Date: Sat, 25 Apr 2015 04:45:42 +0200
From: Zachary Blake <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Smell This 9

SMELL THIS 9
By Brad & Mark & 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 nose to yourself.

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PROLOGUE:

NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS, OR A LACK THEREOF

As we remind you so often, from high atop our offices in the World Sniff
Tower in beautiful, bustling downtown Dubuque, these vignettes are utter
and complete fiction for the exactly 16 other people in the world who
enjoy fantasizing over what stinky little boy bottoms smell like. The rest
of you can go back to the other hot but safer categories where boys wash
their butts. Taint for everybody, pun intended.

And yeah, we know what we write. It's pretty specific. But it goes without
saying, we don't want you to go home and actually sniff your kid's butt and
your nephew's butt, for God's sake. This isn't meant to be an instruction
manual. Jeepers, fellas. Read it, get hard, jack off and go to bed.

Leave the kids alone. If you see a pair of dirty undies on the floor and
nobody's looking? Well, fine. No harm, no foul. But as for the real
deal? Good God, people. No reality implied or intended. This is just
fiction. This is just a lust-induced writing exercise from a bunch of
bizarrely-wired guys. Sorry, Mom.

As Brad, one of our talented sniff-staff-writers (and the author of
absolutely all of this installment, except for one lone doozie from Mark)
said to me when 2014 turned to 2015, "I don't make resolutions for the New
Year. I think it's kinda stupid. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for fresh
starts, new goals etc. etc. but resolutions are generally borne out of some
level of guilt or shame we have about ourselves due to excess. So, I didn't
make one."

"I did however remind myself how important and downright fucking beautiful
it is to have an outlet for something that exists in the DNA of my
DNA. I've fought it for too long and I've hidden it forever but it ain't
going away. They say to kill a monster you have to stop feeding it, and I
get that to a point. Everything in perspective, right?"

"But my "monster" first of all isn't a monster at all and if he is, he's a
very cute, yellow fluffy kind one that lives in the basement and does his
chores, pays his own way and does a lot of work for charity. Why would I
want to stop feeding my beautiful monster? I don't want to overindulge him
to the point of driving him insane, but I don't want to starve him either."

"Even if I tried, he would never die anyway, so what's the fucking point?
So, if I have any semblance of a New Year's resolution, it's to think about
boys' smelly bottoms and sniffing their stinky underpants more this year
than last. Starting with this:"

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BEACH: JACKSON R.

My little friend Jackson, a twelve year old blonde beauty from California,
loved hanging out at Santa Monica beach with the younger boys.

Jackson wasn't interested in girls like many of his same-aged friends were
becoming. He had 'gone out' with one girl, twelve year old Amy, who was
admittedly cute and had expressed a dreamy-eyed crush on him, only to find
out that despite spending his weekly allowance on her on pizza and
ice-cream, she wouldn't let him finger her. Worse than that, when he popped
a boner in his shorts and positioned himself so she could see it, she
turned away from him.

"Some fucking crush you've got on me," he thought to himself.

For a twelve year old boy with hormones raging, as horny as a rabbit-whore
on speed, Jackson was done with girls already. He pretty much ignored all
the interest from the local girls (and he got a lot of it) as well as all
their stupid games of anonymous text messaging like, "my friend thinks ur
hot, wd u go on a date with her?"

"Only if she's gonna suck my cock," he considered responding with. But he
didn't. He ignored them. He had pretty much decided that unless a girl came
straight out with something like, "I'll let you cum in my face if you go on
a date with me," he was done with them. Fuck them. Bitches.

Boys were different. Fuck, they made Jackson horny, especially if they were
younger than him. Living right by Santa Monica beach, Jackson had a
smorgasbord of boys at his disposal - a veritable feast of prepubescent
sexy little boys. Just the thought of sucking their little boners and
licking their asscracks drove Jackson wild.

Noah was no exception. He was only ten years old and had lived in Cali
since he was six. He had told Jackson where he came from but it was a
confusing story which Jackson had since forgotten. It didn't matter to
Jackson anyway, all that mattered was how fucking stunning Noah was to
him. Noah had a very appealing non-specific 'Cali-Asian' quality about him
and Jackson barely went a single day without jacking off thinking about
him.

Jackson wanted to suck him, lick his asshole and to feel his own cock
sinking inside Noah's bottom. When his parents were out and Jackson knew he
was home alone, he would frantically jack off thinking about Noah.

"Ohhhhhh, fuckkkkkk...NO-AHHHHHH," he would scream out as his boygasm
released him from his pent up sexual tension as he imagined his twelve year
old cock buried inside Noah's tight little ten year old boy hole.

Jackson had a major crush on Noah. It wasn't like the crush that Amy had
had on him. Little frigid bitch. No, this was an all out lust-inspired
crush. If Noah popped a boner and positioned himself so that Jackson could
see it just like he had done on his date with Amy, Jackson wouldn't be
turning away like she did, he'd be bending down so fast to suck on Noah's
little bone that you'd see vapor trails on the back of his head.

I loved Jackson like he loved Noah and I loved watching him when he was
around him. Of course, at the time, Jackson had no idea I knew he liked
boys and how much of a crush he had on Noah, but for a boylover who hails
from the dizzy origins of preteen boy loving himself, it was never going to
pass me by. At some point, I was going to use my knowledge of Jackson's
lust for boys to my advantage but for now, it was just beautiful to observe
an emerging, ever-increasing lust develop in a preteen boy-loving boy.

I would take my camera with my 18-300mm zoom lens to the beach and I would
hang out and watch Jackson play with the other local boys, including
Noah. I would look down the long end of my lens and be able to see them
close up despite being far away enough to be nothing more than a speckle to
them.

I loved watching Jackson get all glazy-eyed when he was with Noah. At
times, I would think to myself, "Geez, Jackson, you wanna be careful dude,
he's gonna see you looking at him like that and you'll be busted," but Noah
never noticed. I guess he was young and innocent and didn't have the
baseline I had, but I never missed Jackson's lust for Noah and Saturday
afternoon, July 19, 2014 at Santa Monica beach was no exception.

As I saw a few boys gather around each other in the distance, I caught
Jackson looking at Noah who was stood just to the right of him. Even from a
fair distance away, I could tell Jackson was just staring at him in lust
over his ten year old boy body. I picked up my camera and set my lens to
300mm.

All I could see through my camera was a twelve year old boy so consumed
with lust for a ten year old boy that he hadn't noticed his excitement had
manifested itself in a stonking big boner under his surf suit. Yes, despite
only being twelve years old, Jackson was so consumed by lust that his
little cock was now rock-fucking-hard under his suit.

Jackson's four inch, skinny boy bone was literally sticking right and it
was so obvious. It was so erect, that it was stretching away from his
little boy balls so much so that you could see the outline of each of them
under the crotch seam of his wet suit. It was like, "here's my balls and
here's my erection."

The look on Jackson's face. He was so consumed with lust for Noah that he
was stood there, boned up like a monkey on Viagra just staring at him and
practically drooling. He was holding his cellphone in his hand waiting for
Noah to peel himself out of his wet suit so that he could secretly snap a
pic or two of him bending over and have something to jack off to later
when he was home alone.

It was a beautiful moment in my observation of Jackson's developing sexual
interest in boys and at the time, I realized this may become the
fundamental exhibit I use to my advantage. After all, I'm not sure how
Jackson's friends, frigid Amy or Noah's parents would feel if this photo
became known to them.

In fact, with such powerful "red-handed" evidence of his boylust, I figured
I should be able to use this to "encourage" Jackson into letting me jack
off while I kneel behind him and sniff his sweaty, dirty little smelly
twelve year old ass.

It's just good to have a picture in your pocket for possibilities. Don't
you think?

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ROADTRIP: MAX

Those long road trips I make with my bothers and my 10-year-old nephew, Max,
can be as fun as they are tiring.

Days of heading in one direction for hours on end with only gas station
coffee and pork rinds to keep us going.

It's not healthy but it works.

But I wonder why I am the only one who notices that every time Max falls
asleep he pops a boner in his pajamas.

I mean, I'm sensitized as far as little boys are concerned, for sure, but
fuck...I can't be the only one who notices that little hard thumb-cock
tenting out in his pj's can I?

Or do my brothers notice it and turn a blind eye?

I mean, I'm trying to turn a blind eye too, but it's close quarters in this
car when we bed down for the night and talk about blind eyes, if I turn
over near Max I might just get one.

The amount of times I've thought about secretly pulling those pajamas away
from his tummy so I could just see it.

You know, like once...to have an image in my mind.

To know that I have see Max's 10-year-old erection in the flesh.

So damn difficult in a car of multiple bodies on reclined seats.

If only he would wear loose fitting shorts instead.

Well, today, after 15 hours of driving, he's gonna.

I have a plan.

When I'm rooting in the trunk for bottles of water under all the pork rind
crumbs, I'll find Max's pj's and I'm having an accident with them.

"Ohhh shit, I just spilled my coffee over Max's pajamas and soaked them," I
shouted back into the car.

"Don't worry about it," my brother shouted back, "Max can sleep in his
shorts."

"I was fucking banking on it," I said to myself under my breath as I
stuffed Max's pajamas back into his bag.

"You ain't hiding no boy boners from me tonight you cock-teasing lil'
fuckers," I found myself saying to his pj's like they were some kind
of actual life form.

And Max's loose fitting shorts didn't disappoint.

And neither did Max.

There it was.

Max was asleep, but there it was. A perfect view of his dozing, rock-hard
fatty. Firm as a little Nerf dart, but substantially thicker, not bad for
a ten year old, pink at the tip and ready to please.

The minute I saw it, I knew Max and I were about to know each other's
pee-pee's intimately.  In fact, I offered to babysit the next weekend and
my brother said yes.

But oh my, look at the time. I guess we'll save that for "Smell This 10."

Max is a good boy everybody.

Everybody meet Max.

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SCARECROW: CASEY

"Hey Uncle Dan, Can you help me take my makeup off when we get home?"

I looked up from whatever claptrap I was perusing on Facebook to see my
11-year-old scarecrow running up to me, excited as always to see his
favorite uncle.

I had stopped by the gymnastic studio to pick up Casey for Jon, who had
to run off at the last minute to take his daughter to some other
function. Of course, I was glad to help out. The time I spent with Casey
was so precious and I loved him as if he were my own.

The ride back to the house passed rapidly as Casey chattered away
animatedly about the trophy he won for having the best makeup and costume.
It was a joy to see how happy and proud he was.

Once we got to the house, we went upstairs to Casey's bathroom and I
grabbed the Kleenex face wipes and some cold cream. I sat down on the
toilet seat and pulled Casey up between my spread legs so I could get to
his face.

He was just adorable with all the yellow and brown on his face. I began to
carefully wipe off all the makeup, revealing the hot little stinker
underneath, Casey giggling the whole time because the wipes were tickling
his face.

It was so erotic to be touching his face and his lips with my hands, slowly
revealing the beautiful, freckle-faced angel hiding underneath that mask.
I couldn't help but just let my fingers touch him....skin to
skin....feeling the electricity shoot up into me and cause my cock to get
painfully hard. Surely Casey could see my erection pushing up in my pants,
but if he did, he didn't say anything.

Once his face was clean, I put my hands on his round little bottom and
pulled him up closer to me, tight enough that his scarecrow covered crotch
was pressing against mine.

"Casey, now that your face is clean, do you want to give Uncle Dan a nice
thank you?"  Casey immediately blushed a bright red and flashed me one of
his sexy little smirks.

"Yep Uncle Dan, but only if you are gonna to play some cock games with
me."

As soon as he said it, he blushed even more scarlet and looked down at this
feet.  He was being naughty, but at the same time, he was still a bit
embarrassed knowing what he was suggesting. I was only too happy to comply
with his wishes.

"What should we do first Casey?" I asked him because it was so fucking hot
to hear him ask for the naughty things he wanted.

"Duh..you know Uncle Dan...you know?"

Teasing him a bit more I said " Casey, you know the rules. You have to
tell Uncle Dan what you want".

He huffed a bit hoping I would relent, but seeing that I wasn't going to
change my mind he asked in his shy, quiet voice "Will you kiss me Uncle
Dan?"

Fuck...that was so hot coming out of his 11 year old mouth.....a mouth
that was made for kissing with those nice plump lips of his.....lips that
were still damp and glistening from the cleaning we had just done. Not
wanting to tease him to the point of frustration, I leaned in and gave him
a nice, chaste peck on the lips and pulled back.

Then I got the Casey eye roll....this was not what he wanted and he knew
that I knew it!! "You gotta do it right, like a grown up Uncle Dan!"
God.....that kid could be so sexy, especially when he was being serious.

So I leaned back in and pressed my lips to his and began to brush my tongue
against his mouth, feeling him let his teeth part so my tongue could slide
into his sweet, wet mouth and taste him...taste whatever candy he had been
eating at the gymnastics party.....it taste faintly like grape soda, but
mostly it was just hot, moist boy mouth. Someone was moaning at this point
and I realized it was me moaning into Casey's mouth I was so caught up in
the excitement of the moment.

I could feel him pressing himself more tightly against me and I slipped my
hands down inside his costume and his underwear and just squeezed his hot
little buns. I let my fingers graze along the entrance to his crack,
feeling the heat and the moisture trapped between his cheeks.

His reaction was immediate. He pressed his crotch even harder against me
and pulled back his face from mine...

"Uncle Dan....please do the other stuff.....Please"

"You mean squeeze your ass cheeks like this?" I said and gave his
backside another squeeze for good measure.

"You know Uncle Dan....the cock stuff". He was almost pleading at this
point and I was ready to play the cock stuff myself.

I quickly turned him around and pulled down his costume pants and underwear
and shed my own clothes at the same time and sat back down on the toilet
seat lid. I pulled Casey back against me so that my slimy cock was pressed
up against his crack like a hot dog trying to jump into the bun.

I leaned down and whispered in his ear..."Casey is this what you want? Do
you want Uncle Dan to stick his cock up inside your poop hole?"

Two thing happened simultaneously.....he pressed his naked ass harder
against my cock and hissed out a plaintive "please"....

I knew his pussy was going to be slick and greasy, but to ensure I didn't
cause him too much discomfort, I grabbed the cold cream that was handy and
smeared a glob on my cock and eased the head down between his cheeks and up
against his pussy wrinkle.

God he was so hot and I could smell the stink of all that butterscotch
goodness smeared across his hole.

"Casey, Uncle Dan has his cock ready to go....you know what do to now"
"Just remember to push out like you need to take a big poop so it won't
hurt so much at first. "

And sweet fucking hell.....this kid knew what he wanted!! He pressed
himself back against me and I could feel him straining and bearing down,
trying to open his tight little hole as much as he could.  For a moment it
was as if nothing was going to happen and then I could feel his muscle ring
give every so slightly and slowly my cockhead popped in past his sphincter
and lodged inside his boy pussy.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh........Uncle Dan!"

Casey was whimpering just a bit so I put my arms around his chest and just
held him there and whispered in his ear that I loved him and that he should
just relax. We would go slow and stop if it hurt too much.

After what seemed like hours, he sighed and began to push back against me
slowly, letting my length penetrate his chute and pry open his special
place. He let the breath explode from him once he had backed himself all
the way onto my cock and grunted. I was deep in him and ready to fuck,
but we needed to go at his pace and so I just let my cock soak and simmer
in his wetness.

"Casey...are you ready for Uncle Dan to make you cum?"

His only answer was a nod of his head to proceed...and so the dance began
once again. I pulled him up onto my lap and began to slowly fuck myself up
into his clinging walls. Stimulating those nerve ending all around
his boy hole and battering his love nut with every stroke up into my
precious Casey.

He was almost like a rag doll as he flopped back against my chest and let
me violate his most intimate parts.  I was already so heated up that I knew
this fuck would not last long and I needed Casey to enjoy this as much as
me.

I held one arm across his chest and began to stroke his little cock with my
other hand as I continued to fuck him. God...it never got old....I couldn't
believe that his beautiful, hot boy was sitting on my cock and I was fully
embedded in his ass fucking us both into nirvana.

His 11-year-old dick was starting to come to life with the combined
stimulation of my fingers and the battering his prostate was taking. He was
beginning to moan more audibly and I could feel wetness around his cock,
knowing that he was losing control of his bladder as my cock pressed up
into him...letting dribbles of piss run down across my hand.

I could smell his ass much more sharply now....the smell of a boy's
vagina....the smell of his open hole and the wetness that was coating
my cock shaft with every push up into him.  We were careening toward an
explosive finish........each of us ready to reach that sublime moment when
a man breeds a boy fully and completely.

I was almost ready to nut and Casey was trying to fuck his 4-inch dick up
into my hand to increase the good feelings.  I pushed harder and faster up
into his moist, squelching stinkpit only a few strokes from blasting his
guts with my baby batter when I opened my eyes and saw Jon standing
outside the bathroom door watching me fuck Casey...watching me fuck and
violate his son.......watching for the moment when I would breed his
son........ I don't know how long he had been standing there, but long
enough for him to drop his pants and begin frantically jacking himself to
the scene before him.

That was all it took for me to lose it and force myself up into Casey one
last time and explode....painting his ass walls with my swimmers. I was
so lost in the moment that I honestly don't know if Casey came or not.

He was laying limp against my chest and I could feel the warm paste dribbles
of my nutload beginning to ooze out of his backside and down onto my sack.
Jon had pulled back into the shadows of the hallway giving us a more
private moment.

"I love you Casey....you know that don't you? Uncle Dan loves his
nephew"......Casey's only response was a quiet "mmmmmmm....yeah Uncle
Dan....thanks for playing cock stuff with me"........

"Any ime sweet boy...any time."

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DOGGIE: JACKSON B.

I just imagine being on my knees behind him. He's 12-years-old. Almost 13.
But he's such a sweet boy. You'd swear he was younger.

"Woof," he says, barking like a dog and wagging his tail.

Ohhhh, yes, Jackson. Good boy. Peel your undies down so I can smell your
bottom. That's it, pretty boy. Butt in the air. Just like a doggie. Let's
play Doggie Sniffers.

Jackson giggles. 13 this year. He's been playing this game for a long time.
First with his friend Dommie. Now with me.

That's it, good boy, right under your cheeks there so Uncle Craig can get
his nose deep between your lil sweet cheeks and sniff you.

Ohhhhh Jackson (jacking while sniffing him), you make Uncle Craig sooooo
happy when you let him smell your bottom.

You're such a good boy for Uncle Craig.

You're a good boy for not taking a shower yesterday and you're a good boy
for having a smelly bottom for Uncle Craig to sniff like this.

What's that, Jackson? No...no...you don't have to do ANYTHING...just stand
there and let Uncle Craig run his nose up and down your butt cheeks.

What's that? Why is the floor is shaking? It's because Uncle Craig is so
excited to be sniffing your stinky bottom that he's playing with his boner
but Uncle Craig only has a boner because he loves the smell of your bottom,
Jackson.

Uncle Craig wants to smell your bottom like this every day.

(Jerking) "Oh Jackkkksonnnnn, your little bottom is so stinky, mmmmmmm!"

(Jerking and sniffing like a madman) "Tell me your name..."

"Jackson."

(Jerking and sniffing like a madman) "Tell me how old you are..."

"I'm 12."

(Jerking and sniffing like a madman) "Are you a little boy or a little
girl?"

"What do you want me to be?"

"A boy."

"Okay. I'm a boy then."

(Jerking and sniffing like a madman) "And what am I doing right now?"

"You're sniffing my butt."

(Jerking and sniffing like a madman) "And how does Uncle Craig like your
butt to smell?"

"Stinky."

"Ohhh yeah, good boy. And how does it feel?"

"Nice."

"You can say more, Jackson, if you like. Just say how you really feel. If
you wanna curse, you can. Do you love it Jackson?"

"Yes"

"What do you love?"

"I love it when you sniff my ass."

(Jerking/Sniffing) "Oh yess, good boy, you like it when I sniff your stinky
ass, don't you?"

"Yeah."

(Jerking/Sniffing) "Good boy, say it, say it. Say `sniff my ass' to me..."

(Giggling) "Sniff my ass."

(Jerking/Sniffing) "Mmm, yeah, say it again, Jackson, but tell me what your
ass smells like."

"Sniff my ass. It smells like shit."

(Jerking/Sniffing) "Ohh yeahhh, Jackson. Now I want you to tell me to sniff
your ass, but I want you to say 'fucker' okay?"

"I'm not allowed."

"I just gave you permission. You can say whatever you want and I won't tell
anybody."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

(pauses)

"Sniff my ass, you fucker."

(Jerking/Sniffing) "Yesss...say stinky too..."

"Sniff my stinky ass, you fucker."

(Jerking/Sniffing) "Ohhh yessss, say it with some more cursing, Jackson."

"SNIFF my FUCKING STINKY ASS, you fucker."

(Jerking/Sniffing) "Ohhhhh, Jackson! What a good boy you are for Uncle
Craig!"

(Explodesssssssssssssssssssss. gussssssssshhhhawwwwwwwwwwughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

Breath, breath...breath.

"Ohhhhhhh, Jackson. Good boy. Good boy."

(Jackson smiles). "You like this game, huh?"

"Yeah. A lot."

"You're glad I showed it to you?"

"Really glad. I wanna play it with Dommie, too."

"Maybe." (He smiles coyly).

He stands in front of my naked. His dick is hard.

"We done?"

"Yeah. You can pull them up now. Unless you want head."

"No. I want to fuck you," he says.

My eyebrow goes up.

"You want to fuck me?" I say.

"Yeah," he grins. "Hard."

I shrug. Pull my pants down. I lay on the bed for him. Spread my cheeks.

"Unnngh," I grunt when he goes in a little too hard.

"Oh yeah," he whispers. "This is gonna be good. I can smell you too, you know."

"Good boy, Jackson. Good boy."

My whole ass is tingling and happy.

Jackson's a good boy, everybody.

And it turns out you can teach an old dog new tricks.

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STUDENT: AUSTIN

"is this brad?" read the new text message on my phone.

I inspected the number - unrecognized - and took a swig of my Grande dark
roast at Miller's coffee shop where I'd spent the last four hours wrestling
with the characters of my latest screenplay.

"Yep, who this?" I punched into my phone. Before I could finish typing
another line of dialogue on my laptop, my phone pinged again. Same number.

It read, "jason imma friend of austins".

Austin was a seventh grader at Worlington Heights Middle School. Striking
in his appearance, he was the epitome of boy innocence and beauty. Once I'd
met him, I considered pulling out of teaching him because I wasn't sure I'd
be able to keep my hands off such a hot young boy.

His mother, a single parent, had found me on the internet and was paying me
to give Austin after-school tuition to better his English. A kind and
duteous mother, little did she (or I for that matter) know how horny her 13
year old son was. Unlike her, however, I found out very quickly.

"We don't say, 'They played brilliant,' I told him as I marked up
corrections on his narrative essay about his soccer team.

He looked stunning today and I found myself obsessing over his succulent
reddish-pink lips. "If only I could just gently suck on his bottom lip I
would die happy," I thought to myself.

His hair - which transitioned between blond and dirty blonde - was cropped
short and he had quiffed it with some gel at the front. His pool blue eyes
shone brightly as though they had battery-powered LEDs behind them and they
practically lit up the small study in my house where I held my teaching
sessions.

Austin's choice of clothes always had me drooling. He'd look good in
anything, but Austin was one cool kid. Today, he was wearing a thick, dark
blue AE turtle neck sweater with the AE Eagle logo in white across the
chest. He wore dark blue, Hollister 'destroyed' jeans with cute little rips
and tears in them.

If I had met a cuter example of a just-turned-teen boy I couldn't remember
when it was. I literally ached to smell him. In my bed at night, I would
wonder how smelly his bottom would have to be before I pulled my head away
from him, but in the room, in his presence, I was so sexually captivated by
him that I knew I would sniff his bottom no matter how dirty it was.

I also found myself regularly fantasizing about Austin dangling his sweaty
balls back and forth over my face while he jerked himself off, my nose and
mouth hungry for the salt and vinegar, rancid, acidic tang of his young,
unwashed 13 year old nuts.

I was in awe of him today.

"Have you ever had a blow job?" he suddenly blurted out. I was
floored. Austin could tell he had floored me, probably by the limited gap
between the floor and my bottom jaw. Had a 13 year old boy really just
asked me if I'd ever had a blow job?  A 13 year old who looked like butter
wouldn't melt in his mouth.

"It's okay," he continued, "you don't have to answer me if you don't want
to."

My tongue wrestled with my cotton mouth before finally finding a shape that
would allow me to form words around it.

"Why do you...(clearing my throat)...why do you ask?"

"I've heard other boys talking about it at school but I don't know if it's
true."

"Don't know if what's true?"

"Like...if people do it. If people actually...y'know...suck and
stuff....like if anyone has actually had their dick sucked."

My stomach was turning somersaults. My cheeks felt swollen - frozen - like
someone had gone 'tag, tag' with a staple gun on each cheek.

"Is this something you normally think about when you're doing homework?" My
tummy turned over again.

"I think about it all the time...I just don't know if anyone would actually
suck my dick," Austin said with an innocent interest that just stole my
heart.

"I would say it's pretty typical to feel desperate to have your dick sucked
at your age, Austin," I told him sincerely and if emotional chemistry could
be measured, Austin and I spent the next twenty-five minutes looking into
each others eyes, gazing at our souls. In reality, it was probably
twenty-five seconds, but if a conversation can be intimate and revealing, a
soul-to-soul meditation of someone's eyes can reveal so much more than
words.

I made two more hasty corrections to Austin's essay sans any explanation
and his work was rendered complete for the session. It was time to give
Austin some extra-curricular tuition in the remaining twenty minutes before
his mom arrived to pick him up.

"Stand up," I said to him, my voice softer in tone and a few decibels lower
than my teacher voice.

Austin stood up, his fingers twitching by his sides. He was nervous. He
clenched his fists together twice and then relaxed his hands as if by
releasing the nervous energy through his fingertips.

I lifted myself from my chair - but I didn't stand. I immediately went to
my knees. If it wasn't obvious to Austin before as to why I had asked him
to stand up, I'm pretty sure it was now. I shuffled my left knee across the
parquet floor, followed by my right, each shuffle taking me a foot closer
to Austin until I was right in front of him.

I looked up.

Austin had been looking down at me but when my eyes met his, he looked
away, staring right ahead as if in some way suggesting he hadn't noticed
where I was. His face gave nothing away but what it hid about his feelings,
his heart revealed. It was practically jumping out of him. From my lower
vantage point, I could see his little rib cage expanding and retracting as
though giving life to the white eagle across his chest.

I took a deep breath to catch the beat of my own heart, then lowered my
head once more, the front of Austin's crotch only inches from my face.  I
lifted my quivering hands and tucked the end of my fingers into the top of
Austin's jeans. With my forefingers on the underside of them, I pressed my
thumbs onto the top button of Austin's fly and wrestled it through the
corresponding slit in the fabric of his jeans.

Just fumbling around with the fly of Austin's jeans without any resistance
from him was almost enough to put me over the edge. I mean, I had
fantasized about doing much greater things with him but in reality, in this
moment, I was immersed in one of most erotic situations I had ever
experienced in my life. I was on my knees in front of one of the prettiest
teen boys I had ever seen and he was letting me undo the button on his
fly and he knew I wasn't doing it for any other reason than to get to his
dick.

As the second button popped open, I felt the pressure of Austin's little
thickie press against the underside of his fly. I exhaled as quietly as I
could but it resonated around my small office like the roar of a crowd.

"Sorry, sorry....I'm just getting excited," I mumbled in a half whisper.

"Me too," Austin whispered back as his third button popped open between my
fingers. Austin clenched his bottom cheeks together and tightened his tummy
muscles before letting out a sigh as his rising boybone began to press hard
against his fly.

I knew the forth and final button would pop open by itself if I just pulled
down on either side of his now three-quarter open fly. I gently opened it
up, revealing his underwear underneath them - vanilla blue and gray plaid
boxers.

Austin was all boy.

I pulled harder on his fly and as expected, the forth button popped open
without any thumb-fumbling from me. As it did, I watched in awe as Austin's
concealed and restrained penis journeyed in an anti-clockwise rotation from
its originating six o'clock pressed-down position to an unmistakably proud
presence at the top of the hour.

Fuck! I was on my knees in front of a boy I was entrusted to teach English
to. I had opened the fly on his jeans and his little teenage cock was
sticking up in his boxers behind them as hard as the rocks of Dundee.  I
held out my hands and took the sides of his jeans between my thumbs and
first two fingers and gently unpeeled them from the rise and fall of the
cheeks of his bottom. Once 'over the hump' they slid down his smooth,
hairless legs to his ankles.

I screamed, "fuckkk!" inside my head. I was on my knees in front of a cute
13 year old boy whose jeans were around his ankles and his little bonered
cock tenting out his little boxers.  Austin started to rock gently back and
forth and his breathing got heavier. He dug his thumb of his right hand
into the side of his boxers and pulled them down slightly on one side.

"Oh, Austin," I moaned out gently.

"Please. Please suck my dick," he whispered back.

I tugged down on Austin's boxers, releasing Austin's boymember into the
open room and it looked relieved to finally be free. At least in this
moment, it was the most beautiful 13 year old boy cock I had ever seen,
made all the more beautiful by virtue of the fact that it belonged to one
of the hottest boys on the planet.  Austin's boxers rested under his butt
cheeks, the elasticated waistband holding them against his upper legs.  I
went to tug on them further but Austin dug his fingers into them.

"Don't take them down anymore...in case my mom comes back," Austin
whispered. His words sent shivers through my body. The fact that he knew
what was going on and recognized that it was to be kept as secret as the
launch code to a nuclear missile was erotically intoxicating.

"Okay, cool," I whispered back, "can I just look at it for a while?"

"Yeah."

Despite the hardness of the parquet floor causing spikes of pain through my
knees, nothing short of a tornado was going to get me to my feet.  I knelt
in awe in front of my boy prize, his little cock, firm and hardened before
my eyes. It was beautiful. He was circumcised and the peel of his cut skin
cascaded delicate transitions of a pink and caramel rainbow throughout its
modest length.

He was all of four inches with a proud, pink acorn ahead aloft, outlined
by a violet line around the rim of it - the same violet color as his
little-slit-cumhole.  At the base of it were several whispy "first hairs"
of a teenage boy, hardly present but noticeable enough to say, "I'm a big
boy now."  His no-doubt-recently dropped little hairless balls hung low
under his cock like glass marbles in a netted bag on a display stand and
his right one was lower than his left.

"Fuck," I screamed out in my head. Five minutes ago, I was teaching Austin
the difference between adjectives and adverbs and now he's got his little
cock in my face. His mom was coming to collect him soon. She had trusted me
with his care and I had gotten on my knees and pulled her son's jeans and
boxers down so I could suck his little boycock.

I couldn't believe where I was. Austin was just stood there in front of me
- erect - his hands by the sides of his legs with his fingers curled
under. About seven or eight hairs sprouted some length beyond the embryonic
whispiness of soft little hairs that had started to form over his pubic
area.

I grabbed Austin by his hips and pulled his beautiful four inch boybone
into my face, opening my mouth like I was his docking station and
sucking right down to the base of it - those few stray
pubic hairs tickling my chin and nose as I rolled my tongue around his
throbbing boycock inside my mouth.

He tasted so good - kinda yeasty and young and a little pissy and, being
locked right down to the base of him, I could smell the raw, ripe tang of
those first hairs, sweaty and raunchy as I breathed him in and began to
moan as I gave 13 year old Austin his very first blow job.

As I rolled my tongue around Austin's little boner, I remember thinking I
don't ever want to let go of it. As I was pondering those thoughts, Austin
pulled back and I felt four inches of prime boy bone-in meat slip out of
my mouth, my lips closing to a tip as his acorn head tapered its way
out. It sprung upward and I felt the underside of it press against my face,
wet with my own saliva, as I felt Austin's hands cup the underside of the
back of my head.

I opened my eyes and all I could see was cock. It was pushed right into my
face. I couldn't focus on it but I could feel it and I could smell
it. Tender young, undeveloped little teen boy cock all over my face.

I felt Austin pull himself back a little more and then I felt his slippery
wet acorn touch my lips again. I didn't so much open them as feel him press
inside them, forcefully, surging his torso forward and making sure his cock
went deep inside my mouth in one hard thrust. I felt his hands on the
underside of the back of my head as he pulled me into his groin with a
primeval grunt followed by a heavy moan of appreciation from me.

With my head firmly held in his young hands, Austin dived into a
face-fucking rhythm of thrusting in and out of my mouth. I opened my lips
wider than the circumference of his cock and despite being face fucked hard
now, I managed to shout out in a semi-coherent sexually-induced moan,
"Mmmm, Austin, fuck my mouth! Fuck my face!"

Austin pounded my mouth absent any respect for his English teacher. I was
his. He owned me. All inhibitions together with the tentative pre-play had
gone out of the window and he was fucking my head whether I liked it or
not. I felt his pubic bone slamming against my face as he thrust his cock
into my mouth. "If only he could reach it, he'd be deep throating me now,"
I thought to myself.

I was in awe of him as his young teen cock thrust back and forth into my
heavily salivating mouth. I tried to pull back a few times to catch my
breath but when I did, Austin put more pressure on his hands, stopping me
from pulling away.

He was beginning to bend at his knees, awkwardly shifting on the parquet
floor, restrained by his jeans around his ankles and his boxers around his
upper legs.

"Fuck my mouth, Austin," I moaned out loudly between the thrusting of his
cock inside my mouth.

Austin's breathing got heavier. I could hear him exhaling out of his
nostrils and I managed to raise my eyes to look up at him. His head was
thrown back, his lips pursed and he was breathing heavily as he fucked my
face like a rabbit on crack with his three inch bone.

His breathing began to transfer from his nostrils to his throat. He
whimpered and groaned and grunted and began to release a few "ohhh fucks"
in between. This little 13 year old boy who had struggled to differentiate
between an adverb and an adjective was having no problem knowing how to use
his cock in a mouth for the very first time in his life.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," he moaned. I reciprocated with a moaned-out
verbal thumbs up to him.

"I'm gonna....I'm gonna....I'm gonna.....fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna
cum, I'm gonna cum," he moaned out loud.

With his young, barely-teen cock in my mouth, slowing right down now, I
watched him tip his head from looking up to looking right down at me, his
little hands gripping my head like gun metal magnets.

"I'm cumming," was the last two words I heard Austin grunt his way
through. His breathing slowed in pace but was more intense now and his face
contorted as though he'd been electrocuted. Austin was going into his very
first non-solo climax. I felt a rush of wet warmth splatter across the back
of my throat as Austin threw his head back again with an unrestrained
grunt.

I swallowed quickly. My taste buds exploded like fireworks with the sharp,
almost chlorine-like, salty taste of Austin's 13 year old boy jizz. One
more, no, two...three globs of boyspunk swirled over my tongue like oil on
water before hitting the back of my throat all at the same time. I gulped
down and felt the flood of warm, creamy Austincum sink into my stomach.

Fuck! Austin had orgasmed in my mouth and cum down my throat.

A car pulled up outside and Austin quickly tugged at his boxers, pulling
them up quickly, followed by his jeans.

"Thanks, B," he shouted back at me as I stood at the front door and
watched him walk off with his mom. He turned to me slightly and, with a
cheeky grin on his face that only a young boy could muster, he popped one
of his buttons back into place on his jeans before turning back around and
skipping off ahead of his mom to the car.

The text read, "jason imma friend of austins".

I looked up from my phone and my entire central nervous system shook. My
lust felt so visceral that I thought another coffee-head might see it
oozing from my pores like the steam from Miller's dark roast was rising
from my cup.

Ping.

"he said i mite like to meet u."

And oh God, I did.

I wanted that very, very much.

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REFERREL: JASON

Jason had heard via Austin that you like to give boys blow jobs and you
worried that word seemed to be getting around. At the same time, it was
extremely exciting to you.

"I know loads of boys who are dying to get their dicks sucked," Austin had
told you.

"Send them 'round," you had joked. Austin didn't think you were joking.

Saturday morning there was a knock at your door. You looked out of your
bedroom window down below and could see a young, preteen boy waiting at the
front door.

"Oh fuck," you immediately thought to yourself, "what have you done,
Austin?"

As you inspected the boy - his dirty blond hair almost as dirty as the blue
sweater and dark blue jeans he was wearing, around 12 years old, earring in
his left ear - an electricity surged within you until you were almost
levitating.

"Just look at him," you said out loud to yourself, "dirty little fucker
wants his little COCK sucked!"

You raced to the door so fast you nearly ran into it. Pausing for a moment,
you took a deep breath and ran your fingers through your hair before
opening the door.

"Hi," said the boy looking up at you with the cutest, unbroken voice.

"Hey dude. W'sup?"

The boy spoke in one long breath.

"Er...erm...like...Austin...my friend from school...he said...like...I
could so something and get some money...like wash your car or something."

You passed a reassuring smile to him and he seemed to relax.

"What's your name?"

"Jason."

"How old are you, Jason?"

"Twelve."

"Fuckinghell. When was the last time you took a shower or had your clothes
washed," you thought about saying to him - but didn't.

"Cool. What do you think you'd like to do for money?"

Jason looked to his left, then to his right and started to move like a
penguin on his feet.

"Why don't you come in?" you said opening the door wide for I'm and
stepping back.

Jason stepped inside. As he passed you, you took a look at his little ass
in his scruffy denim jeans. A waft of boy stink followed him into the
house. He smelled stale.

"I'd so sniff that ass right now," you thought to yourself before Jason had
even crossed the threshold. You were feeling particularly horny that day
and you knew exactly what Jason was here for. This was no speculative
visit. This boy wanted his cock sucked and there was no reason to beat
about the bush, so to speak.

"Sit down, Jason," you told him pointing to the sofa.  Jason sat down, put
his hands between his thighs and looked around the room nervously.  You
took the chair opposite him.

"So, did Austin tell you what I could do for you?"

"Well...sorta," Jason mumbled.

"Look at me, Jason," you said to him. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, yeah."

You paused for a moment, looking him up and down. He felt your eyes all
over him but it didn't make him feel uncomfortable. To the contrary, it was
a moment of sweetness where a chemical bond was forged.  Jason knew why he
was here. You knew why Jason was here. Jason knew that you knew why he was
here. You both knew that you'd sucked Austin's cock.

"Would you like me to suck your dick for you?" you asked him outright.

Jason's shoulders folded in as he curled his back over and pushed his hands
deeper between his thighs. He giggled.

"If you don't want me to, it's okay. My car is filthy. I can give you ten
bucks to wash it if you prefer."

"No," he said avoiding all eye contact with you, "I wanna."

"Wanna what?"

"What you just said."

"Jason, look, I don't have time for little games here, bud. Saturday's are
busy for me. You gotta tell me what you came here for."

Nada.

"Jason?"

A pondering and contemplation washed over Jason's smooth, dirty face.

"I want you to do it," he said.

"Do what?"

"Y'know...what you said."

You sighed.

"What did I say, Jason?"

"That you'd suck my dick."

You smiled and nodded.

"Okay, we're getting somewhere now. Good boy. You came here to have your
cock sucked, didn't you?"

Jason contemplates and then gently nods his head as he rubs his hands
between his thighs pressing his legs together.

"Do you have a boner right now?"

"Mmuhum," he mumbled.

"Oh, I bet you get a bigggg, rock hard cock don't you, Jason?"

Jason looked away and giggled, fidgeting in his seat.

You wanted to suck this boy so badly you could've done it right there and
then, but you were horny...dirty...pervy. This was too clean a place to
just suck off a 12 year old boy you just met and bid him farewell five
minutes later.

"Come for a ride with me," you told him. Jason looked up, a little confused
and unsure. "I gotta run a few errands, but on the way, there's a disused
airfield behind some tall trees. We can park up there and I'll give you a
blow job."

Jason smiled. He didn't try to. It wasn't to appease you in any way, it was
simply a product of his excitement. You grabbed your car keys and your
camera and headed out the door.

You pulled up behind the trees and killed the engine. Everything went
quiet. It was as though you had turned the volume down on the whole
world. It was just you and Jason now. This little, cute, scruffy 12 year
old boy sitting on his hands in the passenger seat of your car. And he
stinks.

You got out of the car, walked around to his side and opened the
door. Jason looked up at you - young adorable brown eyes - and stepped out.

"I'm a bit...like...nervous," he told you. An anxious giggle wrapped on the
end of his words like a bow on a gift box.

"You're trying to tell me you're not hard anymore, aren't you?"

Jason fidgeted on the spot, looking around.

"It's okay, you're safe here...nobody comes here only me and a few of your
friends," you reassured him. You took a ten dollar bill out of your back
pocket and held it up in front of him.

"It's time to show me that cute little cock of yours, Jason."

Jason looked around again. His knees bent slightly and then straightened
back up again.

"Just undo your fly and show it to me," you encouraged him, "prove to me
that you want me to see it and suck it for you."

Jason's looked around one more time and then his chin hit his chest as he
looked down on himself, his dirty little thumbs and fingers fumbling with
his zip. He opened it and pushed his underpants underneath himself so fast,
you barely saw his slight of hand.  Jason pressed his fingers into his
jeans to hold his underpants out of the way and used his little thumbs to
steady the cutest, little pink boy peen you'd ever seen.

Right in front of you as you watched in awe, he peeled his thin, sheath of
a foreskin back using one thumb following the other until it stayed back
behind his slick, little thimble head. Gawd, he was small for a 12 year old
boy and it excited you beyond belief. "If I get to suck it, it will be the
smallest 12 year old boy cock I've ever sucked," you thought to yourself.

"Oh, Jason," you exhaled as you looked at your 12 year old, all of four
feet seven, little boy with his tiny dicklet out for you.

"Take off your sweater and your jeans" you said to him, leaning back
against the car with your camera in your hand. You watched in awe as Jason
sprung into high gear peeling himself out of his clothes as fast as he
could as though your words had woken up all his internal horny
whack-a-moles. He was so horny - so desperate to have his little cock
sucked - that he had gone from, "could this be a possibility?" to "fucking
hell, I'm gonna get a blow job right now."

As he undressed himself, Jason's little pink peen transitioned from a
squishy little babycock to a full throttle preteen fuckstick faster than a
knife fight in a phone booth.

Fuck...this kid looked incredible hard. It was unbelievable how much his
little prepeen grew...and then as quickly as it hardened, it drooped back
to a little softie and sunk into his well-worn, blue and white, "Active
Sports" briefs which didn't quite fit him properly but to your advantage -
they sort of hung low underneath him with a gape and you could see inside
them and it was such a tease.

His little cock was now concealed behind the front of them but you could
clearly see his pink, hairless boy balls in the gape and it was driving you
wild.

"Oh, gawsh, Jason, you're so hot," you exclaimed.

Jason's giggle left an endearing smile on his dirty little face.

"Do you jerk off?"

"What?"

"Y'know, do you jerk off when you're in bed?"

"Yeah," Jason muttered quietly as though he might be overheard by some
imaginary appropriate adult.

"Oh, yeah, Jason, good boy, show me how you do it," you said to him as you
tugged down on his cute, dirty little underpants. You watched, as he
proudly showed you how grown up he is as he jerked his little cock back and
forth without any inhibitions.

"Oh, come on you horny little fucker," you said to him opening the car
door, your excitement beaming across your face. "Sit across the seat and
lean back."

Jason awkwardly rustled back into the car, leaning his back on the spur of
the passenger seat. His underpants had folded themselves back up and his
rock hard preteen bone was pressing against the inside of them causing them
to open at the top.

"Ohh yeah, Jason," you said, "look how hard you are, boy!"  Jason laughed,
fidgeted in the passenger seat and came to rest in a somewhat comfortable
position.

"Oh, show me that big boner of yours," you said to him.

Jason dug his thumb of his left hand into his underpants and
pulled them down under his cute, tight, hairless, crinkled little nutsack
and his hard-as-steel boyrod sprung up to full attention. You still
couldn't believe how such a little pink peen could get so big.

"You're cock's so fucking big!" you said to him.

Seconds later, you could feel the slick sheen of Jason's turtle head in the
back of your throat as you went down on him in the car giving him his first
ever blow job - a ten dollar bill gripped between the fingers of your right
hand.

Before you had the chance to savor the rank smell of boy coming from him,
it was not but a few seconds later that you felt Jason's rock hard boybone
pressing into the roof of your mouth as you heard him draw breath fiercely
through his teeth. You moaned a reassuring, "it's okay, cum for me" noise
onto his cock and felt Jason's hands come down onto your head. He wasn't so
much trying to hold you down as push you away, the internal preteen
conflict of "I-want-it-but-I-don't" so present in the moment.

Jason's breathing slowed, his hands relaxed on your head and with one long
exhale from his nostrils, this dirty little 12 year old boy was putty in
your hands and dry cumming in your mouth. It had taken about twenty
seconds.

"Did you like that?" you asked him as you let his tart-tasting, pissy
little bone slip out of your mouth. Jason smiled and nodded. His little
peenie jerked all by itself, a happy post-cum muscle contraction

He pulled up his underpants with his right hand and with his left, he
snatched the ten dollar bill out of your hand.

"Can we do this again?" he asked.

"Any time you want, sexy," you told him.

Jason's a good boy everybody.

Everybody meet Jason.

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ANYTHING: TREY

I knew Trey, my 10 year old nephew, had recently started jacking off.

When he stayed over, I would stand behind the door of the guest room where
he slept.

He didn't do much sleeping some nights.

Gawd, did he love to jack off a lot.

All those noises I could enjoy through the door.

The shaking of the bed.

His little whimpers.

Damn, Trey liked to abuse my guest room bed.

Sometimes I could hear him just fucking the mattress.

I would be standing behind the closed door, stroking myself in my jeans.

I hatched a plan.

Last Saturday he stayed over.

He looked cute as hell in his little red teeshirt and blue jeans with an
elasticated waist.

He was small for his age and my sister took advantage of it with his
clothes.

And I wasn't going to complain.


"The guest room is out of use this weekend, bud," I told him, "you're gonna
have to sleep on the sofa."

I couldn't believe it. It was less than 2 minutes after I turned the lights
off that I head Trey starting to play with himself.

On my sofa!

Cheeky little dick!

That smelly sticky little boycock all over the fabric!

No respect!

He deserved for me to see him!

I crept slowly back into the room.

>From the minimal light that cut through the window blinds, I could see he
was lay on his side on the sofa facing the back of it.

As my eyes got used to the light, I could see that Trey had his jeans
pulled down around his legs and his teeshirt pulled up and I could see his
left arm moving.

Damn, this kid never stopped wanking that little thing.

All over my fucking sofa. WTF?

He was cheeky...and right now in more ways than one.

I crept towards him, slooowwwwwwly, until I was right up to him. I got down
on my knees.

He was so preoccupied with his horny little dick, I'm not sure he'd have
heard me approaching him even if I was a one man band with a fucking drum
kit and a kazoo attached to me.

Ohhh, his bum looked so cute, though.

Small and round and milky white.

His cheeks clenched, then relaxed, then clenched...sorta flinching...as he
jerked his little preteen pecker.  Fucking jerking off on my sofa?

Cheeky little kid. He had balls, I'd give him that.

I got out my phone, pointed it right at him, then turned my
flashlight app on so Trey and I could see each other.

"Caught you!" I challenged him.

Trey was speechless.

"I caught you jerking off on my sofa, dude."

"No, no...please, Uncle B, don't tell my mom, please...I'll do
anything!"

"You'll do anything?"

"Yeah...please don't tell my mom."

"Would you...mow my lawn?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever..."

"Would you let me have your Call of Duty game?"

"Yeah, yeah...take it."

"Would you let me smell your ass?"

"What?"

"I said, would you let me smell your ass?"

Trey searched for words by looking around the room. Came up with nothing.

"Okay, so turn around...as you were...face the other way."

Trey started to rotate himself around again.

"But why do you wanna---"

"No questions, remember..."

"Yes."

"Yes, SIR!"

"Yes, sir."

"Now pull your jeans down like they were when you were jacking off, and
lift up your teeshirt again."

I stood up, turned the living room light on, then got back into position
kneeling at the sofa behind Trey and his little, tender, round bottom.

And then I sniffed him.

I got between Trey's bottom cheeks...

...and I sniffed his butt.

It was sticky and smelled sharp, like a well-aged Artisan cheddar cheese.

"Ohhh gawsh, Trey," I blurted, "Your bottom STINKS!"

I put my hand down my jeans and started stroking my boy hungry cock in
quick rhythm.

"Ohhhh, it's so smelly," I mumbled between Trey's 10 year old butt cheeks
as I jacked off frantically inside my jeans."

"I'm smelling your bottom, Trey! I'm sniffing your stinky little
asshole...and it fucking stinks, dude!...

...Ohhhh, your ass is so...fucking...smelly, Trey."

"Oh-emm-gee," he mumbled into the back of the sofa. "Oh-emm-gee!"

"Ohhhmmmmmm, I can't believe how smelly your bottom is, Trey," I said as I
continued to jack myself.

"Oh-emm-gee! Oh-emm-gee!"

Sniff sniff. Jack jack.

"Moooohhhhhhyeaaaa," I cried out as I filled up my boxers inside my jeans.

Such a smelly little bottom.

I'm so glad I put the guest room out of order.

Trey's a good boy everybody.

Even now, I put a finger down my own pants, slide it through my crack and
take a deep, happy sniff, pretending it's him.

Everybody meet Trey.

I wonder who we're going to meet next.

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