Date: Mon, 11 May 2015 08:10:00 +0200
From: Zachary Blake <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Smell This 2 (Revised)

SMELL THIS 2
By Brad, Mark & Zachyboy
M/b, oral, anal, buttplay, sniffing

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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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PERFECT: OWEN

Just look at him everybody.

Everybody meet Owen.

His age? 10. Perfect, perfect. Old enough to know what his wiener is
for. Not old enough to be fully using it yet. Each new touch is still a
treat. Each beautiful word out of his treble voice is a soft, sweet
song. Sexually, sensually and just at the age between innocence and
knowingness, this is the magic age. The age of becoming. The perfect,
breathtakingly pretty age you wish they'd never grow out of.

His physique? Ribs and shoulders, perfect, pronounced. Neck bones, tendons,
all sinew and boy curves. Little bitty boy muscles. Can you imagine
watching those budding biceps tense-up all skinny and bumpy as he lays on
his back at night, in bed, jacking off? To see those little boy biceps in
moonlight or nightlight as he tenses the right one to jack his little love
stick?

His milky-white skin tone? Creamy, so perfect. His pec color is lickable. I
want my tongue in his belly button. I want to lick his own first little cum
drops out of his belly button. Sweet nectar. I want to lick his armpits and
smell their ginger. Lick the tiny little mole on the right side, between
his nipple and armpit. Tiny little dot. Like Henry to Alais in "The Lion in
Winter" where he tenderly touches her hair and says, "Let's have one little
strand askew. Nothing in life has any business being perfect." One little
dot to lick on and fixate.

His tightened, hard nipples?  Mmm, bonus fuck. I can't even think of
putting one or both of those nipples in my mouth without weeping. Sucking
them gently as I finger his gummy sex hole. Then bring my finger up
to my nose for a long sniff as I continue to tease him with my tongue and
my teeth. "Smell your butt, baby," I'd whisper to him, lifting my finger
to his nose. "Smell your pretty, stinky butt, Owen."

His defined chin and jaw-line? So proud. So regal. Like royalty. Like a
prince. "Commoner, come here and smell my butt! Down on your knees and
give my cocklet your peasant worship!" I'd let him command me.

His beautiful lil boy nose? Upturned perfect porcelain sculpture. This boy
should be white marble, naked in an art museum. People would come around a
gallery corner unprepared and gasp at his beauty. A Roman statue. A Greek
urn. A naked angel on a chapel ceiling. Proud beautiful boy with your
upturned nose. Not haughty. Just so proud and assured and beautiful. No
ego. Just confidence in your place in the world. My heart bursts with
happiness that his world is still so naively and perfectly confident.
Nothing has happened to hurt him yet.

His soft, pink lips? To kiss them. To watch him tentatively lower them over
my cock head. Just latching them lightly over the tip. No need to go
deep. Just those lips would be all I need. I would feed him such sweet
sperm and share it with him when we were done. Kiss it out of his
mouth. Lick his lips clean while I held him close to me.

His eyes?  His eyebrows? Look at the upturned swirl of that eyebrow. There
are no words. Perfection. Beyond perfection.

His sweaty boy hair? Salty, perfect, lickable, heaven. I would lick
his forehead. Suck salt from his hairline. My finger pressing into his
nipping hole as I licked his beading sweat. I want to finger and smell his
breeding ground as I swallow his tasty neck sweat.

Ohhhhh, I bet his little bottom smells incredible. *sigh*

I could spend hours. I could literally spend hours, just rubbing my nose
into his tiny little boyanus until there was nothing left to sniff. Oh, God
in Heaven, to be given that chance. I wouldn't even lick away any of the
molecules with my tongue. Just do nothing but sniff until there was
literally nothing left to sniff. Until the scent of him had just completely
rubbed in to the fabric of my skin and his smell had become a part of me.

I fell in love with Owen today.

I fell in love with Owen's beauty and the thought of smelling his
stinky-sweet bottom.

Owen's a good boy, everybody.

Everybody meet Owen.

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GORGEOUS: GAVIN

Everybody meet Gavin.

10-year-old Gavin is revered by everyone in his neighborhood. Parents of
other kids think he's cute...and kind...and sweet.

Girls in the neighborhood around his age think he's cute too. Some have
innocent lil crushes on him. Some slightly older girls think he's more
"gorgeous" than cute. Some think he's hot...especially Kelsey.

13-year-old Kelsey and her friends talk about Gavin a lot. A whole
lot. They share a crush on him and innocently talk about what it will be
like when they marry him one day.

Only Kelsey's crush is a little more secretive...and mature.

None of her friends know, but Kelsey masturbates using a small carrot. But
to her it's no carrot. In her mind, it's Gavin...and specifically, Gavin's
boned-up little boy-cock.

She always chooses one around the size of a roll of nickels, because that's
how big she imagines Gavin's cock to be.

Kelsey feels bad for masturbating over a 10-year-old boy but she is in awe
of him.

Everyone at Gavin's school got excited when they saw him in the pizza
commercial.

"I know him" they would tell people.

When it got posted to YouTube, the comments ranged from "He's so cute" and
"I want to be his boyfriend one day" to "I'd love to pull his pants down
and suck his dick for him."

Gavin is considered to be the cutest, kindest, cleanest, sweetest example
of a 10-year-old boy there is.

In person, his character stop hearts and when he's in print rather than in
person, his eyes do.

But it makes you smile when you think of all the attention he gets for
being "cute" and the "perfect example of a cute, clean, innocent little
boy," because you're closer to him than most. You know him. You know his
mom.

His mom is a pretty nice woman, but to be honest, you have nothing in
common with her except for one thing. You both love Gavin.

Gavin having such "star" status in the neighborhood makes him even more
appealing to you. It makes him "untouchable" to most.  You should see what
some of those little girls say on YouTube posts. Things like, "I would give
anything just to meet him once" and "I am going to ask my parents if we can
move to where he lives so I can go to the same school as him."

You got so lucky didn't you?

Because not only are you in his inner circle...the perimeter of which is
lined up with screaming, adoring girls...but you're inside his
house. Regularly.

Being inside his house, puts you in a position to be inside his bedroom.

Regularly.

And being inside his bedroom puts you in a position to be inside his
underpants.

Regularly.

And man, if only those adoring fans knew what you know.

You wonder how many of those little girls would still have an obsessive
crush on him if they knew what his underpants smell like...

You wonder if that one girl would still ask her parents if they can move to
where he lives if she knew how stinky Gavin's bottomhole gets...

You wonder if the other girl who dreams of meeting him just once would
still feel the same if she knew that Gavin's little underpants get stained
with his ripe, spicy, musky, dank little anus...

It makes you smile to read all the comments on YouTube and to read his
Facebook page. All those lil girls drooling over Gavin and how cute he
is...but none of them know what his ass smells like.

But you do.

Kelsey adores him. She really does make herself believe the carrot she uses
is Gavin's cock while she masturbates. But as she thinks about him, she has
no idea that he gets suck a stinky, sticky asshole.

But you do.

Nobody would believe it. In fact, when you see him, you're almost bought
into the dreaminess of him just like his lil fans.

Sometimes you're caught up in it, too. His cuteness...believing some part
of him is superhuman.

When you look at him, you're almost fooled by the
superficial aura that surrounds him - his boygod status. His alleged
perfection.

But then you remember.

The smell of his underpants.

Specifically, the smell of his hole.

And it can be sooooo stinky.

And that's why you adore Gavin.

Gavin's a good boy, everybody.

But don't let looks fool you.

He stinks in a good way.

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LUCKY: COLE

What a lucky stinker. Meet Cole, everbody.

11-years-old and everybody meet Cole.

What a stinker he is, and gawssh, did you get lucky in so many many
ways.

First off, you got lucky that the boy who you pay to sniff his underpants
after school (Daniel) told Cole about it.

Then you got lucky Cole didn't get freaked out and tell anyone.

Then you got lucky Cole desperately wanted Call of Duty Advance Warfare for
his Xbox 360.

Then you got lucky Cole's friends already had the game but he didn't,
making him even more desperate.

Then you got lucky Cole's parents wouldn't buy him the game until his
grades came up.

Then you got lucky that's never gonna happen. (Cole isn't the brightest
bulb in the strip).

Then you got lucky Cole is just too naive to understand the sexual
significance of selling his underpants to you.

The weirdest thing about it to Cole is that someone would pay $60 for a
pair of his undies that he knew cost no more than $5 from Walmart. He's
completely naïve. It's just a confusing question of economics to him.

And all he has to do is keep it a secret.

And you got lucky Cole is fucking great at keeping secrets. It's a skill he
has honed to perfection to save him from constant groundings.

And now he's over at your house. Standing in your garage. Waiting on your
promise.

Daniel told him all he has to do is sell you his underpants.

But Daniel's not quite as courageous as Cole. Or as inquisitive.

Standing there in the garage, looking at you, Cole is keen to understand
the fascination a bit better.

"So, you will pay me sixty bucks if I take my underpants off and give them
to you?"

"Yes, I will. Just like I do with Daniel. Is that okay?"

"I guess."

"You guess?"

"Well...what do you want them for?"

"I'm going to sniff them."

"SNIFF them? Ewwwwww!"

"Eww to you Cole, Ohhhh to me."

Cole looks confused.

"I love the smell of boys' bottoms."

"You mean my BUTT?"

"Yeah. Your butt."

"That's gross!"

"Why is it?"

"Because it's just...((Cole thinks for a minute about this))...dirty!"

"Ohh, Cole, I hope so. Are you telling me you've got a dirty bottom right
now?"

((Shrugging his shoulders and giggling off his moderate embarrassment))
"Well, I dunno."

"Why don't you touch it and find out?"

"Ewww...no way!"

"It's because you've got a dirty bottom isn't it?"

"No...no, it's just...I don't wanna touch it."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Have you never touched it before?"

"Well....erm....yeah...but...."

"Well then, what's the difference now?"

Cole looks around as if the right words might appear in the garage
somewhere.  But they don't.

"Look Cole, how about this. How about you touch it and I sniff your
finger?"

Cole thinks.

"You mean, I touch my butthole and then let you sniff my finger?"

"Yeah."

Cole thinks for a moment longer.  And then...

"Seventy."

"Seventy what?"

"Seventy bucks. If I give you my underpants AND let your sniff my finger, I
want seventy bucks."

"Well...I dunno, Cole. That's a 15% upcharge."

((Showing his lack of negotiating skills)): "Okay, sixty-five."

"No, no, it's not the money, Cole."

"What is it?"

"I just want to know that your butthole is worth smelling.  I mean, if it's
not dirty, what's the point?"

"I'll rub it around my butthole a lot. Like round and round."

((Laughing)): "If you're gonna do that, Cole, you may as well just let me
sniff your butthole for real."

"Ewww."

((There is a lingering moment and Cole looks thoughtful))....

"Would you do that?"

"What, sniff your butthole for real?"

"Yeah, would you do that?"

"If you'd let me, yeah."

"Will you tell anyone?"

"Not if you don't."

Cole looks around again...nervously and then looks back at you and nods.

"Okay.  But I want seventy."

"Okay...but it'd better be stinky."

"Trust me," says Cole. "It is."

Cole's a good boy, everybody.

Everybody meet Cole.

I wonder who we're going to meet next.

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