Date: Tue, 5 May 2015 07:32:08 +0200
From: Zachary Blake <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Smell This 7 (Revised)

SMELL THIS 7
By Mark, Brad & Zachyboy

M/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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NATE'S SWEATY BOXER BRIEFS

It was the seminal event in my relationship with Nate and my journey as a
lover of young boys...

The white boxer briefs were in a crumpled pile on the floor of Nate's
bedroom. He had just shucked them and run into the bathroom giggling and
laughing because he was naked and he knew that I had caught a glimpse of
his adorable backside as I was coming down the hallway.

As I passed his room I saw those briefs down on the floor and almost
without thinking picked them up and pressed the damp cloth to my nose. The
briefs were warm and moist with Nate's perspiration and as I inhaled, I
could smell the crotch sweat of a very active 10 year old boy. In the front
pouch where I knew his small boy cock had been cradled there were a number
of yellowed piss stains.

I could smell the tangy, almost maple flavored scent of that dried piss.
As i ran my tongue across the fabric I registered the salty and tangy taste
of Nate's boy pee.....deposited there after Nate finished taking a piss and
failed to shake off those final few drops of that precious yellow boy
fluid.

That taste and smell brought back memories of the many times he and I were
together at home or at the mall and I accompanied him to the bathroom to
let him "go pee-pee". He was younger then and I would stand guard
as he answered nature's call. I would watch him pull down those cute little
FOTLs, exposing his round little ass cheeks, perfectly smooth crotch and
his small boy cock. It was hardly larger than the end of my thumb, but I
was mesmerized by it's healthy pink color and by the way the skin of the
shaft bunched up around the head like a wrinkled fleshy collar.

I loved watching him concentrate and thrust his boy hips forward in
anticipation of that first spurt of boy piss. I swear I could see his tiny
piss slit gape open ever so slightly just before the healthy golden stream
would burst out. Often I would take the opportunity to relieve myself at
the same time, crossing streams with him and making a game out of our
pissing matches.

At that age Nate was not really sexually aware...to him this was just a
game but I had to concentrate to keep from sporting a boner at the sight of
the little guy proudly displaying that lovely little dick. He would comment
on my big winkie (his word for a cock....don't you love the way the boys
describe body parts!!), as he called it, expressing childish wonder and
curiosity at the differences between us. I always told him that "his
winkie" would get bigger just like mine when he grew up and he seemed
satisfied with the general answers I gave him.

In truth, I suppose my adult cock did look large to him at that age, but the
truth of the matter was that I was certainly not well endowed. My cock was
only average in length, around 6 inches when fully erect, with a shaft on
the more slender side.  I had always been a bit annoyed that it wasn't
thicker, but would later discover it was a blessing in disguise when it
came to fucking his hot, tight boyhole.

Pulling myself back from the daydreams of our little pee adventures in the
bathroom, I noticed that there was a light brown streak in the seat of
those briefs where the cotton fabric had rubbed repeatedly across his tight
pink boyhole all during the day's activities. Young boys like Nate are
notorious for their poor hygiene habits and his undies were a testament to
that fact. He never gave his crack more than a swipe or two after he took a
poop, leaving behind a light smear of shit spread across his wrinkled hole.

On more than one occasion while he was a youngster, I had helped him wipe
his incredibly rounded rump after he finished his business and he always
grew impatient if I continued after more than one or two swipes. From my
perspective, I would have continued wiping that hot little crack long after
he was clean, prolonging the chance to fondle his smooth boy ass and run my
paper covered fingers along that hairless crack and his little pucker.

As often as possible I made certain that the paper would slip and my index
finger would graze his exposed hole, lingering briefly on those wrinkled
folds that guarded his most intimate place. He would always giggle and
squeal at the sensation, clamping his cheeks shut and trapping my finger in
that hot valley of boy flesh.

He would tease that my finger would smell like poop and I would always
threaten to wipe it on his shirt which would send him into peals of
laughter while he scurried out of the bathroom. Without fail on these
occasions I would bring that finger up to my nose to smell those musky boy
smells that lived in his crack.

As I now brought the brown stained fabric of Nate's damp briefs up to my
nose and breathed in the sharp musky, earthy odor of his leftover crap and
pure boy ass, my cock got harder that I can ever remember. I could imagine
that fabric so snug against his smooth and ample bottom. keeping his crack
sealed up tight all day long and allowing the incredible scent of young boy
to concentrate.

The smell was almost overpowering....the strong scent of an unwashed boy's
bottom...not really the smell of shit, but something that was dark and
earthy nonetheless. And the scent fueled a deep lust in my groin for that
hot, prepubescent boy. Had I not been thinking with my dick, I would have
stuffed those brief into my pocket and taken them home for a prolonged
jackoff session when I got back to my house. But I was so lost in the scent
of this young boy that I did not notice that Nate had come back into the
bedroom to get his bath towel.

I froze when I realized that he was staring at me in disbelief, his little
nose wrinkled up in disgust, his eyes not believing what he was seeing. I
was caught red-handed with his damp, dirty briefs jammed up to my nose and
my cock tenting my cargo shorts. Nate was so surprised that he just stood
there as naked as the day he was born, forgetting for the moment his
customary shyness and embarrassment at me seeing his body.

The sight of him standing there was not lost on me despite my shock at
being caught. In that moment the image of that beautiful, naked boy was
imprinted on my mind.....his light brown hair with the cutest bangs hanging
down his forehead....his adorable brown eyes wide with surprise...and those
pouty lips, lips that would be sexy on any adult and that were even more
enticing and sexy on a 10 year old boy.

These were lips that I had often imagined wrapped around my precum slick
cock as he sucked Uncle Mark.  He had the typical skinny arms and leg of a
young boy with just the slightest hint of a tummy protruding just above his
hairless crotch. His circumcised little boy cock, now just over an inch
long in it's limp state was resting gently on his tight little nut sack and
jelly bean sized testicles. His pale, smooth skin was mostly unmarked, save
for a dusting of fine blond hairs on his forearms and shins.

He was, in my estimation, breathtaking and nearly irresistible. Despite the
fear at getting caught with his undies, it took all my willpower not to
fall to my knees and engulf that sweet little tube of flesh in my warm
mouth and knead those perky ass cheeks with my hands. But my love for him
was stronger than my lust and I knew that I could never force myself on an
unwilling Nate and so I just stood there.

My reverie was broken what Nate finally spoke.

"Uncle Mark...ewwww...that is gross. Why are you smelling my underwear?
Don't they stink?"

Knowing that my answer was the key to the next step in our relationship, I
answered him honestly. He knew me well enough by now to know that I was
always truthful in answering his questions.

"No Nate, to me they don't stink, they smell like you."

He looked at me with a funny expression trying to decide if I was just
teasing him or if I was serious.

"Haven't you ever scratched your bottom and then smelled your fingers?"  I
asked him the question, knowing full well that he had done this on numerous
occasions. "I've seen you do it Nate. What did your fingers smell like?"

He looked shocked as if I had discovered a terrible secret about him and he
quickly answered, 'I haven't done that Uncle Mark, it would be gross!"

I could tell he was embarrassed and was afraid that I would reveal his
secret to others. Like many young boys, he was growing curious about his
own body and did not seem put off by the smell of his own ass on his
fingers. I had seen him give his fingers more that a casual sniff, but had
never confronted him about it, although I had fantasized about that smell
many times. But he knew he had been busted and big tears began to roll down
his cheeks.

"Please...please Uncle Mark, don't tell anyone, I know it's bad and I
didn't mean to."

My heart melted and I dropped to my knees and hugged Nate's naked frame
tightly to my body, his head resting on my shoulder.

"Nate, I promise that I won't tell anyone. It will be our little secret."
He was still sniffling, but I could feel him relax in my arms and lean into
me, his groin pressing against my stomach.

I began to rub his shoulders and back to reassure him that everything would
be okay, my hands dropping lower and lower with each pass.. Before I could
stop myself, I was sliding both palms down over the smooth, rounded cheeks
of his little ass and began to gently squeeze them as Nate continued to
press himself against me. It was a beginning.......

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Later...

Nate and I had been playing on the trampoline off and on all afternoon. I
was in heaven spending time with the little guy and bringing him some small
measure of happiness in those moments...the pure fun of boyhood. He loved
to see who could bounce the highest without losing their balance and he
would burst out laughing every time we would fall down into a tangled
pile of boy and Uncle.

Oh those glorious moments when we were tangled up together, him laughing
and giggling and me...inhaling the scent of sweaty boy and feeling the
heat from his body. We were both sweaty from the exertion and his bangs
were damp and lank on his forehead as we lay on the trampoline....Nate on
his stomach and me resting my head on his lower back, just above the
beautiful swell of his rump. Even from this distance I could smell his
secret scent and it made my heart beat faster.

"Nate are you ready to go inside to your room?"  I asked him.

He looked at me with a shy grin and whispered "Are we gonna play our secret
games?"

God, I loved it when he was innocent and naughty at the same time. I wasted
no time in following him to his bedroom. He had not showered that morning
and was sweaty from all of our trampoline play out in the back yard. As he
placed his knees on either side of my shoulders and lowered his smooth
round bottom toward my face I was overcome by the sweet smell of his ass
and groaned audibly.

The sweat and musk of a young boy is a powerful aphrodisiac to any boylover
and I was no exception. As he lowered himself fully on my face, his ass
cheeks parted like the petals of a flower opening in the morning sun and I
could see his pink, wrinkled little boyhole nestled deep in the center. I
could see a thin sheer glaze of his leftover scent smeared across his
pucker. I raised my head up and pressed my nose into that moist, hot crack
and inhaled the strong smell of the boy's sweat and anal musk.  Mixed in
with all those smells was the faint odor of something stronger, baking in
his sweaty crack all afternoon.

As I said, he had not showered since last night and was as ripe as any
10-year-old boy can get.  But I was not turned off, quite the opposite. My
cock had never been harder, painfully so as it was still crammed into my
briefs. There was a direct connection between my nose and my cock and with
every breath I inhaled I could feel my cock throb and ooze a bit more
precum into my shorts.

Finally Nate settled his crack fully down over my face, completely burying
my nose in the fragrant valley of boyflesh. I was intoxicated with the
smell of this boy's ass and reached up to grab a cheek in each hand to
spread this boy open wide. As I stretched those globes apart, I dragged my
tongue up and down the whole length of his moist and slightly sticky
crack. The flavor of young boy ass exploded on my tongue and I could taste
the muskiness, the bitterness and the faintly metallic tang of the leftover
smudges on his puckered hole.

Above me I could hear Nate beginning to whimper with pleasure and squirm on
my face as he tried to process all the wonderful feelings that were
coursing through his young body. I reached between his legs and could feel
his small, hairless boycock was fully erect and throbbing as my tongue
began it's assault on his backside.

Knowing he was ready, I pressed my mouth up against the wrinkled lips of
his boy pussy and began an obscene imitation of a french kiss, using the
tip of my tongue to press relentlessly against that tight anal ring. As I
probed with my tongue, I used my hands to stretch his cheeks further apart,
giving me increased access to that moist cavern of flesh.

Nate continued to squirm, so much so that I had to use my hand to hold his
ass in place over my face.  I could not blame him though. He was
experiencing an overload of pleasurable sensations emanating from his
butthole and he didn't really know how to react. All he could do was to
continue that sweet whimpering, with the occasional groan/moan combination
when I hit a particularly sensitive spot.

I could feel his muscle ring spasm against my mouth as my tongue poked and
prodded against the center of his being, all the while sucking and slurping
on that wrinkled rubbery flesh collar that protected his insides.

Sooner rather than later, I managed to time the thrust of my tongue with
one of his spasms and slide the tip into the tight, wet channel of Nate's
boy pussy. Immediately I could taste a whole new range of flavors and feel
the silky smooth walls of his poop chute hugging my tongue. The flavor was
sharper and stronger....more metallic and bitter, but I could not stop.

For his part, Nate was surprised at the sudden invasion of his hiney-hole
as he would call his ass, giggling every time. He was also feeling a new
wave of sexual stimulation as my wriggling invader slowly penetrated his
love muscle. He was so tight, but I was determined to make his first tongue
fuck an event to remember. With repeated thrusting and pushing I was able
to ease my tongue just a bit more into the beautiful sweaty ass of this
ten year old boy.

Both Nate and I were lost in a world of sensory overload. He was consumed
by the feelings of pleasure from his little pussy and I was delirious with
the smell and taste of this young boy's ass.

"Aaahhhhh......uuunnnggggg...Uncle Mark, lick my hiney-hole, please. I
feels so tingly and good!"

Nate was almost babbling at this point, only knowing that he wanted to feel
more of that pleasure from down below. I was only too happy to oblige,
letting him feel the rasp my tongue against the outer edges of his pussy
walls and against that little wrinkle.

In his excitement Nate was pressing his ass down on my face harder and
harder trying to increase the sensation of my tongue and give me more
access to his hot little hole. I was suffocating and I didn't care....my
world consisted of the smell and taste of Nate's hole and I was lost in the
pleasure of it. His whimpers and squeals of pleasure were music to my ears
as my tongue repeatedly violated his secret places.

After what seemed like lifetime of having my face buried in sweaty nirvana,
my jaw and tongue were aching and so I reluctantly pushed Nate's backside
off my face and rolled him over onto the bed. I was nearly exhausted from
being on a sexual high for so long and as a result of being smothered in
boy ass. Nate was quiet, except for the occasional sigh before he quietly
fell asleep.

Scooting up on him and spreading his cheeks apart with my thumb and my
forefinger, I quickly and quietly jacked off and sprayed my cum into the
heat of his quivering asshole.

I heard him sigh as the thick globs of my white cum painted his spit-sticky
hole.

"I love you Uncle Mark," he whispered drowsily.

I slowly pushed my cum into his anus.

He sighed contentedly.

With a finger full of cum up his ass he curled into me and fell fast asleep.

It wouldn't be my last experience with Nate.

I pulled my finger from his ass and sucked it clean. I nuzzled his sweaty
hair and kissed his forehead goodnight.

Nate's a good boy, everybody.

And really...

What's an uncle to do?

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CHANGE THE SHEETS

Drew is a definitely a little scamp. He's completely spoiled rotten by my
sister, being the youngest of her four kids. He always gets everything he
wants and tends to be a whiner when he doesn't get what he wants. But oh my
god, he is so adorable. He is a normal looking 10 year old kid, nothing
particularly remarkable about him....no blue eyes or curly blonde
hair...no porn-kid bubble but...just a normal, all American kid.

He does have a wonderful spray of freckles across his nose and cheeks and
his mouth is just a bit too big for a kid his age, but otherwise he is just
a sandy haired, freckled kid. Perhaps that is why I find him so
irresistible. That and the fact that this kid loves physical contact and
cuddling. His dad is not the most affectionate man and is much more
interested in his job and golf than caring about his kids. Drew never gets
much attention from dear old Dad, and certainly not the kind of one-on-one
focus and love he needs. So because I took an interest in him, he was drawn
to me like a magnet.

Whenever I show up at my sisters, he is instantly at the door, grabbing me
around the middle and hugging me tightly, pressing his little groin tight
against my thigh. What a way to get greeted every time you arrive....having
a cute little nine year old squeezing his little cloth covered dick against
your leg.  And we are talking real contact, not some millisecond,
accidental contact. The kid pushes his crotch against me every time.

Of course I hug him back, letting my hands drift down to his cute little
butt and giving it a quick squeeze and pressing him even more firmly
against my body. Damn...it is worth driving over there just for that little
slice of heaven.

Drew is a very tactile little guy and loves sitting in my lap and having me
just touch him, whether it is interlacing my fingers with his, which he
seems to particularly like doing. I can't deny that I love this as
well....there is something so sweet and intimate about having our fingers
in contact like that. I don't know where he learned to do such a thing, but
my heart and cock are always appreciative of the contact.

Another of his favorites is having me give him piggyback rides around the
house. What a perfect opportunity to get my hands on his sweet little ass
as I hold him up. Often times my fingertips will slide around those cheeks
up into his crotch and gently press against his little dick and balls. He
never seems to mind the contact.

In fact, on more than one occasion when we are watching TV, he will sort of
take my hands and place them right at his crotch and press them down,
wanting to feel the pressure of my hands on his immature sex organs. It
never seems to last more than a few seconds, but it is incredibly
stimulating to have my hands pressed down on his fabric covered crotch.
Once or twice, I could just feel a bit of stiffness under his athletic
shorts, so I know he was enjoying the contact, even though for Drew I don't
think it's exactly sexual. It just feels good so he does it. Surely
when he is in my lap he can feel my boner pressing up against his backside,
but if he does he never gives me any indication.

I had been sniffing his dirty undies at every opportunity, loving the sweet
and pungent scent of the pussy smears he leaves behind in the seat.
Sometimes they are just a little musky and sweaty, but after a soccer match
they will always be nice and rank with a lovely tan smear of earthy, sour
ass grease for Uncle Mark to huff.

You know what I am talking about...those undies that have rubbed against
his pucker all day long and absorbed every bit of sweat and pussy grease
while he was playing. Those special ones that go beyond the polite musky
sweetness of a boy's little wrinkle and move right into the "dark, meaty,
gamey" zone. Holy fuck...when I would manage to stumble upon a really
moist pair of crack stinkers, I would stuff them into my backpack and take
them home for a long extended sniff and jack session. The smell of a boy's
unwashed backside...that lovely mix of sweat, musk, pheromones, wet earth
and the sweet/sour of overripe fruit...I was captivated by those scents!

However, the other special treasure in Drew undies are the lovely yellowed
pee stains in the front pouch where his little 4 inch cocklet rested. You
see, Drew is an occasional bed wetter and once in a great while I will
catch a pair of those undies he has worn to bed...undies that have gotten
a nice soaking in the front with his hot and salty boy piss. By the time I
got my hands on them, they are usually dry, but still fragrant with the
tang of his dried piss.

I will jam those undies in my mouth and suck out all the pissy, tangy,
salty, mapley flavor I can from that fabric.  I can just imagine catching
him mid-piss, that hot, sweetness bursting out the little piss hole at the
end of his cock. I have constant fantasies of getting to take him to the
bathroom and holding that hot little cock between my thumb and forefinger,
letting that golden stream spray over my hand and then bringing that hand
up to my mouth to taste the salty goodness flowing from his little
spike...sweet fucking hell...strong and salty and just a little bit
of sweetness from all the candy that Drew seems to eat all day long.

Sometimes he still wears a Pull-Up to bed instead of his regular undies and
I caught one of those used dydies one morning while helping my sister
clean out her garage. Drew had gotten up and stripped off the soiled
soaker and headed to the shower.

While my sister was making a quick trip to the recycle center to drop off
an old TV and computer system, I slipped back in the house and stumbled on
that pee-soaked garment. Oh damn, it was so fucking strong. This was the
all night, brewed up piss of a 10 year old in piss-heat, and fuck, I
brought that Pull-Up to my nose and sucked in the scent of stale piss with
just a hint of ammonia. This was not a sniff for the faint of heart...this
was a full bladder dump of kid piss in concentrated form and it made me
almost dizzy to inhale those pungent fumes.

I felt like I was drowning in Drew's piss and could have kept my nose buried
in that pull-up until every scent receptor was completely shocked into
numbness, but my sister was returning and I didn't need to get caught face
down in a used pair of piss pants. But at this point I knew that I
wanted...scratch that...this was not a want, this was a hunger and a
need to taste his yellow fluid straight from his little 4 inch tap.

It was not unusual for me to help shuttle my nephews around to help my
sister out and so when I suggested that I just have Drew spend the night
after soccer practice one evening she gratefully agreed. I picked up Drew
that evening and we went out for pizza and sodas. I made sure he had plenty
of Coke to drink. I wanted this boy to have a full bladder during the
night.

We had a great meal, with Drew chattering away nonstop the way 10 year olds
do, telling me everything that happened at soccer practice. I just enjoyed
watching him eat and especially enjoyed watching him drink his Coke through
a straw. There are few things as sensual as watching a kid slip his lips
around a straw and suck up fluid...such a normal and innocent act. But in
the mind of a perv, definitely something that will harden your cock in an
instant.

And sometimes, just sometimes, they will catch you watching them and look
up at you while sucking through that straw and you see just the hint of a
smile in their eyes and you are blown away...can they really read your
mind and know what you are thinking? Or it is just a hint of a smile
because he thinks it's silly that you are watching him so intently. It's
sweet torture either way.

Once back at the house, we curled up on the couch to watch the latest
kids movie on Netflix streaming, with Drew pointing out every
significant detail to me. He was wearing a thin tee shirt and his little
Old Navy boxers. I could feel the heat of his little stink furnace
in my lap as I was gently rubbing his back and neck.

He still smelled of sweat from the soccer game and I could detect just the
faintest bits of boy musk rolling up from his little backside which I knew
had to be ripe with all the intoxicating scent of unwashed boy pussy.
Having this little stinkpot sitting in my lap, leaning back against my
chest so my nose was perfectly positioned to be buried in his sweat-soured
hair, our fingers intertwined as he liked, I was content.

We watched the movie for another hour or so before I could tell that Drew
has fallen asleep and so I carried him to my bed. He awakened just a bit as
I was carrying him, but he was too tired to really be fully aware of his
surroundings. I eased him down onto the bed, quickly shed most of my
clothes, save for a tight pair of boxers and slipped into the bed beside
him.

Drew fell back asleep pretty quickly, snuggled up against my side, his
crotch even with my hipbone. I lay there for a long time, just enjoying the
nearness of the boy, feeling the heat of his body against mine and idly
rubbing his lower back and the top of his cheeks. I could feel his moist,
even breathing against my neck and shoulder and the poke of his dick
as it hardened while he slept. I even managed to ease my finger down into
his sweaty crack and rub along that hot cavern of boy flesh, feeling the
sticky, greasy residue of boy and play mixed together.

I could feel my finger getting slick with a smear of residue from his
little wrinkle and I had to sniff his intimate stink. Oh that finger...it
was like a boy ass buffet as I brought it up to my nose...it was musky
and dank...smelling of vinegar and potatoes...and sweet boy pussy. I
rubbed all that sticky residue against my top lip so I could just breathe
in his scent as I fell asleep with him tight against my side. Oh sweet
dreams of boy ass.

I don't remember drifting off to sleep, but around 3 am I was awakened when
I felt hotness flowing across my midsection...Drew was pissing away in his
sleep and it was soaking through his undies and onto me and the bed...
not wanting to lose this opportunity, I quickly shifted around so that my
face was pressed into his hot, wet crotch and let the piss seeping through
his undies wet my face and fill my nostrils with the scent of fresh, hot
boy piss.

I could taste his liquid essence...it was salty and sweet mixed, just
like snacks, like trail mix, perfection. All of the Coke he has slurped up at
dinner softening and sweetening the flavor...mingling with the salty
tang and the bitter, coppery undertones. I was buried in a salty ocean of
boy piss as I continued to push my face down into his leaking crotch.

Before his bladder was empty and the flow ceased, I had to feel that piss
jetting from his little cock and hitting me directly in the face. Moving
quickly, I eased those pee soaked undies down under his little acorns and
pulled his rigid little wiener up so that it was pointing toward my
face. With my eyes closed I let that hot salty spray hit my face. It was
far better than any ocean wave I had ever experienced, because it a part of
Drew and smelled of Drew.

Sweet fucking hell...he was pissing right into my face!! This 10 year
old boy was pissing on his Uncle Mark. Yes, he was asleep, but for me that
did not lessen the impact of being struck in the face with that golden
fluid, feeling it sear my skin with it's heat and drown me with it's heady
scent. I was so lost in the hot, tangy wetness of the crotch and his
undies.

Far too quickly, the flow dropped down to a mere dribble and without
thinking I moved down and closed my mouth on his wet, pissy little dick and
sucked up those last few drops of that yellow nectar.  Fuck this was sweet
heaven...having my face buried in his wet crotch, redolent with the
scent of sweat and musk and piss and little boy dick. I sucked on that
rigid little spike and licked under his tight nut sack until there was no
flavor left.

I wanted nothing more than to stay in that position forever, but Drew began
to stir and I knew he was not yet ready to wake up and find Uncle Mark
hovering his privates, so I reluctantly pulled back, slipped his undies
back up to his waist and eased myself over to a dry spot on the bed.
Morning would come soon enough and as Drew and I changed the sheets, he and
I would have a little conversation about his overnight accident. I had no
doubt that if I played my cards right it would begin to open the door to
many more yellow adventures with Drew.

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SMARTASS: SCHWARTZ

Holy hell Schwartz was a smartass!! Sure his character on screen was always
mouthing off with his buddies as they wandered the fictional streets of
their suburban neighborhood in Hohman, but let me tell you he wasn't
acting.

Off screen, between takes, and during the rehearsal process this kid gave
everyone lip. He was a cocky 11-year-old who pushed the other boys around
and made dirty suggestions to the girls in the cast. I don't know that this
kid really knew what they meant, but he sure as hell pretended that he did.

He thought it was cute to swear and every other word out of his mouth
seemed to be fuck! He had mouthed off to me a number of times as I was
trying to wrangle he and his buddies around the set and get them their
meals during breaks from filming. He was a royal pain in the ass and I
would have reported him to the assistant director, except the kid made me
hotter than hell and I wanted to get in his pants in the worst way.

On more than one occasion he had caught me looking at him and had popped
off at the mouth "Hey perv...what are you looking at?"  What I was looking
at was an 11-year-old kid (almost 12) with ears that were just a bit too
big for his head and front teeth that were too big for his mouth. Add in
some freckles on his nose and cheeks and he was a fucking wet dream to me.

I loved those kids that were just a bit goofy and awkward looking and with
his smart mouth he had me soaking the front of my pants with precum every
time I was around him for more than a few minutes. I could just imagine
holding onto those ears as I fucked his smartass mouth and watching his
eyes widen in surprise as my cockhead grazed the back of his throat.

Or perhaps it was the mixture of pleasure and pain as he gently gnawed on
my dick...alternating between sucking and gently squeezing me with
those big teeth. So yeah, I wanted his ass and mouth planted on my dick and
I knew it would only be a matter of time before opportunity knocked.

As I spent a lot of time with the kids as the Production Assistant in
charge of the actors under 13 (I know...sounds glamorous, but for a boy
lover it was the perfect job...nothing like being cooped up in a room
with a bunch of sweaty preteen boys who were just about to hit puberty.)

Sometimes I swear I could smell them when I would walk into the room...
sweat...immature pheromones...and just a hint of dirty, stinky boy ass.
Fuck, it was all I could do not to yank down their pants and suck all the
greasy pussy paste from their cracks, But it was Schwartz that I was after
and I watched his every move and waited to make my move.

My first opportunity came during a three hour break in the filming of the
schoolhouse scenes. I noticed that Schwartz wandered off by himself which
we didn't allow. Normally he stayed with the other kids and did what he
could to torture them with his loud, mouthy attitude.

So I followed him back to one of the trailers he shared with another of the
kids in the schoolroom scene (can't remember the kid's name, but he had a
couple of lines at the schoolhouse window while Flick had his tongue stuck
to the flagpole). By the time I got to the trailer, Schwartz had already
gone inside and so I thought I would give him a minute and then sneak in
and see what the little shit was up to.

I eased the door open, being at quiet as I could be since the trailers were
not that large with only a front gathering room, a bathroom and a back
bedroom where the kids could catch a nap between scenes. I slipped into the
trailer and noticed right away that Schwartz was not in the front room but
the bedroom door was pushed almost closed.

I made my way quietly back toward the bedroom and could hear muffled sound
coming from the room...there was a soft grunting noise and a rhythmic
slapping sound.  Bingo...I knew before I peeped through the crack between
the doorframe and door what I would see...sure enough, Schwarz was
sprawled out across the bed with this corduroys and FOTLs down around his
knees beating his little cock for all it was worth.

I could see a porno mag lying beside him, probably the visual matter that
helped him get so hot and bothered. Now the magazine was being ignored as
he was totally caught up jacking furiously toward those good feeling that
he obviously was very familiar with.

I slowly pushed the door open in an effort not to disturb him or alert him
to my presence...holy fuck what a sight before me.  His little cock was
already beginning that transition to teendom and looked to be about 4
inches long and hard as a rock.

From my angle I couldn't see if he had pubes but his little nut sack was
smooth, still drawn up fairly tight against his taint and jiggling up and
down as he tried to tear his dick off his body with each up and down
stroke. It was going to be a good cum regardless if he was shooting blanks
or a bit of boy juice.

I could smell hot boy before I got within three feet of him...I could
smell sweat and the stink of a boy who has skipped a shower this morning.
If I was burning with fuck lust before, when the smell hit me, my cock
began to ooze and I decided on the spot that it was time for little
Schwartzy to learn a couple of life lessons.

"What the hell are you doing you little shit?"  I barked as it looked like
he was nearing his moment of boy joy. I know that seem cruel but he would
get his nut before we were finished this afternoon.  The poor kids squealed
and nearly yanked his little cock off his body as he reacted to my voice
and to the fact that I was in the room and he was busted!

What a transformation from cocky smartass to embarrassed little boy on the
verge of tears at getting caught. Proving how naïve he truly was, he
thought he was in trouble for doing what boys do, but I decided to press my
advantage.

"So, you think I should tell the director what you are spending your free
time doing?"  I knew full well that the director could care less if some
11-year-old was wanking his wiener, but Schwartz didn't have a clue.

"You know he will kick you off the set and drop you from the movie, don't
you?"

With his lower lip trembling he hardly knew how to respond, except to plead
with me not to tell anyone, especially the director. Funny how he didn't
even think to mention his parents, although I suspect that they would have
punished him for the next ten years if he got kicked off the set as they
saw him as their meal ticket for the next few years!

I didn't respond at first...just let him sweat a little bit, sweat that I
could smell rolling off of him in that cramped little bedroom.  I slowly
closed and locked the bedroom door.

"Maybe we can make a little deal, have a little fun and I'll just forget
what I saw here."  I said as I began to unzip my pants, letting my dick
push the front of my underwear out through the fly of my pants.  The look
on his face was shock and astonishment that quickly morphed into confusion.

"Aw come on Schwartz...you're old enough to know what big boys do behind
closed doors aren't you?"

He looked so cute sitting upright, pants down around his knees and his
little dick now drooping down over his ball sack, the erection having fled
the moment I first spoke. Slowly understanding dawned on his face as he
realized what I was suggesting and he flushed red with embarrassment as I
saw curiosity and a bit of fear mixed in his eyes.

Not wanting the moment to slip past, I reached out and closed my hand
around his limp noodle and began a gentle massage. He shivered but did not
pull away and his dick started to stiffen in my grasp. He let out a soft
moan and I knew he would be a willing participant in the dirty little games
I had planned.

As I started to stroke his spike, I used my free hand to pull his head
toward me and pressed my mouth against his. He hadn't been prepared to kiss
another male, especially a grown man, but after an initial moment of
hesitation, I felt his lips part and I pushed my tongue past those teeth of
his and into his hot, moist mouth. He tasted of sweet tarts that all the
kids on the set seemed to eat all the time, acidic and sweet and all boy.

I began to fuck his mouth with my tongue, his breathing increased as the
kiss began to excite him and he pushed back with his own tongue and we
engaged in a little duel as I continued to slowly masturbate his now rigid
little cock.

I pulled away, slipped his tee shirt up over his head and removed his
corduroy pants and undies, leaving him naked on the bed except for his
cocks.  What a sight...a panting little boy with a stiff little dick
almost pleading with his eyes for me to continue the stimulation he craved.

But I needed to taste this boy and dove down on him, sniffing the sweet
beginnings of musk percolating in those hairless pits. I sniffed and licked
away the salty residue of his day of work and play, hearing him vacillate
between giggling at the tickling sensation of tongue against his bare flesh
and groaning at the stimulation.  Making quick work of his pits, I licked
my way down his soft tummy to that sweet crotch. I could now see that he
had just the barest scattering of light brown downy pubes, little more than
peach fuzz crowning the base of his little cock shaft.

Oh fuck, the scent of boy crotch on the edges of puberty.....he smelled of
sweat and soft musk and the beginnings of pheromones that drove me wild
with fuck lust. I snuffled my way down and under his tight little nut sack
where the smell was more yeasty and darker as I was closer to that sweet
ass crack. I sucked his whole sack in my mouth and licked around his little
acorns, tasting sweat and the slightly cheesy flavor of unwashed boy
crotch.

I could have sucked on his little nuts for hours, but forced myself to move
back up to his throbbing little spike and pressed the head of his cock
against my nose, smelling boy dick, hot with just a faint smell of piss
left from his last trip to the toilet.  I wanted this boy to piss all over
me and let that hot golden fluid run over my face, tasting the tangy,
saltiness of boy pee.

I filed that thought away for later use and continue to snort dick smell
until my nose ached. Not wanting to have Schwartz grow too impatient with
my sniffing orgy, I let the little stalk of flesh slip into my mouth and
began to give him a blowjob that he would not soon forget. I took his whole
length into my mouth, feeling the spongy head just touch the back of my
throat and slowly let it slid back from my mouth, swirling my tongue around
the sensitive little bunch of skin just under his cock head.

Almost immediately he was thrusting that little pelvis up against my mouth,
trying to bury his cock as deep in my mouth as he could, He was grunting
with almost every thrust and I knew he was deep in a fog of hotness.

Taking advantage of the moment, I pulled off his cock and pushed his knees
back toward his ears so I could get at that boy ass. As I rolled his legs
up, those smooth cheeks parted as I could see his sweet little pucker
nestled in that valley of flesh. I could see the greasy boy butter glazing
over that stink wrinkle and could smell hot boy pussy before my nose was
even in his crack.

He was full of stink having been packed into tight corduroys all
day...those pants keeping his pussy sealed up tight to brew up some
mind-fucking hot boy ass perfume.  I huffed in his stink as I moved down
into that damp, musky trench of his secret place. God, the smells...it was
so hot and wet smelling...a sour, cheesy scent mixed with wet earth and
strong boy musk.

This was a boy pussy that had not been washed today and it was sticky with
smudges of nasty, stinky ass grease. I pressed my nose against his pussy
hole, feeling the slick stickiness transfer to my outer edges of my
nostrils as the smell nearly caused my head to explode and my cock to fall
off. This was a stink of hot, raw, sexually aroused boy, the smell that you
crave every time you see a young boy and wonder what his little behind
smells like.

Deep breathing the smell of his little cunt, I was groaning almost without
realizing it. I had to taste this boy's ass and began to slowly lick around
his wrinkled hole, letting that boy butter melt onto my tongue, the flavor
of boy ass exploding in my mouth.

He tasted so fucking hot...it was bitter and sour...so strong that the
casual sniffer would be put off, but I needed to eat this boyhole, to take
every bit of stink and flavor his pussy would give up.  I was like a man
starving...licking and sucking against that ring trying to get past his
muscle and taste his insides, that hot, raw taste of a boy's fuck hole.

Through my own fog of hotness I was dimly aware of Schwartz moaning and
grunting somewhere above me...obviously enjoying the fact that I was
making a meal out of his little pussy and stimulating all those nerve
endings in his little rump.  I pressed on with my tongue, pushing
relentlessly against that rubbery ring of flesh, teasing out little bits of
the darker bitterness that lay just beyond his sphincter.

I was losing my mind in that steaming pussy pit and my balls were blue from
a prolonged erection. As my tongue got too tired to try and fuck his tight
little cock receptacle, I pulled away from his ass and yanked down my
shorts and underwear, letting my cock slap up against my belly, free from
the confines of clothing.

I kneeled on the bed and pulled Schwartz up facing my crotch and grabbed
those ears and pulled his mouth up against my slick cockhead, smearing
precum across those sweet lips. Seeming to understand what came next, he
opened his mouth and my cock slipped into that hot little mouth. I could
feel his teeth lightly scraping against the head and shaft, but the
pleasure and pain merged into overstimulation down in aching balls.

I knew I would not last much longer and so I pulled his head forward with
those hot fucking ears and thrust my cock as deep in his mouth as it would
go, feeling the head hit the back of his throat. His eyes widened in
surprise and he grunted and groaned at the same time. That was all it took
for me to explode in his mouth and begin firing my baby batter into the
back of his mouth.

He was so surprised by the sudden ejaculation in his mouth that he
swallowed almost on reflex, letting the first shots of my slimy cum slide
down into his stomach.  As I continued to squirt out what was left in my
balls, my cum begin to ooze out around my cock and drip down his chin and
onto his belly and crotch.

With one final grunt and push I was drained and I pushed him back on the
bed and collapsed down on top of him. He was still trying to process what
had just happened and before he could gather his wits about him, I pressed
my mouth to his and began to suck my remaining cum off his tongue, tasting
my cum and cock in his mouth...he responded by kissing me back and
humping my belly with his needy little cock.

I could feel myself responding and knew that we had more than an hour
before we had to be back on set. I let my reawakened cock begin to slide up
and down his greasy hot ass valley, feeling his flesh wrinkle grazing my
cockhead and knowing that before the hour was up, I would be sliding my
dick up inside this dirty little boy and fucking the cum out of both of us.

Feeling that hard little spike pressing against my belly I knew this little
boy was ready to be taken to the next level of sexual stimulation so while
I continued to thrust my tongue into his hot little mouth, I moved my right
hand down to his sweet crack, slick with his ass grease, my spit and the
precum oozing out of my cockhead.

I rubbed my finger along his chute and got it nicely coated with all that
nasty slickness and began to press against his tight little wrinkle. There
was resistance for sure...the kid was tight and likely a virgin. But I
applied steadily increasing pressure to that muscle ring and the tip of my
finger began to breach his pussy walls, sliding up into that stink
furnace. Schwartz grunted loudly and I could feel his muscle clench up.

"Relax baby and push out like you need to take a shit" I said to Schwartz
between bouts of devouring his little fuckhole of a mouth.

I felt him push down against my finger and it was just enough to let me
slide it home deep in his bowels, I immediately began to fuck my finger in
and out of his little pussy, pushing hard against his boy button with every
stoke. He was whimpering and I could feel his hard little cock jumping
every time I grazed his prostate.

"Feel that boy...that's your fuck nut I am hitting inside your pussy."

His only response was to moan into my mouth as he sunk deeper into a fog of
lust. While I loved finger-banging this little guy, I needed to get my
cock inside his hole before my balls turned blue again and fell off.

I pulled my greasy and tan-smeared finger out of his ass and brought it up
to my nose for a quick huff of the pure, raw stink of his pussy. It was so
fucking strong and sour that it made me lightheaded and caused my cock to
ache with need. I had to fuck this boy, to breed his cunt and mark him as
mine.

With one last snort of his pussy paste, I took my finger down and smeared
some of that tan pussy juice onto Schwartz's top lip, right under his nose,
I wanted to him to smell his fuckhole, smell that deep, dirty, nasty scent
of a fuck while I penetrated his guts.

"Smell that Schwartz...smell the raw stink of your little cunt. I want you
to know what it smells like and feels like when I breed you."

Whether he was turned on by the smell or repulsed by it was hard to
tell...but I could hear him breathing through his nose, taking in his own
secret scent. He would remember the smell of this fuck for the rest of his
life.

Unable to wait any longer I pushed his legs back to open up that ripe peach
of a behind. God what a sight....something you never get tired of
seeing...that sticky little wrinkle, glistening in the light from all the
wetness of his insides, slightly reddened from the finger fucking and open
just the barest bit revealing the edges of his cunt walls.

And the smell...sweet fucking hell...the smell of a sexually charged
boy's crotch and ass was rolling up into my nostrils as I positioned the
swollen head of my cock against that wet hole. I rubbed the head around
that rubbery ring, painting it with my precum and smearing his cunt funk on
the head of my dick and began to push against him.

For a moment there was no change and suddenly my head popped in past his
sphincter and he groaned loudly and clamped down on my dickhead.

"Fuck...push out Schwartz...push out hard and it will be easier."

He was breathing heavily and didn't respond immediately, so I grabbed his
little dick, now limp from the initial penetration and began to gently
squeeze and massage him back to life. He began to relax again and I pressed
home my advantage and slid all the way up into his moist, clinging pussy
pit.

Holy fuck, it felt like my cock was in a blast furnace he was so hot and
wet inside, his walls beginning to spasm against the intrusion. It was like
a rolling massage on my cock shaft and I knew that I was nearing another
orgasm in very short order.

I began to fuck my shaft in and out of his little jizz receptacle, watching
his walls cling to my cock every time I pulled back, leaving the head
buried inside his ring.  I could see the faint streaks of peanut butter tan
on the shaft and smell the scent of a fucked boy ass. Increasing the speed
of my thrusts, I was giving this boy the ride of his life and letting him
feel my cockhead squeezing up against him immature prostate with every
stroke in.

He was in sensory overload and was moaning in an almost continuous stream,
with the occasional hissed out "yes" whenever I hit his fuck nut just
right. He lost control of his bladder and little spurts of piss would jet
out of his dick when I would push up deep in his hole.

Oh fuck, the smell of his hot and tangy piss combined with his pussy stink
put me over the edge and I slammed into him one final time, blasting out
the baby makers in my balls, breeding this boy and claiming him as my
own. I buried my face in his chest and began to lick up his salty piss as I
shuddered through the final stages of my orgasm.

As my cock begin to soften and slip out of his pussy, I pushed my face down
into his piss soaked crotch and sucked his half hard cocklet into my mouth
and began to give him the pleasure he earned with that fuck. He was hard in
an instant and thrusting up into my face...I could smell his sweat and
funky musk and taste the piss on his dick.

He was whimpering uncontrollably and making these little half-crying noises
in this throat so I knew he was close. With one push up into my mouth, he
came and I felt his cock begin to throb in my mouth, squeezing out a few
dribbles of his sweet-as-honey cum.

I could feel his body completely relax now that the tension of his orgasm
was past and I let his wet little cock slip out of my mouth and moved up to
kiss him one more time, letting him taste his own cum in my mouth, as we
both could smell the ass funk I had smeared under his nose.

His half-lidded eyes looked up at me through the dissipating fog of hotness
and he murmured something almost unintelligible but I did catch "fuck...so
good" before he drifted off, exhausted from the sexual Olympics he had just
endured. I kissed his forehead, knowing this kid was mine whenever I wanted
him again.

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