Date: Wed, 3 May 2017 08:10:09 +0200 (CEST)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Smell This 31

SMELL THIS 31
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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Hola folks! Two of your favorite and most prolific Brothers Huff share
center stage in this edition with a quartet of sexy sniffers to warm the
cockles of your cock-a-doodle-doo.

Jon fires up a pair of stinkers to lead us off, including some clandestine
moments with a cute lil quarterback, and a loving tribute to a stinky lil
cowpoke from the golden age of television.

Then Brad picks up where Jon leaves off with a business trip to Rio and a
boy's first beejay. Whoof! Get your dicks out and don't spare the noses.

I'll meet you at the corner of Rosebud and Boybutter for the latest edition
of "Smell This."

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QUARTERBACK: COLIN

Colin was only 9-years-old the day I first met him. He came to my house
with his dad one afternoon soon after they moved into the house next door.

If I had never seen either of them again, I probably wouldn't have been
able to tell you a single thing about what the kid's dad looked like or
what we talked about, but little Colin was unforgettable and all I could
think about when I saw him was how cute and sniffable he was.

I politely invited them in but his dad had just wanted to stop by and
introduce his family as the new neighbors. His name was Rick, and Colin was
his youngest son. He said he and his wife, Teresa, had two older children;
a son, Kyle, and a daughter whose name I can't remember.

I had seen the rest of his family coming and going but I would meet them
later on since they were out getting signed in at the older kid's new
school that afternoon.

"Is it okay if I use your basketball goal?" Colin asked. It was part of the
reason for their visit, Rick explained, because they didn't have their goal
set up yet. He asked if it would be ok to lower mine for Colin to use until
his was ready.

"Of course, and you can use my basketball goal anytime you want," I said to
Colin. I didn't have any kids living with me but the goal had been at the
head of my driveway when I moved in. "Do you like to play basketball?"

"Yes sir," he said grinning widely. It was a charming and confident grin I
would come to know well over the next few years.

Rick explained that Colin was in the 3rd grade and that he loved sports
– basketball, football, baseball – you name the sport and Colin liked
it. He would be signing Colin up for the local tee-ball team this spring.

I was impressed and I felt my dick stir in my pants as mental images of
cute little Colin playing tee-ball and getting his sweet little 3rd-grade
boyhole all sweaty.

Needless to say, I eagerly welcomed them to the neighborhood and stated how
pleased I was to meet them. Rick was a nice guy, but it was Colin that it
was truly a pleasure to meet. I couldn't help but notice that, although
Rick and Teresa were white, Colin appeared to be a mixed-race kid.

The texture of Colin's hair and the caramel tone of his skin seemed to
indicate some ethnic ancestry. I would later learn that Colin was adopted
and that his birth parents were a Caucasian woman and an African American
man.

After I shook hands with Colin and his dad and they left, all I could think
about was how incredibly hot Colin was and how bad I wanted to smell his
little ass. More than just his looks or his age, there was something about
him that triggered that special response in my brain and activated my
natural capacity to feel sexual attraction and romantic love for little
boys.

Maybe it was those boyish pheromones at work again; invisible and
undetectable by ordinary senses but doubtlessly coming off of the cute
little dude in waves.

Rick lowered the goal for him and I watched from an upstairs window as
Colin shot hoops by himself in my driveway while his dad puttered around in
his yard next door. I was fascinated by Colin as I watched him entertaining
himself by dribbling and dodging imaginary players and practicing
lay-ups. He was surprisingly athletic and coordinated for his age.

Of course, I wondered what kind of undies he was wearing under his
basketball shorts and I kept having visions of how cute he'd be on his
back, nothing on but a well-worn pair of cartoon undies, his knees pulled
toward his chest, with his cute little ass turned up for me to sniff after
a winning tee-ball game.

I watched his ass as he played and tried to identify any subtle hint of the
presence of his little dickie that might appear in the front of his shorts.

A couple of days later, I found myself helping Rick move some boxes from
the garage to the attic room upstairs. Most of the moving had been done and
arrangements in the house were coming together nicely, but some things were
still in disarray, especially in the kid's rooms upstairs.

Teresa was still unpacking boxes and organizing things in the kitchen while
Rick and I worked. The kids were at school so Colin wasn't around.

Incredibly, my chance to grab a pair of his dirty little undies came that
afternoon, just two days after I first met the kid. I really had no
expectation that I would find any of his undies but I ducked into the
upstairs bathroom after we carried the last boxes up.

Behind the bathroom door was a pile of dirty laundry and there I found a
prize to take home. Among the bath towels and other discarded clothing was
a single pair of cartoon undies with Colin's little signature in the seat.

Without even taking a preview whiff, I crammed his little briefs into my
pocket, took a piss and went back downstairs. I wanted to be able to take
my time exploring the smells in his undies in the safety and privacy of my
own home.

Rick thanked me for the help and offered me a beer so I lingered awhile and
sat on the back deck with him. Teresa joined us and the three of us sat and
talked about all the usual things – career, family and sports. I made
sure to mention my previous side work as a tutor for elementary school
kids. Teresa immediately suggested that Kyle might need my services.

The kids came home from school while I was still there so I finally got a
chance to meet Kyle too. He was a nice kid and cute enough for a boy his
age, but he didn't spark my interest.

No, it was Colin whose powerful pheromones, boyish cuteness and 3rd grade
charm that garnered my attention and aroused my lust. I could hardly wait
to get home and sniff his undies but I didn't want to miss this chance to
talk to him again.

"Hi, Mr. Jon," he said recognizing me at once and I was pleased that he
remembered my name. He was the first of the kids to find us on the back
deck.

"Hi, Colin! You wanna shoot some hoops with me later?" I asked.

"Yes, sir!" he exclaimed and came to stand beside me. "Guess what I did at
school today?"

"Hmm. You ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich," I guessed, partly
because I figured that's what his little ass probably smelled like.

"No," he said and laughed, then proudly announced, "I made a slam dunk!"

"Wow, that's awesome! Wish I had been there to see it," I said and I wasn't
just shining him on like adults often do when they are not really
interested in what a boy is saying or doing.

After the other kids came out and there were introductions all around,
Teresa herded them into the house for a snack and to get them started on
homework. I stayed a few minutes longer and then politely took my leave.

Once alone at home, I was finally ready for a thorough exploration of
Colin's little undies. I turned them inside out so I could examine his
aromatic boyhole signature and found a beautiful swatch of yellow-brown boy
skids highlighted with three little medium-brown racing stripes.

The background smudge was about eight centimeters long, and the sketchy
little streaks were a rich amber in the middle and blended into the faded
tan near each end of the skids. What I had was a perfectly skidded up pair
of Batman cartoon briefs.

Finally, I raised the little undies to my nose and sniffed slowly and
deeply. "Mmm, Colin. Your little asshole smells so good just like I knew it
would!" I said aloud.

The hot, little boy smell permeated my brain as I breathed in the
deliciously funky scent. To my surprise, his little ass actually did smell
like a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich! There was something savory
and earthy like warm peanut butter with something sweet and slightly tangy
in the background like apricot preserves.

I exhaled my warm breath through the boy stained seat of his undies and
then slowly inhaled again. It was the scent of slam dunks, tee-ball
practice and warm boybutter. The smell stimulated all my sensitive boyscent
receptors with the powerful pheromones of 3rd grade boyhole, and sent
urgent signals to my hard cock.

There was also an aromatic little pee stain in the front of his undies that
deserved some attention; a maple scented yellowish spot about the size of a
quarter. I stroked my cock as I sniffed Colin's asshole and pee stains from
his Batman undies for about twenty minutes and then took a break. I didn't
want to cum because I had a date with the little cutie to shoot some hoops
in the driveway.

Over the next several years, I maintained my friendship with Colin and his
family and had fairly regular access to his undies. I did some 7th grade
math tutoring with Kyle and even sniffed his dirty undies once or twice,
but I fell head over heels in love with Colin. It was quite an adventure to
sniff him over a long period of time as he grew and to see and smell the
changes in his age reflected in his dirty underwear.

Colin started playing youth football at 10-years old as a defensive end and
punter. He then became his youth team's starting quarterback at just
11-years-old. As a 4.0 GPA student, he played just about every sport
available but he excelled in football, basketball and baseball, and was
nominated for All-State selection in all three sports. What a little stud!

A short time after I met him, he began to shift from cartoon briefs to
plain tightie-whities or boxer-briefs, and he had a few cute pairs of
boxers printed with sports themes or the emblems of his favorite teams.

There was a gradual change in his boyscent as he grew older too, and by the
time he was almost 11-years-old his hot little ass tracks almost always
featured a distinctive pungent tang, and I was often able to get a whiff of
his sweaty little dick and balls. I was now sniffing the sweaty undies of
an 11-year-old quarterback!

At 11-years-old he was 5' 2" tall, weighed about 95 pounds and he was so
cute in his uniform, complete with shoulder pads and the tight football
pants that always made his ass look so delicious. I sniffed the inside of
his football pants a time or two but the scent there was minimal.

It was the skin-tight, athletic boxer-briefs he wore under his uniform for
practice and games that were usually ripe with his scent, even when there
were barely any football "yard lines" visible in them.

My golden opportunity with Colin came with an unexpected set of
circumstances that I could not have arranged better if I had been planning
it myself. I had retrieved my camping gear from storage in preparation for
an upcoming camping trip and had set up my tent in the back yard to inspect
it and air it out. Colin saw it and decided he wanted to do a back yard
campout.

Of course, I told him it was fine with me as long it was okay with his
parents. I walked next door with him and told Teresa it was okay with me
and that I would make sure he had dinner and keep an eye on him.

We invited Kyle to join us but he was 15-years-old by that time and
otherwise occupied, and his 13-year-old sister wasn't interested in a
backyard campout with her 11-year-old brother. So, it became the perfect
opportunity for me to spend some quality time with Colin and I hoped there
might be a chance to smell his boystink straight from the source.

I made sure we had all the stuff required to have a fun time at our
campout. We grilled hotdogs and played football catch after dinner and then
glow-in-the-dark Frisbee catch after dark.

We listened to music and had a blast doing the Macarena dance – the
wildly popular song by Los Del Rio was number one on the pop music charts
that summer. We stayed up late but it had been a long and busy day for him,
and eventually he began to wind down.

The original plan had been for him to sleep in the tent by himself but he
insisted I spend the night there with him, not so much because he was
afraid to stay out there alone, but because we had been having such a good
time and I was his buddy.

His best friend, Jason, was away for a summer vacation with his family or
he would have almost certainly been there with us and my good fortune might
not have held. But that night, the best friend role was mine and I couldn't
have been happier.

It had been a hot day and the night wasn't a lot cooler, so Colin had been
running around with no shirt on in just a loose-fitting pair of yellow
shorts and a pair of red boxers that were always showing in the back.

Since it was sweltering in the tent, I was planning to suggest we'd be
cooler if we slept in just our underwear but Colin stripped off his shorts
without a word from me and stretched out on his sleeping bag in just his SF
49ers boxers.

We talked for a while after bedding down on top of our sleeping bags –
it was too hot to actually get into one. He told me about his ambition to
play for the 49ers when he grew up and I assured him that he was the best
little football player around and that I had no doubt he'd be able to play
for any team he wanted one day.

But soon he drifted off to sleep with dreams of football stardom in his
head. I lay there next to him, fully awake but dreaming about sniffing his
hot little ass.

In about an hour I got up and quietly climbed out of the tent to take a
piss. It was nearly one o'clock in the morning but I was wide awake and
filled with nervous energy from contemplating what I was about to
attempt. I got a cold bottle of water from the cooler and took a few sips,
made sure I had my little flashlight and then crawled back into the tent,
zipping the flap behind me.

The noise and movement did not appear to disturb Colin who was still fast
asleep and lying on his side with his back to me. I waited a while longer,
listening carefully to his breathing and watching for any signs he might be
awake before shining the muted beam of my flashlight from his shoulders
down his smooth back to his ass.

The waistband of his boxers was low enough in the back for me to see the
change in skin tone from a rich caramel to a creamy caramel below his tan
line.

As I moved my face closer to him I could smell the first whiffs of the
warm, cheesy scent coming from his sweaty asshole within a couple of feet
of his bottom. My heart was pounding and I had to concentrate to breathe
deeply and evenly in my excitement as I carefully leaned down to sniff his
ass through the back of his underwear.

His boy-boxers lacked the baggy seat of the common style and instead had a
seam that followed his crack and disappeared between his athletic legs.

I had my eye on the spot where I knew his funky little asshole would be
slick and steaming beneath the sweat dampened cloth of his underwear. I
could clearly see where the seam of his undies was darkened with the
moisture of sweat and I aimed my nose for that spot.

Inhaling slowly and deeply, I breathed in the fresh, tangy scent that was
coming from his sticky little pucker through the seat of his undies and
then gradually exhaled before taking another long hit of his stink.

Colin's ass smelled like a wine and cheese party in a boy's locker room! It
was earthy like mushroom soup with sharp cheese melted in it and sprinkled
with sweetened vinegar. Fuck, what an awesome, sexy little boy smell!

"Oooh, Colin! I've been sniffing your ass from your dirty undies since you
were 9-years-old but nothing compares to sniffing your actual asshole. Your
ripe little 11-year-old quarterback asshole! It smells so good..." I
whispered as I sniffed.

I sniffed his ass and slowly jacked my cock for a long time before taking a
break. I knew this might be the only chance I would ever have to sniff
Colin's ass like this and I wanted to take my time and do it right. Later
on, when he had rolled onto his belly, I tried to pull the leg of his
boxers aside enough to see his butthole but they weren't loose enough.

Instead, I waited until he was on his side again and bravely eased the back
of his boxers down in a series of slow, progressive steps until his entire,
rounded little ass was finally exposed.

He stirred and shifted a little when I used the thumb of my left hand to
pull one cheek aside and slip my tongue into his moist and sticky crack. I
gently and lovingly wriggled my tongue against his smooth, tangy little
asshole.

It was slick with sweat and ripe with cheesy 11-year-old boyscent and I
licked it as clean as I could manage in the few seconds I dared to keep
waggling my tongue against his perfect little hole.

"Mmm yeah, I'm licking your hot little boyhole, dude," I thought. "You have
no idea how hot your scent is and how long I've been thinking about licking
your ass."

I withdrew after licking his asshole and slid his undies back into place,
but I could still smell him. His scent was on my lips and tongue and had
filled the heavy air in the tent. I was surrounded by the smell of Colin's
asshole and I could hardly believe I had just licked that awesome little
pucker.

Trembling and momentarily exhausted from the experience I withdrew and
rested beside him for a long time but I never slept.

It was more than an hour later before Colin moved in his sleep again, this
time rolling onto his back. With my light, I could see that his undies were
now a little lower on his hips than they should have been but I didn't care
at that point. It was Colin's little half-hard cock peeking through the fly
of his boxers that had my attention now.

The kid was flat on his back, arms splayed at his sides, legs apart in a
position of complete relaxation and trust, as if to say, "My dick got sooo
hard when you licked my asshole, Mr. Jon, and I know you wanna suck it."

"Yeah, I wanna suck your dick so bad, Colin," I thought in silent reply to
the imaginary statement and leaned over to see if I could smell it.

His body heat and the warm, savory smell rising off Colin's sweaty little
cock through the slightly parted fly of his boxers was like sniffing
parmesan yeast rolls through a cracked oven door. With my face hovering
over his crotch, I gently pulled open the fly so I could clearly see his
semi-erect, 5th grade dick and his wrinkly nutsac in the dim glow of the
flashlight.

This had been a daring adventure so far and my courage was subsiding, but I
carefully nuzzled into the open fly, sniffed his spicy little nutsac and
then gently kissed the head of his neatly circumcised dick before
withdrawing once more to rest and gaze at him, admiring the total package.

More than anything I wanted to wake him up, confess my love for him and
give him the first of many unforgettable blow jobs.

I don't know if Colin realized in some intuitive way that I loved him but
he never knew the true extent of my feelings for him. After that night in
the tent, I was never able to directly sniff his asshole again and my dream
of having a boylove romance with him never came to pass, but I continued
enjoying his scent from his dirty undies throughout the golden years of his
boyhood.

We eventually lost touch through time and distance as circumstances and
addresses changed and life carried us in different directions.

I often wonder if he still remembers the good times we shared when he and I
were buddies playing football catch, shooting hoops in the driveway,
camping in my back yard, and all the other fun stuff we did together in his
youth.

Either way, I am still a fan of his favorite football team and mine: the
San Francisco 49ers.

And he's still my favorite quarterback.

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COWBOY: MARK

If you have ever watched the 1990's television series, The Rifleman
(1958-1993), then you probably want to sniff Mark McCain's hot little
boyhole as much as I do. I love watching the show – especially the early
seasons - and wondering what his cute little ass smells like.

The actor who played Mark in the show (Johnny Crawford) was a little cutie,
but it has always been his little cowboy character that intrigued me. I'm
not sure exactly what style of warm weather underwear boys wore during the
era when the show is set (the late 1870's and early 1880's), but I have no
doubt it would be hot to sniff the little cowboy racing stripes in Mark
McCain's undies.

On an ordinary day, this is a 12-year-old kid who gets up early and does
his morning chores on the farm where he lives with his father in the New
Mexico territory, then rides his horse to school in the nearby town of
North Fork, spends the day in the one room schoolhouse with all his cute
little cowboy friends and then rides his horse home again. He's got more
chores before dinner and homework afterwards until an early bedtime before
9 o'clock.

Mark probably takes a full bath every few days and just washes up at the
basin in between unless he gets really dirty on one of his many adventures
with his heroic father. In other words, his little preteen cowboy ass is
always deliciously ripe and perfect for sniffing.

Watching reruns of the show over the years, I have noticed that young Mark
often seems to develop puppy-love crushes on older boys and men. Mark's
budding sexual curiosity and sweetly naive attraction to older guys does
not include his father.

While he is very close with his father, in my imaginary version of The
Rifleman world, they still have a strictly conventional parent/child
relationship with all the appropriate boundaries. Lucas McCain doesn't have
any interest in sniffing his son's undies either and would probably shoot
you with his rifle if he caught you with your nose in a pair!

I'd probably take my chances if I ever visited the McCain
homestead. Perhaps my character in the show could have been hired on as a
cattle wrangler or a farm hand and taken up residence in the loft of the
barn.

I'm sure there would be plenty of opportunities to sniff Mark's dirty
undies when no one else was around. With time and caution, I'd eventually
get my hands on a pair of his white cotton underwear and find the
semi-sweet, tangy scent and earthy richness of his hot little asshole in
them.

With any luck, my ranch hand character might last a few episodes during
which Mark and I would develop a secret crush on each other. He'd probably
spend lots of time in the evenings hanging out with me in my temporary
abode in the loft of the barn.

He might even ask his father if he could sleep with me there, and Lucas
would probably let him if it wasn't a school night. We'd stay up late
talking and laughing and I might even put my arm around him and pull him
close in the chilly evening air of the New Mexican desert.

He'd fall asleep fully clothed but I'd still sniff his funky ass through
the back of his pants. I have no doubt that the power of the perfectly
ripened scent of his sweaty asshole would radiate with his body heat right
through his undies and the seat of his pants. I'd get my nose close to his
little bottom and inhale it through the fragrant cloth barrier. Mmm, hot
12-year-old cowboy ass!

Maybe I'd play a role in one or two of the McCain's adventures during my
stay, and maybe, just maybe - if the cowboy chemistry was right - Mark
would let me lick his moist and sticky little asshole and suck his horny
cowboy cock in the hay loft one night. He'd make such a cute face and a
series of cute little sounds when he has his first truly intense boygasm
from getting his cock sucked. Afterwards he'd gaze at me with love in his
eyes and cuddle for a kiss before finally falling asleep in my arms.

Of course, that would definitely conclude the secret romantic adventure
between me and Mark McCain. Gotta move on now before I end up facing the
business end of Lucas McCain's rifle.

I'd give the kid a lingering goodbye kiss the next morning before riding
off into the wilderness and wistfully pass from The Rifleman and the life
of Mark McCain forever.

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RIO: HORADO

I loved meeting Horado on my business trip to Rio.

He wasn't the best looking kid on the planet, but he was local to my hotel,
available, cheap and had a sex appeal that transcended good looks. He was
12 and he was cute.

...and he let me sniff his bottom. Only though his underpants, mind you,
but who am I to complain? I was only in town for 3 days, I had met him on
day 1 and his ass smelled divine. Earthy, ripe, tangy, sweaty, a mix of
aged artisan cheddar and room temperature gorgonzola. Funky.

And he was feisty too. It was always on his terms and on his time. He would
play video games for ages and I'd be desperately wanting to sniff his
ass. I'd wait a while, and then ask him, "Posso cheirar seu traseiro agora,
por favor?" (can I smell your ass yet)? He'd flip me off and go back to his
games.

He didn't have his own phone. I would go back to my hotel later and find
selfie after selfie he had taken on mine that I didn't know about. They
were good to look at knowing that I now knew what his bottom smelled like.

But I liked him best when he finally agreed. When he finally let me get on
my knees, place my hands on the sides of his bottom, and run my nose up and
down between his sweaty lil ass cheeks, sniffing and sniffing and sniffing
and sniffing and sniffing and sniffing and sniffing and sniffing and
sniffing and sniffing and sniffing and sniffing and sniffing and never once
getting tired, until he got bored and tried to pull his shorts up.

That was my cue.

"Espere, por favor. Estou prestes a cum. Um momento!" (Wait please. I'm
about to cum. One moment)!

I'd then frantically sniff and sniff and sniff and sniff and sniff and
sniff and stroke and stroke and stroke and stroke and sniff and stroke and
stroke and sniff until BOOOOOOMMMMM! I exploded all over the floor while my
nose pushed his underpants right onto - and into - his moist smelly crack.

Can't wait to go back to Brazil.

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MIDDLE SCHOOL: MATT

Blonde hair, blue eyes, cute as fuck and only 10 years old, Matt is a 5th
grader at Millwall Middle School.

While his mom's working, I love to look after him. I like to take him out
for the day - like to the wildlife refuge. A nice long walk along the
trails. Boys don't get to do much of that anymore, but my experience is
they love it, especially when you throw them a Miller Lite about 2 miles in
and tell them, "Congratulations, for the next 3 miles, you're a man."

"Being a man though, Matt, you gotta be prepared to BE a man, AND be a man
amongst men," I told him.

"How do I do that, Uncle Brad?"

"Well, y'know, you do manly things. Climb trees, making fire with sticks,
curse like a sailor... and get naked in the woods. "

Matt laughed out loud. "You're crazy, Uncle Brad."

"Here... MISTER Matthew, be a man," I said as I threw him another Miller
which he subsequently chugged as though it was a Chik-Fil-A lemonade.

We walked, we talked, we laughed and he began to sway. His conversation got
looser, so did his words and his arms started to become an instrument he
would use to express intonation in his conversation.

"I just donnnn't get it," he said, throwing up his hands way above his head
before stumbling over his own feet.  He was trying to understand why his
mom won't let him stay up past 10 pm and therefore why he couldn't catch
some show on TV that I don't even remember. I wasn't really listening to
him. I mean I was - but I wasn't.

We were back near the car, just over the side of the trail. It was
quiet. No one else ever parked there. This was my spot.

They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I have a similar
saying relative to boys: The way to a boy's smelly bottom is though sucking
his cock first. Matt didn't know that I would be literally sniffing his ass
within the next week or so, and he didn't know that I'd be sucking his
little cock within 15 minutes of his third Miller.

But I would be.

"Let me take a photo of you over by that tree," I told him.

Ohh, he was so fucking hot to me. Especially sitting there having no idea
that I was about to convince him to get his little cock out for me.

"Okay, so if you wanna be a man, you gotta be man around men, remember."

"Yeah, a man amongst men or whatever you said when you sounded like an
idiot," Matt replied, cracking up at what appeared to be the funniest thing
he'd ever said to anyone. He creased over, dribbling from his own laughter
and having to spit on the floor.

"You crazy lil' fucker," I told him, joining the cadence of his laughter.

"Fuck you," he said cracking up even more and holding his tummy through his
uncontrollable alcohol-induced laughter.

"Oh, fuck me is it? Fuck me? Well, fuck you!"

"Fuck you, mother fucker!" he said, looking like he was about to wet
himself.

"Fuck your mother you fucking motherfucker," I continued with the faux
verbal abuse.

"You probably would," he said, almost dying in laughter at this point.

"I wouldn't fuck your mother, but I'd fuck you," I said, hoping that some
of what I said got lost within the cacophony of laughter between us.

"What?" he said, eventually picking up on, and trying to process, what I
had said.

"I said, I wouldn't fuck your mother, but I'd suck YOU."

Matt went quiet. He just looked at me. Expectantly... but I didn't know
what he expected.

"Don't tell me you've never thought about having your dick sucked before?"
I asked him casually, throwing my Miller can back and sucking from it, "I
thought you were a man."

"Yeah, I have," he said with no hesitation. Dutch courage, no doubt. "But
not by my uncle."

"Well, why not?" Who gives a fuck, right? No one will know. I'm sure YOU
wouldn't tell anyone and well, I'm not likely to tell anyone am I?"

Matt looked right at me. He didn't know if I was being serious or not.

"Look," I said, adorning my re-assuring tone. "We're just two guys
here. Men remember? We have needs. I'm your uncle. I like you. I LOVE
you... and I'm willing to make you happy. That's all I'm saying."

"By sucking my dick?"

I waited a second. Let his question float the air between us. I picked up
my Miller can to my face, and said, confidently, "By sucking your dick," as
I took another swig from it.

And I waited.

Matt pondered.

And I waited some more.

"And you won't tell my mom?" he eventually replied.

"Tell your mom? Fuck no. Can you imagine what she'd say?" Look, men don't
tell women what men do or say with other men, okay?"

"Okay," Matt replied, a little quieter and only after purposely loosing eye
contact with me.

"Okay? Ohhhkaaaay? You're just about to get your dick sucked for what I'm
guessing is your first time - one of the best feelings in the world - and
you say, "okay?" Forget it, dude. You don't want it enough and I don't want
to force you. Wait 'til you have to beg some girl to do it half-heartedly
for you in about 5 years when you're old enough to be a man.

"No! I do, I do!" Matt said, tugging at the corner of my unbuttoned shirt.

I smiled at him. "Okay," I said, "that's better. So, undo your shirt, and
take off your shorts."

Matt's upper body was so pale. Milky white and underdeveloped. It was
beautiful. He wore the most ridiculously oversized boxers. Probably bought
cheap by his mom and big enough for him to "grow into" and wear for the
next two years.

"You really are, really cute, Matt, y'know that?" I said to him. "I'm so
fucking lucky to have a cool, cute, smoking hot boy like you as a nephew."

Matt smiled. He loved words of affirmation and I showered him with them
regularly.

I took another pic of him.

"Okay, let's lose the boxers," I told him.

"What now?" he said, giggling off his own question.

"Well, I can't suck your dick if you leave them on, can I?"

Matt laughed. "Can I have another beer?"

"What's another beer gonna do, dude?"

"If I have another beer, I promise I'll take them off."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

We sat chatting while he drank another Miller. I remember everything we
discussed at the time.

But not now.

Matt was in some kind of semi-deep conversation about why Marvel movies are
so cool because they have every element of super hero that anyone could
possibly want, and I was in some static, deep thought about the fact that
within a few minutes, Matt's ten-year-old COCK was going to be inside my
fucking mouth.

"Turn around while I take them off," Matt instructed me.

And I did.

"Okay," he said, you can turn around again but promise you won't laugh
first.

"Laugh at what?"

"My dick!" he said so fuckkkkkking cutely.

"Promise I won't. I bet it's realllllly cute, anyway. So can I turn
around?"

"Yeah."

I turned around, my heart beating twice to the dozen.

"Ohhh, Mattttt" I said. "You've honestly got the cutest, sexiest dick I've
ever seen on a guy."

Matt smiled and kept smiling as I took his pic, arguably proud of what he
had to offer after what I'd told him.

Four Miller Lites. That's all it had taken to get him from cute, innocent,
preteen boy walking the wildlife trails with his uncle to having his little
COCK out and letting me take pictures of him, while he smiled.

"Okay, I'm gonna turn around again, and while I'm turned around, I want you
to play with it and get yourself a boner, okay?"

Matt laughed but he knew exactly what to do. No Q&A required.

I turned around. I heard him stroking. A minute or so later he said, "Okay,
ready."

I turned back around to face him.

Words cannot express...

Matt looked soooo proud of his little boner.

"Look, the car is just over the trail side, right there," I said, pointing
at it. "I've got a towel in the back. I'll put it out and you can lie on
the hood and I'll give you a blow job."

Watching Matt climb up onto the hood was something to behold. I was so
struck with awe that I was unable to grab a pic of him, but it would've
been so stunning.

Still, it was cool to see him sitting on the towel, on the hood of the car,
waiting, anticipating, smiling.

"Lay back and close your eyes," I instructed him. "I'm going to suck your
cock for you, Matt."

Matt lay back. Closed his eyes. Waited.

And I got closer.

I took his little boypeen between the pad of my thumb and my first
finger. He flinched and giggled and his little dicklet feel out of my
hand. He covered it with his own.

"It tickles," he said, laughing out loud.

"Shhh, just let me touch it, Matt, it'll be fine."

I started to play with it, fondling it, feeling the soft head of it under
his foreskin, squeezing it a little, massaging his cute little softie back
and forth.

Two minutes later he was still soft, but I was mesmerized by his little
cock and I didn't care. I knew he'd bone up eventually and I was in no rush
for this to be over and I knew the risk was that it would be, as soon as he
felt my mouth on it.

"Wait, Uncle Brad," he said. "I can't get a boner out here."

"It's okay, Matt, it's cute enough as it is. You don't have to have a boner
for me to suck it."

"No, I do! I want one!" he insisted. "Can I go in the back of the car and
shout you when I've got one?"

"Sure, if you want to," I said pulling away from him.

I heard the back door of the car close and it went quiet for perhaps 3
minutes.

"Ready," Matt shouted out of the window.

I went around the other side and opened the car door.

"Do you like it?" he asked, holding his young skinny bone and looking at
me.

"Ohhh, Matt," I said, my knees feeling like jello, "I LOVE it!"

"Thanks," he said proudly.

"Who knew you had such a bog boner?! It's sooo big," I told him. "Look at
it! You've got a MASSIVE COCK, dude! So fucking hard!"

Words of affirmation.

He looked proud of himself as he looked at it.

And all I can say is that it tasted as good as it looked. It was like a
pink fingerling, boned and hard yet with a thin-fleshy exterior that
created subtle movements across its short length. About 3 inches in total.

As he approached his very first non-solo climax, Matt rose up onto his
hands, lifting his bottom off the seat and pressing his feet into the back
of the front seat.

"It's coming," he said. "It's gonna happen now."

As I continued to suck and suck and suck on his preteen peen, Matt lifted
himself another inch or so higher onto his hands, his entire upper body
weight carried by his skinny arms as he exploded nothing but dry boygasm
into my mouth. Pulse after pulse after pulse of absolutely fuck
all. Beautiful.

Since that day, I've taken Matt home, via McDonalds on the way, several
times, each time stopping off in the car to suck his little cock for
him. He's very comfortable with it, looks forward to it and he's very happy
for me to take selfies just before I suck him off.

Little does he know yet, that as much as I enjoy sucking his cock for him,
what I really want to do is smell his ass - and that's going to happen next
time his mom is working late and I have to give him a ride him.

No doubt about it.

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