I attempted a swipe with my finger but he stirred,
so I retracted and froze.

Soon he was snoring again, so I leaned in and took five more deep, long
hits. In my mind, I could almost imagine the intake gurgle of a water bong,
so good was his ass scent. Jura took the term "that's good shit" to a whole
new level. Sniff, hit, gurgle, hold. Don't exhale man, don't let it
go. Hold it. Hold it. I ejaculated inside my shorts, hands-free.

I drifted off to dreamland myself, just kneeling there at his
temple. Uninhibited, luxuriant Grade-A Jurastink. As fine as I knew it
would be.

That beautiful natural stink of a Jura's unwashed wrinkle, hot and rich and
ripe. I needed it like I needed oxygen and food. The overpowering dirty
smell. The musky sweet and sour notes underneath. The all-boy earthiness.

Jura's a good boy, everybody.

We'll wake him up and do some more fishing in a little while.

But for right now, let's just let him sleep.

Everybody meet Jura.

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BATHROBE: JOEL

I love it when my sister-in-law is buried with work.

She's a lawyer and her work is unpredictable.

I've never minded looking after Joel for her.

Never.

I've looked after him since he was a baby.

He's 10 now.

Joel and I love hanging out together.

We always have.

I'd grab a pizza, a 2 liter bottle of Sprite and put on a movie that is
just above his age.

Enough to scare him a little.

Just enough for him to want to sleep in my bed with me.

And we'll spoon...and I'll stay awake the entire night just holding him and
feeling his little bottom cupped by my groin.

Wishing in my deepest fantasies that I could just slide myself inside him.

I've never told my sister-in-law Joel sleeps in my bed.

And neither has Joel.

I think he'd be embarrassed to tell her he was scared by "The Boy Who Cried
Werewolf."

Joel likes to wear my big, blue and red, velour boxing robe.

It's massive.

I told him I've had it since I won the South Western Boxing Tournament.

I've never boxed in my life.

Joel is so impressionable, I could tell him anything.

He looks so adorable in my robe. It buries him as much as his mom's work
buries her.

It will drag along the floor and he'll grab it and tug it up.

He loves to just chill on the bed in the robe and watch TV.

And I watch him.

Sometimes, he doesn't even know that he's, well, hanging out a little more
literally.

Like today.

Normally, I have to be very careful when I pull back my robe to get to
Joel's bottom when he's asleep.

Not today.

You know when you think a boy is trying to tell you something?

Because it seems to fit the circusmtances to well to be a coincidence?

It's like Joel is saying to me, "I know you smell my bottom when I'm
asleep, so here...here it is."

But then we know we put those thoughts in our own heads.

Don't we?

Either way, Joel is watching TV.

And I'm watching his bottom.

And I'm not taking my eyes off it...

Except to look at his cute face and wait for his eyes to roll...

And his head to drop..

And his mouth to open.

Then he's not watching TV anymore.

But I'm still watching him.

I'm making sure he's asleep.

And then...

I'm going to sniff his stinky little bottom until I cum in
my jeans.

I love that my sister-in-law made it through law school.

I'm so proud of her.

And Joel's a good boy, everybody.

Everybody meet Joel.

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LONELY: LEO

Why do kids have to be so cruel to each other?

Is it their brutal honesty that makes them seem so cruel?

Or it is that the need to be accepted is so strong that it causes them to
spot and exploit the weaknesses they see in other kids their age.

Regardless of the reason, today Leo was the target of their incessant
teasing and cruel jokes.

Leo was the sweet, shy 11 year old, the son of my next door
neighbors. He was a typical boy with sandy colored hair and teeth that were
just imperfect enough to make you want to eat him up. And he had the most
incredibly pouty, red lips.....lips that made you weak in the knees as you
imagined kissing them softly or imagined them stretched around the head of,
well, you know.

But Leo always had trouble relating to the other boys his age and often
found himself on the outside of the fun, alone and sad. It didn't help that
mom and dad were divorcing, upending his world and making him feel even
more insecure and unloved.

On this particular day, a happy occasion....a birthday party filled with
fun and balloons and cake....Leo was sitting alone on the couch, quietly
sniffling, his eyes red from crying. He had been playing on the trampoline
outside and had cracked his head against one of the other kids. He
has started crying and the other boys immediately pounced and began to
taunt him and call him gay for crying.

And so that is where I found this angel of a boy.....slumped on the couch,
trying not to cry, but not being very successful. I sat down next to Leo
and asked what was wrong? He looked up at me with big tear rolling down his
cheeks.

"Th....the....uuuuuother bo...boys were being mmmean to me" he manage to
choke out between sobs. My heart was melting for him, so I
put my arm around his shoulder and gently pulled him to my side.

"Leo" I said, "don't worry about what those other boys are saying. You know
you're my best man. I love you to the moon and back."

Leo just buried his head into my chest and sobbed. And so I just held him
and reveled in the moment. I was holding a precious, beautiful boy
in my arms, letting him know that I loved him. I could not help but touch
the top of his head with my cheek and bury my nose into his sweaty mop of
hair. I could have stayed like that forever, just Leo and me.

But soon, his sobs began to subside and I put my finger under his chin and
lifted his face up so that he was looking up at me.

"Are you better now, buddy? I asked

"Yeah, I guess" Leo replied

"Do you want to go and watch a movie in your room and get away from those
other boys?" I asked him, partly because I truly wanted to get him away, at
least for a little while, from the cruelty of the other boys, but also to
just have some alone time with him.

At the mention of a movie, his eyes brightened just a bit.

He jumped off the couch and headed upstairs, his tight little butt muscles
perfectly filling his cotton sweat pants. I could only imagine how hot and
stinky that little crack would be after jumping on that trampoline
for nearly an hour.  I followed close behind in a effort to catch
just a whiff of his tight little aroma.

Once in his room, I flopped down on his bed and watched as he started a
streaming movie on the Roku and crawled up on the bed beside me. He loved to
cuddle, especially when he was watching a movie and I was more than happy
to give him that contact and attention he craved.

I propped myself back against the headboard and pulled Leo onto my lap
and let him lean back against my chest, his head resting just below my
chin.

He seemed happier now that we were away from the others and relaxed into me
as the movie played. But it was not long before he was pinching his boycock
through those gray sweats. Leo was what I call a "dick pincher" Since he was
little, it was like his hand was permanently attached to his cock. Maybe
he constantly touched it out of a nervous habit, maybe he didn't know, I
wasn't completely sure. I wondered sometimes if he thought the dick thief
was going to steal his cock if he ever let go of it.

Anyway, he was soon pinching away as usual, and fuck, I wasn't going
to let the opportunity pass.

"Does it feel good to do that, Leo?"  I asked him in a quiet voice.

His hand froze for an instant before he pulled it away as if he had touched
a lit match and I could see the pink flush of embarrassment creeping up the
side of his slender neck.

"Does it feel good, Leo?"  I asked him again, not in any accusatory or harsh
way, but just soft enough to let him know it was okay to be truthful.

"I didn't mean to......I mean...I was just itchy down there," he said,
afraid to look me in the eye.

"It's really okay, Leo...all guys get itchy down there, even me."

He thought about that for a moment and blushed again at the thought of me
pinching myself. At this point I was surprised he couldn't feel my cock
pressing against his backside because I had gone rigid the moment I saw his
hand move toward his dick.

"So......it's okay if I do it while we watch the movie" he asked...as
if he were asking for a glass of water.

"Yeah buddy, it's really okay," I told him.

And so he did.....he went back to playing with his cock, just
randomly pinching it while he concentrated on the movie.  After a while I
moved my hand down over his and began to guide his hand back and forth
across the front of his sweats, letting him feel the difference as his hand
moved from pinching the head of his cock to rubbing his crotch. I
did not take very long before I could feel him press himself back against
my chest and ever so lightly push his crotch forward into our combined
hands.

"Does that feel better, Leo?"  I asked him

"Mmmm......uh, yeah it does....kinda tickles my dick a little," he said
in a breathless tone that was tinged with fascination at the feelings
beginning to radiate from his surprisingly thick boycock.

"Let me make it feel even better, Leo" I said as I eased my hand down into
his gray sweats and underneath his damp undies. His skin was so moist,
smooth and tacky and I slid across his bald pubis to the root of his
now-growing hard-on.

He jerked just a bit when my fingers made contact with his semi-bone,
as big as my thumb, but a little bit fatter. No doubt about it, for and
11-year-old, Leo had a nice one. But he did not pull away....only
pushed that hardening stick of flesh up into my grasping fingers.

Slowly and gently I began to masturbate sweet Leo, feeling his fat spike
get rock hard and hearing his breathing rate increase as the sexual tension
in his sweaty tween nutsack began to buzz, making him thrust up against my
hand, trying to increase the contact and the good feelings he was getting.

I buried my face in his hair and inhaled sweat and pre-teen boy as I
continues to stroke his peter between my thumb and forefinger. All too
quickly he began to softly grunt and make a sweet little grunting sounds in
his throat as he neared his first boygasm, his nuts disappearing as they
prepared to fire off the two thin drops of sweet boy juice I knew he had
coming for me.

Leo was grinding his bottom into my lap and causing my cock to press even
harder up into this cloth covered crack. We were both headed for a rapid
explosion.

He pushed up hard against my hand and cried out in a half grunt, half
squeal as his orgasm swept him up, I could feel his boy cock throbbing
between my fingers as his nuts pumped out their watery tribute.
That was all it took for my cock to erupt into my jeans, flooding my
underwear with cum. My fingers were sticky from his watery juice and I
quickly brought it to my lips and licked it off my hand like the sugar
water it was. Like Leo nectar.

Leo was drained from all of the emotional stress from earlier in the day
and the intensity of his little cum shot and he quickly collapsed on the
bed beside me.  He was such a vision of beauty with that little ass
wrapped tightly in those warm sweats that I pressed my face into his
covered crack and sniffed that sweet, musky scent that was leaking right
through the material.

Looking up toward the back of his head I asked "Leo......you want to have
some more fun?"

He gave me a smile and nodded his head.

I pulled off his sweats, peeled down his damp briefs and shuddered as his
bare ass came into beautiful view. He blushed as he watched me. My cock got
hard as I leaned my face down, eager to taste him.

Leo's a good boy, everybody.

Everbody eat Leo.

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SQUIRT: LUKE

"Flex your muscles, Squirt," Harrison said to his 10-year-old brother,
Luke, as they both stood shirtless at the bathroom mirror.

Harrison loved it when his parents were out and now that he was 14, they
felt comfortable leaving him for longer periods of time.

"Make sure he finishes his homework," Harrison's mom said as she grabbed a
banana from the fruit bowl and headed out the door fifteen minutes later
than planned. She was always running late. Late out and late back.

Harrison was a stud. He played soccer, volleyball and basketball and spent
most of the long hot Texas summer with his shirt off. He knew what it did
for the girls and they swarmed around him like bees. He loved the attention
and eighth grade was a defining year in his sexual development.

He had never really had an interest in girls and now suddenly, they were
everywhere, inviting him to this party and that party. His phone would blow
up with texts informing him, among other offers, "my frnd sed she wud give
u a bjob."

Despite his lack of interest in girls, he certainly didn't have a lack of
interest in his cock. He had first jerked off when he was twelve, a little
later than many boys, but he had been a late developer. However, once he
had experienced his first boygasm, dry and hard between the legs of Luke's
teddy bear, Barrett, he was hooked.

Harrison would jerk off several times a day and by the time he was fourteen,
he couldn't remember a day in the last two years that he hadn't
jerked off at least once.

Emily, a cute sixth grader at Baylor Elementary where Harrison went to
school, was the lucky girl who got the inaugural sucking of Harrison's (at
the time) 13-year-old four-inch bone.

Ironically, Emily was a shy girl and had only just turned twelve.  However,
she had previously had a crush on another older boy, Greyson, also 14,
and he'd had taken advantage of it and ultimately of her.

Emily wanted to hang out with Greyson all the time. She dreamed of spending
Saturdays with him at the bowling alley or at the park. Greyson also
thought about spending Saturdays with Emily - while she sucked his cock for
him - and it didn't take many Saturdays before he had her on his knees in
his bedroom after school, teen-cock-cumming in her little mouth. She
thought he was loving her. He just wanted to get his cock in her mouth and
cum down her throat.

Emily quickly learned that the way to a guy's heart was through his cock
but despite being blown by Emily several times a week, Greyson soon got
bored of her when she told him she wasn't ready for penetrative
sex. Greyson could get any doozy-eyed sixth grader to give him a blow
job. He wanted to ride a little pussy hard and with closed legs, sweet
little Emily became a fling of the past very quickly.

Emily knew how to get to Harrison - and she did. She didn't play games with
anonymous texting via friends. She knew that was the long way around to get
to a boy's cock. She texted Harrison directly.

"Hey, its emily from science class. I relly like u and I wud do sumthin for
u i kno ud like ;-)"

"Hey, wht wud u do?"

"Wht wud u like me to do?"

"I dunno, lol."

A minute or two went by during which Harrison felt tingles rising
throughout his body.

Then:

"I wud suck it for u ;-)"

"Damn gurl u serius?"

"yeah ;-)"

Emily waited. She wasn't sure if she'd been too forward. Maybe other boys
weren't like Greyson, but she hoped that Harrison was because, well, since
she wasn't blowing Greyson anymore, she found herself craving older boy
cock and cum. As she waited for Harrison's next text, she pictured herself
on her knees in front of him, wondering how big his cock was and what it
would taste like when she sucked it.

"k whn?" read Harrison's next text.

"after sch today?'

"where?'

"anywhere ;-)"

"k my house thn ;-)"

"okay! ;-))) xoxox."

"u relly gonna suck me?"

"yeah ;-)"

And she did.

Fuck, it felt good to Harrison. He tried to process why any girl would want
to take a cock in her mouth. At the same time, he fucking loved it. Being
hands free alone gave him a sense of liberty and freedom. He came in less
than a minute and was shocked how Emily gulped it back without blinking
once.

The trouble was, as much as Harrison enjoyed his first-ever blow job, he
didn't really like Emily. He didn't like girls at all. In the last two
years, he couldn't recall ever once thinking about a girl when he had
jerked off.

Harrison liked boys. Younger boys. Nothing got Harrison's teen-boy-balls
tingling more than a cute little fourth grader. He had hated moving up to
Baylor because all the boys would now be at least twelve years old. When he
was in fifth grade, he had a veritable supply of younger boys walking past
him all day every day and primarily, that's why there hadn't been a day in
the last two years that he hadn't jerked off.

Harrison had a thing for younger boys' bottoms. Sexually speaking, they were
the cutest thing in the world to him and he was obsessed with the one
that belonged to his 10-year-old neighbor boy, Blake. He wwould purposely
walk behind him on the way to school, just to get a good view, watching the
backpack bounce on his shoulders and staring at the ass underneath. Harrison
thought about offering to carry it for him but that would mean he would
miss the twists and wriggles Blake did to adjust his back pack and how
beautiful his ass looked when he did them.

That was two years ago. Harrison was going up to Everton High and the lower
age of boys at school would now default to fourteen. Harrison was seeing
younger boys less and less. He still had a thing for Blake, who was
now 12, but he missed perving over the younger ones every day.

Until now.

Harrison's brother, Luke, endearingly referred to by Harrison simply as
"Qquirt" had just turned 10. Harrison had only ever seen him as his cute
lil' bro but the day he started fourth grade and struggled to pull his back
pack onto his shoulders, Harrison saw lil' Squirt in a whole new light.

"Can you help me put my back pack on?" Luke asked his older brother,
turning around and struggling with the shoulder straps.

Harrison looked at Luke's little ass in his thick, thigh-length plaid
shorts and for the first time, his balls tingled as he looked at
it. Harrison knew his little brother was all clean. It was his first day at
school and mom had made him take a shower, which he hated.

"...but what will that cute little ass smell like after a long day at
school?" Harrison thought to himself excitedly.

"Come here, Squirt," Harrison said curling his fingers under Luke's
shoulder straps, "let me help ya out."

That was the day Harrison became obsessed with his little brother and
particularly with his little brother's ass.

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"Flex your muscles, Squirt," Harrison said to his 10-year-old brother,
Luke, as they both stood shirtless at the bathroom mirror.

Harrison loved it when his parents were out and now he was fourteen, they
felt comfortable leaving him for longer periods of time.

"I don't HAVE any muscles," said skinny Luke as he tried to flex his
non-existent biceps.

"You look mighty-fine to me, Squirt," Harrison said, holding up his phone in
his left hand and taking a photo of them both in the mirror.  Mom and Dad
were out the entire day. They had left themselves four hours to do a five
hour journey and mom didn't even get the chance to grab a banana before
they headed out the door.

"Today's the day, Squirt," Harrison said to his brother, smiling at him
through the mirror.

"For what?" Luke sulked, still troubled by the lack of definition in his
skinny beanstalk arms.

Harrison smiled. He had decided that today was the day he was going to find
out what Squirt's little 10-year-old fresh tween boy bottom smelled
like and, knowing that mom had not had the time to make Luke take a shower
this morning, he knew it was going to be stinky.

And Harrison couldn't wait to smell it.

And he also couldn't wait to have Luke pretend he was Emily.

"Come here, Squirt," he said with a smile. "Come in my room and close the
door for a minute."

Luke looked confused, but smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Now do me a favor. Kneel down on the floor and close your eyes."

Luke smiled shyly and did what he was told.

"Good boy," Harrison whispered. And as he pulled the zipper down and
unsnapped his pants, he realized how lucky he was to have a little brother
like Luke.

"Squirt, meet Squirt," Harrison said quietly as Luke opened his eyes and
saw what was in front of him. He smiled, said "okay," and opened his mouth
as wi-i-i-i-de as a 10-year-old can.

Because really. What are little brothers for?

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FUCKED: LEO (CONTINUED)

But meanwhile, back to Leo...

As he lay there, his breathing beginning to return to normal after his
watery cum, I pressed my face more fully into the sweat pants that
were covering his rounded bottom and began to take deep huffs of Leo. He
was like a furnace inside that fabric....I could feel the heat pouring out
right at the split between his cheeks and I just let that heat warm my face
I could smell the residue of a long day of boyhood, sweating and careless
swipes of his crack after pooping. It was bubbling up out of him in waves
of sweet pungency.

Oh sweet fuck did he stink just like an 11-year-old boy should stink.  This
was no polite, delicate odor, but rather was a freight train of buttstink
that was only slightly contained by the sweat pants holding his sticky
cheeks closed. I could smell his assmusk mixed together with a sour,
vinegary, cheesy scent, like feta cheese and cheddar melted together. I
could smell the darker odor of the greasy smears that were likely
glazing the folds of his starfish.

I kept pressing my nose deeper into the fabric, trying to get at every
molecule of stink on this beautiful boy's ass, breathing so deeply that I
became dizzy with the cloud of fumes I was inhaling. I could hear soft
grunting and groaning and realized with surprise that I was the one making
those lustful sounds. I was so lost in sniffing his ripe bottom that I
didn't even realize I was making a sound.  Somewhat shaken from my reverie
of ass huffing, I noticed that Leo was quiet, save for his very even
breathing. The sweet boy had fallen asleep, drained from his cum ordeal a
few minutes earlier and the emotional stress of the day.

Taking this opportunity, I eased myself from the bed and quickly hurried to
the bathroom to take a quick piss and was back in his bedroom no more than
5 minutes later and Leo had not stirred. I eased myself back onto the bed,
scooted over close to Leo and gently pulled him into my arms and just lay
there, my face buried in his sour, sweaty hair and let him sleep.

Sometime later.....it seemed like only minutes, I woke with a start,
realizing that I had also fallen asleep with my sexy nephew cradled
in my arms. I leaned in toward him and could feel his hot, sweet breath on
my face and see those puffy, pouty red lips parted ever so slightly as he
snored softly.  Gently I kissed those lips and his flushed cheeks until he
began to stir and open his eyes.

"Did you get a good nap?" I asked him

"Mmmm...uh huh. I did" he answered back, still only partially awake.

I leaned in to kiss him again, pressing my lips firmly against his and
letting my tongue trace the outline of his mouth.

"Mmm..that tickles," he said softly.

I leaned in and kissed him more aggressively, pushing insistently with my
tongue against him until he relaxed his mouth and my tongue slid up into
his wet oral cavity. God, he tasted so good......slightly sour from his nap
with a hint of leftover birthday cake. He was passive for just a moment and
then began to push back with his tongue, as the level of passion in our
kiss began to rise. I was sucking on his lower lip causing him to whimper
into my mouth which only served to inflame my lust further and drive me to
kiss him even more deeply.

"Stick out your tongue, Leo" I panted, my need for this boy quickly rising
to the point where rational thought gets pushed aside by lust.

Fuck....what a ball achingly beautiful sight. To see this sweet, hot boy
open that mouth. those red lips stretched into an oval and that tongue
pushed out in all its glory. I wanted to just jam my cock into his sweet
maw right at that moment but I needed to tease us both and make this
encounter last because I didn't know when I would see this hot little
fucker again.

And so I resisted the temptation to drag his mouth down over my aching cock
and instead, leaned in and tickled the end of his tongue with my tongue
eliciting another round of whimpers from Leo.  I pulled his entire
tongue into my mouth and began to suck on it as if it were his small
cocklet and heard his whimpers become a moan of surprise. He was soon
whimpering into my mouth again as I sucked and licked trying to memorize
the taste of his mouth.  Almost without realizing it we were deep French
kissing again with Leo pushing his tongue more aggressively into my mouth,
wanting to feel me suck it, making him feel both overpowered and grown-up.

I pulled away and began to remove his teeshirt and sweats.  I was
constantly amazed at how willingly he offered his nakedness to someone
he loved and he knew loved him.  He just lay there until he was only wearing
his tight little briefs with a beautiful tent right in the crotch. His
fat four-incher was rock hard from all the heavy kissing and proof again
that he was as excited as I was. I peeled those undies down and his hairless
boydick sprang back up and slapped against his sweaty, smooth V.

He was breathtakingly beautiful as he lay there totally naked, vulnerable
and trusting....but with a stone hard preteen penis that was my green light
to take him to boygasm nirvana.

I quickly shed my shirt and shorts as well so that I could feel this boy's
naked, damp skin against me own, feel every bit of his body pressing
against me. His eyes widened a bit when he saw my erect cock pop free,
and I heard a faint "wow" slip out as he tried to process the vast sexual
difference between our two bodies.

"Leo, I'm going to play with your cock and your asshole until you beg me to
stop."

He flushed an even deeper pink on his cheeks and in a half whisper said
just one word: "Okay"

Nothing like sweet permission from a hot, sexy tween boy and so I began to
devour him with my mouth, starting with his smooth little pits with all
their salty goodness. He was writhing at how good it felt and how much it
tickled, but I wasn't about to stop until both pits had been licked clean
of every bit of salt and sweat and just the very edge of a bit of stink.

I moved on to his nipples, just gently rubbing them at first, letting him
start to understand how much pleasure he could get from a previously
ignored part of his body. He was quick to gasp in both surprise and
pleasure as those sweet little nubbins became erect under my fingers. I
began to suck on his left tit, laving it's little point with my tongue and
gently gnawing on him with my lip-covered teeth. He was soon squirming
under me, trying to process these new sensations pulsing out from his
nipple while simultaneously thrusting his fat hardness up against
me. His body was already ahead of his understanding of what was happening
at this point. It felt so good to have him pressing that fuckspike up
against my stomach.

I finished off his right nipple and moved down his smooth tummy to his
hairless crotch, taking in the sight of his four inch stalk and
that sweet little nut sack with it two little almonds. I lifted his
hardness up with my fingers and just pressed the sweet head of his
short fatty up against my nose. Oh fuck.....the smell of boy dick is
beyond intoxicating to me.

I could smell his crotch sweat from all the jumping on the trampoline.
I could smell dried boy piss from those leftover dribbles that
always end up in his briefs....I could smell a soft cheesy, yeasty smell
that reminded me of rising bread dough and Velveeta cheese. It was all I
could do not to jam that fat cock head up into my nostril as I tried to
inhale every bit of his penis perfume....tween boy dick stink....whatever
you want to call it.

I was quickly sinking into a fog of lust and hotness, but I could hear Leo
up above me making noises......somewhere between a whimper and a moaning
sound deep in this throat and I huffed the stink of his cock and gently
massaged his stalk with my thumb and forefinger.

"Uuuuunnnnnnggggg....Unc...Uncle Dan....my cock....oh fuck...that feels
so good."

I couldn't stand it any more and so I sucked his fat spike up into my
mouth and simultaneous licked his hairless nut sack. The flavors of active
boy crotch exploded on my tongue...the saltiness from his sweat....the
tangy dried piss with just a hint of maple......that flavor of good
sourdough bread....all mingled together to fill my mouth with the hot
flavor of boy dick.

Leo was obviously in favor of the dick sucking as he gave a startled grunt
when my wet mouth closed over his fat stalk of flesh and immediately
began to push up into my mouth, trying to increase the contact between his
dick and me.

"Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus, Uncle Dan...that...feels...so...fucking...good!"  He
moaned and gasped out the words, caught between the incredible feelings
spiraling out from his crotch and the surprise that I was willing to do
this to him. To suck the smelly thing he pissed out of.

My response was to just moan and grunt around his now wet cock and let him
feel the vibration of my moaning on his fuckstick.

With my face pressed down firmly on his crotch, I could smell the scent of
his hot little pussy rolling up from his backside. I couldn't stand it
a moment longer and had to eat that sweet fuckbox until he was raw.

I pulled back from his crotch and pushed his long legs back toward his
ears and watched his bottom peel open and reveal that sweet, tan glazed
pucker in the center. It was moist and glistening in the bedroom light and
I knew I needed to make love to that sweet boyhole with my mouth and tongue.

As soon as his cheeks parted, a wave of stink poured out and I could smell
his unwashed, ripe smelly little rosebud. The smell was strong. As I said
before, this was no polite bit of musk, but the full-on butt stink of an
active 11-year-old boy.  It was powerful and pungent...the smell of boy
ass....his most intimate place. It smelled of overripe banana and sour
sweat....it smelled of warm blue cheese and wet earth. It was a dark, dirty
smell that pulls and repels you at the same time, but you know that you
cannot turn away. I needed his stink as desperately as I needed oxygen from
the air.

I was like a madman huffing my way down in between those spread cheeks,
feeling the heat and moisture on my face as I pushed into his swampy,
stinky backside. He was slick from sweat and the buildup of pussy grease
and smears of leftover poop. I could feel it sliming up my nose and cheeks
as I pushed further in until my nose was pressed up tight against his
rubbery ring. Oh fuck.....it was so dark, nasty and strong that I was
gasping and moaning at the same time. This was pure Leo....the most
intimate stink of a boy and I was buried face first into it.

My nose ached with every inhale.....he was raw and sticky and gamey and my
brain was being fucked with every molecule of stink. Almost without
thinking I began to lick around that rubbery wrinkle of skin...letting the
greasy, pasty funk melt off onto my tongue and burn me with the strength of
it's flavor. He was earthy and so bitter......and I could not stop. I was
like a crazed man trying to possess every bit of stink that boy had. I
pressed my lips fully onto his pussy lips and began to suck on his hole,
desperate to taste this boy.

Somewhere above me I know Leo was making noises....I could hear snippets of
his words mixed with a whining, whimpering noise that was music to my ears.

"Aaaahhh....fuck....mmmmmmuuuunnngggg.....mmmmyy asshole....my asshole!!
You're...lllllicking my dirty asshole!!" It was a cry....it was a plea....
it was fascination and disbelief....it was lust-tinged.....all of these
things as Leo experienced the pleasure of my mouth on his dirty hole..

His moans and whimpering were simply too much for me and my internal
filters broke down and I snapped. I pulled back from his ass and pressed
the head of my cock against his impossibly tight hole. I didn't mean
for it to happen this way....so fast...so unplanned...but I was lost in
my own lust at this point.

In the heat of that moment, I couldn't stop. I was intoxicated with the
taste of his fuckhole and my cock was aching so badly that I was no longer
rational. I pushed against his shithole....against that unyielding muscle
ring.....increasing the pressure until his flesh started to slowly stretch
and mold itself around the head of my cock. I could hear him grunting and
gasping to accomodate me -- good boy -- big boy -- and I was glad he was
with me, because I was beyond stopping. I pushed even harder, feeling the
hot, wet slickness of his gripping pussy ring, until at last it snapped
open, right under the ridge of my cockhead, trapping me inside his hole.

He moaned, "Oh fuck, so good, so fucking good!" and that was all it took
for my balls to fire and began to pump my cum up inside Leo. It felt like
my insides were being pulled out through the of my cock, the release was
so intense.

My cum immediately began to leak back out around my cock, yellowed from
being mixed with his inner slime. It oozed down into his crack. I could
smell him now in a deeper and darker way and it caused my cock to jerk
uncontrollably, forcing another whimper of bliss out of Leo.

Having drained my balls, his shivers of lust registered fully in my
brain and I pulled him up into my arms and began to shower him with kisses,
telling him how much I loved him, our panting and hunger mingling together
as his pussy expelled my cock and the remaining dribbles of cum.

"Uncle Dan........Uncle Dan...."  I heard his sweet voice whisper hotly
into my ear. "I love you.......I love you so much."

And I just held him tightly in my arms, knowing that he was mine and that I
was his no matter what....

And once again, if we didn't make it clear before, Leo's a good boy,
everybody.

Everybody meet Leo.

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ROSES: MARTIN

"Are you serious?"

I picked up Martin outside McDonalds, at Times Square, when I was in NYC on
business.  I was staying at the Ameritania on 54th Street, just of the
Square.  I would often trawl for boys on the Square at night. I knew where
to look and who to look for. After a while, target boys look like they're
practically holding a sign saying, "I'll do stuff for guys for money."

Martin was one of those boys and I had never once been questioned by the
Ameritania staff when I went took a boy back to my room.  I'm pretty sure
the majority of its revenue was from boylovers and in this economy, who's
questioning who?

Martin was selling roses outside McDonalds, a cover intro only too common
in NYC. He was wearing black jeans and a long sleeved white shirt, untucked
and open down to his tummy so his smooth, bare chest was showing. He was
wearing a very thin, long black necklace. See what I mean about wearing a
sign?  The open shirt? The dainty necklace? Those were his come-fuck-me
signs.

I immediately fell for him. Perfect age, looked around thirteen/fourteen,
cute look, small, great body, sexy facial features, cute dark hair -
everything.

"What's your name?"I asked him quietly as I stood next to him at the
entrance to McDonalds.

"Martin," he replied turning to me.

"I'll buy roses from you...and you can keep them and resell them," I
whispered back at him.

He checked me out. He knew I was one of them.

"Cool, he said. For what?"

Martin looked into McDonalds. I don't know what or who he was checking out,
but I believe he got a nod from someone inside.  He looked back at me and
whispered at break pace speed without pausing. I was catching words.

"Ten roses gets ya sucked an' gets ya a suck o'mine and five extra if
y'wanna cum on my face. No mouth no anal thirty minutes within five blocks."

When he talked, he had a gruffness in his voice, like sand was scraping on
his unbroken vocal chords.  I looked into McDonalds. I don't know who or
what Martin had been looking at. I saw nothing but lard asses and Big Macs.

At room 238 of the Ameritania:

"Can I do that for you?" I asked as Martin began popping the buttons on his
jeans.

"Sure...they're your roses, man," Martin replied. I got down on my knees in
front of him and started slowing popping his buttons one-by-one.

"How old are you, dude?" I asked him softly.

"Eighteen," he replied unconvincingly.

I smiled and popped his last button on his jeans and gently pulled his
fly apart. I tugged down on them a little and the waistband of his
off-white, Hanes boxerbriefs contrasted beautifully against his semi-tan,
smooth tummy.  I dug my fingers into the top of them and pulled them away
from his body...and then pulled them down slightly. Not a single hair to be
seen.

"Eighteen, huh?"

"Yeah, y'know."

It's difficult to lie when you know you wouldn't believe it yourself.

"Like...eighteen going on fourteen?" I said smiling up at him as his four
feet nothing towered over me on my knees.

"I'm almost fourteen," he replied a couple of notches quieter than before
as though someone other than me might hear him now.

I had thirty minutes, right? That's all he had given me.

"Ohhhh, fuck, dude," I moaned out, "I wanna suck your dick so bad right
now."

Martin dug his thumb in his undies, practically stealing them back from me
and held them underneath the cutest, little boy balls you ever saw. They
were so small, like two little siamese walnuts. His little peen flopped
out, all of three inches, covered in a thick, overhanging foreskin that
closed to a corrugated tip like an elephant's trunk.

"Oh, my gawwd,"I thought to myself. "Am I REALLY gonna get this 13-year-old's
little cock in my mouth and suck it ' til he cums?"

Bolts of sexual energy fired off randomly throughout my body as I tried to
rationalize the fact that while my colleges were having dinner at Blue Fin
on 49th and Broadway, I was on my knees in my hotel room in front of a
13 year old boy I had only met fifteen minutes ago - and his little
hairless 7th-grader cock was right in my face waiting for me to suck it.

Fuck!

As I took Martin's teen peen inside my mouth, I felt his hands rest
gently on the top of my head followed by a long, exhaling of sexual energy
breathing hard through his little nostrils. Martin liked to have his little
dick sucked. No question about it.

I went down to his skin and then pulled my lips back up that soft little
dick, feeling the transition between the base of his peen and his
foreskin-covered little German helmet.  As I closed my lips around the
overhang of his foreskin, his dick immediately sprung up, removing itself
from my lips and standing all of four inches erect in my face. Martin
pulled himself back and found my lips again and then, pulling my head
gently to him in his hands, he pushed his little hard middle-school
boyspike back into my mouth.

"Aw, yeah," he muffled.

"Mmmm," I moaned back in confirmation, my mouth invaded by his little bone.

I managed to find the ridge of his little finger-dick underneath his
foreskin and I held it between the end of my first finger and thumb while
sucking on the end of his cock. I pulled back so I could see it as I peeled
him. He unpeeled easily and his thin, pissy foreskin dropped behind his
little cocklet-head as though it knew exactly how to behave in these
circumstances.

" I just peeled a 7th grader's cock in my face before my team had had the
chance to order their entrees at Blue Fin," I thought to myself.

"Ohhmmmmmmm, Imma gonna cum," he suddenly moaned out.

Fuck! I'd only sucked it for, like, thirty-seconds. I let his little cock
rest on my tongue and I opened my mouth wider so I could talk. He was so
little I could've fit his friend's on top of his and probably his friend's
too - and I woulda.

"Hold on to my ears," I told him as I locked back down on his hard little
pricklet.

I felt Martin shift his hands from the back of my head and the curl of his
fingers grip the back of my ears and his thumbs press onto the front top
side of them.  I stopped sucking, knowing exactly what he would do. And he
did.

As soon as I stopped sucking, Martin started fucking.

He held onto my ears, painfully so, as he stood in the middle of Room 228
at The Ameritania Hotel in NYC and fucked my boy-hungry face with his
little 7th grade boner.

I felt the pain shoot through my ears as he hit his climax. Damn, he was a
moaner.

"Fuckkkkk yeahhhhh," he moaned out loud, "I'm fucking cumming in your
mouth," and with those words, I felt a little splash of salty warmth hit
the back of my throat, dripping down it, forcing me to swallow. I longed
for more. Little came, but the taste lingered and there was no mistaking
that this 13-year-old boy was able to cum. I'd tasted the proof and it
was like amber-fucking-nectar.

He pulled out quickly and let his undies snap back up after his climax had
rendered him empty.

"Don't get dressed yet," I said to him, "I've still got fifteen minutes
left.

"What do you wanna do?" he asked, plonking himself down on the end of the
queen bed.

"Get yourself undressed, dude, and I'll tell ya," I told him.

"No anal, remember?" he re-advised me.

"I know...I got it," I told him, and with that reassurance, I watched in
awe as Martin confidently undressed himself in front of me until he was
butt naked.

"Lie on the bed for me, " I instructed him, "I know what I wanna do for the
next fifteen minutes."

Martin climbed onto the bed and leaned back on his elbows. His little long,
thin, black necklace traced his tender young chest and fell to the left
side of him as he lay back. His spent little cock was beautfully soft
again, his nipples tight and hard and he looked all boy as he waited to
find out what I wanted from him next.

"So...what d'you want?" he asked me seductively. I looked in awe of my boy
god - the boy that had just cum in my mouth.

"I wanna..."

"Yeah..?" he prompted when I ran out of steam.

I paused for a moment, asked myself if I was really going to ask him what I
was intending to ask him - and then, I spoke clearly and confidently.

"I wanna sniff your smelly butthole, dude." With that, I smiled at him.
For a moment, awkwardness lingered like a bad smell. Martin looked
at me, tipped his chin lower to his chest and squinted his eyes.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

I looked him up and down, taking a moment to look at his hairless little
cock again and then looked straight into his eyes.

"I've never been more serious about what I want to do for the next fifteen
minutes ever in my life," I told him. He paused for a moment, looking me up
and down as I had done with him.

"Okay," he said, raising his cute little eyebrows, "I've been asked to do
some weird shit before, but..," he paused as though he was thinking it all
over again.

"...sniff my asshole? Really?"

'Sniff your asshole," I confirmed.

Martin looked at me, squinted again, then slightly shook his head.

"Whatever," he said, glancing up at the clock on the bedside table.

Fourteen minutes to go.

"They're your roses, man," he said turning over onto his tummy.

"They're your roses."

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