Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2012 14:39:48 +1000 From: Daryl Walker <azsniffer@gmail.com> Subject: The Odd Job Boy The Odd Job Boy azsniffer@gmail.com Please email me any opinions, grateful to have your comments I had moved into the new house about six months earlier, after relocating for a job in a regional Australian city. The job was good, but life in a smaller town wasn't easy to get used to. Life was quieter in all sorts of ways. There didn't seem to be an active gay scene, and I was reticent about going to the obvious beats and toilets, as I didn't want to get a reputation locally. So I saved my escapades for business trips to the capital city, and while I was at home I ended up using my right hand a lot. Porn, cam to cam, dvds and so on. I like masturbating - a lot - but nothing substitutes for the real thing, particularly with what I'm interested in, which is the dirtier side of sex. I suppose I should tell you a little bit about myself. I'm 45 years old, and I am a business manager for a local law firm. I was trained as a lawyer, but the business and management side interested me more, and the hours were more reasonable, so I've found a great job with plenty of time off - but unfortunately, no-one to spend it with. I'm fairly tall, well muscled and strong, but I could lose a few pounds. I'm not fat, but I definitely have love handles and I suppose I'm ageing into a dad figure. I'm moderately hairy, I can't stand men and boys who shave everything. As far as I'm concerned we're men, and we should look and smell like men, not boys or women! Anyway, that's just a personal opinion and a small complaint. There are plenty of real men in this typical Australian town, so I should just relax and enjoy the eye candy that I like. Getting back to me, I am balding, so I have a buzz cut. No tattoos or piercings - not interested - and that's about it. As far as more personal details, I have a fairly thick cut 7 inch penis, big dangling balls (reminding me more and more of my father as I get older), and fuzzy buttocks with a bit more fur the deeper you get into my crack, not that anyone has done that for me lately. I like fucking and being fucked, I get a bit frustrated by 'top' and 'bottom' roles. And I like dirty sex. I love the way real men smell. If I get a whiff of a ripe armpit from a guy in a singlet in the local shopping centre I get hard. I love the smell of cock, particularly of the uncut variety. Most men my age in this country are circumcised, so the few times I've been with younger guys I've enjoyed smelling and sucking their uncut penises. But most of all, the smell and taste of ass does it for me. I don't really know why. When I was a teenager, way before the internet, the only signs of gay life in the suburb where I lived was graffiti in local public toilets. I used to stop off at one on my way home from school, and jerk off the to stories and crude pictures etched into the wall. The danger and thrill of being in a place like that was added to by the accumulated smell of sweat, piss and shit from hundreds of men. There were snail trails of old dried semen where men and boys (including me) had jerked off against the wall. Sometimes I found balled up wads of toilet paper glued together with cum. There seemed to be shortages of toilet paper from time to time, because one or two men had used their fingers to wipe their ass after a shit and then wiped their fingers on the wall. So the fusion of adolescent hormones, a filthy location, and the detritus of hundreds of horny men seemed to have focused me from an early age onto the dirtier side of male sex. None of which I had had since I had been here! As I mentioned, I wanted to avoid the local beats and toilets, as it was obvious these were watched by police and gossiping locals. The internet is fun, but there's not that much dirty porn out their, and although jerking off and talking dirty on cam is also fun, you can't smell or taste the other guy, so my desires were only partially satisfied. On the weekend I usually didn't have a shower, letting the grime build up, and I enjoyed my own body and its scents when I masturbated. I really love the smell of my own ass, and I've been fingering it and sniffing when I jerk off since I was about 14. It is pretty hot to share this kind of stuff with a likeminded guy, even if it is via a camera. Once or twice I've even had a mutual shit on cam when I've been really turned on, and I've found a guy who's in the same frame of mind and ready to go. If I'm feeling really horny, I even jerk off with my shit as lube, and I cum so intensely when I do that it's indescribable. But these episodes aren't that frequent, and I always feel a little guilty and ashamed of this behaviour, until the desire slowly builds up again and I need it badly. I hadn't had much of a chance to do any work on the house, which I had planned to renovate in my spare time. Although I had good intentions, after work and on weekends I just wanted to relax. So my new house, although pleasant, needed a fair bit of work done, and the garden as well. All in all it was a big job, and I would probably never get around to starting it let alone finishing it, by myself. I needed to get some help. I had asked around at work, but no-one seemed to know anyone who would be interested or available. Professional painters and gardeners seemed like too much expense, what I really needed was a handyman who I could help. The local newspaper didn't seemed to have anyone who fit the bill, so I just put the whole matter on the back burner and forgot about it. Then one Friday afternoon, I got home from work in the late afternoon and collected the mail from the mailbox, and sat down with a coffee to go through the mail. Mostly bills, of course, but tucked in there was a small photocopied flier which I almost through into the bin until the word 'handyman' caught my eye. "Need a handyman or any work done in your home or garden" My name is Carl, and I'm an experienced handyman. I'm taking a year off school before I go to Uni, and I have started up a handyman business this year to earn some money. I'm only 18, but I'm very experienced, my Dad and Grandpa taught me everything I know. If you need help with painting, cleaning, renovation, gardening and much more, I'm your boy. Call me on ........ Well. That sounded useful, and a little intriguing also. I could use all of those skills, and I also wondered if any other skills were slyly being offered. At the very least, it would be good to have someone to help me to get the house up to scratch. So I called the mobile number Carl had provided. "Hi, it's Carl" a young voice answered. "Hello Carl, this is David Anderson speaking. I'm new in town and I found your advertisement in my letter box this afternoon, I could use some help fixing up a few things around the house and garden." "Hi Mr Anderson, thanks for calling! That was quick, I only did the letter box drop this morning. So, what sort of work do you need help with?" "Pretty much everything, mate. I've been here a few months and there's a lot that needs doing. I could probably keep you occupied for a few months! I guess first, I could do with a hand clearing the garden and getting it looking better. After that, there's sanding and painting, and a few odd jobs around the house, renovation and other stuff." "Well Mr Anderson, that's my line. Odd job boy and handyman, right up my alley! When would you like me to come around?" I had to say, I liked his turn of phrase. We discussed terms, and he arranged to come around the following morning at 10am for an appraisal. ***** I got up early, had a shower and ate breakfast. At 10 on the dot, I heard a car pull up out the front of the house. A few seconds later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a young, slender scruffy looking young man, boy really, on the doorstep. He smiled at me. "Mr Anderson? I'm Carl, nice to meet you." He extended his arm and we shook hands. "Please, call me David, or Dave" I replied. Carl was very pleasing to the eye. He was a few inches shorter than me, and whippet thin. Slightly wavy gold hair, very fair, with a few freckles over his nose and cheekbones. He eyes were brown, and he had long dark lashes and a shy but confident smile. I liked him already. "Are you sure that's ok Mr..., I mean David? My Dad and Grandpa raised me to be respectful and I'm used to doing what they say." He looked a bit worried so I reassured him. "It's ok mate, and look, you're in your own business now, you're the boss, so I think you can assume it's ok!" I laughed. "Come inside, and we can talk about the work. I've just made a pot of coffee, would you like some?" Carl came and we discussed the work over severe cups of coffee. There was a lot of work to be done and he seemed to have a good range of skills. He told me a little about himself, how his mother had left his father when Carl was only a baby, and how he had been raised by his father and grandfather. They seemed to be a fairly self sufficient family, and Carl was a jack of all trades, and could handle straightforward plumbing and electrical problems as well as painting, carpentry and gardening. Which reminded me, as well as the gardening, I had woken to find my toilet wouldn't flush, so after we had a look around the garden I would ask him if he could fix that right away. As we walked out the back, I had an appreciative look at his firm muscled ass clad in a tight pair of work shorts, and his nicely shaped legs with long socks and work boots showing off his big calf muscles. All this handyman stuff from a young age had given him a good body. He was wearing a T shirt and although it was still mid morning, it was hot and he already had rings of sweat under his armpits. As we walked out into the yard I got a whiff of his clean young male sweat. My cock stiffened and I had to surreptitiously adjust myself as I walked behind him, so it wouldn't be obvious I had a rude erection jutting from my tracksuit pants when he turned around. We reached the end of the yard, which was pretty large and protected from the neighbours by large tress and bushes all around, and he didn't seem to notice, so I relaxed and we talked about the large amount of work that need to be done. I noticed Carl was shuffling from foot to foot so I asked him if anything was wrong. "I was wondering if I could use your toilet Dave, I need to pee, must be all that coffee" I was about to say yes, of course, when I remembered it was broken, and I told him. "Ok, well, I'm bursting, would it be ok to have a pee down here by the fence? I don't think anyone will see." "Sure" I said, "I'll just go inside to give you some privacy", and I walked back up the the house. I could see him out through my kitchen window, and although he looked around when he got to the the fence, he didn't look over his shoulder back at the house so I stayed still and decided to watch. After looking around, he pulled his pants down to his ankles and started pissing up against the fence! I guess his shorts didn't have a fly. He wasn't wearing any undies, so I got a great view of his tightly muscled butt as he pissed, and I smiled at the boyishness of him spraying patterns against the fence with his urine, unselfconsciously enjoying himself. After a long piss (and I didn't get to see his cock) he pulled his shorts back up, and looked around again, and then put the fingers of his right hand to his nose and sniffed them, this being the hand he had held his cock in. He seemed to take his time about it and enjoy it too. He wandered back up to the house, by which time I had busied myself washing the coffee cups in the sink. I notice he didn't ask to wash his hands, but that was fine by me. I asked him if he would mind taking a look to see if he could fix the toilet before he left, and he said that was fine, so I showed him the way. As I pointed out the door, I suddenly remember that because I had been unable to flush the toilet, the large turd I had dumped in there was still resident in the bowl. "Shit!" I exclaimed, "I'm sorry Carl, I just remembered I wasn't able to flush the toilet after I...used it." I finished up, embarrassed. It was too late to warn him anyway, as he had already walked into the small pom and noticed what was in there for himself. He quickly reassured my it was ok. "Don't worry Dave, this sort of thing happens all the time, I don't mind, and I can fix it for you." He filled a bucket from the tap in the bath, and flushed the toilet with that. He then went to work on the cistern, and soon had the problem fixed. This involved a fair bit of leaning and squatting, and was a good opportunity for me to enjoy the glimpses of his butt crack as he worked, with the excuse that I might learn to fix it myself if the problem recurred. I noticed that there seemed to be some fine, slightly matted blond fuzz peeking out of the top icy or so of his ass crack that came into view as he bent and squatted. I was finding it hard to control my arousal, but he was young enough to be my son, and was apparently oblivious to his effect on me, so I just instructed my cock to behave and thought of other things. It wasn't easy though, and a thousand plumber porn scenarios filled my mind. Carl did ask to wash his hands after this, and I let him into the bathroom as I waited outside. The bathroom is opposite my bedroom door, and you can actually see a reflection of the room from a dressing mirror opposite the room entrance. I stepped into my room, telling him I would find some money for a downpayment. I could see him in the mirror in my room, reflected as he was standing at the sink. He didn't know he was being watched. He must have been sweaty and itchy, because he dug a couple of fingers into his ass crack and rubbed the lining of his shorts against his anus. I think I might have even heard a little grunt of pleasure. He then had a quick look around to see if I was near (he didn't see me) and then he sniffed his fingers deeply, obviously appreciating the scent of his sweaty asshole through his shorts. I was beginning to think there might be a way of having some fun with this young man! He quickly washed his hands, and I came into the hallway to give him the downpayment for his work. I noticed from the corner of my eye that now he was the one struggling to conceal a boner, which was not easy in a skimpy pair of work shorts. I pretended I hadn't noticed, and smiled to myself as I walked him to the door and said goodbye. From Monday, he would spend the next week working in the garden while I was at the office. ****** I worked quite long hours the following week, and I didn't run into Carl at all as he left before I got home. However, there was ample evidence of his work, with the garden looking better than it probably had in years. I had given him a spare set of keys to the house so he could get something to eat and drink, and use the bathroom, and everything seemed to be going well. On the Thursday of that week, I got home and went into the laundry, so I could dump a load of washing in. The week's work clothes were all in the laundry bin, and I usually throw my socks and undies in first, with my shirt on top of those. I was a bit surprised to see my undies were sitting on top of the white shirt in the basket, not underneath. They were white boxer briefs, which I usually always wear, and they were pretty dirty, with a faint skid mark from my ass on display. I picked them up, wondering if I had reversed my usual behaviour, and brought them up to my nose for a sniff. One of life's greatest pleasures is sniffing your own soiled underwear. As I put my nose to them I detected a small stiff crust of what could only be dried semen. Carl, I thought. he's been jerking off into my undies! The little pig! This turned me on in a major way as you can expect, so I thought I might may a little trap for my hardworking friend. I took my current pair off, which were equally dirty, and lay them next to yesterday's pair, both skids proudly on display. I would try and catch the little bugger in the act tomorrow, I knew he was coming over in the afternoon to work in the garden again. I quickly did all my work the next day, so I could get home to spy on my little friend. Around mid morning, as usual, I needed to take a dump. I love going to the toilet at work for a break, and to enjoy shitting in peace. The sensation and smell get me going, and I've been known to wank once or twice in the toilet, I particularly loved cumin at the moment my anus pinched off the end of a large, firm turd. Not today though, I didn't have the time and I also hoped for more mutual enjoyment later in the day. I didn't wipe more than once, enough to pass superficial hygiene awareness at work, and also the source of the regular skid marks on my undies. I did have a scratch of my balls after I wiped, and my fingers smelled of sweat, musk, a hint of shit - the scent of the real man in his prime. Good enough for later on, I thought, to teach this young boy a lesson. I knew Carl would start at 1pm, so I parked my car around the corner from my house where he probably wouldn't see me, and I waited. He was there on time, and hopped out of his work van in apparently the same pair of shorts he had been wearing the previous weekend. I watched him open the door and let himself in, and after a couple of minutes I quickly walked to the same door and quietly let myself inside. At first I could hear nothing, but then I realised he was in the bathroom making some soft noises. I tiptoed down the hallway and quietly peeked around the bathroom door. Carl sat spreadeagled on the toilet, legs apart, shorts puddled at his ankles, with one hand clasping a pair of my dirty undies to his face and the other wrapped around a rigid teenage cock. I enjoyed the sigh for a few more seconds, and then strode into the room. "CARL!" I yelled. "What the fuck do you think your doing?!" Well, he literally almost shat himself. His entire body gave a huge start, and he nearly slipped off the toilet seat. He dropped my undies, and his cock, and stuttered and shuddered, then tried to cover up his huge erection, and his face, and then he folded over and started sobbing with fear. I started to feel as if I had gone a little too far now, the poor boy was terrified and humiliated, and he was shaking and sobbing. I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder, which he flinched away from. "Shhhhhh" I murmured, stroking his shoulder. "It's ok, you haven't done anything wrong." I squatted down to try and get him to look at me, but he was crying with shame and fear. I patted his shoulder while he sobbed, and suddenly he lurched forward and hugged me, and we both rolled onto the floor. I sat him up and we faced each other. "Mr Anderson, I, I...I's so sorry" he spluttered. "I don't know what to say, I couldn't help myself, I get so horny at work sometimes and I......" He started sobbing again and pressed his face to my shoulder. "You won't tell anyone will you?" He finally plucked up the courage to look at me, and his eyes were pleading with me to keep this between him and me. "Carl, it's ok" I said. "I sort of suspected you might be doing something like this, you left a little, shall we say, calling card on my undies, and they weren't in the usual place yesterday. So I thought I'd try and catch you red handed!" I spoke in a light joking manner, so he could hopefully see I wan't angry. "I won't tell anyone, and I'm not upset" I continued. "In fact, I think it's kind of cute." He looked up at me with hope in his eyes. I leaned over and gently kissed the tears from his eyes, and worked my way over his downy cheeks, tasting the salty tears with my tongue, and started kissing him softly on his lips. His eyes open wide, then he surrendered himself into the kiss, opening his mouth and sucking greedily on my tongue as it entered his mouth. His cock had recovered from the fright, and jutted hard against my leg as we kissed passionately on the bathroom floor. I picked up the pair of dirty undies from the floor, and pulled back from his face. I smiled a little, and then closed my eyes and deeply inhaled the scent of my ass from the stained pair. I opened my eyes to see Carl looking at me with lust and amazement. I smiled at him. "Hey son" I said quietly, "You're not the only one around here who likes it dirty. Let's have a look at those shorts of yours." I peeled the shorts off him, they were down at his ankles, and turned them inside out and we both inspected them. Carl had indeed only warn these shorts for the last week, and with no underwear either. They were deeply stained long the seam, which he obviously enjoyed rubbing into his crack with his fingers. I had a sniff, and was rewarded with the complex smell of teen male sweat, balls, and layers of shit stains old and new. My cock was throbbing to be released in my business trousers. I gave the shorts back to Carl and instructed him to enjoy them while I stripped off. His eyes were huge as I quickly divested myself of my clothes. I stripped off my white boxers, rubbed them in my own crack and tossed them to him as well. Carl looked as if he was in heaven. He held both smelly articles of clothing to his nose and huffed in the scents of boy and man greedily. "You wanna see where those skids came from Carl?" I asked him, my voice thickened with lust. He nodded, and was obviously too nervous and excited to speak. I stood up and helped him up as well, then sat him back down on the toilet seat. I turned away from him so he could see my meaty ass cheeks, covered in a pelt of dark wiry hair. I leaned forward and teasingly spread my ass cheeks, parting them so he could see the filthy glory of my barely wiped anus. I could smell myself and how dirty I was. I shuffled back a small step or two, and before I knew it Carl thrust his face in between my hairy buttocks. He sniffed and snorted like a little pig in heaven. It felt so good. I pushed back a bit harder with my ass into his face, and felt the first few tentative licks from his tongue, as he tasted my dirty hole and filling his nostrils with my unwashed and unclean scent. Soon he was eating and sucking on my buttonhole like he was born to it, and who knows? Maybe he was. I might have given him a fright, but clearly this boy was no innocent. I let him clean me out, enjoying the softness of his lips and tongue on my own sensitive nether regions. After I judged he had cleaned me up, I turned around and bent down to sniff and kiss his mouth. I've always loved smelling my own dirty ass on another man's mouth, it is so fucking hot. We kissed again and I could taste the ripe gaminess of dirty ass on his tongue. I stood up again, and brought my erect penis to his lips. At 7 inches I'm not huge, but it is a pretty thick cock and I have fun with it. My only complain is that I am circumcised - my parents choice, not mine. I pushed my cock into Carl's willing mouth, and fucked it gently while he sucked me with an expertise that surprised me. He had definitely done this before too. In fact he was so good at it, I had to pull out before I came in his mouth and ruined the fun too early. "Carl, I want to fuck you. I'm so hard, I wanna fuck the shit out of you boy!" I moaned. "Dave, I want to feel you in me, please daddy!" he gasped as he realised what he said. I smiled and told him "It's ok son, daddy's here to help and make you feel real good inside." I got him to straddle the toilet seat, so his ass was facing me. There was no way I was going to fuck this teen's hole before tasting it. I spread his lightly furred golden muscled globes and spread them. I was rewarded by the sight of a tightly clenched, light furred and filthy asshole. Obviously, teenagers still didn't pay a lot attention to bathing, which was fine by me. The pale hair around his anus was crusted with shit, and there were a couple of hairs matted with what looked like tiny clumps of toilet paper stuck in there. This was the type of ass I craved! The stench of shit and bitter male sweat hit my nostrils and acted like a drug. I sniffed deeply, and plunged in. I could taste this shit on his asshole, the sweat from several hard days work and the horny pheromonal muskiness of the young male human. I chewed on the ass hairs, clean them, biting off the tiny chunks of old shit and paper and swallowed them. I cleaned his filthy hole and worked my way in deeper with my tongue. Soon I could taste the sweet smell of his rectum as his anus relaxed, softened and started to open up. By this time Carl was bucking and moaning and thrusting his butt at me like a wild colt. When I judged the time right, I pulled my mouth away from his ass and stood up, wiping my face with the back of my hand. I spat onto my cock, and positioned the head at the entrance of his ass. As I'd already loosened and lubricated it from a vigorous rimming, I gave one quick thrust and I was buried to the hilt of my cock into his tight hole. God it felt good! He felt feverishly hot, and I could feel something inside with the tip of my penis, so he was reasonably full inside. I grabbed his ass cheeks with my hands and started pounding his asshole firmly and with military precision. He gave little moans with each thrust, and his hard cock slapped against his belly as I fucked him. I pulled out a little and saw my cock was lightly streaked with his shit. This intensified my excitement and I started fucking him even harder. I could feel my balls tighten as an orgasm approached. I picked up the rhythm, and he pushed his firm little ass back at me, guessing I was close. "Fuck me Daddy!" he yelled, and that did it for me. I spewed load after load of semen into his ass, deep juddering bursts with each thrust and I yelled too as I came. I gave one last thrust, and pulled my engorged cock from his shithole. My cock glistened with ass mucus and a small piece of teen boy shit balanced on the tip of the head, before surrendering to gravity and sliding off onto the floor. I was drenched with sweat, and the room stank like a public toilet. Carl twisted around from his uncomfortable position straddling the toilet, and sat down on the seat. He looked exhausted, but not sated. His cock was still rock hard, and it was begging for attention from his new daddy. I kneeled in front of him, and for the first time had a good close up view of his penis. It was slender and stiff, like only a teen erection can be. He was uncut, and the tip of his cock poked through the foreskin, leaking a small trail of clear pre-cum. I gently peeled back the skin and Carl gasped. He was no cleaner at the front than the back. A healthy build up of smegma was apparent under his foreskin, and the ripe stench reminded my of change rooms and teen masturbation sessions. I took the head of his penis into my mouth, and taste the cheese as well as the tang of old urine. I quickly cleaned off these goodies as I slobbered over his cock, and he leaned back against the wall and arched his back to get his cock further down my throat. I knew it wouldn't take him long, but what happened next did surprise me. Carl started grunting and straining, as if he needed to open his bowels. And that's exactly what he was doing. As I sucked his cock and brought him close to a climax, he was losing control. Spatters of my cum splurged out of his gaping asshole and painted the insides of the toilet bowl. I could smell my semen and the smell of shit. I sucked harder, and his almost hairless balls started to lift and tighten. As the first small droplet of cum hit my tongue, he gave a huge grunt, and shat mightily into the toilet, his turds lubricated by the copious amounts of my semen that had filled him. At the same time, thick gobs of teen cum hit the back of my throat, as the boy simultaneously ejaculated and defecated in a noisy rush. Carl slid off the toilet into my embrace, and we both lay there, panting and exhausted for now. I was very pleased with my choice of odd job boy.