ate: Mon, 11 Sep 2000 18:10:18 EDT
LOST IN THE SCENT
by stickman36@hotmail.com
This story continues my ongoing story of my life with a god. (Don't forget to read my story, "swimming with god.") He's absolutely gorgeous and wreaks sexual energy. Just thinking about him makes me hard and as tongue tied as a teenager. Twenty four years old and not an ounce of fat on him. Not ripped or bulked, you can just look at him and know he is in shape. I guess all those team sports made a difference in his life.
He and I share apartment space. Every morning I watch him get up and make his way to the shower with a certain flutter in my stomach. Part of me hopes that today would be the day that he comes out of his room with a raging hard-on and walks straight into mine. I watch his tight little ass sway down the hall in his Calvin boxers and wish that my hands could just rest on those buns for a moment. He walks with determination and has excellent posture, and this only makes me more hard. He tries to be discreet, covering his front while his ass waves to me in the wind. And I get an incredible hard-on and have to find a way to relieve myself.
Often enough I am alone at night as he is still working or out with friends.
He plays some kind of sport almost every night. I get to be alone in the house and can smell his odor wafting out of his room. There are some guys who smell pretty rough, especially after the gym or sports. And then there's my little god whose personal odor makes my head swim. It's hard to describe, a mixture of sweat and a day's work with deodorant and good personal grooming habits. I like to just stand at his door and sniff as much in as I can. It's usually enough to make me hard and give me something to work with in my hand. He usually comes in and throws his sweaty clothes in the basket in his room and lets them sit there until he's ready to do laundry (which isn't too often). The smells of his sweaty shorts, boxers and socks is enough to make me cum just by standing near his doorway.
It was late one night and I was still surfing the net. I'd come across a wonderful site of all amateur guys and had been having a good time. Before I knew it my pants were down around my ankles and the Universe was in my hands. But I needed more. Since it was winter and the doors and windows were closed, the heating system made his scent even more powerful. His scent filled our place and my head. It made me want him even more than ever.
I stripped off my pants and kept stroking myself while I went into his room and sniffed at his laundry. To say that I nearly came right there is an understatement. The sensation was overwhelming and I actually lost my balance, landing face down in his laundry basket (since his own basket is off limits, this was a close second). I sniffed and sniffed and sniffed, like one sniffs drugs to get high. I just closed my mouth and came up with a pair of his Calvin boxers clenched between my teeth. Between his own dried sweat and my wet mouth, it was as if I did have my face in his lap!
So I went back to the computer and kept surfing, all the while stroking and sniffing. I was bombarding myself with sensations of incredible proportions and just knew that it wouldn't take long before I shot off. As I sniffed and licked his boxers I got one his pubes caught in my mouth. It literally was wedged in there like a piece of dental floss. I must have been quite a sight: bare ass naked, stroking myself like there was no tomorrow, leering at other naked amateurs fucking each other, with a pair of checkered boxers over my face and sniffing like and asthmatic near death.
It was then that I realized that I was nearing the point of no return. I spit a little more into my hand and licked the fly of those boxers a little more passionately. They were literally dripping into my mouth and the smell of my personal god was everywhere. When I came I shot an incredible load. Six times my body lurched and shot. It actually hurt, as if the cum came from somewhere in my feet. All I could do was groan out loud, something I have learned not to do when in mixed company, and scream his name. And as I tried to catch my breath all I could do was smell him and imagine his ass and cock in those briefs. Another wave shot over me and literally knocked me from the chair. I wound up flopping onto the floor and squatting in my own jiz which had dripped from my now drooping cock.
I was spent. And I knew that I had stumbled onto something fantastic. My only concern was that he'd realize that I was eating his shorts so I made a mental note to return them just as I had found them. Careful not to touch them with my hand filled with jiz, I lifted them off my face and silently prayed that someday I would get the chance to slide these down his hairy legs. Then the jiz would be his and as I licked my hand cleaned I got hard all over again.
But for now, I'll keep going back for more quick sniffs and I haven't been disappointed yet.
Let me know how you liked this story. If I get more comments like the last time, I'll post some other encounters of the one handed kind. Terry <stickman36@hotmail.com>