Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2008 00:09:18 -0400
From: lovediego@aol.com
Subject: mansmells...a competition

Mansmells...a competition
By: Lovediego@aol.com

This is an adult fictional tale about 2 consenting homosexual males. It
contains themes of a fetish nature including watersports, raunch, anal and
oral sex as well as, snot, scat and the exchange of many bodily fluids.
Please stop reading if you are not of legal age or interest. I love sharing
my stories BUT do not reproduce without my permission. (All of my writings
are copy written) Check the "authors" section to see a complete listing of
my works.

 Let me know what you think but no flames please.


Wow dude, you fucking reek!  I said to my roommate Tony as he flopped down
beside me on our tiny sofa. He had just returned, exhausted and panting
from his morning run. He is a bi-athlete, spending his free time biking, or
like today, running at least 10 miles in the August heat. As usual, he was
shirtless when he returned home sweating buckets and smelling very much
like a highly athletic hairy young man. In response to my comment, he
raised his left arm and placed it on the back of the couch behind my head
in that smooth way some guys have mastered round the time they hit
puberty. Truth be told, Tony was cooler than cool, sexier than sexy and hot
as hell. With this motion, the heavy stench of his hairy pits greeted my
nasal passage with a pungent whiff of sweat and pure testosterone. As I
inhaled his manstink I could tell that this was just the beginning of some
new game we would play.

As Tony smirked broadly with raunchy intent, he wiggled obviously around on
the couch, trying to get comfortable, he heeled off his dingy dirty running
shoes revealing a pair of crusty socks with a few selective holes peaking
out of each one. The smell of his funky feet fought with the fumes rising
from his pits for domination of aromas in our small studio apartment.
Unfortunately for his feet, the true winner was yet to be revealed because
my simple comment was interpreted by Tony as a challenge to show me just
how ripe and raunchy his tight, 24yr old body really was.

At 5 foot 9 inches, weighing 160lbs of toned muscle with 4% body fat, Tony
was without much competition in races or walking down the street in tight
shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt, exposing his hairy chest. All of his time
in the sun has darkened his natural light brown complexion to a golden
caramel color that makes my mouth water with lust thinking about it. And
his 30 inch waist and size nine shoes help to balance his sizable upper
body. He keeps his shiny black hair cropped short but with long side-burns.
But the thing I truly love about his body is his butt. Perfectly round and
sitting low on his waist, this tight little morsel keeps my attention every
time he leaves the room. In my imagination I can see the line of thick hair
that originates at his lower back, descending towards his lower regions in
a long, swirling motion. This forest will find its final rest on and around
his thick ass mounds and cut a great path through his cheeks and circle his
single brown eye in a down of man fur, perfect for catching stink scent.

Now, here he is sitting next to me, half naked and taking off more cloths
right before my eyes.  From his furry chest and thick coated arms, to the
treasure trail leading to his thick pubes, I waited with high anticipation
to see what would happen next. In one quick tug, Tony yanked off his tiny
onion cloth running shorts, which concealed nothing, and pulled his shaggy
legs up to his chest. This motion exposed both of his brown tree trunks as
well as revealed the grimy, stinky, never been washed, swimmers jock that
had been struggling to support his sizable Latino uncut cock and low
hanging hairy balls. Like his socks, there were numerous holes ripping the
mesh of his jock and exposing samples of his junk. Of course, my eyes began
to swell, but not with fascination because I had seen Tony naked many times
before. Shy he is not. They began to tear from the thick fumes originating
from his now bare asshole. I was so close to his ditch that I caught every
whiff of his rank butthole. The foul mansmells of sweat, ass juices and
testosterone mingled with obviously dried shit to combine and formulate one
of the best fragrances I had ever huffed.

I popped an immediate boner as Tony revealed one last stink treasure. He
pulled his sweaty cock and balls from their stinky holder and lit the room
in the composite tang of head cheese and nut sweat. My head was spinning
from the dual assault of ripe hole and humming jock. Tony just sat there
grinning, very proud of his work, knowing well that within 2 minutes he had
come home, stripped naked and got my thick dick dripping with cock snot. I
sat speechless as he palmed his cum heavy hanging balls, daring me to lean
over and suck the wet, ripe dew from both of his globes. I was very tempted
but wanted to see where this game was truly going.

I clasped my hands behind my head, exposing my risen dick in my funky pair
of used-to-be-white, never washed, always worn, one size too small, H&M
underpants.  They are perfect for showing off deep yellow piss stains,
mixed with off-white pre-cum rounds in the front and deep dark skid marks
in the back. The cotton/lycra mix is good for holding all of my manscents
for later sniffing. I wear these funky draws on my rank ass every day,
never fail, and they definitely reek with my spicy Latino stink. Like Tony,
I'm athletic and spend at least 2 hours in the gym every day, working up a
great spice. So, I can match him funk for funk, unwashed pit to unwashed
pit but especially nasty dick to nasty dick!

His eyes glazed over as he stared at my big dick through the thin fabric. I
flexed by biceps in his direction, more to push my mansmells in his
direction than to show off the affects of years in the gym. Since I wasn't
wearing any clothing except my nasty draws, I had no sneakers to heal off,
no holey socks to show, but I did have my natural foot odor which has been
known to clear rooms with their sweat sour stench. I quickly turned
sideways and shoved my right foot under Tony's nose so that he caught a
huge whiff of my size 8s. He took a full snort before pushing my foot away
in mock disgust. Unfazed, I lowered my foot and thumbed my shorts off in a
long, lovingly teasing motion, below my brown ass and past my thick hairy
pubes. I wanted to seduce him with my bouquet, entice him and get him
hooked on my manscent and funk. I let the well worn cloth of my draws rest
comfortably around my ankles, effectively cuffing them together and leaving
my dick and balls covered in only my pube forest.

I sat on the couch, naked as Tony except for a few necessary accessories
around my most private parts. My equally big dick was lovely circled and
caressed by a tight silver cock ring which is as heavy as it is solid and
tight. My uncut dick stood tortured at attention while my balls were
stretched to their length by a 1 ½ inch metal ball weight. Every inch of
my groin ached and cried out for release. I had been cock and ball bound
for the last 2 hours and had developed a deep case of blue-balls. But, I
wouldn't cum anytime soon. I started to pull back on my extra long, straw
like dick skin to take this game one step further than Tony. I skinned my
dick and released the scent of 3 weeks of unwashed cock in his direction.
Both of us enjoyed the dual aromas or our mingling fragrances. Our
erections towered high above thick thatches of curly pubes. We both tried
to stay as natural in our hygiene as possible. No deodorant, no scents,
bathing only when necessary and without soap because there is nothing
better than the aroma of a man the way god intended. The greatest example
of this was two guys, with huge erections sprung from smelly untrimmed
pubes as examples of our completing puberty.

We both sat in silence, not sure of whom won our funk standoff. I was so
ripe that I could smell myself, fostering a belief that I had won, but the
pheromones emitting from Tony's still exposed shithole told me I could be
wrong. Truth be told, I hate losing and will even cheat to gain the upper
hand, so without care of future clean â€"up, I smoothly stood up on the
couch, spreading my legs eagle, supported by my fouled draws at my ankles,
pointed my nasty dick in Tony's direction and let loose a torrent of stinky
morning piss in his handsome face. My first piss of the day was heady and
stale from my bladder and as I whizzed through a piss-hard-on I deposited
deep yellow urine over his body. I focused my flow and concentrated each
rank filled droplet on his face. I could smell the rancidness as it went up
his nose and stung his eyes. Tony did not flinch but opened his mouth wide,
signaling that he was thirsty for manpiss. The putrid smell was not a
hindrance for his swallowing but actually increased the depth of his
craving. As my urine arch thrust with pressure, Tony's eager throat
swallowed every drop of my urine without spilling a bead. Quickly he began
to smell like the slimiest of urinals in the nastiest public restroom. I
loved it. I stood, pissing strong, as I watched him wallow in my piss.
Swishing it around in his mouth like a rinse, chugging it down in huge
gulps and even spitting it back out so that it flowed down his hirsute
chest and landing safely in his pubes. I wanted all of him to smell like my
liquid waste. I doused his chest and crotch directly, making sure to super
soak his uncut cheesy dick and cover his ball sac in brine. Just then, Tony
decided to dip his entire head into my golden stream. His cropped hair
glistened with the finest drops of my piss. My urine helped to make him the
official winner of our stink contest. There was no denying that he had
acquired a foul pungent flavor that only my bladder could provide.

His prize would be what I didn't enter into the competition...my own rank
stinking shit hole. My never touched by soap, always left to marinate in
its own ass juices hole, wrapped in smelly draws, hairy and periodically
perfumed with cum and piss enemas. This was the perfect gift for this
urinal smelling stink pig.

I seductively turned away from Tony's smiling pissy face, carefully
balancing my draws cuffed ankles on the couch. I took careful effort to
smell the cacophony of aromas in the apartment, watching my stiff dick turn
purple in the process.  Gravity pulled on my heavy nuts even more as they
swung side to side as I steadied myself. I slowly bent at the waist to
offer Tony his prize. I pointed my butt directly at his face. I wanted him
to sniff what he would eventually lick and feast on. I wanted him to wallow
in my putrid scent and salivate with lust. No words were needed as I pushed
back my butt and held open my ass cheeks. Once I was as close as I could
comfortably manage, I let my exposed hole let loose with a slow, long,
silent but deadly, blast of ass gas. Sweet and tangy was its pungent
tang. I heard Tony gasp in pleasure as my fart caressed his nose like a
lover. I imagined the heavy weight of my nasty wind blowing past his
nostrils, inviting him to lunch.

Greedily, he accepted the fetid invitation and began hugging my hole with
an animalistic rush. Loud grunts and groans escaped his mouth as he filled
his lungs to capacity with the rancid smells of my shitter. A quiet smile
crept across my lips as his nose met my bunghole.

In ecstasy, I looked down at my footing. The view between my outstretched
legs was wonderful. Tony's strong hairy thick legs were still hiked-up to
his chest, his exposed hole still winking at me as it emitted its special
manscents. This position also exposed his chunky dick and low hangers
pushed hastily aside from his dirty jockstrap. Under the pressure of
supporting me by the hips and sniffing my crank, Tony's cock hood had moved
down his shaft letting his dickhead take a look around with its one eye.
The best thing about his dick is that it is pierced with a 0g Prince Albert
drenched in cock sweat. From the tip of his helmet head, a long web of
shining dick spit dripped and hung low in a frothy sticky string. The light
played against the liquid string, giving it the appearance of slick glass
being pressed from a red cock. My mouth watered in approval. I let my eyes
focus close and tight on his PA. The silver ring, balanced by two huge
balls on either side, spends most of its day attached to Tony's huge cock
head inside of his hood. This is the funkiest environment for breeding
cheese and holding onto dick scum and piss. These liquids coat and crust
over onto his PA, giving it the look of rusted metal and smelling of stale
mancock. This is the perfect raunchy lollipop, good for being sucked by
mouth or ass. As much as I hated to, I left his juicy dick alone, not
wanting to cum anytime soon. The game was over, but the reward ceremony was
just beginning.

Just as I began to lament not being able to feast on his mandick, Tony
decided that spit should be smeared over my stank hole for consumption.
With short circular motions his tongue danced around my funky ditch. The
wet wormy invader slicked up my outer rectum and bathed my trench in spit.
Lick after lick coated my crack and sent shivers up my spine. I moaned my
satisfaction and my dick dripped in approval as I pushed my butt even
further in his face. We stayed this way for what seemed like forever until
Tony's tongue broke through my sphincter and tasted the inside of my
bowels. I could feel his spit and my ass juices drip out of my fissure and
down my legs. His invasion made my butt feel full and hungry. I wanted more
of his mouth and tongue to eat me out. I began yelling for him to fuck my
butt with his tongue, to eat the shit straight from my asshole. I needed
him to be as hungry as I was but I wasn't sure if he understood what he was
digging for.

There is a natural and logical thought process that should kick in when a
guy has his snout stuffed in another guy's nasty shitter but many guys
either ignore it or don't realize what's going on. Plain and simple, that
great and wonderful, dick hardening smell emanating from a man's perfectly
ripened butt is a perfect storm of escaped ass juices, occasional farts
captured by clinging ass hairs, and the remnants of exited shit. Let's
remember, the true first function of a man's shitter is to let shit exit! A
fart is nothing more than an audible and aromatic clue that shit is on the
way down, through his large and small intestines and past his rectum. If
you like the taste of his nasty ditch...that means you like the taste of
shit! There is a reason pheromones originate in our anal canals, because
god wants you to eat a dirty butt.  I was just hoping that Tony got that
memo, because I had a full butt load of shit that was ready to be fucked
out of my hole.


To be continued......