Discovering Mansmells 4
Disclaimer:
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.
There was simply no way to explain Paul's new obsession. Even mulling it over himself, it didn't make any sense. How could he be so fucking turned on by another man's smells? And not just the natural musk of a man, but also the perverted smell of his piss and shit. But by now, he had realized there was no reason to be shy or self-conscious about his fetish. If it was good enough for the man he admired most in the world (his dad) then it was good enough for him. While his dad must certainly have his suspicions, Paul didn't want him to know the total pig he was already becoming.
Rather than quench his thirst for nasty sex, his public bathroom experience had left Paulie craving more! Without a doubt, he was hooked. Not only hooked on the private mansmells he'd encountered. He was also addicted to the taboo intimacy of exploring them. He wasn't sure if his dad would approve or understand. Hell, he couldn't quite understand himself! But he had an even stronger desire now not only to smell mansmells, but also to taste everything that made them.
Paul had the day off school for teacher conferences. Being a weekday, his dad Leon and his mom were working. The lazy teenager had been a total slug all morning. He didn't get out of bed `til almost 11:00. He hadn't even showered either and it was almost 1:30. Paul sat on the sofa drinking a coke and having the sandwich his mom made for him before she left. When he finished, he plopped his naked ass back and flipped on the tube. Paulie loved being naked around the house on the rare occasions that he could.
Sitting with his legs up, Paulie kept getting whiffs of the funky mansmells he'd been brewing since yesterday morning's shower. His musky balls were buried in his thick growth of young bush and his plump cock lay with the head on his left leg. But, Paulie knew it wasn't just his balls he smelledÉ his ripe hole was getting in on the olfactory action too. Paul could even make out the stink of the dump he'd taken just after he got up. And being a typical guy, he had hardly grazed his hole with t.p.
Paul spread his legs wider inhaling deeply enjoying his funky cock and ass stink. While his right hand slowly pulled up on & squeezed his nuts, his left index finger was sliding around his slimy hole. His crack and hole were so wet & funky that Paul had no trouble pushing his dry digit into his tightly puckered shithole. Sliding deeper into his horny hole, Paul finger fucked himself. After a few minutes, he slid is slick digit out of his warm hole. As he lifted his finger to his nose, he paused for the briefest of minutes to admire the brown slime coating his finger. With a couple deep snorts of the stink, he slowly and deliberately pushed his finger thru his pursed lips. Rather than being grossed out by the taste of his own butt sludge, Paul sucked greedily at his shit-covered digit. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" he thought as he pulled out his shiny, clean, spit-covered forefinger.
If his own dirty hole tasted so good, he could only imagine what it must be like to really get in and taste his dad's. Since dad wasn't around, Paul would have to resort to his own devices. Paul had heard about apps like Grindr and Scruff. But, he had always been too chicken to install them on his phone for fear of being caught. If wondered if he installed it now to check it out, he could always uninstall it before anyone might see his phone. Within a couple minutes, Paul had the apps on his phone and started completing his nasty alter-ego profile. Under the Likes section, the horny young man wrote: "Into all things masculine and natural. Looking for a real man or men to teach me the ropes. No limits." Paul snapped a quick picture of his swollen cock head and posted the profile. There! It was done! How long would it take toÉ. DING! And, just like that, the fresh, young meat had been discovered.
The first few messages Paul got were lame. The first was from a relatively hot guy. Of course, he was 200 miles away. The second guy was all talk and Paul quickly lost interest in his boring, vanilla banter. After a few more DINGS on his phone, Paul was beginning to give up hope that his brilliant idea would pay off. DINGÉ. This time Paul's eyes widened as the photo of a barrel-chested hairy mature man popped up. His screen name was NSADaddy. Paul was immediately attracted to the man since his photo reminded him of his own masculine bear of a dad. And as Paul read the man's profile, he quickly discovered "NSA" stood for `No Strings Attached'! The man described himself as being "45 years old, married on the DL with dark brown hair, blue eyes, furry, football player build with large hands and endowment to match". Paul was aroused by the blunt honesty of the total stranger. He decided to play along and reply with a selfie of only his open mouth.
Minutes passed with no reply. Paulie thought he might've pissed off his anonymous admirer by being so flirty and juvenile. DING! Paul glared as a photo of NSADaddy's enlarged cockhead appeared on the phone; the piss slit covering up the entire screen. A large glob of precum filled the sexy opening of the man's huge cock. Paul's dick went fully stiff and he could feel the precum oozing from his slit as well. He quickly shot back a text asking the man for the what/when/where of a possible meeting. DING! The hot daddy was looking for ASAP hosting at his house that appeared to be only a half-mile or so from Paul's. And he wanted a submissive younger man to show him respect and do whatever he was told.
Paul could barely swallow the lump in his throat at the nervous thought of actually meeting this stranger. There would be no turning back if he jumped on his bike and rode over there. A hundred different reasons ran thru his mind about why he shouldn't go. But the boner in his hand kept pushing any rationale thoughts to the side. Paul stopped playing with his dick long enough to message his new daddy back and let him know he would be there in 20 minutes. DING "Fuck yea boy! And be ready to do whatever you're told!" came the reply!
Paul ran upstairs and threw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He couldn't believe he was actually going to go through with it. Bounding back down and jumping on his bike, his heart was pounding before he'd even started pedaling. By the time he pulled up in front of the address he'd been given, his sweaty palms were no match for the sweaty crack he'd generated on the ride over.
Paulie propped his bike up against the house and walked up to the front door. He took a deep breath and started to ring the doorbell as he noticed a note had been taped by the bell. Paul opened the note. In block letters, the note read, "DOOR IS UNLOCKED. COME IN. GET NAKED. LEAVE CLOTHES. FIND ME IN BASEMENT."
Still unsure, Paul slowly turned the doorknob. The door swung open and he stepped into the foyer. He looked around for any sign of activity. The house was modestly decorated but reminded him of his own. It was definitely a family home with clutter here and there and an Xbox plugged in to the TV. Not hearing a sound, Paul slowly slipped off his sneakers and stripped off his sweats and shirt. Completely naked and cock at full staff to lead the way, Paul looked around for the basement door. The first door he opened was a closet. Fuck! The second one to the left of the stairs was slightly ajar and Paul slowly cracked it to find unfinished stairs leading down into the dimly lit cellar.
As Paul stepped onto the first tread, it squeaked loudly causing the young man to jump. Paul heard a rumbling, raspy voice from below him say, "Get down here fag!" Paul quickened his pace and as he stepped off the last step onto the painted basement floor, he turned to find his anonymous daddy sitting in an old leather chair wearing nothing but leather boots and an obviously dirty jock. The smell in the air was a mixture of musty basement and leather. Paul could already make out the vague hint of cock and ass in the air.
Paul stood frozen unsure whether to say anything or to even move. After Daddy had taken a good luck at the teenage boy's maturing manhood along with the rest of his muscular body, Daddy told him to turn around. So Paul slowly turned to showcase his tight bubble ass for the stranger. Next Daddy ordered Paul to bend over and show him his butthole. Paul felt a little embarrassed as he spread his cheeks knowing he hadn't showered and only guessing at how much slime was still around the hole he'd been tasting earlier.
Paul stood there with his shitty hole winking at the complete stranger wondering what would happen next. Paul heard his new daddy stand up and turn. He told Paul to turn around and now Paul could see his daddy was bent over the chair with his huge bulge in the jock pouch showing from beneath his fur-covered ass. Paul watched as the man spread his cheeks and let loose a giant fart that sprayed small flecks of moisture on the stunned kid's naked body. "Get over here and let me see how good you are at cleaning ass boy!" Paul moved quickly and found he kneeling, face to face with the stranger's unwashed ass. The smell of shit was pungent and Paul wasn't sure he could go thru with it. Sensing hesitation, the almost naked daddy told Paulie to reach over beside the chair and get a small brown bottle that was sitting there. He instructed Paul to twist off the cap and hold his finger over the opening. Next, he told Paul to hold the bottle up under his nose and take a sniff of the strange liquid. Paul inhaled deeply as they vapors from the bottle flooded his nose. Paul felt a stranger tingling sensation in his extremities as the boy's first-ever hit of poppers began blurring the line of reason. Feeling light headed, Paul twisted the lid back on the bottle. His host grumbled again. This time it was something about having to wait all day for his ass cleaning.
Paulie leaned forward and found his tongue buried in the matted fur surrounding the man's shithole. His inhibitions faded away as the young man swirled his tongue around the older man's pucker. The taste was more pungent than anything the boy had encountered before. He fought back the urge to gag as his senses went into overdrive tasting the man's dirty ass. His mouth was now starting to fill with the acrid taste of the man's shit and his head was filled with the smell of a thousand toilets. As Paul's tongue lapped around the hairy pucker, the man's hole slowly opened revealing the ugly tip of a chunky hard log just waiting to be born. Paul picked up the bottle of poppers and huffed another hit. Slowly, the man's upturned ass resembled an alter at which Paul was happy to worship. He held his face close as he watched the man's thick shit log stretched his pucker and started sliding inch by inch from its hiding place. One inchÉtwo inchesÉ four inches. Before he knew it almost 10 inches of thick, chunky man meat was hanging from the man's hairy shitter only inches from his face. The man told Paul to enjoy his waste. Paul leaned in sniffing the nasty turd and trying to control the urge to taste it.
With a thud, the log broke loose landing at Paulie's knees. The overpowering smell of fresh shit filled the air and Paul watched Daddy's hole slowly close leaving a brown halo of shit residue around the pucker. "Take another hit faggot! You're gonna need it to clean my ass!", Daddy said. Paul couldn't believe he was about to lick the ass of the man who'd just shit right in his face. With a deep huff in both nostrils, Paul slid his tongue out and found himself licking fresh shit off the man's butthole.
The taste wasn't as bad this time. And Paul ravenously dug into the dirty shitter with passion. Daddy moaned as the young man cleaned his ass. After licking every bit of brown smear from Daddy's hole, Paul struggled to swallow the paste that had formed in his throat. Without a word, Daddy stood up turned and Paul's nose filled with the now familiar stink of a man's cock. He hefted his huge bulge from the confines of the piss and cum stained jock. Paul was now face to face with the man's beer-can thick cock. The piss slit was just as large in person as he'd seen on his phone screen. But now it was right in his face. Daddy told Paulie to open his mouth so he could see the brown residue on his tongue. Then holding the boy's head still, he let go the biggest piss stream Paulie'd ever seen. It was like watching a garden hose without a sprayer attached. The boy gagged as the strong, yellow liquid filled his throat and mouth. He knew he'd have to swallow soon or risk drowning or spitting it all over the floor. Paul gulped as the first draught of hot, nasty liquid seared its way down to his stomach. The second gulp wasn't far behind and before he knew it he'd swallowed eight or ten mouthfuls of the man's private reserve.
As the cock flow slowed, Daddy took Paul by the ears and began forcefully raping his cock into the teenager's mouth. Tears were forming in his eyes as Paulie tried to manage the intrusion without biting the huge cock forcing it's way down where nothing that big had ever been. With each thrust his throat relaxed a little and Paul could feel the huge knob of the man's penis sliding past his tonsils and into his gullet. With animal lust, the man plowed his cock in and out and in and out hardly letting the boy catch a breath between thrusts. Just when Paul felt like he might pass out from lack of oxygen he felt the Daddy cock spasm and he could feel squirt after squirt of ball magma coating his sore throat. Taken everything he had left, Paul forced himself to swallow so he wouldn't waste a single drop of the precious semen.
Daddy pulled his spent cock out of the kid's mouth with a plop. Without as much as a thank you, he bellowed at Paul, "Now, get the FUCK out pig!" Paul scrambled to his feet and up the stairs. His rock hard cock made it difficult to put on his sweats. And he had no idea how he'd ride his bike home with a raging boner. But, hearing the booted footsteps of his host on the stairs motivated the young perv. Paul grabbed his shoes and ran out the door.
Holding his shoes in his hands, Paulie pedaled like mad and made the trip home in no time. Jumping off his bike and running into the house he stopped in front of the powder room and looked in the mirror. His face was red and flushed and his mouth had a ring of brown around it that looked like he'd been sucking on the teat of a very large pig. Paul's stomach churned with the taste of the shit and piss but he didn't care. He'd finally gotten a full taste of what surely created the mansmells he loved so much. Before he forgot it, he quickly starred his newfound benefactor. He was sure that today wouldn't be the last time NSADaddy would enjoy a session with the blossoming pig!