Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2017 00:04:13 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonthan Questral Subject: BULLY: INVINCIBLE (Part 1 - The Sniff Wrestlers) BULLY: INVINCIBLE Part 1 - The Sniff Wrestlers By Jon Questral b/b, oral, rimming, scent = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = The following story is a work of fiction. Please give generously to the Nifty Archive Alliance. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = BULLY: INVINCIBLE (Part 1 - The Sniff Wrestlers) Vince 14yo - the Bully and Tyler's older brother Tyler 13yo - my best friend Jon 13yo - me After the game, Vince shoved me against the wall in the locker room and snatched my cap off my head. I had lost track of the ball in the glare of the sun and missed what should have been an easy play. "What's up, faggot? You just lost us the game," Vince said as his jeering friends looked on from behind him. The rest of the Weston Middle School baseball team shuffled dejectedly as they retrieved their bags and prepared to leave. "The sun was in my eyes. I couldn't see the ball." The excuse sounded weak even to me, but it was true. Anyone could have missed that catch and I had made an earnest scramble to salvage the play afterwards. Subsequent mistakes by other players had also contributed to our loss. "That's why we shouldn't let fags on the team," Vince announced and punched me in the chest. "Leave me alone, Vince," I said with the most assertive voice I could muster. "Why? Are you gonna cry? Like a little queer?" he asked and slapped the side of my face with his baseball mitt. He leaned closer to me with his face next mine and watched me intently. I felt the sting of tears welling in my eyes. "Yeah, he's gonna bawl," Terry observed from beside Vince. I felt like they were closing in on me. "Gimme my cap!" I demanded and grabbed for it. Vince tossed it aside and drew back a fist to punch me. It looked like he was aiming for my face this time. "Leave him alone, Vince!" Tyler said as he shoved his way past Terry and bravely inserted himself between me and his older brother's fist. Vince looked amused and pissed off at the same time, like he suddenly couldn't decide which one of us he'd rather punch. It was Tyler's willingness to stand up to his brother, and it was Vince's momentary hesitation that probably kept both of us from getting our asses kicked. "Alright boys, let's go!" Coach Hayes called from down the hall. It gave the bullies time to safely withdraw, but not before Vince issued an ominous warning. "You two queers are gonna get it later," he hissed just before Coach Hayes walked in. "I said let's go!" Coach shouted and clapped his hands. Everyone followed Coach Hayes out of the locker room but Tyler lingered behind with me. He picked up my cap and handed it to me. "Forget about 'Invincible.' He's just a big bully," Tyler said earnestly as we hurried to join the rest of the team to go out for pizza. "Invincible" was our sarcastic nickname for Vince because the word encompassed his name and seemed like the perfect way to make fun of him and his inflated ego. We always said it with an exaggerated, mocking emphasis on the second syllable like this: "in-VINC-ible." The only thing he hated worse was when Tyler called him 'Vincie' - a term of endearment used by their mother that Vince now considered an insult. Once again, Tyler had stood up for me against Vince, who was always bullying both of us. We were the same age but I looked up to Tyler because he was cooler, stronger and more confident than I was. It had felt like envy at first, but deep inside I knew it was more than my admiration of his good looks, social popularity and athletic prowess. I knew it was more than that because I had smelled Tyler's ass and I loved it. Just one whiff while we were wrestling on the floor in his bedroom one day and I was hooked. At the time, I couldn't have articulated why I was so intrigued by my best friend's secret scent, but I was. After that first whiff, I started trying to smell his funky asshole every chance I got. My own scent had not escaped my attention, but his was somehow better and more exciting to smell. Tyler and I had been best friends since 1st grade, but that summer before our 7th grade year, we became boyfriends. After our losing game that day, we went out for pizza with the opposing team and the mood was friendly and cheerful despite our loss. Coach Hayes talked to us about the mistakes we had made and he acknowledged that the final play had not been my fault alone. He assured us that a series of errors had led to our loss, but overall, we had played well. Coach's pep talk made me feel better but it didn't seem to change Vince's view on the subject. He kept glaring at me and slamming his fist against his open palm whenever our gazes met. Clearly, he still intended to kick my ass, which was a serious problem because I was sleeping over with Tyler that night. We'd had sleepovers before, but Tyler had always come to my house so we could avoid Vince. That night, I knew I would have to be brave and face the music since my parents were out of town for the weekend. Tyler and I spent the evening laughing, talking and playing video games in his room. Vince had Terry over, but they stayed in Vince's room down the hall and mostly ignored us except when Vince came to retrieve his Call of Duty video game. He knocked first but then barged in without waiting for an invitation. Terry waited at the door with a devious grin on his face. "Sup bitches? What are you fags doing in here? Surprised I didn't catch you trying to make butt babies together," Vince said and Terry snickered. "Get out of my room, Vincie!" Tyler taunted his brother bravely. I just sat there and tried not to be noticed. "I came for my Call of Duty game, beyotch. Where is it?" Vince demanded, ignoring the insult for the moment. "Here's your game, asshole," Tyler said as he grabbed the game from among the ones scattered next to us on the floor and tossed it toward Vince. Tyler probably meant for Vince to miss it, but he nimbly grabbed it from the air, juggled it unsteadily for a moment, and managed to catch it. "See, that's how you make a catch, Jonny-Gay," Vince boasted and nonchalantly tossed the game to Terry who neatly caught it. "You two queers have a good time tonight." With that, the two bullies left the room. A couple of hours later, Tyler and I were wrestling on his bedroom floor and I was excitedly trying to sniff his ass. Neither of us had taken a shower after the game and my own ass was tangy and ripe, so I knew Tyler's would be perfect. As we tumbled, I was getting little whiffs of his tantalizing scent and it was driving me crazy. I kept trying to get my face and nose in the right place for a proper sniff, but he wouldn't be still long enough. Finally, as we paused for a rest, giggling and breathless. Tyler flopped onto his belly and lay there with his eyes closed as if he'd been knocked out. Unable to resist, I leaned over and sniffed his asshole through the seat of his basketball shorts. I was so focused on smelling his ass and so mesmerized by the strangely intoxicating scent that I was willing to take the chance. He lay still as I sniffed his ass for a couple of seconds, inhaling a hot smell like sweet mustard on a ballpark hotdog, and then rolled over onto my back beside him like nothing had happened. "Why'd you do that?" Tyler asked suddenly, rolling onto his side facing me and propped on one elbow. I felt my face flush and my chest tighten. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe and I couldn't think of what to say. I couldn't even look at him. He had been resting with his eyes closed and I had only taken a quick whiff. I didn't think there was any way he could have noticed what I was doing. "Do what?" I finally managed to say. I tried to sound genuinely mystified by his question, but my voice came out weak and raspy. "You know what you did." I was busted. I lay there in silence, wishing I could disappear. I had never felt such panic and embarrassment in my life. "You sniffed my ass." "No, I didn't." "Yes, you did." "I did not!" "Dude, I felt you doing it!" An awkward silence arose between us like a dark cloud. I felt like something terrible was going to happen; like I was about to lose my best friend. "Why would I sniff your butt, man?" I said, and sat up with my back to him. I instantly found myself wishing I hadn't asked that question and I was afraid of how he might answer it. My mouth was dry and I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears. "Whatever, bro. It's okay," he said and chuckled. "It's okay?" I asked, finally mustering the courage to turn and look him in the eyes. He had a sly grin on his face I had seen before, and I knew it didn't necessarily mean he was amused. "Yeah whatever, man. I'm down with it," he said and stood up. "You're down with it? You mean you don't mind?" I asked, looking up at him from where I sat as he walked by. "Dude, shut up! I said it's cool." He plopped down on one of the bean bag chairs in front of the TV, picked up the game controller and started the video game again. I watched him play for a few seconds and then sat in the other beanbag chair next to him. Silence lingered between us for a few minutes until I couldn't stand it any longer. "So, you're really cool with it?" "Cool with what?" he asked nonchalantly without taking his eyes off the game. I didn't respond immediately because I wasn't sure how to answer. "Sniffing your...you know...," I stammered and trailed off. "So, you did sniff my ass!" he exclaimed and sprang from his seat to attack me, playfully wrestling me to the floor and tickling me. He quickly pinned me on my back, straddled me, and grasped my wrists, pinning my arms against the floor. "Admit it and I'll let you up!" he said looking down at me laughing. I shook my head emphatically from side to side, so he let go of my wrists and started gouging my ribs, tickling me mercilessly while a I laughed and struggled to escape. "Okay, okay, I sniffed your ass!" I finally admitted and he stopped tickling me, but he was still sitting on me with that cute grin on his face. "You think I'm weird?" "Dude, you sniffed my ass," he said and laughed. "So, I'm weird?" "Well...," he mused and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, what?" "I don't think you're weird, bro. It's all good." "Nah, you're just saying that," I replied, unable to believe him. "How do I know you're not just fuckin' with me?" "Well, maybe...what if I umm...y'know...." "What?" "Never mind," he said and released me. He got grabbed the miniature basketball on the floor nearby and tossed it toward the goal on the closet door. "No, tell me," I insisted, sitting up on the floor. "It doesn't matter," he said sullenly and sat on his bed Indian style. "It matters to me." I retrieved the basketball and tossed it to him. He made another shot and missed. "Dude, maybe it is kind of weird, but what if...?" "What if...what?!" I demanded as I tossed the ball to him again. "What if I smelled yours too?" "When?" "When we were wrestling." "On purpose?" "I don't know. I guess." "Well, I'd be down with it," I said and grinned, using his terminology. My heart fluttered at the thought that he might have been sniffing my ass too. Tyler laughed and threw the ball at me, bouncing it off my forehead. I tackled him on the bed to playfully retaliate, and suddenly we were wrestling again. Within seconds I realized he was wrestling me into position to smell my butt. I had two seconds to worry that it might be too stinky for him before he was holding me down and sniffing my ass through my shorts just as I had sniffed his. "Does it stink?" I asked nervously as he sniffed. I could feel his nose and face touching me and his breath puffing against the seat of my shorts as he quietly huffed the smell of my sweaty hole. "No dude, I like it," he said and sniffed me again. "Let's wrestle in our undies!" I suggested, spontaneously going with the flow of our exciting little game. "Ok!" he agreed at once. We hopped to our feet beside the bed and stripped down to our briefs. "Dude, your dick is hard from smelling my asshole," I announced and pointed at the bulge in the front of his undies. "So? Yours is hard from smelling mine," he countered and we both laughed because it was true. Both our dicks were hard because we had been sniffing each other's tangy assholes. When he lunged at me, I retreated but there wasn't far to run in his cluttered bedroom. He pursued me and I jumped onto the bed and tried to scramble across it, but he caught me by the ankle. I shrieked and giggled with delight as he pulled me toward him and clambered onto the bed after me. "Shh! Mom and dad might wake up," he warned. Tyler climbed on top of me, grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the bed, pressing his pelvis against mine, but I didn't struggle to free myself. Instead, I looked up at him to see what he would do next. Grinning mischievously, he leaned down and gave me a boyish peck on the lips. His breath smelled like pickles and orange slices as his lips met mine, but there was no lingering smooch. Then we were giggling and wrestling again, vigorously at first, and then in a slow tumble as we found a way to sniff each other's asses and crotches. We ended up on our sides in a sniff sixty-nine, legs apart with one knee up while we explored each other's scent. Tyler's undies were slightly damp with sweat and the scent of his sweaty, shortstop asshole was coming through the seat of them loud and clear. I didn't try to make sense of what was happening and I wouldn't have been able to explain it at the time. All I knew was that I liked smelling Tyler's hidden scent and that he was smelling mine. "I dare you to lick my dick," he said suddenly and rolled onto his back. He was propped up on his elbows with his legs spread apart and looking at me with that mischievous grin again. I looked from his face to his crotch where his hard dick was making a prominent tent in the front of his briefs. I didn't say anything, I just crawled forward and licked his hard cock through the cloth of his briefs. His dick and balls smelled good too, like a warm, sweaty yeast roll. "No, dummy! The real thing," he said and laughed. "Oh," I said and snickered. "Ok." He hooked his left thumb under the waistband of his undies and pulled the front of them down, exposing his hard cock for me to lick. His tool was between five and six inches long, neatly clipped, with a small bush of light brown pubes, just like mine. I paused for only a moment to look at it up close before licking the head of it. I licked it tentatively at first and then more eagerly as I inhaled the scent of it. I had never sucked a dick before so I was just following my instincts when I took Tyler's cock into my mouth and caressed it with my lips and tongue. "Dude, that feels good," Tyler said quietly and I just kept licking and sucking as I tried to figure out the best way to do it. Soon, he was wriggling out of his undies as I helped him pull them off and tossed them aside. The tangy scent of his asshole was strong in the air around us and, when I crawled between his outspread legs again, I didn't hesitate to lick the slick, sweaty source of that magical smell. The house was quiet except for the low hum and bubbling of the aquarium on Tyler's desk, the faint sound of music from down the hall in Vince's room, and the quiet slurping of me sucking Tyler's cock. Our video game was silently paused on the TV screen, adding to the dim glow of the aquarium to create the perfect mood lighting for two 13-year-old boys to have their first homosexual experience together. I succeeded in making Tyler cum and I swallowed his hot load. Afterwards, he laid there for a few minutes totally naked and relaxed with a big grin on his face. I lay quietly beside him with my mind buzzing from a cascade of feelings and emotions. I had just sucked my best friends cock and I could hardly believe it. Until he sat up and announced it was his turn to suck mine, I hadn't really considered that he might want to reciprocate, since my fantasies had been all about me licking and sucking him. He patted the pillows, inviting me to lie down and I bashfully complied. Once I was in place he pulled my undies off and sucked my cock just as I had sucked his. He licked my asshole too, and I could tell by the way he did it, that it wouldn't be long before he fucked me. Tyler didn't fuck me that night, but by the time school started that fall, he was blowing loads up my tight ass on a regular basis, and I loved it. I fucked him a couple of times too, but the chemistry wasn't there for continuing that as part of our intimacy. Instead we fell into the more natural and fulfilling pattern of me as the bottom and him as the top, although we continued to trade blowjobs. We both had girlfriends but girls did not interest or excite me. Tyler was especially popular with the girls and he liked them too, so I often found myself feeling jealous. I knew I would loathe myself if I acted like a whiney little bitch about it, but I brought it up one night when Tyler was sleeping over at my house. We were sitting next to each other playing a video game and Tyler made a comment about one of the video characters. "Whoa, she's hot!" he said when she appeared on the screen. I immediately felt that unpleasant, angsty feeling you get when you suspect your lover is trying to tell you something. "Nah, not really," I countered flatly, but he didn't seem to hear me. He was busy shooting enemy spies in the game we were playing. I waited until his turn was over and asked, "Do you like girls or boys more?" "I dunno, but either way, I'm never breaking up with you," he replied and gave me an affectionate punch on the shoulder. His answer satisfied me and left me with a warm, secure feeling, but as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Over the next few weeks, I would find out that Tyler's answer about never breaking up with me was true, but I could never have guessed that it would be Vince and not girls that would change everything.