Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2017 09:21:56 +0100 (CET)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Smell This 26

SMELL THIS 26
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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HOLES PART 3: A HERO FOR ZERO

Although it had started getting cold at night, there was no relief from the
heat during the day. In fact, the days became more hazy and humid making
the heat even more oppressive. Sweat streamed down Stanley's back as he
dug.

The young teenager distracted himself from the unpleasant task by imagining
the events from last night over and over in his mind. With Travis' help, he
had finally fucked Zero.

He glanced over at Zero who was digging his own hole nearby. It occurred to
him that he and Zero hadn't just fucked, they had made love. Stanley hadn't
really understood the difference before.

Stanley wasn't certain how much of his eighteen month sentence he had
already served at Camp Green Lake but he guessed he had been there for
about four months. He hadn't seen a calendar anywhere so there was no way
to keep up with the date, but he figured it was probably September.

Back home, school would be starting and soon the holidays would come and go
and Stanley would hardly know it except through letters from his mom. The
heavy sadness of homesickness arose in his chest and made him feel like
crying.

Zero was the only thing that made this place bearable and he looked forward
to the next time they could be alone together.

Stanley contemplated lots of things while he worked. He wondered what the
Warden was so desperately trying to find here, and he remembered the
stories his grandfather had told him about Kissin' Kate Barlow, the
legendary outlaw who had supposedly robbed his great, great grandfather of
a valuable treasure.

Stanley didn't know if any of it was true but he was beginning to think
there might be a connection between the legends his grandfather told him
and the secret for which the Warden was searching.

After all, only a few weeks earlier he had found some kind of gold tube in
the hole he had been digging that day. It looked like an old lipstick case
with the initials KB inscribed on it. He had given it to X-Ray who then
claimed to have found the tube in his own hole so he could have a day off.

The Warden had gone crazy making them dig where she thought X-Ray had found
the tube, but nothing further turned up. Stanley had no idea at the time,
but that bit of misdirection would change the lives of him and Zero
forever.

That evening, Stanley and Zero took a shower with the rest of the D Tent
boys in the open-air shower stalls in the camp yard. Stanley noticed Zigzag
glaring at them and some of the other boys snickered as he and Zero stood
together under adjacent showerheads.

They quickly lathered themselves, racing to finish bathing before their
allotted shower time ended and the camp counselor on shower duty turned off
the water.

"Hey, Zero, don't drop the soap!" Zigzag shouted from a few stalls down and
everyone laughed. Stanley raised his arm and responded with a one fingered
salute.

Zero said nothing but Zigzag looked enraged as the rest of the boys whooped
and laughed. He might have said something more but Mr. Sir had come out
onto the porch in front of his office to see what all the fuss was about
and ordered the water to be shut off. Afterwards, Zero and Stanley changed
their undies and put on fresh jumpsuits before going to dinner in the Mess
Hall.

Although Zigzag was still glaring at them angrily, Zero and Stanley sat
together in their usual spot and had dinner with the rest of their
group. The conversation and raucous laughter was mostly normal but Stanley
felt the underlying tension and he wondered what Zigzag was so pissed off
about.

Squid and X-Ray seemed to be more gruff than usual too and Stanley noticed
the devious glances between those two and Zigzag. Maybe it was because they
didn't like it that Zero was helping him dig his holes, or maybe they had
somehow found out about the naughty stuff that he and Zero had been up
to. Stanley figured he needed to talk to Travis about it.

He swept his gaze around the Mess Hall looking for the older boy and saw
him at a nearby table with his own group. Travis looked up and grinned when
their gazes met. He raised his cup in a gesture of salutation. Stanley
smiled and discreetly raised his own cup in response.

After dinner, he looked for Travis in the Wreck Room but he wasn't there,
so he and Zero headed to D Tent.

Both boys had been looking forward to their time alone all day and Stanley
hoped he could steal a few kisses during the reading lesson. Neither of
them expected Zigzag to be waiting for them when they got there.

The wild-haired teenager didn't say anything, he just laid there on his
bunk and glared at them. Stanley and Zero tried their best to ignore their
hostile observer and carried on with the reading lesson as planned only
without any boy kisses.

Zigzag stared at them until the rest of the boys started to shuffle in for
bed time. As he was clearing away their papers, Stanley quickly wrote
something and showed it to Zero.

"Zero Plus One Equals One Plus Zero," Zero read silently from the page and
grinned. He felt a warm and fuzzy feeling as he crawled into his bunk that
night. He knew what Stanley had meant; it was code for Zero loves Stanley
and Stanley loves Zero.

He went to sleep thinking about how cool it was that he had a hot boyfriend
who really loved him. It was because of Stanley that he could actually read
and understand those code words. Because of Stanley, he could even carve
them onto the supply shed wall if he wanted to.

The next day was Zigzag's birthday. Or so he said. Zigzag lay in his bunk
as everyone else headed outside. "I get to sleep in, because it's my
birthday," he announced cheerfully.

The hostility from the day before seemed to be gone. Stanley didn't know
what day of the week it was, let alone the date. He wondered how Zigzag
would know. No one believed it was really Zigzag's birthday but he still
claimed it was anyway.

Later that day during their lunch break, all the tension that had been
building for weeks finally came to a head when Zigzag and the other boys
began confronting Stanley about all the help he was getting from
Zero. Zigzag came over and started taunting Stanley and soon a fight broke
out between them.

At first it seemed that Zigzag was getting the best of Stanley, punching
him repeatedly in the face as the two boys tumbled in the dust, until Zero
jumped into the fray. Suddenly Zigzag was off of him. Stanley looked up and
saw Zero had his arm around Zigzag's long neck choking him and squeezing
harder even as Mr. Pendanski rushed over and tried to intervene.

Suddenly, Armpit charged into them, freeing Zigzag from Zero's choke
hold. The three boys fell to the ground in different directions just as
Mr. Pendanski fired his pistol into the air.

Soon the other camp counselors and Mr. Sir came running from the office or
from out on the lake to see what was going on. The Warden hopped in her car
and rushed over from her cabin. Everyone tried to explain at once what had
happened until the Warden yelled for quiet.

"Okay, from now on, I don't want anyone digging anyone else's hole," said
the Warden. "And no more reading lessons. In fact," she continued, "Zero, I
am reassigning you to A Tent."

"I'm not going to A Tent and I'm not digging any more holes," Zero said.

Stanley was stunned and speechless and Zero looked like he was about to cry
as he stood there holding his shovel like he was planning to defend himself
with it. Zigzag and Squid laughed. Mr. Pendanski had been remarking about
how stupid and worthless Zero was and how digging holes was all he would
ever be good for when Zero suddenly smashed him in the face with the shovel
and took off running.

Everything after that was a blur and Stanley wasn't sure exactly how it had
all happened, but Zero had run off into the desert toward the mountains and
escaped.

That night Stanley lay in his bunk trying not to listen as the other boys
talked about how quickly they thought Zero would be dead. Zero had no
water, it was scorching hot during the day and freezing at night and there
were rattlesnakes and Yellow Spotted Lizards everywhere.

Too many dangers for Zero to face alone. Stanley lay facing Zero's empty
bunk and wished he had run away with him. He was sad and heartbroken that
Zero had left him but he figured Zero would sneak back into camp tonight
and be in his bunk by morning.

Stanley lay awake for a long time waiting for Zero to return and finally
slept for a few hours. He awoke in the middle of the night, well before
dawn, in the quietest and coldest part of the night. He immediately sat up
and looked at Zero's bunk and was disappointed to find it still empty. Zero
was still out there somewhere in the wilderness, cold and alone with no
food or water.

On an impulse, he went over to Zero's bunk and climbed into it, snuggling
into the place where his little boyfriend slept. He imagined holding the
younger boy close to him the way he'd done a couple of nights before when
Zero had sneaked into bed with him, and he hoped his desire to keep him
warm and safe would actually help him somehow.

Stanley thought he could smell Zero on the pillow; the slightly sweet and
sour smell of the boy's cute, sweaty little head. As he pressed his face
into the pillow and inhaled deeply he wondered if the Warden and Mr. Sir
had taken Zero's laundry bag when they removed all of his other belongings.

For a moment, he considered that it might be in poor taste to be sniffing
Zero's undies at a time like this when the poor kid was missing and in
danger, but Stanley felt desperate to be near Zero in any way possible.

Quietly, Stanley leaned over the side of the bunk and carefully felt for
the bag in the shadows under the bed. He was surprised and delighted when
he found it was still there. He reached in and immediately drew out a pair
of Zero's dirty briefs, the same delicious pair the boy had been wearing
for the last several days, including the night before when they had their
hot date in the supply shed.

Since he intended to keep them, he cinched the laundry bag closed and slid
it back under the bed. He had just enough light to see the faded tag at the
back of Zero's undies so he turned them inside out before he covered his
head with the blanket.

The familiar smell of Zero's ripe 12-year-old boy ass reached Stanley's
nostrils before he brought the skid stained undies to his nose. Although
the scent wasn't as rich and lively as Zero's actual asshole, a delicious
tangy and cheesy essence remained in the seat of the boy's undies.

Stanley inhaled the hot scent, sniffing and puffing silently as he allowed
his breath to warm the aromatic stains causing them to release more of
their magical essence. His 14-year-old cock was rock hard and straining in
his undies as he closed his eyes, breathed in the scent and imagined
sniffing and licking his little boyfriend's asshole.

As he sniffed, he noticed a subtly sweet and slightly toasty smell mixed
with the more vibrantly tangy scent of boybutter along the seat of Zero's
undies.

He thought at first that this secondary smell was just six days of sweat
from Zero's sweet little ass crack soaked into the seat of his undies, but
then he suddenly came to the startlingly hot realization that he was
smelling his own dried cum that had leaked from Zero's tight little pucker
after he had fucked him.

Smelling the intoxicating fragrance of his own cum mixed with hot boy ass
was almost enough to make Stanley shoot off in his briefs without touching
himself.

He avoided the urge to jerk off right away and took a break from sniffing
for a few moments. The cold air cleansed his sensory receptors as he
breathed deeply and exhaled a few times like he was about to take a dive
underwater. Then he ducked under the cover again for a fresh experience in
the wonderland of Zero's dirty undies.

This time he sniffed the front of the little briefs, inhaling the scent of
Zero's sweaty cock and balls. He could smell the pleasantly acrid scent of
crusty cum stains here too, his own and Zero's, along with some yummy pee
stains around the fly.

It was the sharp smell of dickie cheese and the deliciously yeasty scent of
boy ball sweat that tickled Stanley's senses the most. He recalled how the
head of Zero's cock had been moist with it and how deliciously ripe it had
smelled and tasted while he was sucking him off.

That had been after he had fucked Zero and shot his load up his tight
little ass. Stanley sniffed the seat of Zero's undies again and found
himself involuntarily dry-humping Zero's mattress as he recalled the way
the boy had turned his ass up and let Stanley sniff the awesome scent
through the seat of this very pair of dirty undies.

"Mmm," Stanley moaned and licked the yummy ass stains in Zero's briefs
while he relived in his imagination the experience of licking the hot
little boy's funky asshole before mounting him up and fucking him.

The sensation had been incredible; eager boyish kisses, the boy's legs
wrapped around his waist, the smaller boy's caramel colored skin against
his own stark whiteness and the tight, velvety smooth sensation of his cock
in Zero's ass.

With that thought, Stanley came in his shorts as he dry humped Zero's bed
and sniffed the hot little dude's dirty undies. His orgasm was intense and
his load made a huge sticky wet spot in the front of his briefs and on the
sheet. Afterwards, he lay motionless for a few minutes before poking his
head out from under the cover to see if anyone was awake.

His sense of caution had been temporarily suspended by his lust but now his
ordinary awareness had returned. The room was quiet except for the deep
breathing and occasional snoring of his sleeping companions. He had been
very quiet and the brief masturbatory experience had lasted less than ten
minutes, so he felt reasonably sure no one knew what he was up to.

Still, he waited quietly for a long time before returning to his own bunk
taking Zero's dirty undies with him.

The next day Stanley was despondent while he worked and Zero's absence
seemed to make the heat and the work much harder to bear. He was in a
quandary about what to do.

On one hand, he thought he should run away and search for Zero before it
was too late but, on the other hand, he thought Zero might still return to
the camp and he would need to be here to protect him. Finally, he decided
to wait one more day and if Zero had not come back by then, he would go
looking for him.

That evening a new kid arrived and was assigned to Group D. His name was
Brian but X-Ray called him Twitch because he was always fidgeting. Twitch
was assigned to Zero's bed which Stanley found disturbing, but there wasn't
anything he could do about it.

He was a cute little dude about 13-years old but not as cute as Zero. That
night he heard the kid sobbing quietly from Zero's bunk. Stanley felt sorry
for him but he was also angry that the kid was here to replace Zero, even
though he knew it wasn't Twitch's fault.

The next morning out on the lake, Stanley listened as Mr. Sir told Twitch
about the requirements for digging holes as he gazed out toward the hazy
horizon in the direction that Zero had escaped. T

he shimmering distortion of heat waves rising from the sand made Stanley
thirsty and caused the sense of urgency he felt to find Zero rise more
strongly than ever within him. He worried that he had waited too long
already and that it was too late to rescue Zero, but he knew he had to try.

What he did next wasn't well planned but all he could think about was Zero
crawling across the hot, dry dirt desperately searching for water. As he
stood in line at the water truck for Mr. Sir to fill his canteen, Twitch
was in line behind him telling him all about how stealing cars was what
brought him to Camp Green Lake.

The kid shifted and fidgeted nervously as he spoke about hotwiring cars and
taking them for joy rides. It gave Stanley the idea to steal the water
truck and drive it into the desert in search of Zero. It would be both a
quick way to look for him and a source for plenty of water.

"Hey, Twitch. Come up here, man," Squid called and sneered at Stanley as he
motioned for Twitch to take a spot in line in front of him. Apparently,
Squid didn't like Stanley talking to the cute new kid but Stanley didn't
mind. He preferred being ignored at the back of the line so he could more
easily execute his plan.

While Mr. Sir was distracted by filling canteens, he slowly backed away
from the line and slipped around the side of the water truck. This is
really crazy, he told himself. Whatever he did, he knew he'd have to do it
quickly before Mr. Sir noticed. It might be too late to rescue Zero but
what if it wasn't?

There was no time to think. He flung open the door to the truck and climbed
quickly inside. Seconds later he started the truck and stepped on the
gas. The engine revved but the truck didn't move.

"Put it in gear!" shouted Twitch. Mr. Sir came running around the side of
the truck to snatch Stanley from behind the wheel but Stanley slammed the
gear shift toward D and the truck lurched forward. The engine roared as he
raced away leaving D Group behind in a cloud of dust cheering while Mr. Sir
ran alongside the truck trying to stop him.

The truck went faster and faster across the dry lake bed but things didn't
go quite the way Stanley had planned. He had outrun Mr. Sir but he drove
the truck straight into a hole.

He fell out onto the dirt, momentarily disoriented, before clambering to
his feet and running off into the desert the way Zero had gone. Mr. Sir
stood there in shock as he watched Stanley run away.

 Stanley ran until he realized no one was chasing him and then rested a
while. Once he had caught his breath, he walked for a long time passing
many holes that the Camp Green Lake boys had dug over the years.

Eventually he passed what he thought must be the last hole and kept
walking, wondering how far he could go before he would have to turn
back. His empty canteen kept bumping against his leg, reminding him he had
no water, but he pressed on toward the mountains hoping to find the rock
formation that looked like a fist with its thumb sticking up.

As he continued walking he became aware of a large object on the lake that
looked like a boulder or a fallen tree. It wasn't directly in his path
toward the mountains but he changed directions anyway hoping to find some
shade where he could rest.

The object was farther away than it seemed and he walked a long time before
he finally reached it. He laughed when he saw what it was. It was an old
wooden boat that lay upside down, half buried in the dirt. On one side of
the boat there was a pile of dirt and then a tunnel leading down below the
boat.

He could hear something stirring under the boat. He figured it might be a
family of Yellow-Spotted Lizards. Then a little brown hand and an orange
sleeve reached up out of the tunnel.

"Zero?!" Stanley shouted.

"Hey," Zero answered with a raspy voice. Stanley helped him climb out from
under the boat and hugged him tightly, kissing his forehead and cheeks
repeatedly.

"I'm so glad I found you! I thought you were..."

"I knew you'd come for me," Zero replied and kissed Stanley on the
lips. Stanley thought Zero seemed weak and pale from dehydration but better
than Stanley had expected. The boy's breath smelled like peach wine. He
insisted on taking Zero back to camp but the kid refused.

"You want some sploosh?" Zero asked. Stanley thought he must be delirious.

"Splooge?"

"Sploosh," Zero repeated and laughed. He shaded his eyes with his
forearm. "It's cooler under the boat," he said.

Stanley watched as Zero crawled back through the hole underneath the boat
and then followed him in. There were enough cracks and holes in the bottom
of the boat, now the roof, to provide light and ventilation and it was much
cooler there. Stanley could see empty jars scattered around. Zero held a
jar in his hand and grunted as tried to unscrew the lid.

"What is it?" Stanley asked.

"I call it sploosh," Zero replied.

With Stanley's help he was able to open the jar. The liquid inside was dark
and thick and smelled like sweet wine. Zero drank some and then passed it
to Stanley. He was reluctant to taste it at first but he decided to try it
and soon the two boys had drained the entire jar.

As they drank they talked and began to giggle as the fermented peach wine
made them tipsy and temporarily quenched their thirst. Stanley told Zero
about how much he had missed him and worried about him, and about stealing
the water truck and driving it into a hole on his way to find him.

"Did you bring the lube?" Zero asked and grinned mischievously.

"I don't know," Stanley said and laughed as he checked his pockets. He
found one empty packet and one unused one in the front pocket of his
jumpsuit.

He had forgotten it was there and he hadn't planned to bring it, but he had
transferred it to the pocket of his clean jumpsuit when he and Zero had
showered three days ago. He pulled it out and held it up triumphantly. Both
boys laughed.

Zero scooted over and sat between Stanley's legs and leaned back against
him. Stanley put his arms around the boy and kissed the top of his
head. Zero tilted his face up for a kiss and Stanley leaned down to give
him one, letting his tongue slip into his little boyfriend's peach flavored
mouth.

Before imbibing the sploosh, neither of them would have had the strength or
the mood for sex, but now all Stanley could think about was getting his
tongue and his cock back in Zero's hot little asshole.

As they kissed, Stanley grasped the collar of Zero's jumpsuit and pulled,
unsnapping it all the way down to the last two buttons at Zero's crotch.

He ran his hands over Zero's smooth chest, teasing and gently pinching the
boy's nipples, before moving down to caress his smooth, flat belly. Zero
gasped when Stanley reached further down and rubbed his hard cock through
his sweat dampened undies.

"I missed you so bad, Zee," Stanley whispered against Zero's lips as he
slid his hand under the waistband of the younger boy's briefs and grasped
his hard little cock.

Zero whimpered and spread his legs more as his older boyfriend squeezed and
gently jacked his cock. Stanley pushed down his foreskin and gently
caressed the moist and sticky head of Zero's cock with his thumb.

The sharp, cheesy smell of Zero's ripe dick cheese filled the air between
them and excited Stanley even more. He brought his hand to his face and
sniffed the surprisingly powerful scent off his thumb and forefinger.

"Dude, your cock smells so good," Stanley said. Zero grabbed Stanley' hand
and smelled for himself.

"Not as good as yours does," Zero said.

"You like smelling my nuts, huh?"

"Uh-huh," Zero said and nodded,

"I like smelling your little asshole," Stanley whispered in Zero's ear and
then nuzzled the boy's neck.

"I know," Zero said and giggled as Stanley playfully gnawed on his neck
while making loud chomping sounds. "That tickles!" Zero exclaimed and
squealed in delight.

Stanley laughed and released him and Zero turned around and knelt in front
of Stanley. He snatched open Stanley's jumpsuit the way Stanley had opened
his, and then leaned down and started licking and sniffing Stanley's hard
cock through his cum stained briefs.

The entire front of Stanley's underwear was crusty with the load he had
shot off in them when he had been sniffing Zero's undies and dry humping
his bed the night before.

"Mm, you cummed in your underwear, huh?" Zero asked as he licked.

"Yep, thinking about you," he replied. He leaned back and watched as Zero
kissed the length of his hard shaft and licked the head of his cock through
the yellowish cloth, pausing to suck on the stain where Stanley's splooge
was partially reconstituted with sweat. It was no surprise to Stanley that
he could also smell heady, acrid scent of the day old cum stain.

"You should have saved it for me," Zero said.

"I couldn't help it," Stanley admitted and grinned. "And there's more where
that came from."

Zero nuzzled his balls and licked his sweaty crotch along the loose leg
band of his briefs, sniffing Stanley's nuts through the smelly cloth. He
knew Zero wanted to lick his balls.

Zero sat up as Stanley leaned forward and, with some maneuvering, both boys
wriggled out of their jumpsuits and spread them out on the floor with the
snap sides down. Stanley pulled off his briefs and let Zero crawl between
his legs again. He closed his eyes and put his head back against the side
of the boat as Zero grasped his nuts and started licking them.

"Ahh, that feels so good," he groaned as he felt Zero's little tongue
lapping at his nuts and then his cock. He opened his eyes and watched Zero
lick the sensitive head of his swollen meat and then take it into his
mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

Zero was giving him a blow job and it felt awesome, but didn't want to cum
too soon. "Hold up, dude," he said and ruffled Zero's hair. The boy looked
up at him and grinned.

Stanley leaned forward and kissed Zero passionately and then continued
moving forward as he laid the younger boy down on the pallet they had made
with their jumpsuits. Crouching on all fours over the boy, he leaned down
and kissed his chest, briefly tonguing each nipple before kissing across
Zero' belly to the waistband of his briefs.

He mouthed Zero's hard cock through his undies, pausing to inhale the rich
fragrances there before lifting one of the little dude's legs and shoving
his knee towards his chest. Zero crooked his elbow behind one knee and held
his left leg up while his right leg splayed to the side.

The hot tang of Zero's asshole had already reached Stanley's nostrils
before he got his face next to Zero's ass and sniffed his little
boyfriend's hole through the back of his briefs. He could see the faintest
hint of a long tan streak in the seat of Zero's undies along the boy's
crack where a new batch of ripened boybutter had made its mark.

"Mm, that's a hot little smell, Zee," Stanley breathed between
sniffs. "Fuckin' hot little asshole!" He reached behind the boy, grasped
the waistband of his undies and pulled them down so he could see his young
boyfriend's funky pucker. Zero's moist boyhole was sticky with hot
boybutter and ripe with fresh boyscent.

"Uhnn," Zero whimpered as Stanley licked his hole. He felt his pucker wink
in response to Stanley's flickering tongue. He knew his older boyfriend was
going to fuck him after licking his tight asshole and he could hardly
wait. He desperately wanted to feel Stanley's cock inside him
again. Stanley licked Zero's asshole clean before stripping the boy's
undies the rest of the way off.

"Where's that lube?" Stanley asked and began searching around for it. He
bumped his head on the low ceiling of their burrow causing fine dust to
sift in through the cracks. Even on his knees he couldn't stand fully
upright.

"Over there," said Zero pointing and Stanley found it in the dust beside
his discarded underwear. He grabbed it and tore open the packet. He gently
lubed Zero's hole, and then carefully inserted first one finger and then
two.

He slowly drew them in and out as Zero's tight pucker flexed and squeezed
his fingers. Zero whimpered as Stanley fingered him and then quickly
squirmed into position underneath the older boy as Stanley mounted him.

Stanley eased his cock into Zero's ass, withdrawing and slowly advancing
until at last his cock was in all the way. Zero accommodated his cock much
easier this time but he still winced and whimpered at first as Stanley
leaned forward and let his cock slide all the way into him.

"You ok?" Stanley asked quietly and held still. Zero nodded and put his
feet against the ceiling as Stanley slowly started to move. His cock had
softened almost completely as Stanley entered him.

"Oh," Zero exhaled as Stanley slowly humped him.

"You like my cock?"

"Ah, yeah!" Zero grunted and began shoving his ass upward to receive
Stanley's thrusts, using the leverage he gained with his feet against the
bottom of the boat. The younger boy's cock was boning up again now, so he
held onto Stanley with one hand and jacked himself with the other.

Stanley started fucking him harder and leaned down for another kiss. He
knew it wouldn't be long before he came and he didn't want it to be over
too soon, so he suddenly stopped moving. Zero kept humping at first but
then he stopped too and they just gazed into each other's eyes for a
moment.

"I love you," Stanley said earnestly.

"I love you too," Zero said and smiled. He was sure he had finally found
someone who truly loved him and would never leave him.

When Stanley started humping Zero's ass again, he quickly reached the point
of no return.

"Ahh...yeah...uhhnn..." he grunted and moaned as he came in his boyfriend's
hot ass.  Zero answered with his own soft grunting as he came too,
furiously jacking his little cock. Zero shot his load all over his own
chest and belly while Stanley planted his load deep in Zero's ass.

Afterwards, Stanley eased out and licked the boy cum off of Zero's chest
and belly. He even squeezed Zero's cock and lapped up the last of the boy's
load straight from the tip. Then he lay beside Zero, lovingly touching his
face and giving him little kisses.

Outside, the mid-afternoon sun slowly crept toward the west as the
makeshift burrow shaded the boys through the hottest part of the day and
kept them reasonably cool. Stanley lay on his back with his arm around Zero
who rested his head on the older boy's shoulder.

"We have to get back to camp," Stanley said after they had rested for an
hour or so.

"No, I'm not going back," Zero said faintly, his voice weak and raspy again
as the effects of the sploosh wore off. Stanley's mouth was parched again
too and he worried that the alcohol in the sploosh might actually
contribute to their dehydration.

"Then we rest here until morning and head to the mountains before it gets
too hot. We have to find water soon, Zee."

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TO BE CONCLUDED in Smell This 27.