Date: Sat, 9 Jul 2016 21:53:34 +0100 (BST)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Smell This 19

SMELL THIS 19
By Brad, Mark & Zachyboy
M/b, b/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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On with the show.

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A Note from the Authors:

As we near our 20th installment of "Smell This" (and keep in mind, we do
expect a ticker tape parade down Main Street, fuckers), we thought you'd be
interested (or uninterested) to know that "Smell This," which premiered on
October 9, 2014, is now 270 Word pages long (single-spaced, Calibri 11) and
even when we remove all the fluff like this from the beginning and the end
of each chapter, the whole sordid mess comes in at about 125,000 words now,
as of our last installment.

Now, that's about 30,000 words longer than the "Hobbit" and only 10,000 shy
of "A Tale of Two Cities," which seems to cry out for some kind of cursory
notice. In fact, if we keep up at this rate, we're tracking to hit the word
count of "War and Peace" by "Smell This 81." Stay tuned. Stranger things
have happened.

That's all to say, there's nothing inherently impressive about writing
125,000 words. People do it all the time, and a lot faster than we
have. But it is sort of a ticklish kind of giggle that we actually wrote
125,000 words on a fairly singular and specific topic...smelling boys'
buttholes.

Now, that's not really a go-to point for your average Nifty erotica
reader. Trust me, nobody's ever waiting for new chapters of this series. In
fact, here we are two years and a novel-length later, and I think we've
gotten, what guys? Two or three pieces of fan mail so far? Yeah. Something
like that.

So anyway, before we get started with this latest installment, I thought
we'd just pause here for a minute as we hit the 125K mark in this series to
pat ourselves on our creepy, fetishy back, point out our dubious
achievement, and thank the Nifty archivist for giving this bizarre little
series a home, even though its butt-sniffing content seems to resonate with
absolutely no one but its own deluded authors.

We'd also like to thank you rare readers who actually have written to us in
the past couple of years (and yes, yes, I'm kidding, there were way more
than three of you; I think at least six) for sharing our sweet and sour,
weird-as-hell, guilty little pleasure. It's been our honor to serve you,
and we sally forth bravely.

"Smell This" is a total indulgence all around, embraced by few but offered
to all. If you like it, great. If you don't, oh well, thanks for tolerating
us and giving us the space. We're peculiar, but well-meaning, and it's good
to have a home.

Brad, Mark & Zach Your "Smell This" Road Crew, Furiously huffing away at
the next smelly bum.

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NATURE BOY: RILEY

Speaking of smelly bums, Brad, you may or may remember Nature Boy Riley,
the farm boy from Duluth? You'll recall I stayed at his dad's farm about a
week last year doing some electrical work for him, we were old high school
friends, and I was all a-flutter for his son's stinky little farm-boy ass
for two solid months afterwards. How old was Riley then, Brad? 11? 12? A
tween-and-a-half in heat? So, he's what? An old 12, a young 13 by now?
Yeah, that sounds about right.

Anyhoo, at the time, I sent you some pictures from his grandma's Facebook
wall, and we perved over him a little bit and we made some deliciously
filthy albeit predictable jokes about planting some corn up his back forty,
and plowing him, and seeing if we could turn him into a hoe and what-not.
You know the type of jokes we do. Only farm jokes, because Nature Boy Riley
was a farm boy.

Anyhoo, if stinky-ass Riley (and fuck, I swear Brad, I swear he was
dripping-wet sweaty the whole time I saw him) if he doesn't ring a
cock-knocking ding-dong buttfuck bell for you, let me throw in a few repeat
pictures I sent you back then, and a few new dazzlers from his grandma's
Facebook wall. Lord, what a dick-slapper he is. I swear, I'm gonna wear my
dick skin off re-enjoying these. FUCK, I want my nose in this boy's tush. I
want to dive into him like Greg Louganis doing a triple gainer off the
cliffs of Oahu.

Picture 1 – Here's one of Riley in his hot tub. I have no idea where
this hot tub is located. I didn't see one on the farm when we visited. I'm
hostile toward hot tubs in general, because they tend to wash the sweet
anal stink off a young boy's otherwise action-packed vagina, but when life
hands you lemons, oh well, make lemonade.

If I'd seen a hot tub, I'm not kidding you Bradaroosky, I would have
dragged him in there in a heartbeat and boiled up a batch of Zachy's
Organic Kitchen Riley-Pussy-Flavored Soup Mix with a side of Hard-Berled
Boy Sausage.

Fuck. There wouldn't have been enough chlorine in the world to clean the
cum out of his asshole after I finished bending him over the side of the
hot tub and rutting my nut up his gaper. Theoretically, of course. I'm
actually quite polite and well-mannered in person. Damn you, hot tub,
washing all that marvelous stink away from Riley's ka-boomer. Curse you,
touch-button-controlled water-jets from hell!

Picture 2 - Looks like he's enjoying some little mini tostadas there and a
side of slaw. I would literally eat cole slaw out of Riley's butthole, I
think. I swear I would do it, Brad. Just finger feed all that slaw past his
double sphincters a thimbleful at a time, then make nom-nom-nom sounds as I
spread his cheeks apart and sniff his burbling cole slaw ass and eat it
back out like a man with a crack addiction. (Ooh, didn't even see my own
pun there).

And then whatever flecks of cabbage are left over, I'll finger it in, sniff
my finger, steal his undies and send him off to bed. Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Sun-up comes early on the farm. Get to bed, Riley! He'll be shitting out
cabbage and air farts for a week and a half. I'll be cumming in his undies
and smelling their magnificent mayonnaise boystink for the next four nights
at mine.

Picture 3 – The garden shot. Riley holding a basket of
tomatoes. Whoof. Mash that ripe tomato all over your little titties and
lick it off, you hot little monkey. I'd like to suck on those perky little
fuckers and nibble them with my canines. Lay down in the grass and lift
your shirt up, Riles. Now, let me suck those little titties and finger your
stink crack, you precious little bun-muffin. Let's smell your gamey anus
together while I slobber on your tomato tits, sunshine. Little 13-year-old,
about-to-start-7th-grade anus stink! FUCKITY FUCKITY FUCK!

Picture 4 – Still in the garden. You need some mashed-up tomatoes on
your stinky little ass crack too? Great. You brought a whole box?
Good. Let's smell your stink while you load up on lycopene. Tomatoes are
darn good nutrition. Shorts. Undies. Off. Now. Lay down. Spread. I'm going
in huffing, and then we're making tomato sauce.

Picture 5 - I believe I jay-oh'd a big load over this one, IIRC. I'm pretty
sure this one was the recipient of a patented mega load of Zachy's of
Boise, fresh out of the tube. (Not to be confused with Tom's of
Maine). Jesus, look at those legs. I wanted to lift those long lankers up
over my shoulders and huff that crack to the moon and back. He was always
sweaty on that farm. Always, always, always, matty-headed and drippiing
Always one-day past being freshly scrubbed and bathed. Good job, Dad,
skimping on the bath requirements. Your boy's ass had to have been
MAGnifistink, my friend. MAGNIFISTINK!

Picture 6 - NEW PHOTO – What's that say on his t-shirt, Brad?
"Clap-clap-clap?" What the fuck does that mean, anyway? Clap-clap-clap??
Come here, Riley. I don't know what the fuck your shirt means, unless it's
referring to the clap-clap-clap sound my balls are going to make slapping
against your underaged taint when I powerfuck you, but oh well, let's put
it on the to-do list. Then if I can bend over far enough (thank you, yoga
class), I'm going to smell your concetrated post-coital ass stink off my
own receding cockshaft. Sure as hell gonna try, anyway. Have my
chiropractor on standby.

Picture 7 - NEW PHOTO - Sweet Jesus, that's a pretty face, I hate to mess
it up with man goo. Oh wait. No. I don't mind messing it up with man goo at
all. Silly me. What was I thinking? This is me we're talking about.

Whoof, if that kid doesn't suck some mancock before he leaves middle
school, or at the very least some older high school hornyteen boycock, well
fuck, cocks of the world should just up and quit their jobs, or go on
strike, or refuse to eat until he does. Camp Wannaseeit t-shirt? Ha! Nice
humor, Riley. Keep it up. I'll keep you safe at camp, little teaser. Hop up
in my bunk. Jason's not going to get you up here. But Zachynose
will. Zachynose gonna sniff that little hole of yours until we both cum in
your sleeping bag.

8 - NEW PHOTO – Just posted. Riley at the candy store in the mall. Jesus
H. C-Diddy. Look at those fucking planks. Does that boy have some feet now,
or what? Holy-o-Jesus. That's the difference between 11-year-old and a
13-year-old right there, my friend. Look how much those lanky fuckin'
monkey legs grew!! Are those over the shoulder nose holders or what? Mama
Mia. I want to marry those legs and raise a family. Jesus, Mary and
Joseph. Those fucking feet are huge! I'd have to unhinge my jaw. (Which
believe me, I would. Dental surgery wing, here I come). Mama FUCKING
MIA. Big boy feet and stinky boy ass all wrapped up in the same hot
package.

All hail, Nature Boy Riley, 13-years-old and not-so-fresh in all the right
places. Still in Duluth and still growing like a monkey-boy stinkweed! Go
Bulldogs!

Tag-team, Brad! Your turn!

Do us up a filthy-good Riley story, wouldja? My penis is hard.

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BLOWJOB: RILEY (continued)

Oooh! Absolutely, Zachariah! My pleasure!

Ohhh, Riley, Riley, Riley!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Currently headlining in the "Look At Him Now!" section of Boylover Monthly!

As if he wasn't sniffalicious back when, these new pics of him? They say
you can't jump a 20-foot chasm in two, ten foot leaps, but I beg to differ!
I just went from semi-sane human to craving the smell of his bottom in a
few split nanos!

Oh man, that last picture of him in the candy store in the mall. Whoof!

I imagine I've taken him there to show him the fireworks. It's my friend's
store and he asked if I would check on it on my way home tonight, and I
have the key.

"Come and look at all the fireworks my friend has in his store," I tell
him.

"Wow," he says, as he walks into the store like...er...a kid in a candy
store. "Can we take a picture, so I can snap it?"

As he poses for the photo, I just want to go up to him, say, "Have you any
idea how fucking hot you are?" and then fall to my knees, and before he can
work out what's happening - or have the chance to question it - I'd be
sucking his cock right through his shorts for him.

Sucking and sucking and sucking on it, pulling it through his shorts and
into my mouth, feeling it grow as he mentally negotiates his "what the
fuck" situation. He's dreamed about having his cock sucked. He's jerked off
thinking about it. He's used moisturizer and circled his first finger and
thumb, tip to tip, to emulate a girl's lips and pushed his horny cock
through them, visualizing lips as he closes his eyes and slides in and out
of his finger-and-thumb circle - but he never expected this.

He never asked for it, but GAWWDDDDD (as he throws his head back) does it
feel good. He doesn't even have time to rationalize what's happening, to
work out the pros and cons, to even know what the fuck is happening right
now, but GAWWWWWWD, does it feel good.

As his young horny cock goes from a modest 2-inches of flaccid pink, to a
super-modest 4-inches of hard steel, it shifts counter-clockwise inside his
shorts until it is sticking right up and pushing on his waistband. It's
painful and restrained by his boy shorts, and he knows it, as I shift down
to lock onto his puffy young balls, sucking them through his shorts as his
fully-erect boycock screams for freedom.

I moan and suck, suck and moan, letting him know how much I'm loving what
I'm doing. Not being able to accommodate the pain of the restraint anymore,
Riley digs his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. He quickly pulls
them away from his body and up pops his young boycock like a fucking
whack-a-mole. It peels itself as it appears - his wet, violet,
glistening-little acorn head climbing out of the condom-like thinness of
his fresh, young foreskin, rendering it to a rolled-up ring beneath it.

"Ohhhh GAWWWD," he says, as his butt slides down the red rail, his legs
widening, his feet sliding out over the floor and arms bending as though
he's about to do a set of tricep dips.

As he slides down, I GRAB onto the bottom of his shorts and YANK them in
one intentional move. Locking around his widened knees, I quickly push his
legs back together until his shorts are able to drop to his ankles - at
which point he needs no further encouragement from me - he quickly steps
out of them.

In his boxerbriefs, his rock-hard acorn head showing over the top of them
and my face in his crotch, he suddenly feels exposed.

"What if someone comes?" he asks.

"Don't worry, I locked the door, " I say to him reassuringly, my eyes and
mouth less than a centimeter from the bulge of his ball sack through his
underwear and looking right at them in awe of this boy. I tip my chin up,
and rest it on the top of his balls and the base of his hard cock, my eyes
looking north as his turn south and lock on mine.

"The only person who's gonna come, is you," I tell him, as I dig my fingers
into the wide, flat waistband of his Young and Reckless boxerbriefs and
YANK them off him.

Before they fumble around his feet, my nose is already pressed into the
cushion of his beautiful, hairless salty-young balls. Swiping across them,
up and down, around and around, sniffing them, gently biting the skin and
then sucking it into my lips. I lock my entire lips around his ball sack
and it's a mouthful. I suck on them while darting my tongue over them
inside my mouth.

"OH GAWWWD," he cries out again, grabbing hold of his cock in his fist in
what seems to be a well-known hold. "I can't believe you're sucking my
balls!" he cries as he dips further onto the rail on one arm, his skinny
under-developed tricep struggling to hold his own sack-of-flyshit weight.

I keep sucking on his balls, teasing the fuck out of him, sensing his
desperation to get his cock inside my mouth. I want him to be desperate. I
want it to be his move. I want him to reach his "I can't stand it anymore"
breaking point.

And he does.

With his thumb on the middle upper-side of his rock hard four-incher, while
his balls are still in my mouth, he presses his cock onto my face. I feel
the wetness of his cockhead slide up the side of my nose and touch my left
eye.

"You can suck my dick..." he says quietly with innocent abandon.

"Mmm," I moan out indicating I love what he just offered, but I keep on
sucking his balls. He waits a second or two, his cock steady-pressed onto
my face, but when I don't respond, he gets agitated, gasping for breath,
whimpering, and presses his cock harder onto my face and begins to slide it
up and down the side of my cheek.

"Please? Will you suck my dick?"

"Mmm," I moan out again, continuing to suck on his big boy balls.

"Please?" he asks as he lets his thumb off the back of his cock, allowing
it to sit back off my face before immediately putting his thumb back on it
and pressing it onto me again.

I allow his balls to fold themselves out of my lips and I look up at him,
our eyes locking once more.

"Are you slapping your dick in my face?"

Riley giggles, doesn't really know what to say or do. "I just want you to
suck it," he says with a nervous laugh tagged on the end.

"If you want me to suck it, Riley, you better keep slapping my face with it
and telling me what you need, then maybe..."

...before I can finish, Riley starts pushing his cock onto my face again
with his thumb. He lets it slip and slide all over it, slapping it into my
face and then letting it spring back off again. He tries to position his
cockhead to my lips, but I move them away. He follows them like a heat
sinking missile, but I keep one step ahead.

"Suck it!" he says in a whisper. "Please, suck me."

When I don't open my lips, he starts jerking into my face. When he starts
jerking, I acquiesce, positioning my lips at the tip of his cock, in the
shape of what I imagine his finger-to-thumb ring to feel like. As I do
that, I feel both his hands cup the back of my head and he literally FUCKS
his cock right into my mouth. No more please or may I. He wanted in, and
he's getting in.

"OHH GAWWWD" he cries out again as he begins pumping my mouth with his
young cock. It's a sweet little thing at 4 inches, but more than a mouthful
when its rock hard and being rammed into the back of my throat. I struggle
to breathe through my nose as Riley uses my face as a fuck head.

And I want him to. He's still a little boy and I want his COCK in my mouth
as much as he wants it there. I've dreamed about sucking his sweet young
cock every time I've been with him, whether in the hot tub last summer, or
here, more recently.

Then, unmistakably, there is a change in his breathing. A change in the
ferocity of his pumping, a change of pace, as he takes one hand off the
back of my head and presses it right onto my forehead, pushing against it
as his breathing intensifies. I feel the pressure of his hand on my
head. It's quite painful, but I know he needs the support as I feel him go
up on his tip toes.

"I"m gonna..." is all I hear before I feel a big, fat fucking glob of
sticky, chlorine-tasting young boy CUM hit the back of my throat. As his
first jizzsplurge slides down my throat, I feel a second close behind it,
sticky-skid across my tongue, followed by a third. Before I know it, I've
swallowed it whole, and its successive jizzwads have filled the inside of
my mouth and gathered in the opening of my throat.

I have an intense desire to gargle, but I don't. Instead, I swallow it,
savoring every last drop as I feel it slide down my throat as the voice
inside my head reminds me what just occurred, as if it suspects I don't
comprehend the significance of my actions: "You've just let a 13-year-old
boy cum in your mouth."

Riley quickly pulls his spent cock back, turns to his side and begins
collecting his shorts and underwear from the floor, putting them back on
fast, like he's rushing to catch a school bus, the reality being he was
feeling exposed, embarrassed, perhaps a little humiliated and, no doubt,
wanting to hide his boner now.

I stand, and wait and try not to look predatory. I know he's
embarrassed. When he's dressed, he stands, fidgets, looks at me, look away,
looks back. No longer the locking of eyes. Eye contact is difficult, at
least for Riley.

"I told you there'd be fireworks tonight," I say, smiling at him, but he's
not in the mood for jokes.

I smile. "It's okay, I loved it as much as you did," I tell him.

"This has gotta be private," he says, seemingly from a position of
paranoia.

"Of course. Who am I gonna wanna tell?"

Riley musters a slight smile that only a young boy can draw.

"I'll suck your dick whenever you want, Riley," I tell him, realizing this
is my moment to make all my offers.

"But what do you get out of it?" he asks innocently, without any
understanding of how hot it was to me to suck him off.

"Nothing, really," I quickly say as sincerely as I can. "I just like making
you happy."

"Well, he says, thinking, "Isn't there something I could do to make you
happy too?" and then quickly adds, "...without sucking YOUR dick, I mean."

"Actually, there is," I say to him softly while looking into his smooth
young face and puppy dog eyes.

"What?"

"I'd like to smell your butt."

"Ewww, he says, "gross!"

And he screws up his face and he fidgets on the spot.

"Hey, I thought you wanted to make me happy too?" I say with a casual
shrug.

"And smelling my butt would make you really happy?"

"Smelling your butt would make me the happiest man in the world."

Riley looks at me, looks at the door, looks back at me, and says...

"The door is locked, right?"

I grin and I nod, and for the second time today, I slowly drop to my knees.

He shrugs, turns around and he leans up against the rail, with his skinny
pale butt already bare and pushing back toward my flushed and eager face.

I'm a kid in a candy store.

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