Date: Wed, 6 May 2015 08:37:44 +0200
From: Zachary Blake <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Smell This 6 (Revised)

SMELL THIS 6
By Mark, Brad & 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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CHRISTMAS: JOSH & JOEY

Twas the night before Christmas and all through their bed // The twins were
creating a buttery spread. // Young Josh in his boxers and Joey in briefs
// Were painting their puckers with greasy-sweet queefs.

Their gym socks were hung by the chimney with care // While the smell of
young boyhole was warming the air. // And Brad in his kerchief and Mark in
his cap, // Were hoping for paste and a spackle of crap.

>From their 12-year-old bottoms arose such a clatter! // The gents knew at
once they were brewing some batter! // A stinker for Mark and a stinker for
Brad, // As they peeled down those boxers to see what they had!

The moons, two abreast, like the new-fallen snow // Were creamy and dreamy
and ripe down below! // Their crinkles, how stinky! Their wrinkles so
merry! // The men started aching for taking of cherry!

With the thumbing of cheeks and the spreading of holes // The men sniffed
and snuffled and lubed up their poles. // A nose on each anus, the gents
they did linger. // Tore open those shitters and stuck in a finger!

Young Joey's was wet and young Josh's was sticky, // They both smelled like
stink-ass, but not at all icky. // They sniffed and they fingered and went
straight to work, // While they both reached around for a courtesy jerk.

The tweens how they giggled and wiggled and cooed! // And then one of them
farted! How stinky! How rude! // But laying a finger aside of his nose //
Brad simply shrugged and said, "that's how it goes."

The boys gave a whimper, those sweet little moaners, // And pushed back
against them and sprung hairless boners. // And lubing their rectums and
lining up cocks, // They gents slid right in for the nicest of shocks.

Their stockings were stuffed and their cockings were deep // And they took
it like champs with 2 grunts and a peep. // And the men rutted deeply and
took a great care // To inhale and enjoy all the stink in the air.

"On Anus! On Rectum! On Greasy! On Stinky!" // "Just look how he grunts as
I fill him with dinky!" // "His cheeks are like roses! His rosebud's wide
open!" // "I'll give him six inches! He'll take it, here's hopin'!"

Mark's droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow // And he shouted to
Brad, "Holy crap! Gonna blow!" // And Brad, rutting deeply, that jolly old
elf // Was about to let loose with a jizz-load himself!

And Brad, when he came, started gritting his teeth // And the cum circled
Joey's hot hole like a wreath // And Josh's wide eyes and his round little
belly // All shook when Mark jizzed like a bowlful of jelly.

With asses now full and two tummies now sated // The boys drifted off,
feeling fresh-fucked and mated // And Brad wiped his cock off and Mark lent
a hand // As their penises throbbed, feeling happy and tanned.

They sprang to their feet, to the boys gave a whistle, // "Hey, thanks for
the stink while we played "Sink the Missile!" // The boys giggled dreamily,
sweetly, with sighs // As the two loads of man cum expelled down their
thighs.

The looked on the floor, and then what did they see, // But some undies for
M and some undies for B! // They were shit-smeared and stink-tracked, and
oh, holy hell! // It would take them through New Years, that heavenly
smell!

So, on their way out, like a true masturbator, // They snatched up those
boxers to ruminate later. // And I heard Brad exclaim as they smiled at
their luck, // "Happy Christmas to all! And to all a good fuck!"

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CAUGHT: BRADEN

I had known Melanie and Bryan for almost 15 years, having met them shortly
after their marriage through a mutual friend.  We hit it off immediately
and I soon became like a brother to both of them. I was over at their house
almost every week without fail and we shared all of the major events in our
lives together.

Little Braden came along a little more than 11 years ago
and I was so excited for both my friends. In my eyes, he was the most
perfect little baby boy and I think I fell in love with the little guy
almost immediately.

As neither Melanie nor Bryan had any family close by, I became their
default babysitter whenever they had business commitments or just needed a
night out alone with each other. I certainly didn't mind. I loved spending
time with Braden and doted on the kid.  He was a sweet little guy and he
loved me.  He was a typical boy....all skinny arms and legs,
with the cutest little swell in his tummy just above the waistband of his
bikini briefs.

For whatever reason, he never wore the standard-issue Fruit of the Loom
tighty-whities I grew up on, but rather always had some version of these
skimpy little briefs that left nothing to the imagination. They were always
tight and hugged his cute little boy cock and tweeny-hot nut sack up against
his body.

There was never a doubt that Braden was circumcised as his medium-sized
cockhead always seemed to be pushing out the front of those undies ever so
slightly. The briefs also cradled his sweet fragrant ass cheeks and kept that
warm, moist valley of boyflesh sealed up tight, allowing it to brew some
mind-fucking dank and rich scents that were all Braden and the essence of
pure unwashed boyass.

But I am getting ahead of myself so take a deep breath and be patient. The
delicious, raunchy naughtiness is just around the corner. For those that
care about his physical characteristics beyond his nether regions, he was a
cute kid with medium brown hair that was a bit shaggy around his ears and
the purest, milky white skin...no freckles or blemishes.

He was the typical boy-next-door, and perhaps that was what made him
so beautiful and desirable.  As he grew up, it became clear that Braden was
an affectionate and tactile child. He loved to snuggle and cuddle and it
seemed so important to him to be physically close to those that he
loved. Not that I would ever complain....I loved being with him, talking
with him and being interested in whatever he would be excited to tell me
each time he would see me.

I love having him sitting in my lap, clad in his little bikini-style undies
while I idly scratched his back or rubbed his tummy. Invariably there would
be some movie on the TV that we both liked...he was happy to be
held and loved and I was happy to have him nuzzled up close to me, leaning
against my chest. I would often bury my head in his hair or into the crook
of his neck and just breathe in his scent...that unique smell that was all
Braden and all boy. He hated to bathe with regularity and so there were
many times when I would get high on the sweet, sweaty smell of his hair or
the faint smell of something darker and richer rolling up from his nether
regions. I longed to explore that smell between his sweet little buttcheeks
more thoroughly. Little did I know the opportunity to further my journey
down the path to his moist valley was not far in the future.

As time passed, and as often happens, life gets more complicated and begins
to affect our priorities. That was certainly true for both Melanie and
Bryan. They were doing so well in their careers and had so many outside
interests that at times it seemed as if Braden was an afterthought. The
ordered their lives around themselves and never put his interests or
desires first.

For Braden this was a terrible situation and it broke my heart that they
could not see him wilting under their inattention. So I did what I could to
step in and give him the attention and love he craved. I would go to his
soccer games whenever I could and spent untold hours playing board games
and video games with him. We were best buddies and he called me his pal! It
was during this time that our relationship changed dramatically.

It was a Thursday evening and I had brought Braden back to his house after
a soccer game and was throwing together a simple meal for him. His parents
were out again at some business function and just naturally defaulted to me
to care for their son. I was busy in the kitchen making him a PB&J
sandwich...his favorite...and watching him in the family room where he was
playing some video game on his iPad mini.

As I watched him, he was idly scratching his little sweaty crack, something
he did at lot, especially if he had not bathed that morning before
school. So it was not unusual to see him scratch his ass...but
what happened next made my cock convert into steel in an instant. When he
finished scratching, he brought his index finger up to his nose and
breathed in, smelling the stink of his unwashed hole on the end of his
finger.

This was no casual little sniff, but a prolonged exploration of the dark
and naughty stink on the end of his finger. He moved his finger back to his
crack for another quick scratch and brought that finger back up to his nose
so I knew that this was not just an accidental thing, but rather something
purposeful and specifically desired on Braden's part.

As he was sniffing his finger for the second time, he happened to look
toward the kitchen and saw me staring directly at him and that ass-scented
finger. He knew he was busted and immediately blushed a bright pink from
embarrassment, lowered his eyes and begin to softly cry. I was a mess of
conflicting emotions...a raging lust to be smelling that finger with
Braden and an ache in my heart at seeing him embarrassed and caught.

He immediately began to say he was sorry and plead with me not to tell his
parents. He thought he was in major trouble, so I rushed to his side and
hugged him to my chest and told him that it was okay...his little secret
was safe with me. I don't think he was totally convinced as he continued to
cry so I told him that lots of little boys like to smell their stinky
fingers....that even I liked that smell.

He jerked his head back from my chest, a look of confusion and shame still
on his face. Naturally he thought I was teasing him...and in a cruel way in
his mind. So to convince him, I grabbed his dirty, stinky little index
finger and brought it up to my nose and breathed in Braden's most private
and secret scent. There was a physical shudder in my body as my nose
registered the faint tang of the anus that was left on his finger. I know
that I groaned audibly...unable to contain the electrical shock coursing
through my body and shooting through my hard cock.

Recognition and understanding was beginning to register in Braden's brain,
but he was still halfway convinced that this was some sort of trick or joke
to rat him out. To convince him, I took his little finger and stuck it back
into his hot moist crack, rubbed the tip across his hidden stinky little
button hole and brought it back up to my nose for a healthy sniff...oh
fuck, I think I saw stars because the smell was so intense. It was the sour
ripe smell of ripened fruit...of sweet, sugary boy ass.

I was pulled from my olfactory reverie by an audible gasp from 11-year-old
Braden. He was looking up at me with a just the hint of a smile and asked
me in a quiet, shy voice if I liked his stink too. My world shrank down to
nothing but that prepubescnet boy and his deliciously naughty question.
Perhaps caught off guard by his frankness, I answered as honestly
as I could. "God yes, Braden, I love your stink. I love everything about
you and the way you smell...it is a part of what make you you." And I
pulled his stinky little finger back up to my nose.

After that first little incident catching Braden sniffing his finger, he
remained skeptical that I was serious about loving his smell and that he
had no reason to be embarrassed. I could tell he was still very shy about
the entire topic and so I didn't force the issue. I just carried on as if
everything were the same between us and treated him as the loved boy
that he was.

We continued to play video games and kick the soccer ball around their back
yard. He loved the gentle roughhousing we often did because he was such a
tactile boy and the physical contact was reassuring to him. Knowing that
he was still a bit embarrassed about my catching him playing a little stink
finger, I began to make a game of it to help convince him that I loved that
aspect of who he was. We would be wrestling on the floor and I would pin
him down and grab his perfect little rump of his and squeeze those cheeks
and pretend bite them.

I would always make a big show of sniffing loudly and saying that I smelled
stinky-ass Braden...this would always send him into a fit of
giggles. It was a win for both of us...I got to take the occasional sniff
of his sweet little musk and he grew more and more comfortable that I
really did like his stink.

It was one Sunday afternoon at the end of a nice, long three day
weekend. Melanie and Bryan had decided to take a last minute trip to the
west coast and had asked if I could look after Braden while they were
away. Of course, I couldn't refuse, so I had packed an overnight bag and
headed to their house to spend time with my best buddy.

We had had fun playing board games, kicking the soccer ball around the yard
and just cuddling on the couch watching his favorite movies. As I
said before Braden did not like taking baths...it was almost as if he was
allergic to bathwater. I suppose he was not much different than I had been
as a young boy...or most young boys for that matter. Personal hygiene was
not at the top of his priority list. So by Sunday, three days of playing
hard, sweating and taking an occasional poop with only the perfunctory
swipe of his butt crack had left him a stinky 11-year-old.

As we sat on the couch watching some tween movie for the 15th time, he was
snuggled in my lap in his undies and I was gently, somewhat idly stroking
his forearm and his little tummy. My nose was buried in his damp hair and I
was breathing deeply of the sweaty, rich smell of Braden's unwashed
head. I think he knew I was smelling his hair because he would
occasionally push back against my chest and help bury my nose even deeper
in his hair. I loved this little boy, but I also lusted after his smell and
as I pulled away from his hair, I could smell the heat rising off of his
body.

I pressed my lips to his slender neck and gently kissed his sweaty, salty
skin while he quietly sighed and tilted his head to one side to give me
better access to his tender neck. He tasted so good I could not help but
give his neck the occasional lick, eliciting shivers and laughter from
Braden...he was loving this little game as much as I was.

I began to rub and scratch his back, moving my hand lower and lower until I
was gently rubbing and squeezing his butt cheeks. His only response
was to wiggle slightly, as if to get more comfortable and press his back
against my chest. Feeling emboldened, I began to rub up and down his left
cheek letting my index finger begin to drag up and down his cloth-covered
crack. He didn't pull away or really move at all. It was as if he was
frozen in place trying to process what was happening and how he was
feeling. The only indication from him was a soft exhale of breath,
somewhere between a grunt and a squeak.

I continued to run my finger along the outside of his hot little crack and
whispered in his ear "Braden, baby, can I smell your stink?" He was
quiet for the briefest of moments before slowing nodding his head up and
down, his flawless cheeks turning red with embarrassment. Taking my cues from
him, I began to ease my hand down inside his stinky moist briefs....my
hand sliding against the smooth, hot, hot and damp flesh of his ass.

I could feel the heat pouring out of his crack. At this point, I'm not
sure I could have stopped my finger from penetrating the tight, sticky
crevice between his cheeks if I tried. As my finger breached his pears and
sunk into that flesh valley of boy ass, I could feel the slickness and
stickiness there...the residue of sweat and now-clear poop residue from
his careless wiping and the natural secretions from his prepubescent boy
hole...all combined into a slick, tacky boy butter.

I pressed on until my finger touched his private love spot...his most
secret and intimate place. I could feel the sticky glaze coating those
little folds of skin and feel the burning heat emanating from his
hole. Braden stiffened in surprise...no one else has ever touched his poop
hole, but he did not pull away and so I massaged the circumference of his
stinky wrinkle, nearly filling my shorts with cum from just the sensation
of touching his little pussy.

"Braden.....I am going to smell your stink now? Is that okay?"

He responded immediately with a quiet nod and so I reluctantly pulled my
finger from his ass and brought it up to my nose. It was not the not the
casual smell of butt...it was the deep, dark, dank, nasty smell of
ripe, raw boy pussy...the smell that causes us all to hesitate because it's
so powerful, strong and nasty. The smell that makes us want to open it up
wider.

We force that finger up to our nose and take that hit because we need to
smell this boy, to possess him in the only we that we know we can...it was
musky and earthy, pungent and sour...overcome with lust, I leaned
forward so that my finger was trapped between my nose and
Braden's...smearing that peanut butter ass grease on our nostrils. We were
huffing his stink together...I don't think I could have stopped myself
at this point no matter what.

Dizzy with the smell of his little cunt, I pushed my hand back down into
his soiled panties and forced my index finger up against his burning swamp
hole. Holding him in my lap, I whispered in his ear to push down on my
finger with his butt, like he was trying to poop. He grunted as he began to
strain and my finger, coated in his nasty ass grease began to slip past his
sphincter and slide into the scorching hot depths of his fuckhole.

He was caught off guard by the intrusion and the sudden wince that
came with the stretching of his virgin ring. I gave him a minute to adjust
and when he didn't pull away, I began to slowly fuck my finger in and out
of his wet guts, grazing his little inner nut and causing him to groan in
pain and pleasure at the same time. I could smell his insides as my finger
violated his backside...this was the smell of a boy's ass opening
up...the smell that was driving me insane, to a point where I knew I had
to fuck this angel.

I pulled my tan glazed finger out of his ass, eased him off of my lap and
lay him back on the couch, his heels pulled back against his cotton clad
backside and his knees falling to either side. God what a dick-achingly
beautiful sight...legs spread, his hairless tween sex already hard and
pushing against the yellow, piss-stained pouch of his undies...and
under the small bulge of his nut sack I could see the peanut butter
tan of his poop skids showing through the center of the seat of those
briefs.

I couldn't help but run my hands up and down his soft, smooth thighs from
his kneecaps up to the very edge of the elastic in the leg hole of his
briefs. He love to be touched...this tactile boy...and my gentle
stroking of his inner thighs caused him to moan ever so softly. The sound
was sweet music to my ears. And the smell...holy fuck...it was
rolling off of him like a fog bank from a river.  This was the intense, raw
stink of an unwashed boy...sweat, crotch and ass all melding together to
cause me to shiver. Another bit of slimy precum burbled from my cock.

Unable to resist this smelly little angel any longer, I eased myself down
by his side and brought my face close to his and gently stroked his flushed
cheek. "Braden...can I touch you again and make you feel good?"

He blushed, but I saw the hint of a smile on his face as he whispered a
quiet yes. With the green light in hand, I began to nuzzle his neck, again
smelling the sour sweat of his hair that continued to fuel my lust for
Braden. He was signing contentedly with his lips parted and I couldn't hold
back any longer. I pressed my mouth down on his and began to kiss him and
slide my tongue into that moist cavern.

His eyes widened and he grunted in surprise but did not pull back, but
rather tentatively pushed his tongue forward to touch mine...holy fuck
this kid was kissing me back. I could taste the faint remains of the
Hersey's chocolate bar he had eaten earlier that evening, but otherwise it
was hot wet boy mouth. He was moaning into my mouth and grinding his erect
dick up against my belly trying to take in all these feeling coursing
through his body.

I pulled off his undies leaving him naked and ready...laying there
looking up at me from the fog of his own arousal. I buried my face in his
bald crotch sniffing like a dog, sniffing the scent of dried piss on his
throbbing cock and the sweaty, yeastiness down around his tight nut
sack.  I pulled his whole crotch, his 4 inch dick and nut sack into my
mouth and began to suck and lick off all the pissy, salty goodness there.

Braden responded by thrusting his little pubis up against me, trying to
bury himself deeper into my mouth...to increase the good feelings vibrating
out from his throbbing stiffie.  But I could smell the ass-sweetness down
below and pushed his legs back toward his ears and raised that wide open
rump up off the couch and brought my mouth down onto his peanut butter
glazed cunt hole. GOD...he was so fucking dirty back there...three days of
sweat and leftover poop, mixed with all the natural secretions of his
little pussy...I tore into his ass like a starving man...licking and
sucking that rubbery cunt ring...tasting the bitterness and the sweet/sour
mixture that defines the tang of ripe fuck hole.

It was almost too powerful for me to handle, but Braden was whimpering like
a puppy and I was too lost in the taste and smell of a dirty little
tight pussy, pushing my tongue against his hole, trying to force myself past
his muscle and taste his insides...he was still so tight that I didn't
have the strength in my tongue to breach him, but I knew his tightness
wouldn't be a match for my aching hard cock.

I pulled back and spit all of that greasy, slimy boy butter down onto my
cock, already slick with precum and touched the head of my prick against
his impossibly hot hole. I am not a big man, only average or otherwise I
might have done irreparable damage. As it was, I knew it was going to hurt
going in, but I couldn't stop. I leaned in applying steady pressure against
his defenseless little pussy, telling him to push out as hard as he
could. And it happened, those pussy lips stretched obscenely around the
head of my cock and I popped in past his outer ring.

He let out a groan of fullness and I stopped, letting him try to get used to
the feeling of having a man's cock up his ass. To his credit, he never
asked me to stop, because even in my lust crazed haze, I am not sure I
could have forced myself on him if he wasn't willing.

He was so hot and tight that I thought he would pinch off the end of my
dick.  After what seemed like hours, although it was probably only a couple
of minutes I could feel him relax just a bit and I began to push up into
his moist, stinky guts. It was slow going but what blissful torture to
watch your cock sink into the fuckhole of a hot little angel.

I began a slow fuck in and out of his passion pit, feeling him jerk upward
every time my cockhead hit his little nut just right. His hole was more
open now and every time I pulled out, I could smell our fuck...that
combined stink of my sex mixed with the gamey, meaty stink of his fucked
boy pussy.  God, I didn't know if I would suffocate in that stink or cum
first!!

He could smell it too. I watched him strain to inhale it. I watched his
neck and nose stretch to breathe in his own boy musk.

"I can smell it," he whispered. "I can smell us."

It was a good smell. It excited him to smell this. I could tell by his
voice, this excited him.

His cock wasn't hard. My dick was so big to him, it made his cock go
soft. I'd never smelled anything like this before. This was butt smell but
it was also deeper, wilder, earthier and muskier. This was the smell of
something good and dark and yeasty from deep inside him. This was what he
smells like inside.

He was smelling sex for the first time in his life, and every time he had
sex from this moment on, every man who fucks him for the rest of his life,
this was the smell he'd look back on. That was where the bar would be
set. This is what he'd crave over and over and over again, every month,
every year for the rest of his life. To be fucked like this. To smell
exactly what this smelled like again. His ass. His insides. My hot,
plunging cock.

At this point, I knew I wouldn't last long and I'd soon be breeding this
hot fucker with my spunk deep in his cunt so I picked up the pace and began
pushing myself deeper up into him...seeing him flushed from the stimulation
and grunting each time my cock pushed up against his insides.  I was
getting so close to a mind-shattering cum that I began to fuck him harder,
causing him to lose control of his bladder and spray hot, salty piss up in
my face on each thrust inward.

Oh fuck. I fucked him so deep he pissed himself. His limp dick just
started spraying piss all over himself. All over me. It sprayed on my
face. It sprayed on his tummy. I felt it dribble back down between the
valley of his legs and ass, dribbling down between his legs where I was
fucking him.

"That's it baby, piss for me," I whispered to him.

He moaned back and let it flow, unconcerned. Uninhibited. There was just too
much cock in his ass to worry about anything else.

Oh God, I was fucking him and cumming in him and plunging salty hot drips
of his own piss right up his own ass. Oh fuck, it smelled good. It was ass
and piss and boy cunt and cock, and it was all just a symphony of smells as
I fucked him wide open and stuck my wad up his hole.

The precious look on his face as you bred my hot love into him. How long
had I been saving this load for his sweet, sweet boy pussy? How long had I
needed to put this load in his pussy hole? Oh God, I never wanted to
stop. I just wanted to flood his insides with cum until it was shooting out
of his pecker. I wanted to flush him with my cum.

Fuck, he was shaking. Or was it me? I had no earthly idea. I just kissed
and licked and spasmed inside this beautiful piss-soaked, ass-dripping
beautiful boy I finally mated with and made my own.

All I could think of was...Fuck. Rest. Sleep. And then wake him up with
more neck kisses and fuck him again. Oh, yes. Seal the deal and make him an
expert at this. Don't let him have time to reconsider if he went too
far. Rest for a little while but then wake up, and as soon as possible,
fuck him again.

I collapsed on top of this sweaty, fucked-out boy...smelling
him...smelling our first fuck. I looked into his eyes, knowing he was
mine.

"You fuck really good," he whispered.

"Good," I whispered back, licking his lips. "I'm glad you liked it."

"Do it again," he whispered. "One more time. Do it again."

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MAVERICK: KELLY

I love going on basketball camp with the Maidenhead Mavericks.

It's not that I offer - I'm asked. It amazes me what a shortage there is of
parents and volunteers who are prepared to support the team and take the
boys on an annual camp.

I guess they don't like bunking down in less-than-home-comforts or perhaps
they have trouble falling to sleep with the prevailing aroma of young,
sweaty boys.

Not me.

I love going on camp. They'd couldn't pay me to stay away. Especially now
Kelly is 10.

I mean he was hot last year, and the year before. But this year. Fuck.

Last year, I spent two days trying to get my hands on his underpants, but
it never happened. There was never a good opportunity in the dorm rooms.
This year it's different. One leader and 4 boys in much smaller rooms.

How I love NOT to volunteer for some of the afternoon games. When I don't,
my responsibility is simply to get the boys to where they need to be. I
stay, mingle for a few minutes, feast my eyes on Kelly, get myself all
worked up about sniffing his underpants and then I casually walk back to my
empty room and start rummaging.

This year, I managed to get my hands on Kelly's sweet little stinky
undies. The ones he wore for the afternoon game under his white shorts. I
took a photo of him on my phone while he was playing basketball so I could
look at it back in my room when I sniffed his undies. It was 24 hours after
the game that my dream came true. As Kelly was out doing zip rope with the
other boys and leaders, I was in my room, going through his bag.

And there they were. In all their glory. The cutest, little stinky boy
undies you ever saw. The ones he was wearing during that hot and sweaty
game yesterday.

I gently held them in my hands - in awe of them and in awe of him. Was I
REALLY holding a pair of a 10yo boy's dirty little underpants?

Yes, I was.

And I couldn't wait to sniff them and sniff them hard, long and deep.
Right where his stinky little crack had been all day and during his game.

And they did not disappoint. Kelly may be the picture of innocence and
light, but whoooffff, that tangy little sweaty crack of his...maaaaaaaaan
did it stink.

It was pure, unadulterated musky boy stink, right form his sweaty little
anus.

I would've stroked my cock while I sniffed them but I didn't get the
chance. Looking at his photo on my phone and having waited over a year to
get my hands on his dirty undies, by the time I was 5 sniffs deep into his
smelly little crack, I was exploding. No touching necessary.

I LOVE the smell of Kelly's sweaty bottom. I could sniff his undies for
days.

Sniff his undies and cum in my pants.

Go Mavericks. Go team go.

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SUPER: CWISS

Faster than a peeing pee-pee!

Cwiss can squirt his penis all over the bathtub so fast the water turns
yellow and mommy yells!

Splash! Splish! He can make pee-pee all over the side of the wall and make
lots of noise when it hits the water in the bathtub.

He can make pee-pee squirt all the way up to his mouth. And he tasted it!
Salty!

More powerful than a wocomokive!

Cwiss is stwong. He has stwong muscles.

His bwother Bwake tells him how big his muscles ow.

His bwother Bwake is ten. His bwother is in fowth gwade alweady.

Once Cwiss was playing cars and Bwake came up behind him on the floor and
gwabbed his owm muscles.

Oh, Cwiss, Bwake said, and he made a funny noise in his throat.

Then Bwake put his nose in Cwiss's hiney and he made smell noises like the
doggie.

And Cwiss laughed and squeezed his butt muscles to show Bwake how stwong
his butt was and Bwake made noises again and started touching himself down
where Mommy says he's notsa poesta touch.

Am I stwong, Bwake? Cwiss asked.

Oh, Cwiss, Bwake whispered, making funny noises. Weally stwong.

Able to weap big boners in a single bownd!

Bwake took his pants off and his wiener was weally stiff.

And he said jump over it, Cwissy.

And Cwiss laughed and jumped over it.

Now sit on it, Cwissy.

And Cwiss giggled and sat on it.

But just a wittle. Not way up in his butt like they did that one time.

Because that time it hurt. This time it is just fow a wittle.

Suck my cock, Cwissy, Bwake whispered, with a funny noise again.

Nope! Cwiss giggled, and ran off to find bad guys.

Cwiss doesn't suck cocks when there's ass fwavor on them.

WOOK! UP IN THE SKY!

IT'S A BIWD! IT'S A PWANE!

It's SOOPA-CWISS!

And when Soopa-Cwiss goes to bed that night, Bwake picks up his super soiled
skid-marked shorts and holds that rip-ripe funky baby stripe straight to
his nose while he jacks his fourth-grade cock and sucks out the super atoms
from the stinkiest little superhero he's ever had the pleasure of sniffing.

Cwiss is a good boy, everybody.

Oh so stinky.

Sweet, stinky, super.

A big bwother's hewo.

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