Date: Sat, 4 Aug 2001 20:35:19 -0700 From: 2 SD Guys Subject: First Scent This story is a work of fiction. If you are offended by explicit male- to-male, hot, sweaty, nasty sex, maybe you should browse elsewhere. If not, cum on in. Comments and suggestions on where you want these pigs to go next to: sandiego2sum@home.com "Hey Mike. Looks like you had a wild night!" "That bitch is going to kill me man! She's gonna fuck the life right out of me!" "You wish!" Typical bullshit. Mike and I had worked together for over a year. Back on the job Monday morning, we exchanged the casual conversation that had become a routine. Mike, married for less then a year, always seemed to come back from a weekend worn out. His wife was a great looking woman; great body, big tits and a butt that deserved to be pounded. "What did you do Tony? Not another quiet weekend with the kids?" he joked. "'Fraid so man. Don't worry, you'll be there soon enough!" I often reminded Mike that the non-stop sex would dry up with the first kid. I was lucky to get it once a month. Pam and I had been married for 7 years and 3 kids. "Not till I'm as old as you, Dad!" he joked. "Shit. 30 isn't old enough to be your old man, lest I got her knocked when I was 5!" I reminded him. "Whatever, let's get to work!" he said, walking out of the construction trailer on to the site. By Thursday we were all ready for a weekend off. The hot summer weather was a bitch, with temperatures in the upper-90's most days. It didn't cool off much at night either. With a three day weekend coming, everybody was ready to get the hell off the site. "Hey Tony! Phone!" yelled the foreman. I trotted over to the trailer and took the call. My wife was on the phone. Her mother had taken ill, she was going to take the kids out of town for the weekend. "Don't worry babe. Everything'll be all right" I tried to assure her. She was pretty upset. We talked for a few more minutes, then hung up. "Everything okay man?" Mike asked when I returned. I quickly filled him in. "That's a bitch." He said. "Yeah. I'm sure it's nothing serious. On the plus side, I get to live the single life!" I replied. "Yeah right. What are you gonna do? Have a fuckin' orgy while they're gone?" Mike got a good laugh out of this. "Nope. But it will give me a shot a getting that deck finished." "Cool. Need any help? The wife's sister is in town, and I can't stand that little bitch." Mike offered. "You bet buddy. Get it done twice as fast!" I said. Saturday afternoon. We'd been working all day, and the deck was coming together. We were also working on a 12-pack, with most of it gone already. "That's it man! Too much like work!" Mike said, standing up and stretching his back. He raised his arms up over his head, and I caught the ripe smell of his pits. I knew I must be equally smelly. "Good idea. Ready for a shower?" I asked. "Not yet. Just want to relax for a bit." He said. He moved toward the lawn, laying out flat on his back. He was a big dude. At least 6 foot, carrying about 220 pounds of bulk. Never one to enter a gym, Mike's body was built like mine, from hard work and a lot of sweat. The cutoff shorts and his boots highlighted his frame. I went to join him. "I wonder if the bitch has left yet. Could use some pussy." He said, unconsciously reaching down and grabbing his crotch. The movement caused me to stare. I couldn't seem to move my eyes, glued to the big paw of his massaging the worn denim. The frayed strap of a jock poked out of the waistband. I had a flash of him laying there in just the jock and his boots. 'Fuck, don't know what that's all about' I thought. The phone was ringing. I got up and went inside; it was Mike's wife. I went back out and handed him the phone. The call was short, not much talking on Mike's end. Finally, I heard him say "Shit, of course I'm happy!" then he turned his back. I caught myself admiring him, my eye's trailing from the broad shoulders, down his sweaty, muscular back. By the time I got to the jock again, I got a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. Again, the picture of Mike in just the jock and his boots flashed in my mind, and again I wondered what the hell was going on. "Well, guess all that hard work paid off! Guess who's gonna be a Daddy?" he asked, grinning at me. "I'm surprised it took this long, as much as you two go at it!" I said, throwing my arms around him in a congratulatory hug. His arms went around me, and my face was buried in his neck. It didn't last more than a second or two, but that was enough. I could smell the musk coming off his body. The stench of sweat never bothered me, in fact I liked the odor I could work up, but this was the first time I'd had an up close and personal with another guy's reek. As we pulled apart, he reached for the last 2 brews, handing me one. "This calls for a toast! Here's to not shooting blanks!" he was smiling as he said it. "Cheers!" I said in return, the bottles clinking against each other. I popped the cap off mine, and watched as Mike did the same. His beer exloded foam, flying out and soaking both of us. The beer dripped off our naked chests and settled on our shorts. "Fuck! Guess my dick ain't the only thing that's shootin'!" Mike cursed, holding the bottle away from him. "Even better news, she's taking the bitch sister home so she can tell her folks. Said she might stay the night. What do you say buddy, ready for a boy's night?" he asked. "Hell yeah! Haven't done that in awhile!" I smiled back. "Gotta get out of these shorts though, they're soaked. Got something I can borrow?" he had already popped the first 3 buttons, exposing the filthy jock underneath, thick tufts of hair escaping all around the edges. "Or should we just go with jocks; pretty secluded back here." "Whichever, man." I replied. The buzz in my gut was going lower, my balls we tingling. Must be the beer. And then he was standing in front of me, jock and boots, just like I had pictured. He turned to toss his shorts on the chair, and his beefy ass was on display, perfectly framed in the straps of the jock. I could see that his asscrack was as hairy as mine. "Gotta piss," he stated walking past me into the house. I followed him in search of more beer. I grabbed a couple more from the fridge, and headed into the den. There was a game on the TV. I flopped on the couch. Mike joined me, throwing his arm up behind me, stretching out. We watched in silence for a bit. He seemed intent on the game, I was intent on the rich, heady aroma coming out of his steaming pit. "Do you think so?" I realized he had ask me a question. "Huh?" I replied lamely. "Think the sex is over for me now that she's knocked up?" he looked seriously worried about that possibility, cupping the pouch of his jock as he said it. "You'll find a way to get off, you're too much of a horn dog not to!" I said. "True. There's always porn and a good whack!" he replied. "Don't I know it!" "Oh, you got a hidden stash buddy?" he looked at me with a gleam in his eye. "7 years worth Mike! Ever since she got pregnant with the first kid!" I laughed. "Great. Now I know I can save myself a trip to the video store!" "Any time buddy!" I replied. "Yeah? Wanna check some out now?" he asked. The hand on his jock was moving a bit more now. "Help yourself." I said, rising and pointing toward a closed cabinet. "I gotta take a leak." Halfway through my wizz, Mike crowded into the small bathroom. "Scoot over man. Gotta drain!" he said. His thighs brushed mine, and I felt my dick get firmer in my hand as I looked down at his cock. The thick foreskin pulled back, he let loose a stream of recycled beer. If I didn't know better I swear I could smell his dick. My cock continued to rise. Rather then risk embarrassiung myself. I moved away, shoving my half hard back in the pouch of my jock. He came back to the den. Leaning over, he shoved a tape in the VCR but couldn't seem to get it going. I joined him, crouching next to him. Now that was definitely a ripe dick I was smelling. My cock continued to rise. He returned to the couch while I got the tape playing. When I moved back, I sat on the floor at his feet, my shoulder lightly touching his hairy leg. Ten minutes later and we're both admiring the serious hammering the guy is giving the chick on screen. Mike shifts, slouching on the couch and moving his leg behind me. His cloth covered balls are about 2 feet from my face. "Fuck, this is really getting me going bud. Gonna have a good whack tonight when I get home!" he said. "Thought you were staying the night?" I shot back. "Oh yeah. Well, what the fuck!" he said, reaching into his jock and hauling his thick tool out the side of the strap. "I ain't shy!" I was unable to reply. No longer watching the video, I was looking out of the corner of my eye, watching his meaty paw glide up and down his shaft. He moved farther down on the couch, and I got my first scent. The odor was amazing. Clearly unique, sweaty, stale and obtained from hard work. That blended with something darker, a harsh, sharp tang that went straight to my dick. It took me a minute, but I finally realized what I was inhaling; the sweet smell of a hairy butt. I usually swiped a couple fingers up my crack while I jerked off, and had recently held them to my nose, sniffing the musk of my ass. Mike's was different then mine, but similar enough that I knew what it was. My dick was rock hard now. Interestingly, I was no longer questioning my reaction to this nearly naked guy jacking off a foot away from my face. "Damn! I bet that bitch's cunt smells hot!" I was surprised by Mike's statement. I had long ago accepted the fact that my fetish for scents was mine alone. Did he share my nasty fantasies? "Sometime's I can almost get off with just the smell of hot, sweaty sex!" he continued. "Guess that's pretty weird to you, huh?" "Hell no! I'm into it myself, believe it or not!" I quickly assured him. I turned my head as I said this, and tried not to stare at his crotch. "Must be getting a nose full then! I know I'm pretty rank, didn't take a shower this morning!" he said. He lifted one of his arms, sniffing his pit loudly, then looking back down at me. "No worse than me Mike! We're both a couple of pigs!" I said, trying to gauge the direction of the conversation. Mike moved down again. Now the jock was rubbing against my shoulder. I could have easily touched it with my tongue. He slowly lifted his leg, exposing the dark, matted jungle of hair below his balls and in the crack of his ass. His finger swept through the fur, then he placed it directly under my nose. I breathed in hard. "Think you're more ripe than that?" he said in a challenging tone. I was still sucking in the aroma coming off his fingers. "I think it might be a tie." I finally managed to stutter. "Prove it!" he demanded. I thrust my hand down between my hard asscheeks, rubbing the side of my hand agains the fur covered hole. Then I reached up and pressed it against his nose, the palm of my hand over is mouth. As he inhaled, his eye's closed, a deep, rumpling sigh came from somewhere in his chest. "Fuck, you are a pig!" he said when he was through sniffing. "Guess we both need a shower!" "Yeah, I guess we need to get this stench off of us." I agreed, my eyes darting from his face to his crotch. "You wanna go first?" "Naw, I think I'll just watch you for awhile," he said, sliding down until my nose made contact with this smelly jock. My senses overloaded. I huffed in air, heavy with his masculine warmth. My mouth opened, licking the pouch of his jock, getting my first taste of another man. As the taste mellowed in one area, I moved my mouth. Soon, the jock was soaked with spit, and my face was stained with his raunchy slime. "How far you wanna take this buddy?" he asked. In answer, I moved lower, burrowing my nose under his balls. The stronger, harsher blend made my mind up quick. I reached up, pulling the jock strap down his legs. He raised them to get the strap off his feet. I took advantage of the moment. I'd never thought about another guy's ass, but I was obsessed with Mike's. I dove in. My nose picked up all the flavors of this hot man. Not only hadn't he had a shower, he was a sweat pig. The matted hairs were each coated with a film of hot taste and smells. As my face pushed deeper, he groaned. "Fuck man. You gonna lick my ass? You nasty fucker, you wanna taste it? You sure you're man enough? That ain't no pussy, all nice and fresh for you to lick. I'm a guy, and it hasn't been a day, I haven't had a shower for about 3 days. Think you can stand the stink?" Each statement turned me on more. This guy was a nasty, raunchy fucker, and he wanted me to suck his ass. My tongue swabbed his hole, one long stroke from the base to the bottom of his balls. Then I put my lips around the hairy, sweet opening, shoving my tongue against the tightly clenched muscle. I knew that no other guy had been here before. Probably no one else. "Shove it in stud. The taste is even better on the inside!" he promised. My hard little dick of a tongue pushed past the guarded opening, the tip touched the slimy walls of his ass channel, making me push harder. I wanted my whole fuckin' head up Mike's steaming ass. Mike pushed off the couch, moving me back onto the floor, face up. He slid down until we were face to face. "I can smell my ass on your face. Fuckin' hot man!" Mike said, his voice husky. He moved and sniffed my face, then started licking. His tongue found my mouth, and he swabbed the taste of his butt off my tongue. He reached down and grabbed my wrists, holding my arms above my head. The tip of his nose buried itself in my pit. I could hear his sharp intake of breath. Then I felt his hot, wet tongue sucking the sweat from the hairy skin. Finishing the job, he move up until he was staddling my chest. His rock hard dick was at my mouth. He released one of my arms, grabbed the foreskin that still covered his dick. He stretched the skin tight over my nose. "If you're good, I'll let it get nice and ripe, how about a week without a shower? That'd smell hot!" He was turning me on big time. Suddenly he stood up. I looked up, his huge pole throbbing above me. "How about a brew buddy? I wanna try something else I think you'd like." Now what.... In First Scent II: "How's that smell, bud? Want me to sit that down on your tongue?"