Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2016 19:31:53 +0100 (CET)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Smell This 25

SMELL THIS 25
By Brad, Mark, Jon & 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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And now, our special 25TH Anniversary Edition! YAY!

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Greetings from bustling, downtown Dubuque, Iowa, high atop the Smell This
World Headquarters Skyscraper, where the entire city has turned out for the
ticker-tape parade celebrating our long-awaited 25th installment of "Smell
This!' Hooray for us! It's our Silver Anniversary! That's us up on the
balcony, taking our bows and gesturing with royal hand-waves to the
cheering throngs below.

Prior to the parade in our honor, Brad gave Mark a silver wedding band
(details to be announced, save the date), and Jon and I were off wanking
each other in the corner, catching our drippings on fine silver
platters. It's a glorious day to be alive and sniffing. Thanks to all of
you faithful readers (seven of you at last count!) who keep showing up
after 25 episodes of stinky-sweet silliness. You've been good sports about
this whole crazy business, that's for sure.

In fact, I was just saying to Mark the other day, "Wow man, if you think
about it, we probably by now hold the actual world's record for "Most Words
Ever Written About Smelling Boys' Buttholes." Jesus. There's a dubious
honor at best, huh? Our mothers would be so proud.

Anyhoo. We made it to 25 episodes, and we thank you. Now, as we so often
say...

On with the show.

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In our last edition, "Smell This 24," our own deliciously-talented
newcummer Jon kicked off an incredibly hot three-part piece of fragrant,
full-out erotica for us based on a favorite 2003 movie of his that most of
us BL's will recognize in a sweaty, orange-jumpsuited heartbeat. If you
haven't read his Part 1 yet, go back to ST-24 and play catch-up.

Because this is Part 2 of that magnificently stink-cracked magnum opus. We
skip the formalities and other distracting vignettes in this edition of
"Smell This," to give Jon center stage to tell the continuation of his
blissfully-smelly, sizzling, sex-scented love story between two beautifully
memorable, iconic movie boys. Take it away Jon. Your ripe, smoking-hot
serialization is definitely hitting the right spot!

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HOLES: ZERO PLUS ONE By Jon

What Stanley didn't know is that Zero was much more experienced with boyish
intimacy than he was. After all, the kid had lived on the street for nearly
a year before getting arrested and sent to Camp Green Lake.

It had been a dangerous struggle to survive until an older boy named Jarod
had taken him under his wing. No one had ever made Zero feel so safe and so
important or as loved as Jarod had.

They had been unlikely and inseparable companions; a 19-year-old dude and
his 11-year-old buddy. People thought they were brothers since Jarod was a
mixed-race dude too with a similar light, caramel complexion.

But Jarod's interest in Zero had been more than brotherly love. They had
been cleaning the pantry at the shelter one day when Jarod had suddenly
picked him up and bent him over a stack of flour sacks. Zero had been
startled at first when his older buddy snatched his baggy jeans and boxers
down and knelt behind him.

Other street kids had warned him about older guys prowling around for sex
with little boys. Recently, he had been approached by a guy in the park who
tried to coax him into his car with the promise of food and a safe place to
sleep. Zero had been frightened by the incident but also intrigued. Now he
felt horny and excited when Jarod started sniffing his asshole.

"Damn man, your little asshole smells so fuckin' good, dog!" Jarod had said
quietly. His voice quavering with excitement and the fear of being caught.

"Oh!" Zero exclaimed softly when Jarod started licking his tight and tangy
pucker.

"Fuck, man! How old are you, mijo?" Jarod asked, grasping Zero's ass with
both hands and then flicking his tongue against the younger boy's perfect
little hole.

"Eleven," Zero replied and responded with a whimper when Jarod mouthed his
smooth nut sack from behind. Jarod made a low whimpering sound too and told
Zero to stand up. The younger boy stood and reached down to pull up his
jeans and boxers, but Jarod lifted him up again and sat him down on the
flour sacks.

Zero's four-and-a-half-inch cock stood almost fully erect between his legs,
his foreskin slowly retracting as the shaft expanded and curved slightly
towards his belly.

"Look at you little man! All boned up and ready to go," Jarod observed as
he knelt between Zero's legs. Zero grinned and nodded bashfully. Jarod gave
the boy his first blow job that day and then later that night, he took him
to the shelter basement and fucked him on one of the old beds stored there.

They were completely alone with very little chance of being discovered, so
the teenager had been very slow and gentle despite his eagerness to pound
Zero's hot little ass. He even used some lube he had jacked from the
shelter infirmary to make it smooth and easy.

Over the next few weeks, Jarod fucked Zero several more times in their
secret love nest in the shelter basement. Most of the time, the teenager
was gentle and even tender as he taught Zero how to ride his cock, but
sometimes he fucked him with more firmness and urgency.

A few times, he let Zero try sucking his cock. He coached him patiently but
Jarod's cock was too big for the kid to handle skillfully. It didn't matter
though; Zero's eager licking and sucking always made the teenager cum.

It was during those weeks that Zero learned how his scent could affect
other boys, especially older ones like Jarod who had a strong reaction to
it and knew exactly what to do about it. He also learned that he liked
smelling Jarod too and he loved the naughty stuff they did together.

The older boy's cock always smelled dangerous and exciting and his asshole
was always pungently spicy. The scents were familiar because they were a
little bit like his own, but there were definite differences. Zero didn't
know why; all he knew was that he loved those smells and he loved Jarod.

He sometimes felt ashamed about his feelings for Jarod so he asked the
older boy about it one day as they lay snuggled together in their basement
hideout.

"Guys aren't supposed to love other guys, are they?" Zero asked. Jarod
heard the guilt in his voice.

"Yo, little man, listen up. Love is love, bro," Jarod spoke earnestly and
propped up on one elbow so he could look the young boy in the eyes. Zero
met his gaze and searched his face for a reaction to his question. Jarod
smiled and kissed him on the lips.

"Love is love," Zero repeated. He knew it was true but he had needed
Jarod's help with believing it. He would never forget those words.

Just before the holidays, Jarod disappeared from the shelter and Zero was
crushed. No one knew where he had gone and Zero looked everywhere, roaming
the streets during the day for weeks and returning to the shelter at night
in case Jarod returned. Months went by but Jarod never came back.

Zero had been nearly mute since his mother went away but, as winter dragged
on and slowly gave way to spring, he stopped speaking altogether. His
mother's disappearance had been traumatic, but now he had been abandoned
again like he didn't matter at all to anyone.

Zero wondered why he should care if no one else did. Maybe that's why he
impulsively stole the famous shoes at the shelter benefit that spring. It
was those shoes he had tossed over the side of the bridge onto Stanley's
head.

Zero hadn't known Stanley was there at the time, but now he knew it was his
fault that Stanley was here at Camp Green Lake.

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 Zero was practically a genius in math but he had never learned how to
read. His verbal silence led the counselors and the other incarcerated boys
at Camp Green Lake to assume that he was stupid, that he was nothing, that
he was "zero". Stanley was the only one who seemed to really notice Zero
and treat him with respect. Stanley kept a place for him in the food line,
sat next to him in the Mess Hall and played games with him in the Wreck
Room.

Zero liked being near Stanley and rarely left his side because Stanley
looked out for him, protected him from the bullies and seemed to want to
keep him close. Zero never talked to anyone but Stanley.

If Stanley lost track of Zero, he immediately started looking around for
him. They were almost always together, but if Stanley entered the Mess Hall
or the Wreck Room alone, he immediately scanned the space to find Zero and
both boys would smile when their gazes met. Zero looked to Stanley's bunk
to find his older companion as soon as he opened his eyes every morning and
stayed close to him all day.

Stanley did the same, watching the younger boy as he climbed out of bed and
then keeping an eye on him, constantly wondering what Zero's hot little
asshole smelled like. He couldn't stop thinking about smelling and licking
the younger boy's asshole and how good it would feel to get his desperately
horny cock into that tight little pucker.

He was convinced that Zero had a crush on him too but he wondered if that
was just his imagination. Stanley had no idea how to test his theory.

Since Zero was the fastest digger and always finished his digging first, he
started helping Stanley finish his work every day. Some of the other boys
started to become annoyed by this development. Everyone was supposed to dig
their own holes and none of the other boys had a little helper to make
their grueling task go quicker.

It didn't seem fair to them that Stanley should have it easier just because
he and Zero were buddies.  Everyone kept quiet about it at first, but
tensions were beginning to build with each passing day.

Meanwhile, Stanley and Zero continued with their friendly
arrangement. Stanley agreed to teach Zero to read, and Zero helped Stanley
with his digging in return. The two boys began skipping their Wreck Room
time after dinner so they could spend time alone in D Tent for reading
lessons.

The arrangement seemed fair to both of them and they enjoyed their time
alone together sitting on Stanley's bunk laughing, talking and reading
while everyone else was hanging out in the Wreck Room. There was a growing
connection between them that was about to become deeper than Stanley would
have imagined possible.

Zero knew Stanley had a crush on him – it was really obvious. He
definitely had a crush on Stanley too and he wanted the older boy to take
action like Jarod had done. During each reading lesson, they sat very close
together and Zero kept expecting Stanley to put his arm around him and pull
him closer or give him a kiss or something.

He was sure the older boy wanted to fuck him and would like smelling and
licking his asshole too, but apparently Stanley was too chicken to
try. Zero figured he was probably just too nervous and worried about being
rejected and abandoned. No one understood that feeling better than Zero.

"Love is love," Zero said quietly.

"What?" Stanley asked. Zero replied by writing the phrase on the paper they
had been using for practice and then sat back proudly. Stanley nodded his
approval when he saw that his young student had written it
correctly. "That's right!"

Zero kissed Stanley on the cheek; just a boyish peck.

"I love you, man," Zero said and grinned.

"I – I love you too," Stanley stammered. Surely the kid was just
expressing brotherly love and attachment.

Time seemed to stand still as the two boys gazed into each other's eyes,
searching for the true meaning of the words that had been spoken. A
pleasant breeze puffed through the mesh window in the tent wall nearby, and
the fading light of the sunset glinted in Zero's brown eyes.

Somehow their faces had moved closer and their lips suddenly
touched. Stanley closed his eyes and let his lips part as he felt Zero's
tongue touch his. It was a brief kiss but they didn't fully withdraw when
it was over.

They paused long enough to make eye contact again, both with somber and
mystified expressions on their faces, lost in the magic of boyish
love. Stanley reached up and gently touched the side of Zero's smooth neck
with one hand and kissed him again, more eagerly this time.

Neither was sure how long the kiss lasted but the boys were startled from
their embrace by voices outside in the camp yard. They reluctantly parted
and returned to their reading lesson but no one immediately came into the
tent.

"Love is love," Stanley read aloud from the page and winked at Zero.

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Since summer had begun to give way to autumn, the nights at Camp Green Lake
had become much cooler. It was a welcome relief from the unrelenting heat
of the day, but it was uncomfortably cold in the early hours of the morning
after Zero and Stanley had made out during their reading lesson. Stanley
had slept for a while but now he lay awake shivering under his scratchy
sheet and rough wool blanket.

He didn't see or hear Zero slip quietly from his nearby bunk so he was
startled when he suddenly saw the boy standing there looking at him wearing
only his tight, white undies.

"Zero? What are you doing?" Stanley whispered. He could see his own breath
in the chilly are. Zero didn't say anything right away; he just climbed
into bed with Stanley and snuggled against him under the cover.

"I'm cold," he whispered. Stanley embraced the smaller boy, hugged him
close and buried his face in his mop of frizzy hair. The two boys lay
facing each other snuggling quietly and enjoying the warmth and
closeness. They kept silent for fear of awakening the others but both were
wide awake and basking in the sensation of their cozy embrace.

Stanley kept one arm around Zero and affectionately caressed the boy's
smooth back, enjoying the feeling of Zero's bare skin against him and the
soft puff of the boy's breath on his neck and chest.

Stanley's cock had been hard before Zero climbed into bed with him, but now
it was throbbing in his unwashed briefs. Zero hadn't showered or changed
his undies in four days and Stanley knew his cute ass must be especially
ripe tonight.

He wished there was some way he could sniff it but he had no idea what Zero
might think about such an attempt. Although they had been kissing a few
hours ago and were snuggling in bed together now, Stanley wasn't sure what
to do next.

He imagined himself ducking under the cover between Zero's outspread legs
and sniffing his hard little cock and deliciously funky asshole through his
dirty undies. Stanley would have done so in a heartbeat but there was a
good chance that all the rustling around would wake Armpit or Squid or one
of the other boys.

The last thing he needed was to get caught with his tongue in Zero's
ass. Instead, he let his hand wander lower as he stroked Zero's back. Soon
he touched the waistband of his briefs and then reached lower still,
rubbing and squeezing the boy's ass and the back of his leg.

Zero pressed himself closer to Stanley and drew one knee up while Stanley's
slowly rubbed his hand up and down the back of the younger boy's thigh,
finally letting his hand come to rest on Zero's perfect little
butt. Carefully, he slipped his fingers underneath the leg band of Zero's
underwear and eased two fingers forward until he found the boy's moist and
gooey asshole.

Zero moaned quietly and squirmed a little when Stanley touched his
boyhole. Their noses were nearly touching and then suddenly they were
kissing again amid intoxicating whiffs of finely crafted boybutter wafting
from underneath the cover.

Stanley slowly swiped his finger back a forth across Zero's slippery hole
while they kissed. Zero whimpered and slowly, almost imperceptibly, dry
humped Stanley's leg. After several seconds, Stanley paused to bring his
fingers to his nose.

In the dim light, Stanley could see the moisture glistening on the ends of
his fingers and he could smell the perfectly tangy and ripe, cheesy scent
of Zero's sweaty asshole before the tips of his fingers were under his
nose. Zero could smell his own scent in the air and he was delighted to see
Stanley inhaling the pungent aroma off the ends of his fingers.

"Yum," Stanley whispered as the magical smell set off fireworks in his
brain. His heart was pounding with excitement and his hard cock lurched in
his undies. This was cute little Zero's scent and he wanted more of it.

He licked the scent off of his fingers and sucked on them briefly to wet
them before reaching down to slip his hand into the back of Zero's undies
again.

Zero reached down and carefully slid his hand into the front of Stanley's
underwear and grasped the older boy's hard cock. Stanley adjusted his
position slightly to allow the smaller boy's hand freer play and sighed as
Zero slowly jacked his cock.  He carefully pressed the tip of one finger
against Zero's tight hole and allowed the lube of spit, sweat and boybutter
ease the entry.

"Mm," Zero grunted almost inaudibly and raised his ass slightly as
Stanley's finger slid into his hole. Stanley could still smell Zero's
asshole from where he had touched his fingers to his nose and lips and he
could feel his aching nuts charging up to blow a load as Zero stroked his
cock. He fingered Zero's hole, easing his finger in and out and quickening
the pace as his orgasm approached.

"Ahh," he sighed and shoved his finger into Zero's horny ass as he
came. Zero jacked his cock faster as he shot off, splattering both of their
bellies. It had never felt so good when he had done it himself while
sniffing the tangy scent of his own ass and pretending it was Zero's. "Oh,
fuck!" he whispered.

Zero stroked until Stanley's cock stopped spurting and jerking and his hand
was slick with the young teenager's cum. They brought their hands to their
mouths at the same time. Zero licked Stanley's cum off of his fingers while
Stanley smelled and licked the finger that had been in Zero's ass. Both
boys would laugh later about how hot and nasty it had been.

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The next morning, Stanley caught up to Travis before the groups marched to
their separate work sites.

"Stan the Man," Travis said smiling and then whispered conspiratorially,
"have you fucked Zero yet?" Stanley was a little shocked by the question
and he felt his face flush.

"I um...well...not yet," he stammered.

"Why not?"

"See, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. There's no way we can
really do anything without getting caught," Stanley explained.

"Oh, I see," Travis replied and chuckled.

"Yeah, so what do we do?" Travis looked thoughtful for a moment

"Stanley, let's go!" Mr. Pendanski shouted over a chorus of boys calling
for Caveman from where the D Tent group was gathered nearby. Zero was
walking toward Stanley to see what was going on. Travis glanced at his own
group and signaled that he was coming.

"Meet me in the supply shed tonight at 10 o'clock," Travis said as Zero
approached, "and bring your little boyfriend with you." Stanley was
dumbfounded.

"How...," he began but Travis turned and trotted off to meet his
group. Zero had arrived and handed Stanley his shovel.

"Are we boyfriends?" Zero asked and grinned.

"Yep," Stanley said and ruffled his hair. They both hurried off to join
their group and, later that day when Zero was helping him dig, Stanley told
him the plan for that night.

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Stanley waited until about 9:30 and then got up, slipped on the jumpsuit he
had worn that day and quietly left the tent as though he was headed to the
latrines. Twenty minutes later Zero did the same and met him behind the
latrine shed. They were nervous but excited as they waited in the shadows
for a few minutes and watched the encampment for any signs of movement.

"Ok, it's time to go," Stanley whispered and took Zero by the
hand. Clinging to the shadows beyond the wide circles of light cast by the
halogen lamps, they hurried across the dusty yard and crept up behind the
supply shed.

The temperature had been dropping steadily since sundown and they could see
their breaths in the chilly air as they rested for a moment before creeping
around the corner of the shed.

"Watch out!" Zero whispered loudly when he saw a Yellow Spotted Lizard
clinging to the side of the supply shed. It swiveled its wide head, shifted
its stance and opened its mouth, threatening to leap and deliver a
poisonous bite at the slightest provocation.

The boys gave the reptile a wide berth and arrived at the door to the
supply shed unharmed. Stanley turned the doorknob and found it unlocked. He
and Zero quickly slipped inside and shut the door behind them.

The shed was warmer inside than they had expected and it seemed smaller
than he remembered. Supply shelves, lockers and cabinets lined the walls
filled with folded orange jumpsuits, bed linens, tools and other
supplies. In the dim glow of the gas lantern on the desk they saw someone
sitting in a chair behind the table.

Fear gripped Stanley as it occurred to him that Travis might have betrayed
him into a trap and that the figure behind the desk might be Mr. Sir. He
and Zero stood frozen in place, still holding hands as the figure stirred
and stood up.

"Y'all sure do make a cute couple," Travis said in his west Texas drawl and
turned up the lantern enough to dispel some of the shadows. Stanley
breathed a sigh of relief. Travis lifted the lantern and stepped toward the
boys. He motioned toward a bunk mattress on the floor in the corner.

"Cool!" Stanley said and squeezed Zero's hand.

"Go for it Caveman," Travis said and winked at Zero. He set the lantern
down on the floor next to the mattress. "Just shut off the lantern and lock
the door when you leave."

"Ok thanks, man," said Stanley as Travis opened the door a crack and peered
into the yard.

"Yup," Travis replied and slipped out into the shadows. Stanley quickly
locked the door behind him and then turned to Zero who was already stepping
out of his jumpsuit. The kid was so cute standing there in just his briefs
and a grimy pair of socks. Stanley joined him at the bedside and stripped
out of his jumpsuit too. Now they were facing each other, both wearing only
their socks and their detention issued briefs.

"Hey," Stanley said quietly. He reached out and touched him under the chin,
gently lifting his face so he could look directly into his eyes. "You sure
you are ok with this? I mean, I don't wanna..."

Zero stepped forward and pressed his lips against Stanley's to hush
him. Tasting the younger boy's tongue again was all the reply he needed. As
they embraced and kissed deeply, Zero reached down with one hand and rubbed
Stanley's hard cock through the crusty cum-stained cloth while Stanley let
both hands slide down the younger boys back to squeeze Zero's ass.

He wanted to lick his little boyfriend's asshole so bad he could almost
taste it. Zero knew exactly what Stanley wanted. He wanted to smell
Stanley's asshole too but he had been fantasizing about smelling and
licking the older boy's nuts for weeks.

Without speaking, Zero grinned and sat down on the mattress Travis had left
for them. Too excited to be nervous, Stanley joined him and Zero laid back
with his legs wide apart and knees up. Stanley could already smell the
younger boy's special scent. Zero's cock was hard in his sweat and
pee-stained undies and Stanley could see some hot skids showing through as
he leaned down to sniff.

"Mmm," he moaned softly as he mouthed Zero's hard cock through the boy's
undies, intoxicated by the smell. Stanley licked the yellowish stains and
inhaled the rich toasty aroma of dried piss and boy-cum. But there was a
captivating smell like sharp cheese where the head of Zero's hard cock
strained against his briefs. "Why does Zero's cock smell so good?" Stanley
wondered silently, but he didn't linger there very long.

Instead, he sniffed lower through the yeasty smell of the boy's sweaty
crotch and balls to the ripe tang of his asshole. He lifted Zero's legs and
pushed his knees towards his chest so the kid's ripe little ass was turned
up in his face.

Zero hooked his elbows behind his own knees and held his ass up so Stanley
could sniff it. He could see Stanley's nostrils flaring and a look of
inebriation come over his face as his inhaled the scent coming through the
seat of his skid-stained undies.

"Does my butt stink?" Zero asked playfully.

"Oh yeah," Stanley breathed. "I mean, no! It smells good," he corrected
himself and inhaled the scent again. Zero giggled.

 "What?" Stanley asked, looking up from his work to make eye contact with
the younger boy.

"It's cool you like smelling my ass so much. Are you gonna lick it?"

Stanley grinned and pushed Zero's undies toward his knees and admired the
perfection of the boy ass in front of him. Like the rest of him, the skin
of Zero's rounded butt cheeks was a creamy, caramel color darkening
slightly to light brown around his hole.

His tightly puckered hole was moist with a clear sheen of sweat and framed
on both sides with slick little smears of boybutter. Stanley could hardly
believe his nose.

He stuck out his tongue and let the tip touch Zero's hole, holding it there
for a couple of seconds before withdrawing to look at it again.

"Yum," he said as he breathed in the ripe, tangy smell and licked his lips
before licking Zero's funky asshole clean.

"Ooo,"Zero cooed. He loved getting his asshole licked and he had been
wanting Stanley to do it for a long time. Stanley licked it thoroughly,
sometimes flicking his tongue and, at other times lapping, pausing at least
once more to look at Zero's spit-shined pucker before he was done.

When Zero lowered his legs, he pulled the boy's undies down and off before
crawling between his legs again and grasping Zero's cock.

He was surprised to find that, unlike his own cock, the head of Zero's
little meat was sheathed in a foreskin that still concealed part of the
head even though his cock was fully hard. An intoxicatingly sharp smell was
coming from the head of Zero's cock and it got stronger when Stanley
squeezed it and pulled down his foreskin.

Stanley had heard uncut boys at school talk about dick cheese and he had
smelled it once before when Chris Sanchez had caught him by surprise and
smeared some under his nose in the locker room. He had pretended to be
disgusted and ran to the sink to wash it off but he had been wanting to see
what it smelled like and he loved it.

He liked Zero's even more and now he was licking it off the head of the
younger boy's cock.  Stanley had never sucked a cock before but he didn't
hesitate to start licking and sucking Zero's. He had seen enough internet
porn and fantasized about sucking dick enough that it seemed like he had
done it many times before.

What he lacked in skill, he made up for in determination as he tenderly
sucked Zero's cock, his nervousness and lack of experience dispelled by the
aphrodisiac of Zero's scent. Really, he only slurped and sucked his little
boyfriend's cock for a few strokes before Zero gently pushed his face away.

"I wanna smell yours," Zero said and grinned as he sat up. He didn't want
Stanley to make him cum yet because he knew from his experience with Jarod
it would be better to wait.

"Ok," Stanley said and snickered. In his fantasies he had always been the
one doing the sniffing and licking but he rolled over onto his side and let
Zero crawl between his legs. The younger boy didn't hesitate to start
sniffing and licking Stanley's cock through his cum-crusted undies.

Propped up on one elbow with one knee up and his legs wise apart he watched
Zero lick his hard cock through his briefs, pause to sniff his balls and
then finally sniff his asshole. He knew his hole was sweaty and ripe and he
had seen the skids in his own undies get longer and smellier over the last
few days.

"Mm, your asshole smells good too, man," Zero said.

"Are you gonna lick it?" Stanley asked as Zero had done and they both
laughed.

"Hell yeah!" Zero exclaimed. Stanley grinned and shoved his own undies
down. Zero grabbed them and pulled them all the way off.

"That's so fuckin' hot," Stanley said as Zero sniffed his dirty undies
along the crotch and the pouch of fabric that had just held his sweaty nuts
before sniffing the skids in the seat.

"It smells the best right here," Zero said, sniffing where the scent of
Stanley's cock and balls was mingled with the sharp tang of his ass.

"Oh, yeah?" Stanley said and chuckled. Zero tossed the undies onto the
floor next to his own and leaned down to lick Stanley's cock for real this
time. He grasped the older boy's sensitive balls as Jarod had taught him to
do so he could lick them better.

Stanley shifted his hips and laid down on his back in a more comfortable
position for enjoying the sensations of Zero's tongue on his balls and then
on the head of his cock and then on his asshole. The younger boy licked his
asshole carefully, almost reverently, flicking his tongue and lapping at
Stanley's funky pucker the same way he had licked Zero's.

"Dude," Stanley said when Zero grasped his cock and started licking the
head of it again. He felt like he was about to blow his load so he wanted
to stop the foreplay before he exploded too soon. "Get the lube form the
pocket of my jumpsuit."

"Huh?" Zero said, sitting up.

"It's in the front pocket of my jumpsuit," Stanley said. "Hurry up!"

Zero got up and grabbed Stanley's jumpsuit and started going through the
pockets. Stanley had time to notice how cute Zero was, standing there naked
except for his socks with his hard, five-inch spike sticking out below the
beginnings of a small patch of boy pubes. Soon, Zero drew two packets of
lube out of Stanley's pocket and grinned widely.

"Cool! This shit helps a lot," Zero proclaimed. "Where'd you get it?"

"Travis gave it to me," Stanley replied and waved Zero over. Zero rejoined
him on the mattress and handed Stanley the lube. He put one packet aside
before he tore one open and squeezed some into his hand. He slathered his
hard cock with it and then Zero put out his own hand for some.

Stanley squeezed a blob of lube onto his hand and watched as Zero rose up
onto his knees, reached behind himself and lubed his own asshole. They both
laughed when they realized they didn't have anything to wipe their hands
on. Zero grabbed one of the jumpsuits and they used the leg of it to wipe
the excess lube off their hands.

Overcome with boyish exuberance, Zero playfully attacked Stanley and
started tickling his ribs. Stanley laughed and easily wrestled the smaller
boy onto his back and climbed on top of him tickling his ribs in
return. Lost in the excitement of freedom and intimacy Zero squealed louder
than he intended. Stanley quickly clamped one hand over his mouth.

"Shhh," he hissed and their laughter evaporated while they paused to listen
for noises from outside. There was only silence. After several more
seconds, Stanley removed his hand from Zero's mouth and kissed him. Zero
answered with his tongue and squirmed underneath Stanley whose wet cock was
pressed against his.

When Stanley withdrew, Zero lifted up his legs and presented his ass to
Stanley again. Stanley maneuvered into position and pushed the head of his
cock against Zero's tight pucker. Zero closed his eyes as Stanley eased
forward watching the younger boy's face for signs of discomfort.

He had remembered Travis' tender treatment a few weeks before here in the
same room and he remembered the teenager's advice about doing it
right. Even without Travis' guidance though, Stanley never wanted to do
anything that would hurt Zero.

Zero winced when the head of Stanley's cock slowly slipped into his tight
hole so Stanley withdrew and used two fingers first. Zero accommodated
those more easily so Stanley gently finger-fucked him for a few strokes.

"Wow, your little asshole is tight, Zee," he observed. Zero moaned softly
as Stanley withdrew his fingers and mounted him again. This time Stanley's
cock slipped in more easily but Zero still winced.

"Hold on, don't move, don't move!" Zero grunted. Stanley froze in place
with the first two inches of his cock in the boy's tight ass. Zero's little
anus flexed repeatedly, squeezing the head of his cock. He watched Zero's
face until the boy nodded and then he eased forward. Once he withdrew and
eased in all the way a couple of times, Zero wrapped his legs around the
older boy's waist.

"You ok?" Stanley asked as he leaned forward and braced himself with his
hands on the mattress beside Zero's shoulders. His cock was balls deep in
the boy's ass.

"Yeah," Zero replied and Stanley leaned down and kissed him. Slowly he
began to move, drawing his cock out a little and letting it slide back into
Zero's boyishly tight and silky smooth fuckhole.

"Oh fuck that feels good," Stanley whispered with his lips not far from
Zero's.

"Uhhnn," the smaller boy grunted in agreement and began shoving his ass
upward with each of Stanley's slow, easy thrusts and soon the older boy was
fucking his little boyfriend with a firm, steady pace. It didn't take long
for him to cum.

"Ah, I'm gonna cum, dude!" Stanley announced just before he shot off. He
was humping Zero's ass faster and harder now as his cock exploded, jerking
and spurting his load.

"Mmm, yeah!" Zero sighed and humped Stanley back as he received his older
boyfriend's load deep in his horny ass.

At last, Stanley stopped moving and rested with his cock as far up Zero's
hot ass as it would go. They were both breathing hard as Zero stretched
upward and kissed Stanley again while the young teenager's cock pumped the
last of his load into him.

They kissed and whispered stuff to each other for a couple of minutes
before Stanley pulled out and withdrew. He immediately scooted down and
took Zero's cock into his mouth and started lovingly sucking the little boy
off. In only a few strokes, Zero blew his little load of boy cum into
Stanley's mouth.

"Ahh, ohh, uhhnn," Zero grunted and arched his back as he came. It was the
most powerful boygasm he had ever experienced, including the ones Jarod had
given him. Stanley didn't hesitate to swallow Zero's hot load.

Afterwards, Stanley grabbed a blanket from the shelf and they cuddled for a
while underneath it. They didn't talk much and eventually napped for an
hour or so, exhausted from their sexual adventure and the intensely
gratifying release. When Stanley woke he checked his watch and shook Zero.

"Hey Zee? Wake up, we've gotta go," he urged. Zero sat up with a start and
they both scrambled off the bed and hurried to get dressed. Stanley picked
up Zero's undies and sniffed them in a few places. "Yours smell best here
and here," he said and sniffed the cheesy spot at the fly and then the
tangy skids in the seat. Zero laughed and shook his head.

Less than two minutes later they were dressed and ready to go. The blanket
had been returned to the shelf, the lube packets retrieved and the mattress
rolled up and stacked with the others in the corner. Finally, they returned
the lantern to the table and turned it off.

Holding hands again they crept out the door, locking it behind
them. Staying in the shadows and hoping the chill would render the
dangerous lizards too lethargic to attack, they carefully made their way
back to the latrine shed.

"I've gotta pee," Zero whispered.

"Me too," Stanley said and they decided to do it there in the shadows
behind the shed rather than risk making noise with the squeaky latrine
door. They both released long powerful streams, their piss steaming in the
cold night air.

Moments later they quietly crept into the tent, shucked out of their
jumpsuits and climbed back into their separate beds. It was after midnight
now but they still had four hours to get some sleep.

Neither of them knew it until later but at least one of the other boys in D
Tent was awake when they returned. Zigzag had been awake when they left and
he saw them sneak in together two hours later. The sixteen-year-old was no
stranger to conspiracies and he was convinced that Stanley and Zero were in
one against him.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "Smell This 26"
Part 3: "A Hero for Zero"

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