Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2003 20:01:03 -0800 (PST)
From: brenten fox <brentenfox@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mikey's Room

Hi, my name is Scott. I am a freshman at Penn State, and I am home for
my Christmas break. It is great to be off for a few weeks. Finals were
hell. No fun at all, and it got damn cold quickly! The worst part
about the cold is that all of the guys are no longer wearing shorts.
Okay, sure, some of the jocks will still wear them,with a sweatshirt and
jacket, but they generally aren't the cute ones. Trust me.

Anyway, this isn't about my first year at PSU. It is about being home
again! Coming home is the greatest. No school work, no
responsibilities, and the house to myself all day. I get to jack of
anywhere I want! Both of my parents work and my brother Mikey still has
classes all week. Let me tell you a bit about Mikey, or Mike as he
prefers to be called now. He is 16 years old, and goes to high school
at Notheastern. He is a cute kid, brown hair and eyes, 5'7" and all
muscles. No fat whatsoever. The swimming we had done since we were
little paid off. He has the hottest bubble butt and the cutest
dimples. Actually, we look a lot alike. Both cute, but I still have him
by a two inches. I am no longer a bean poll either, I am finally
starting to put on a couple of pounds in all the right places. I love
stripping down and flexing in front of the mirror and then jacking off
all over the mirror. Mikey has a great floor length mirror and this is
where my story begins.

I woke up late this morning with my cock sticking straight up. Okay,
alright, my cock woke me up. I had been grinding into my mattress for
the last half an hour while I was sleeping and my sheets were all gooey
with precum. I don't wear underwear while I sleep, and it makes my
sheets messy, but I like it. I was covered in precum as I tend to roll
around while I sleep. My roomates at school always rag on me about it;
they say my side of the room always smells like cum. I keep myself
pretty clean... the sheets... well... I can't help it! I am young,
always horny and my 6 1/2" just likes to leak everywhere. :) I change
my sheets, at least once a month.

So here I am crawling out of bed, with little Scottie leading the way out
of my room. I am covered once again in precum. There is quite a bit
that has run down my hard dick and a mostly dried pool of it by my
navel. I stopped into our hall bathroom and managed to get my cock to
calm down enough to take a quick squirt. With my dick this hard it is
impossible not to piss everywhere, but I only share the bathroom with my
brother, and he must have the same problem because the toilet and the
floor are always messy in the morning. Neither of us really carel; hell,
I kind of like it. Nothing makes me hard like the smell of piss and cum,
even if it is drying precum. With that thought and that smell, little
Scottie is once again on the rise! I am so glad that my bladder is now
empty, cause there is only one way this morning wood is going down at
this point.

I grab a bottle of vaseline from the medicine cabinet and start to wander
downstairs for the couch. I smear a giant glob on my dick head and give
it a good stroke. I am thinking what the hell, I like jacking in the
living room, and I am about to head downstair, but when I go past the
half open door to my brother's room something catch's my attention.
Mike's room is a mess. His clothes from yesterday, and probably the day
before are on the floor. His new Nikes are trapped underneath his
pants. He must have shucked them all in one quick movement. I push open
the door. His bed is unmade - of course and his pillow is on the floor
at the foot of the bed. Damn... he is just like me - a slob at heart.
Although I try to be a bit more considerate now that I am sharing a room
with two other guys. The thing that really has caught my attention
though is the smell coming from his room. It smells of man. Hot,
sweaty, cum filled man. These are not the smells that I am used to
coming from my brother.

I still thought of him as a little kid, with all of the kid smells and
most of those are not good ones, but these were completely different.
DAMN, my cock is now harder than ever before as it drags me into his
room. Clearly, my cock wants to find the source of this smell. Who knew
that my cock had a direct link to my nose! Who knew that my little bro
was capable of arousing such a reaction in my dick!

So, here I am wandering into my brother's room, sniffing like a
bloodhound with a bad cold, naked as the day I was born, my cock covered
in vaseline and my hand pumping away on it. This must look pretty
desperate, but I was going to find the source of this smell. I start
with Mike's shirt and jeans, picking them up off of the floor. Inside
the jeans, of course, is his tighty whiteys. Why does Mom buy these for
us!? I never wear mine anymore. I am surprised he still does, but there
is definitely evidence inside these 29" little drawers that Mikey wears
them. Yep, inside his shorts there are a few stains both in front and in
back. I can't help myself, I bring them up to my nose and inhale. OH
MAAAANNN... that smells so hot. The front smells of cum and they are
bit crusty. The back smells of ass.... in a really good way. Oh, I am
pounding my cock as I am sniffing these pants. I start to crave the
smells and taste of Mike.

I never felt any attraction to my brother before, I always thought of him
as a pain in the ass. Now here I am smelling the cloth that clothes that
ass, and I LOVE IT. But this is not the source of the smell that stopped
me in my tracks. There is something muskier in here. I tuck the shorts
under my airpit as I go further into the room. I am not going to give
these back... they are going under my pillow for my midnight jack. I am
gonna wear these on my head as I pound off later!

I make my way over to his bed and I throw back the comforter that is
tangled up in his sheets. His sheets, much like mine are smeared in
crusty cum. My Mom must hate washing these things! Fortunately for me,
they haven't been washed this week. There is crusty cum everywhere and
as I lower my head down to the sheets for sniff, I am nearly overcum by
the smell of boy cum. But it is not coming from the sheets themselves.
No, these sheets smell great, but there is something toward that back of
the bed, tucked under the sheets against the wall. OH YEAH... a cum
rag. My little bro has a spunk rag tucked up snuggly against the wall.
I climb onto the bed, kneel down and pick up the rag. It is hard in a
lot of places, well used, rarely washed, but right in the middle, there
is a wet spot. A huge wet spot. My little bro must have blown a wad
earlier this morning, because this is very fresh cum and this is the
source of the smell that has my cock leaking like a sieve.

I bring the towel up to my face and enhale the beautiful aroma of Mike's
seed. It smells soo good. I am pounding my dick like a mad man. I rub
the towel under my nose. There is now wet cum, Mike's wet cum, under my
nose. Every breath I take, every enhailation, smells of cum. I am
getting close to popping myself. I can hardly hold back, my legs are
shaking. I rub the towel over my face, and I am now smeared with my
bro's spunk. I love it. Shit... this is so hot. I can't stand it. I
am gonna shoot. Oh shit, oh shit! I start to spray everywhere. My hand
is pounding my cock and it is spraying everywhere. All over Mike's
sheets, all over the wall, all over my hand and into his cum rag. I
fall back onto his bed exhausted. Covered in my cum now, and with Mike's
cum all over my face. I have never been happier!

But damn... what do I do now? Should I just leave? There is no way
shithead isn't gonna notice this. Clearly there is a lot more cum in
here now than there was when he left this morning. I begin to wipe the
cum off the wall with his rag. Mostly this just is smearing it in.
Okay, this isn't working. There is only one thing I can do at this
point. I am gonna have to do some laundry. I have to get rid of the
evidence that I spuged all over my brother's bed.

I start to pull the sheets off Mike's bed. I grab the clothes off the
floor too. The underwear and the cum rag are not going into the
laundry. These items are definitely going back to my room. I drag
everything else downstairs and throw it into the laundry on hot.

I go back upstairs and wipe down the wall with a clean wet rag. Alright,
so how do I explain that I am now doing my brother's laundry. Then I
think of it. I will tell Mikey that the smell from his room was sooo bad
that I did the laundry to keep from gagging. No wait, even better, so
that Mom wouldn't have to do it. Yeah, thats it! I will tell him that
he needs to start being more sensitive to those around him, and that he
should start taking care of himself... now that he is a man.

I head back to my room. Treasures in hand.


End of Part 1

Part 2 is Mike's story. :)

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