Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2016 08:24:50 +0100 (BST)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Smell This 20

SMELL THIS 20
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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SLEEPING: BENNY

Ha! "Liquid in the Lenses!" That was a good one, man. Awww, you jizzed on
that kid's face while he was sleeping! I call foul! I call crude! You
animal! Where do you come up with this stuff?

Hey. Remember that kid you wrote about when we first met? That "Started
with his Undies" kid Benny? I can't get him out of my head. Let's pretend
we get to sniff him and suck his little boy cock while he's fast asleep.

You do know that the sleeping thing is on the top of my list for boy
fantasies, right? I honestly would rather sniff a boy's ass when he's
asleep than when he's awake.

I love it because it's like the HIIT result - it takes no time at all,
requires no equipment, bothers no one, and keeps on working up to 48 hours
later.

Knowing I have sniffed a boy's undies, or sniffed his ass while he was
asleep, and then talking to him the following day, looking into his
innocent eyes as I melt into the memory of his stink, AND HE DOESN'T EVEN
KNOW, is what rocks my erotic juices!

So, the notion of a story about a guy who sneaks into an 11-year-old boy's
bedroom and jacks off over his face is uber-hot to me!

In fact, I think I should join you and Benny's dad in Benny's bedroom.
Didn't his dad go into the kid's bedroom every morning to grab his used
undies in that story, so he could jack off and huff them? Great. I'll stand
out in the hallway, unassuming in every way, sipping on a Perrier and
Scotch while you and Benny's dad do your thing, but after you guys go to
work, all bets are off, because not only is Benny very sniffable, he's also
very cum-on-his-faceable too.

I'll dress up as a maintenance guy and get myself the master maintenance
key. I'll stake out his room, adjacent to his dad's, and when they leave
for work and school in the morning, I'll text you and you can meet me in
Benny's room where we can freely hunt out his stinky underpants without
fear of getting caught.

If I see you guys at the restaurant next door, I'll watch your every
move. That night, as things are winding down, I'll walk by your table when
you two are away at the bar or wherever, and drop a double Benadryl and
some Viagra powder into little minx's Sprite.  I'll observe him and the
reaction at the table when his dad realizes he's tired and says to you,
"He's worn out. He's had a busy day, I'm gonna put him to bed. Why don't
you grab the couch?"

At 3 am, you and I are sneaking into his room again, to find him fast
asleep lying on his bed in cute cotton pajamas, his little cock tenting the
front of them like a roll of dimes. Gently pulling the elastic waistband of
his peejays under his balls so his cock springs to rock hard attention -
throbbing, flinching, Viagra'd boycock, way more awake than the boy himself
could ever be under the influence of Benadryl.

After taking turns for a couple of foreplay sucks of his little 3-incher,
we carefully turn him over, pulling his pajama bottoms all the way off and
V'ing out his skinny little legs, his body seeming flat against the bed
because he's so small - but his little round bottom, so perfectly shaped
and symmetrical like a smooth slit peach, is contouring his
definition. It's practically screaming at us, "Sniff me!"

So we do. Let him sleep as we sniff him. It makes it even hotter.

>From your "Undies" story back then. Benny's dad sniffing his scent. So
hot. And I quote...

A few weeks ago, I'd found a particularly skiddy pair of his underwear on
the bathroom floor, along with the three gallons of water he'd splashed out
of the tub during his bi-weekly bath. I picked them up after he scampered
off and was just about to toss them in his hamper when I caught sight of
the little brown stain, and God knows why, decided to give them a
sniff-test instead.

My senses were flooded with the scent of pure, beautiful boy. Sweet,
earthy, rich beautiful boy ass. Slightly sweet, slightly sweaty, lightly
musky. It was a scent I hadn't prepared myself for, and it was
intoxicating. Delightful. Delicious. Shutting the door and locking it, I
fished out my cock, which was already hardening and with a pump of lotion
from the bathroom counter, started stroking myself right then and there,
with Benny's lightly soiled, delicious, still-warm undies pressed to my
nose, inhaling every molecule of his sweet little boy hole and not stopping
until I unleashed a wad of hot cum all over the bathroom counter. I used
his undies to wipe it up, mixing my cum into his light brown streak,
swirling the two colors together, and dreaming of doing it to him in the
flesh someday.

After that I was hooked. Benny's undies were my flavor of the day. I'd
eagerly wait until bedtime until he casually, innocently shucked them off
with the careless toss of boyhood, and as soon as he was tucked in bed, I'd
come back to his hamper, breathe deeply of the day's staggeringly beautiful
fresh aromas – sometimes a little poopy – sometimes the tangy smell
of little boy pee to add to the mixture – and I'd stand there in his
room, jacking my hard cock and shooting my cum all over the other clothes
in his hamper. I'd smell his underwear. I'd lick the saltiness of the
crotch. And it turned me on incredibly.

That particular Saturday, Benny had been really active. I mean, he's an
active boy anyway, but on this Saturday, he ramped it up times ten. Between
the gymnastics class – you should see him do the splits during warm-ups,
by the way – it's mind-boggling – the bounce house, the party, the
playdate and the bike riding, the poor seat of his undies couldn't keep up
with the contact. Throw in a midday poo for good measure, and you're
talking about a particularly ripe pair of tighties by the time the day was
over.

And like I said, he was in my bed, softly snoring – he'd taken to
sleeping with me after my wife died, and even at 10, I could see no good
reason to kick him out – he'd had a problem with nightmares when he was
4 and 5, and even today, he still doesn't like sleeping in a dark room
alone, even with a nightlight. So in my bed, in his usual spot, I didn't
expect him to be waking anytime soon. He'd had a capful of Dimetapp PM
before he turned in – he'd been a little sniffly toward night's end and
I wanted him to get a good night's sleep – so I gave him a capful of the
grape stuff that usually made him even drowsier than his regular solid
night's sleep, which is saying a lot for a kid who sleeps like a log.

So, hearing his light snoring, or heavy breathing, whichever it was, I
figured I was safe to pick his undies up off the floor of his room and
admire the day's work. It was a large, spread-out stain, but already
dried. I honestly do love the smell of his musky, earthy little ass, but
even I have my limits. I mean, if the thing is caked with the wet stuff,
believe me, I'm not rubbing it on like a mud mask. No, I just like the
heady, sweet smell of his fresh little ass in dried formation. I don't want
to cake it on and roll in the stuff.

So I was breathing deeply, enjoying the aroma, and just about to take out
my dick and start stroking like I'd done every other night that week, when
a sleepy little voice from my bedroom down the hall stopped me in mid-jerk.

"Daddy," he called out quietly from my bedroom. "I'm itchy."

I quickly stuffed his undies in the pocket of my sweats and walked down the
hall into the bedroom. He had thrown off the covers, and looked up at me
with sleepy eyes.

"My butt's itchy," he whined softly. "And it won't stop itching me."

"Did you wipe the last time you went poopy, Tiger?" I asked him, and he
shrugged his shoulders. His tired eyes were already closing again.

"Do you want me to wipe you with a wet wipe and put some cream down there?"
I asked him, secretly hoping the answer would be yes.

"Okay, Daddy," he sighed, rolling over on his tummy, and tugging lightly at
his pajama bottoms. He didn't even come close to pulling them down, just
made a half-hearted effort before I heard his light snores start again.

As I stared at that perfect hole, I knew I wanted to scratch that itch just
a little at a time, very softly, with something I could enjoy, too. I
reached into my drawer for the small squeeze bottle of Slippery Stuff I
kept tucked in the back for jack-off sessions when Benny was in
school. Squeezing a dab on my pinky, I spread his ass again and put just
the slightest amount of pressure on his tight hole with my pinky finger.

Like a tiny flower, it opened up almost immediately to admit my pinky up to
the first knuckle.

"Mmmm," Benny sighed. "Feels good, Daddy. Do more."

He instinctively spread his legs as I wiggled the tip of my finger around
in his perfect little butthole, not scratching with my fingernail, but
rubbing slowly and putting pressure on him with the pad of my pinky.

"Itch it deeper, Daddy," he mumbled. "The itch goes way deep inside."

Oh, fuck. This was hot. I took my finger out to lube it up a little
better. Before I did, I brought it up to my nose and sniffed
it. Ambrosia. His musky little ass smell filled my senses. Not exactly
sour, not exactly sweet, just perfectly, naturally boy. It was like light
Colby cheese, or cottage cheese, or something good and unidentifiable,
slightly tangy and warm. Wild and comforting at the very same time. I
touched it to my tongue. I sucked my finger. Sweet little ass taste. I
think I moaned then. Wouldn't be the last time.

I re-lubed my finger and stuck it back into him. This time, I didn't stop
at the first knuckle, but slowly pushed my pinky all the way inside him.

"Oh, Daddy. So good," he whispered with a sigh, still more asleep than an
actual participant.

I wiggled my finger slowly around inside the delicious, gripping heat of
his tiny little ass chamber. I felt the moisture inside along the walls,
the heat and the pulse of his heart in there. Each time I pressed, I felt
him growing looser and looser, made more pliable by the movement of my
pinky.

My own cock was rock hard at this point. I reached into my sweat pants and
wasn't surprised to find pre-cum beading at the tip.

"This is so fucking hot," I whispered to myself. "You okay down there,
tiger?"

No answer at all. He was fast asleep, legs splayed apart, with his dad's
finger up his ass, scratching an itch both of us should have seen coming a
year ago.

"That's okay, baby," I said to him softly. "You just keep sleeping. Daddy's
going to scratch it until it all goes away."

Whoof. Gotta stop now. Gotta jack off probably.

Thanks for writing those sleeping boy stories. Loved it in "Undies." Loved
it in "Lenses."

I dearly love a sleeping, stinky boy.

I'd love to make his itch go away.

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BABYSIT: BROTHERS

I really don't know where to start with the three boys I need to watch this
fall.

Maybe Jase? The oldest one at 14? Take him to the bathroom stall and give
him a couple of shots of vodka out of my flask to relax him. Strip him
naked and hold his legs up so he can shit out a monster turd to lube up his
ass so I can shit fuck his tight hole open with his own stink paste?
Yeah. That might work.

Oh my goodness. I'm sorry. Did I just say that out loud?

Or maybe the middle one, Derrick at 12? Hold those big ears of his and use
them to pull his mouth down on my throbber? Nothing like a good old set of
handlebars.

I'm going to visit them before the end of the year. His mom and dad are
going away to the Isle of Wight, and I've got supervisory duty. Ain't that
a kicker? Talk about a fox in the hen house. Me and three uncut English
schoolboy peepers to suck on. Kid in a fucking candy store, obviously. With
three damp pieces of candy.

My minimum goal is to steal a pair of Jase's musky cum stained undies and
make my morning tea out of them. My maximum goal is to have three pregnant
boys on my hands by the time their parents get back.

Those boys walk around the house in undies or just shorts. Their parents
are hippies. On my last visit, I thought I'd just explode in my pants
watching Jase in his loose shorts stretching like a cat, totally
unwashed. Not dirty, just unwashed for at least 24 hours. My cock was
freaking out.

"Whatcha looking at me for, Marcus?" he grinned at me quietly.

He squeezed his cock softly.

"You lookin' at this?"

I almost died. But then he left the room, left me standing there
blue-balled, and he never said another word about it.

I'd fuck him twice in the ass and four times in his sock drawer if I could
get away with it. I bet his asshole smells like Walker's salt and vinegar
crisps.

And Nico, the 10-year-old. I have so shame. Young or not, I still want to
try and cock-tip the little guy. I'll lick his ass first to make him
giggle, but I still wanna squirt in his hole.

Their mom Emily would probably tell me how big their daddies cock was if I
asked. Like father like sons.

When she was dating Aaron from Golder's Green, a hot Jewish guy quite a bit
her junior, she always dangled the possibility of a three way in front of
me. She knew I was hot for Aaron and wanted him. She would have let me blow
him and probably fuck him but she had to be in the mix as well, and that
was kind of a deal breaker for me.

"You want Aaron to fuck me in front of you?" she offered.

"No," I said honestly.

"You could even lick his ass while he fucks me," she said. "Or suck on his
balls."

I turned her down.

Now, three sons later, I wish she'd offer me the same scenario with one of
her boys. If seeing her vadge was part of the package, then que sera
sera. I'd do what had to be done.

She might even tell me how big her boys' cocks are if I found the right way
to ask. She and her hubby are very open and liberal about sex.

"Hey, Nico," Dan said to the little one last time I was over. "Whatcha
doing there, buddy? Giving your little pecker some love?"

"Uh-huh," Nico grinned, sitting on the couch with his hands down his pants,
squeezing it. He'd squeeze his stinky little uncut nozzle for a minute,
then he'd take his hand out and sniff his fingers, then he'd squeeze again,
then he'd sniff again.

"Wanna smell my balls?" he giggled, putting his hand in his big brother
Jase's face.

Jase just grinned.

"Smells sharp, little man," he smiled. "Sharp like a big boy."

Dan just grinned sheepishly at me.

"They're not shy," he shrugged. "They mess around quite a bit."

My heart was beating out of my chest and my dick was leaking pre-cum.

"But boys do as boys do," He shrugged. "Right, mate?"

"Right," I repeated. My mouth was dry.

Dan and Emily are the type who would probably be fine with their boys
having sex with each other or with a man as long as it's what the boys
wanted to do. As long as they initiated.

Fuck, I'd do just about anything to have an hour with Jase, their
14-year-old. I'd keep his swelling balls drained.

"Push that cock up into me," I'd beg him. "Let me suck you hard then fuck
me with it."

I wouldn't budge from his bed until he'd nutted in me at least four times.

"Fuck me until my ass is burning, Jase."

I've never had 14-year-old cum in my ass, but I'm guessing it feels
good. I'm guessing I'd want seconds and thirds.

And little Nico is so sweet and very small for his age. I'd lick him all
over and suck his little nozzle until he squealed and begged me to stop.

"I'll take a sniff of those fingers, Nico," I'd tell him. "Touch your pissy
peeper balls and let me smell your fingers after you do it. Touch your
smelly bumhole for me too. Let me smell that next."

He's a little cuddle monkey and very affectionate.

And Derrick, the middle brother. He's the one whose bare ass I saw last
year. He just walked from the bathroom to his bedroom, showing me his ass
the whole way. Looked over his shoulder at me and said, "Bet you'd like to
get inside this thing, huh, Marcus?"

I was shaking in my shoes. Terrified to move, to approach him, to say
yes. I loved the tight hotness of the totally bare buns on Derrick. I
wanted to squeeze and rub and munch on those pert little round mounds and
drag a pinkie along the stinky trail.

His hair always looks dirty and smelly to me. It makes me hope his bum is
just as smelly.

I immediately start thinking about grooming Derrick when I think about that
"Dirty Perv Boy" story Boy Ahoy just wrote. About a boy who's ripe and
ready and just soaking up the attention. Love and lust, he wants it all.

Whoof. Derrick undressed and smelling like piss and ass, in need of a bath?
Magnificent.

Which I'll kindly give him, but not before I suck, lick and fuck him dirty.

Or his little brother Nico being just as dirty? Just having stinky little
Nico naked and in my lap cuddling and kissing? My hand gently rubbing his
dirty little pecker?

"That's it, Nico. That's it baby, get your shivers."

"NNNGHH, NNNNGH, NNNNGH!" in his little boy falsetto, shaking as he
dry-cums.

Fingering his asshole. Cumming between his squeezed-together
thighs. Scooping up my semen and pushing it into his rectum.

Shit, shit, shit. That boy gets me so hot and bothered every time I think
about him. Tell that boy to strip and bend over. I want to perform a snap
crack inspection and see if he passes the sniff test. And fuck, he still
has just a hint of baby fat right at his tummy. So freaking hot.

Damn, I'd be sniffing around under the covers if I had a naked little Nico
squirming against me. Sniffing that 10-year-old pussy-peeper and touching
my nose to the entrance of his crack.

In my mind (and probably in reality), Jase, the oldest brother at 14, has
already messed around with the younger two at 12 and 10.. He's already
shown them his big boy penis and let them touch it and squeeze it. Fuck,
I'd love a four-way with those brothers. I wouldn't throw a single one of
those boys out of bed.

I think Jase let Nico touch his cock first. Nico saw big brother Jase
changing his clothes and showed enough curiosity that before you could say
lickity split, that little hand was wrapped about that big hard shaft
feeling the weight and heat of it. Nico liked the hot sexy smell coming
from his big brother's crotch so well, the musky teen stink made his wiener
tingle so good!

Mmmmmm....I could just imagine all sorts of naughty scenarios looking at
those three boys.

It makes me wonder if their dad has fucked them yet. Or if they've fucked
their mom. Or if anybody else got to them at home or at school. Was it
older boys? Was it men? Was it a sniffer like me that fucked those boys?
Did he take the time to smell the sour richness of those bums or taste the
earthy tang of their little greasy buttons.? Or did he just throw them down
on the bed in their trailer, push their little legs up and push his hard
cock inside and dump his load after half a dozen thrusts, not even
appreciating the bouquet of fuck-stink in the room.

When the two younger boys were little, I saw them both in the hot tub with
their dad.

Mmmmm. Wet and slippery little hot tub minxes in the water with
daddy. Unfortunately the bubbles helped obscure what was going on beneath
the surface of the water.

When Emily left the hot tub to go up and take a nap those two little
shavers both sat in daddy's naked lap. And he was stone hard at that
point. His cock was pointing straight up toward the surface of the
water. Derrick and Nico knew the hot tub game well, and they snuggled into
daddy's naked lap with their naked bottoms.

They scooted close together so their outer thighs touched, forming a little
flesh cocoon around daddy's hard peepee. They love this naughty game and
they can't keep from giggling, that is until they feel the middle finger of
daddy's hand sliding into their respective, wet cracks.

Daddy leans back against the side of the tub with those two naked boys on
his lap and begins to whisper dirty fuck talk into their little ears as his
suntan lotion lubricated fingers begin to penetrate the tight unyielding
rings guarding their small anal cavities.

They grunt quietly as that muscle stretches to accommodate the girth of
daddy's probing digits, but once he's inside they know it makes them feel
so funny good deep down in their tummy, and daddy begins to thrust his dick
up between those pressed together thighs of his boys, fucking their legs as
his fingers violate their shit slits.

"Gonna make me spunk, Derrick," daddy whispers in one ear.

"Gonna make me spunk, Nico,' he whispers in the other as, "NGGGGGGH!" his
gloppy white jizz bubbles out of his cock and floats on top of the 104
degree water. The boys giggle and poke at it. Scoop it up. Lick it. Cum and
chlorine.

Meanwhile, I'm in bed with Jase, who was still only 10 at the time, and we
both have boners. Fuck I want to see Jase stick that weapon of his in some
young boy bum at school, or into some bare pussy slit! And then I want to
fuck him and smell his stink in the room while I blow my load up his magic
button.

And that's just some of what I'd like to do to Jase, Derrick and Nico, when
Dan and Emily go away for the week next fall and leave me alone with the
three of them.

Not that any of you should quote me on this.

Not that I've given it any thought at all.

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TULIPS: MATTHIJS

He sits on the sidewalk, playing his guitar for money.

The streets of Amsterdam keep taking me back to him.

The canals in the south wind past a labyrinth of streets and they lead me
to de Wallen, the quays, and they deposit me every day in front of him, on
a dirty sidewalk lined with tulip stands.

He busks guitar in the red light district where everything is for
sale. Boys and girls and flowers too. His mother, if he could find her. I'm
only here for one more month. I'm barely a tourist. But I want him more
than the Vondelpark. I want him more than the Rijskmuseum.

He's probably 11, going on 12. Eyes much wiser and older than that. Eyes as
cynical and tired as mine. He's seen everything and done everything. Had
everything done to him, more accurately. But hey. A kid's gotta eat.

"Play me a song, Matty."

"I already told you, Matthijs, not Matty."

"Muh-dice," he says. Dice like nice. Two syllables. Soft double-T. The way
he looks at me, you better fucking believe him.

"Right. Matthijs," I say. "I'm sorry, Matthijs. Play me a song."

His long fingers are limber and nimble, but they've still got one year to
go before they're absent of baby fat. Regardless, he fingers the strings
with streetwise dexterity, capo on the second fret and digits and hand
effortlessly whapping out smut beyond his years.

"Help me," he sings in his sweet, high treble, as yet unfucked by
puberty. "I broke apart my insides. Help me, I got no soul to sell."

Where does a 12-year-old kid learn Nine Inch Nails on an acoustic
six-string stickered with a Gears of War Megadeth logo? That's the fucking
streets for you, man. That's life when you live it on the Negen
Straatjes. That's your innocence you see slipping away, floating like
dreams down the Grachtengordel.

God, I want to know what he smells like. My need to get inside his jeans
and smell what's under there is almost primal.

I pull out all the 50-cent and €1 coins in my pocket and I toss them in
his hat on the sidewalk, already full to overflowing with mostly lesser
change.

He looks up. Smiles innocently.

"I wanna fuck you like an animal," he sings. "I wanna feel you from the
inside."

He raises an eyebrow invitingly.

Other guys might want to do that to him. Other guys have already done it,
I'm sure. But not me.

Matthijs is barefoot.

"How do your toes stay so clean, Matthijs?" I ask him. "How's a street kid
have such clean toes? And clothes?"

He stops singing and smiles. Screech slides his finger up to a top fret and
picks a riff.

"Toes and clothes," he sings rock falsetto. "I got clean toes and clothes."

"No, seriously," I ask him. "You're clean all the time."

His eyebrow goes up again invitingly. "I got guys who keep me clean," he
shrugs. "Really clean."

Something in my balls hurts.

"You wanna clean me too?" he asks not-so-innocently. "You wanna clean me up
real good too?"

"Oh, Matthijs," I tell him in a voice so soft it's almost holy. "Cleaning
you is the last thing I want to do, baby."

He lowers his eyes and concentrates on his next song.

"All you ladies pop your pussy like this," he sings. "Shake your body,
don't stop, don't miss."

I get hard when he gets to the chorus.

"My neck, my back, lick my pussy, and my crack."

"Come on," I tell him roughly. "Get up. I want to get us a room. I'll pay
you.

He smiles. Stands up. Shoulders his guitar. Grabs his hat full of money,
and we go to the seediest, dirtiest hotel room I've ever paid €30 for at
2:35 on a Sunday afternoon.

"You wanna fuck me?" he offers, as soon as I close and lock the door.

"No," I tell him.

"You wanna get your cock sucked?" he shrugs.

"No," I tell him.

"You wanna suck MY cock?" he says, kinda bored. "It ain't big."

"Good," I tell him. "I don't want it big."

He takes his shirt off. I let him. He throws it on the floor.

He takes his jeans off. I let him. He throws them on the shirt.

He starts to take his underwear off. I stop him.

"No," I say. "Leave those on."

He shrugs. "Whatever." He sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for who
knows what. Me to undress? Whack him in the face with my hard cock? It IS
hard. But that's not the plan.

"So now what," he says.

"Take a nap," I shrug. "Relax. Get under the covers. Watch TV. Sleep."

He looks at me, puzzled. "You are fucking weird, business man."

He gets in bed and takes the remote off the bedside table. "Fucking weird."

He watches Sponge Bob. He watches Archer. In English. It's all in
English. He laughs at the dirty lines.

He yawns. He watches me watch him.

"You can fuck me," he yawns. "I'm pretty good at it."

"No," I tell him. "I'm just gonna jack off after you go to sleep."

"Whatever," he says, and he rolls over on his side. "If you put it in my
ass, use lube."

"Nope," I tell him. "Not gonna cum in your ass. Just gonna cum on the
carpet."

"Your money," he shrugs. Yawns. Stretches again. Rolls on his side. And in
fifteen minutes he's already asleep.

I watch some TV. Let him sleep for an hour. Then 90 minutes. Then two
hours. Now he's asleep. He snores softly. Little boy snores. Deep
sleep. Street life is hard. Mattresses with no ass fuck required are few
and far between in Matthijs's life.

I take off my pants. I take off my underwear. I slowly come to the bed. I
lift the blanket and sheet up slowly, imperceptibly so I don't wake
him. He's on his side and his ass is facing toward me.

I get down on my knees and I take my cock out. I'm already hard and leaking
pre-cum.

I lean my face forward into his ass crack and nose to underwear, I sniff
his hole.

Nirvana explodes around my senses and everything sparkles into
hyperdrive. Pinpricks of bright light assault me as I smell his sour-sweet
boy ass.

Synesthesia sets in. Colors have numbers. His Bjorn Borg turquoise boxers
are six. The smell of his ass is yellow. The smell of his hot, pissy balls
is an unsolved algebra equation dipped in nail-polish red. I smell his ass
and jack my aching cock and sight and sound make no sense anymore.

Somehow I manage to slide his boxers down. Down and off, a centimeter at a
time. They pool around his clean ankles. Hairless legs. And now his ass is
bare and in my face. I spread his cheeks with my thumb and my
forefinger. Instant hit of sensory overload. I groan deep in my throat. I
start to cry while I jack my dick.

I huff him and I huff him and my world is numbers and colors and impossible
confetti. The room spins and sparkles and I can't make it stop.

I stick my nose further into him, touching skin to tacky anus.

I'm so hard. I've never been this hard.

"I want to smell your hot ass," I whisper. He doesn't stir.

"I want to lick your sweaty ball creases," I whisper. He doesn't stir.

"I want you to piss on my face," I beg him quietly. He doesn't stir.

"I want to lay down in the bathtub and have you stand over me and piss on
me," I whisper, almost ready to cum. He doesn't stir.

"I want you to finger your stinky ass and wipe it under my nose," I grunt,
speeding up. He doesn't stir.

"I want to put...MY COCK...in you..." I grunt, ramming my nose into his
heavenly boy stink. Nose to hole, electrified and cumming. "I
want...TO...NGGGH...feel you...UGH...from the...INSIDE! NGGGGGHHHHHH!"

I cum all over the carpet, ropes of white, shuddering, with my nose pressed
to his asshole. I smell algebra, yellow and magic. I smell the cum on my
hand. It smells like seven and eight.

I mash my face into his stinky 12-year-old asshole. "Fucking beautiful
Matthijs," I whisper. "I love your stinky little anus. I'll pay for this
any day."

"Sick," he whispers in his sleep-slur boy voice. "Smell it all you
want. I'm going back to sleep."

He's snoring again almost instantly.

I sit on the floor and I huff his anus. Feel the heat of his hot ass cheeks
surround my face. I jack off a second time. And then later, a third.

I pick up his clothes. I fold them. I put five €20 notes into the pocket
of his jeans.

When I crawl in and spoon him, my dick is raw.

I smell the back of his sweaty neck. It smells like pale orange. I lick his
salty ear and suck his earlobe. It tastes like number fifteen.

He's gone when I wake up.

I see him the next day, playing guitar in the street for money. Barefoot
and bluejeaned. Clean toes. Clean clothes. Hat full of coins. Gears of War
Megadeth sticker.

"Play me a song, Matthijs," I say to him as I throw some coins in his hat.

He doesn't even bother to brush the hair out of his eyes.

"I wanna fuck you like an animal," he sings in his sweet voice. Sweet de
Wallen treble for sale. "I wanna feel you from the inside."

We lock eyes. His gaze is intense and hard. Nothing even close to a
smile. He nods down the street toward yesterday's room I rented.

"Take me there," he says.

I nod in agreement. I can already smell the tulip stands and my dick is
already hard for him.

"Do it again," he says casually. "Only this time, fuck me."

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AUTHORS' NOTE

Hey, gang! If you want extra credit on your summertime reading list, here
you go. Here are three sleepytime, sniffytime, stories to assault your
scent-heavy senses.

Stories mentioned in this installment of "Smell This" include:

"Liquid in the Lenses"
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/liquid-in-the-lenses

"It Started with his Undies"
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/it-started-with-his-undies/

And Boy Ahoy's fantastic "Dirty Perv Boy." If you haven't read that one
yet, we highly recommend it. We give it our Smell This Golden Nose Trophy
for July, and we hope its fine author continues it with gusto.

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/dirty-perv-boy/

Cheers! – BM&Z.

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