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This story and all others in this series are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. It depicts acts of a homosexual nature and includes frank descriptions of raunchy sexual behavior. If you are under age or offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further.
Discovering Mansmells 2
Paulie woke up earlier than normal, especially since it was Saturday. His morning wood seemed even bigger today fueled by his newfound appreciation of mansmells. He could barely believe what had happened yesterday. A million thoughts had been running through his head since he and his father met in the garage. No matter how hard he tried to relive that moment, nothing came close to the real deal. And though every detail was still fresh in his mind, he knew the missing element was the smell of unwashed manhood and ass trench.
No school meant he had all weekend to see if anything had changed between him and his dad. He certainly hoped it hadn't. He'd know soon enough since his dad, Leon, didn't work weekends either. His mom was always busy with shopping and errands on Saturday, so he and his dad would have the majority of the day to themselves.
Paul heard the garage door opener rumble to life under his feet. He jumped out of bed and shot over to the window to see his mom backing out of the driveway. She always liked to get an early start to beat the weekend crowds at the market. With mom out of the house, Paulie couldn't wait to find his dad. But, he had to try and get rid of his boner first.
He ran to bathroom to drain the quart of piss he was sure was contributing to the problem. But, how the hell was he ever going to piss when he could practically drive nails with his rampant stiffy? Somehow, he managed to get a weak stream going. As his stream gained strength and began splashing against the bowl, he could smell the pungent aroma coming from his concentrated, strong morning piss. His nose was also picking up musky hints emanating from his sweaty, teenage ball bag. As both smells flooded his olfactory system, neither did anything to help with his boner that was returning with a vengeance. Oh well, with a mind of its own, he knew he'd have to just let it go down when it was damn good and ready.
Throwing on the loosest pair of boxers he could find to try and disguise his almost 6 inch woody, Paulie bounded downstairs. Leon was sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee and playing Solitaire on his I Pad. He was a hairy man. And it was never more obvious than when he was sitting around in his boxers and tank top. Hair protruded from every side of the loose fitting tank. A large tuft peaked from between Leon's beefy pecs as well as the top off his broad back. His bushy pits were obvious even with his arms to his sides. And Paulie knew all too well that the thick hair covering his dad's legs didn't stop when it reached his loose fitting shorts.
The kitchen table was a little too big for the room. So, Paul had to squeeze past his dad to get to the fridge for his morning juice. No matter how he turned he was sure to brush up against his dad. He passed as quickly as he could hoping his dad couldn't feel his still-enlarged cock straining against the thin layer of fabric covering his junk. Leon chuckled a `good morning' to his son acknowledging the awkward contact. Paul blushed realizing he hadn't succeeded in keeping his morning wood a secret from his dad. With another chuckle, Leon stood up from the table to grab another cup of coffee. Paulie stared as his dad turned toward him sporting an obvious tent in his own boxers. Father and son laughed again realizing that mansmells weren't their only shared affliction in the morning.
Leon slapped his son on his tight, young muscle-butt asking what he wanted to do today. Paul said he didn't have any big plans but wanted to get a haircut. Leon said he could use a trim too. Leon and his son had been going to the same barber, Joe, for years. Leon and Paul had even gone hunting or would catch a game and down a couple beers together every now and then. Joe always enjoyed having the guys stop by. And he would even open the shop for his pals on a Saturday, if needed. So, Leon called up Joe. And sure enough, he was happy to open up a private sitting for the two men.
Paul asked his dad if they should shower before going. Paul turned to his son with a wink and told him they didn't need to impress Joe. "He's just a normal guy that makes the same smells we both do!" Paulie couldn't help but wonder how Leon knew about Joe's smells. Maybe it was just that he was another man. Or was it? Soon, the two had thrown on jeans and t-shirts and were on their way.
Joe's was a real, old-school barber shop, none of that Jiffy Cuts bullshit. Seemingly frozen in time, the hallowed halls of the decades old establishment featured old-fashioned barber chairs, straight razors and talc. Not unlike his newfound mansmells, the aroma of cedar, cigars and aftershave made Paulie feel like he was somehow part of a long-standing tradition that was exclusively MEN ONLY!
Joe was right on time to meet father and son at the shop. Joe play punched Paulie on the shoulder as he jumped into the chair as Leon sat across from the pair. As Joe set to work, dad and Joe caught up on sports and work. All the while, Paul sat quietly listening to the two men shoot the shit, his mind drifting back to the events of yesterday. Every now and then Paulie would get a whiff of something. It smelled of man-musk mingled with a strangely sweet smell. His horny mind must be playing tricks. But, it seemed to happen every time Joe circled his chair. It didn't take long before the young man put two and two together suddenly realizing this must be how his dad knew about Joe's mansmell. It was obvious that Joe had also skipped showering and the heady aroma leaking from his sweatpants must be none other than his smelly cock and balls. But how could Paulie know for sure?
Mustering up all the courage he could, Paul interrupted the two men with "What smells like ass?" He laughed hoping his comment would come off as a joke in case he was wrong. Both men stopped talking and stared at Paulie for what seemed like forever. Finally, Joe broke the silence and said, "Sorry bud! I didn't wanna make you guys wait. So, I just threw on my sweats and headed here." "I didn't have time to shower this morning and I guess there's a little something under the hood if you know what I mean!" Leon leaned forward giving a `think about it' nod to his son as he mulled over that "under the hood" comment.
Leon looked at his friend and said, "Hell bud, it's probably all three of us! We didn't shower either!" With that both men laughed and Paul realized he'd once again tapped into this secret knowledge that all adult men must share about their maleness and the natural smells all men must have.
To Paul's embarrassment and without leaving out a single detail, Leon proceeded to tell Joe about what had happened yesterday in the garage. Without missing a step, Joe said, "Fuck! Well what I'm all worried about then?" With that, the barber put down his clippers and asked Paul if he wanted to compare his manstink with what he'd smelled yesterday from his dad. Hardly able to believe his luck, Paul nodded. With Leon's consent, Joe slipped slid his sweatpants down to his ankles.
The first thing Paul noticed was that Joe wasn't wearing underwear. Second, the scent that smacked him in the face was just as intoxicating as his dad's. But Joe's pungent funk must be on steroids! He watched as Joe spread his legs revealing the first uncut cock Paulie had ever seen. Joe's trouser snake was just as impressive as his dad's. Measuring a good two inches shorter than his dad's nine-incher, what it lacked in length, it made up in girth. Paulie had seen pop bottles thinner than this man's club-like cock. But the most interesting part to Paul was the huge mushroom head almost entirely sheathed in wrinkled, veiny skin. As the young man stared, Joe reached down pulling back the extra skin around his shaft slowly unveiling a large piss slit and then the rest of his bulbous knob. Just as the man's foreskin reached the edge of his flared head, the smell flooding Paul's nose intensified beyond belief. The skin popped over the corona revealing a ring of sticky, creamy yellow residue. Paul was speechless with wonder and excitement; his own cock clearly visible tenting the barber cape he was wearing.
Sensing his son's struggle to speak, Leon broke the silence saying, "Damn manÉ there's something under the hood alright!" Joe proudly pulled the skin back and forth dislodging the cheesy goodness from around his head. Leon, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his own unshowered tool, turned to Paul asking if he wanted to get closer to compare the stink from the two men's dicks. Paulie flew out of the barber chair and kneeled in front of them coming eye to eye with their fully engorged phalluses.
While his dad's cock smelled even stronger than yesterday having gone 2 days now without showering, it dimmed in comparison to Joe's pungent manliness. The young man's keen sense of smell easily detected the difference between what he'd smelled yesterday and the new cheesier smell coming from Joe's cock & balls.
Going for broke, Paul leaned into the two men. First, he turned toward his father taking in a deep whiff of his dad's strong, but now familiar, mansmell. Already buzzing, he turned toward Joe, pressing his nose into the descended hood covering the man's head. Joe smiled at Leon as he pulled back the sheath releasing the full brunt of his caustic cock-stink on the boy. As Paul's brain struggled for control at the nuances of the man's smell, Joe began smearing his golden smegma all over the young man's nose.
Both men now began feverishly stroking their smelly units inches from his face as Paul watched in amazement. It all seemed so natural. All sense of right and wrong vanished as he watched the two men pleasure their dicks while he stroked his own rock-hard, smelly boner concealed under the cape.
As both men reached the point of no return, they moved forward leaning on one another as they simultaneously squirted seemingly endless volleys of ropey, thick, white jizz covering Paulie's blue barber cape and face. The scent of the fresh cum on his face was more than he could handle. Paul's tongue, with a mind of its own, flicked out to taste the creamy, bleachy goodness. Leon used his hand to scoop even more freshly churned cream into his son's mouth. That was all it took to push the young man over the edge himself flooding his hand with teenage spunk.
As the three slowly regained their composure, Joe reached over and slid a finger into Leon's hairy ass trench. "Like father, like son!" he said as he lifted the shit-covered finger back under his nose. There was no question in Paul' s mind. The definitely wasn't the first time Joe & his dad had shared their mansmells. The young man certainly hoped that it wouldn't be the last!