Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2000 16:03:20 -0400 (EDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Stroke-n-Sniff

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with watersports and mansmells.  If you are
under the age of eighteen, or find this kind of sexual activity
offensive, STOP HERE!

Stroke-n-Sniff
By Rim4you

Chapter One

Rodney was one of those men whom I met, by chance encounter, at my
friend Mike's house.  He was getting ready to leave Mike's place when I
knocked on the door.

One thing you gotta understand about Mike, his sexual appetite is
insatiable and his front door is more like a revolving door into a world
of raw, man to man heat.  So it was no surprise to me when Mike opened
the door and let me in, that his previous trick was in the process of
leaving.

"Todd!"  Mike said, clasping his arm around my shoulder and leading me
into the living room, "I'd like you to meet Rodney.  Rodney, this is
Todd."

"Hey, Rodney!"  I greeted, nodding my head.

"Hi, Todd!"  Rodney nodded his head back, acknowledging me.  "I was just
leaving.  Nice meeting you.  Catch ya later, Mike."

"Later, dude!"  Mike hollerd back.

As Rodney opened the front door, he turned to glance at me again,
flashing a tremendous smile.

"Maybe we'll run into each other again," Rodney said, closing the door
behind him.

"Who was that hunk, Mike?"

"Oh, Rodney!  You like that huh?"

"Yes, I do!"

"Well, maybe I can set you two up.  Gotta be discreate with him though,"
Mike pointed to his ring finger, "he's married.  Got two kids too!
Whenever he gets the urge for cock, he calls.  Not the other way
around."

"I see."

"Want me to give Rodney your number, Todd, the next time he comes
around?"

"Sure!"

"No problem!"  Mike exclaimed, as he sat down beside me on the sofa and
pulled me towards him.  "How's about you and me doing the nasty thing?"

"Don't we always?" I responded, leaning to receive his kiss.

Chapter Two

It was Saturday night.  I didn't much feel like going to the bar.  It
had been two weeks since Mike and I had gotten together and I had met
Rodney.  Mike had told me, during a phone conversation one everning,
that Rodney had swung by his place one afternoon for some fun, and that
before Rodney left, he was tucking the slip of paper with my phone
number on it into his wallet.  Ever since that phone conversation with
Mike, I just couldn't get Rodney out of my mind.

I was extremely horny that night.  I wanted some action but I just
wasn't in the mood to drag myself into the shower, get dressed and head
across town to "Spurs," my favorite bar.  Nope.  I wanted the action to
come to me.

I picked up the phone and started calling guys from my little black
book.  No luck.  Even the "old reliables," like Mike, had plans for the
evening.

"Fuck!"  I sighed, "looks like it's just you and me, Tonto!"  Tonto was
the pet name I'd given my cock.  Right now it was hard, throbbing and
leaking pre-cum.

Just as I began to stroke my eleven and a half inches of aching cock,
the phone rang.  I was almost half tempted not to answer it.

"Hello!"

"Todd?"

"Yeah, this is Todd."

"I don't know if you remember me.  We met at Mike's a couple weeks back.
I'm Rodney."

"Hey, Rodney!  What's up?"  I tried to mask any excitedness in my voice.
I didn't want to come across as being overanxious.

"Ah, not much.  Just kickin' back, knockin' down some brews and ... uh
... kind of itchin'.  Know what I mean?"

"Know the feelin', buddy."  I responded, not wanting to let on to the
fact that I was just about to do some heavy duty strokin' with lady five
fingers before the phone rang.  "Kind of feelin' the same way here too!"

"You think maybe we could ... I mean ... uh ... Mike said I could call
ya sometime and ... uh ... I got a couple of hours to ..."

"Wanna come over, Rodney?"  I asked.

"Can I?  I mean ... if you've got plans maybe we could arrange ..."

"I've got no plans for tonight."

"I would like to see you,"  Rodney said.

"Then come on over.  I'm just two blocks away from Mike, on Santa Clara
Drive."

"You sure?"  Rodney asked.

"Yeah!"  I answered, "Just give me a minute to jump in the shower,
okay?"

"Uh ..."  Rodney hesitated.

"What?"  I asked.

"I know this is gonna sound wierd and if it's freaky just tell me,
okay?"

"Okay, Rodney."

"Would you not jump in the shower, Todd? I mean ... uh ... if that's a
problem ..."

"No problem here, Rodney,  different strokes for different folks.  Have
you taken a shower today?"

"No," Rodney answered, "I haven't.  Would that bother you, Todd?"

"Why don't you let me figure that one out for myself?  Come on over."

"I'll be there in about forty-five minutes, okay?"

"I'll be here."

"Well, Tonto!"  I quirked, giving my cock a light squeeze, "looks like
we're gonna have ourselves some fun tonight!  Hi-yo-silver ..."  I
shrieked.

Chapter Three

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the doorbell ring.  Bracing myself,
I strode towards the door and opened it.  Standing in the doorway was
this Adonis of a man.  He was tall.  About 6'4" and powerfully built
from what I could see.  His wavy, chestnut brown hair cascaded onto his
broad shoulders.  He had deep, steel gray eyes, full lips and a square
jaw.  The tight fitting, white tank top that he was wearing clearly
outlined the symetrical curves and contours of his massive chest, which
tapered to a washboard stomach and slim waistline.  His skin tight,
faded jeans, ripped at the knees, did not fail to hide his full,
inviting basket nor his thunderous thighs which seamed to stretch every
thread of the denim material of his jeans.

I tried to conceal my exhuberance and awe as best I could.

"Rodney!"

"Todder!"  his voice bellowed, deep and masculine.

"Come on in," I barely gasped.

As he strode into the livingroom, I detected a faint scent emanating
from him.  It was a musky fragrance.  It was his scent.  The
distinguishing mark of his masculinity.

But it was the sight of his full, firm butt, encased so tightly in his
jeans, that caught my attention and almost made my mouth drool on the
spot, when he swaggered past me.  I wanted to reach out and touch it
immediately, but refrained.

"Didn't know what you drank, Todder.  Stopped by the store and picked us
up some Icehouse.  That okay with you?"

"Sure.  Icehouse is fine."

Rodney handed me the suitcase of beer and I headed off towards the
kitchen to put it in the refrigerator.

"Nice place you got here, Todder!"

"Thanks!"  I hollered.  "Make yourself comfortable."

"That, I will," Rodney replied.

When I returned to the livingroom with our beers, Rodney was leaning up
against the mantle of the fireplace, thumbing though a magazine.  He was
facing me and had stripped of his tight jeans standing there in the
grundgiest jockstrap I had ever seen.  It was obviously old, worn and
tattered.  The pouch was deeply stained, almost a light brown in color.
>From the looks of it, it had never been washed.

Approaching him, my hand extended with his beer, the sweaty stench from
his crotch wafted into my nostrils.  I sighed at the aroma.

"Beer?"  I asked, tentatively, handing it to him.

"Oh, sorry!"  Rodney responded, "got caught up in this magazine.  This
photo of these two guys pissin' on each other ... wow!  That's so
fuckin' hot!  ... Thanks for the beer, babe!"

I trembled when this virtual God of a man, reeking with animal
masculinity, uttered the word, "babe!"

"How could I possibly satisfy the needs of this hunk?"  I thought to
myself.

Now, don't get me wrong.  I'm not an eyesore.  I work out at the gym
four times a week.  But I'm not gonna say that I'm God's gift to mankind
either, and I do get the approving glances from some of the guys at the
gym.  But Rodney .... he seemed so far above me.  Beyond me.  Yet he did
not come across as one of those guys that was hung up on himself.  In
fact, as the evening progressed, he clearly came across as a guy that
was a little embarassed that he couldn't help the way he looked and
couldn't understand why guys drooled over him.

"You're welcome," I stammered, handing him his beer.

"Bottoms up!"  Rodney grinned, flashing me a pearly white smile than
chugging down his beer.

I watched, mesmerized, as he swallowed every drop in one, long gulp,
afterwhich he belched, tapping his chest.

"Excuse me," Rodney said.  "Didn't know how thirsty I was,"

He smacked his lips seductively then walked towards me.  Grasping my
waist in his powerful grip, he tugged me towards him and beant his head
down to kiss me.

I melted and nearly dropped the beer bottle I clutched in my hand.

"Whoa!  Whoa, Todder!"  Rodney exclaimed, breaking our kiss, as he
grasped the bottle which almost slipped from my hand.  "Relax, babe!
I'm just a guy wantin' some fun tonight and I wanna be with you!  When I
saw you at Mike's, I just knew.  There was this hunger in your eyes and
I think you saw that hunger in mine too."

"A hunger for something above and beyond?"  I gasped.

"You got it, babe,"  Rodney replied, softly, tracing his tongue over my
lips.  "Hungry for something nasty! Hungry for something dirty!"

"Fuck!"  I moaned, as his saliva trailed across my lips.

I reached down to fondle his full, bulging pouch.  The material was
damp.  He thrust his moist pouch forward, into the palm of my hand.

"Oh yeah, Todder boy!"  Rodney sighed back, rub my nasty pouch!  Get my
stink on you!"

Sinking to my knees I gazed up to the filthy jockstrap that contained
Rodney's manhood.  I watched with awe and lust as my hand swirled over,
fondled, squeezed and groped the swollen basket.

"Smell me, Todder!"  Rodney moaned, as he took my head in his hands and
nudged me towards his jock pouch.  "Tell me what you smell, lover boy!"

I buried my face into the reeking pouch of Rodney's jockstrap.  I
inhaled deeply and took delight in its foul, pungent, heady aroma.

"What do you smell, Todder?"

Ah fuck, Rodney!"  I sighed, "I smell ... I smell your musk, your funk,
your stink.  I smell sweat, piss, cum and god only knows what else!"

"Do you like the way I smell?"

"Yes!  Yes!"  I gasped, yanking down the front of my shorts to free my
aching cock and touch it.

"I adore your stink!  I worship your stink!"  I sobbed, frenzied with
desire as I grazed my nose over ever fiber of the putrid, reeking jock
pouch.

"That's it, Todder!  You're doin' it, lover boy!  Yeah!  Stroke and
sniff!  Play with that big, fuckin' monster dick of yours while you
sniff my skanky crotch!  I love it, man.  I love it when guys get off on
my stink!"

Rodney grabbed the back of my head and forcefully buried it deeply into
his crotch, grinding and marking me with his scent.

In my greed and hunger I opened my mouth and sucked wantonly the bulbous
head of his dick into my mouth, sucking the stench from his jock pouch,
savoring its tangy deliciousness.

"Oh, baby!"  Rodney crooned, "you wanna taste my stink now?"

I shook my head vigorously, not releasing my sucking mouth from his
pouch.  I was in cock-stink heaven now.

"Well, Todder boy," Rodney said, with a deep huskiness, "I'm gonna let
you taste some of my prime stink now!  You ready?"

"Uh-huh!"  I groaned.

Slowly, I detected a wetness that I recognized seep into my mouth.  It
was warm.  It trickled at first, then shot out it short bursts, followed
by a stream, a gushing flow.  Rodney's piss was filling my mouth.  I
gulped.  Swallow after luxurious swallow of his rancid, golden nectar I
let cascade down my throat.  It was like a waterfall which frothed its
steamy mist and tumbled down the abyss of my throat.  I drank, I
slurped, I sucked each droplet until he was drained, smacking my pig
lips in absolute delight and depraved pleasure.

"Like that, Todder?"  Rodney hissed.

"Fuck yes!"  I sobbed, wantonly.

"My stink tastes good, dosen't it?"

"Yes!  Yes!"  I cried.

Chapter Four

I crumpled to the floor, sighing and heaving, delirious with wanton
lust.  I stroked my cock and sniffed my pissy hand.

Rodney stood, legs spread, towering above me.

"You got it, Todder," Rodney hissed, "the name of the game is stroke and
sniff!"

"I gotta pop my nut!"  I groaned, thrashing about on the floor at his
feet.

"Oh, baby!"  Rodney purred, "not yet.  I haven't even touched myself
yet.  We've got a way to go still.  I wanna get you so fuckin' hot
you'll beg me to come back.  Don't get me wrong, Todder, I'm not saying
that I'm a greek god or anything.  It's just ... just ... that I ... uh
... get off on guys who get off on me.  Watchin' you get turned on to me
is what excites me the most.  And I'm not a mean bastard either, Todder.
Whatever you do to me, I will gladly do to you!"

I lurched myself onto my knees before Rodney as if supplicating him to
do with me whatever he desired.

"Take off your clothes, babe,"  Rodney whispered, softly.

Without raising myself from my kneeling position, before him, the god of
my idolatry, I slowly stripped off my t-shirt and tossed it aside.  In a
similar manner I yanked and tugged at my shorts until I had rid myself
of them.  Completely naked before Rodney, I hung my head and spread my
legs wide so that he could see the effect he was having on me.  My
eleven and a half inches of cock meat sprang to attention.

"You're fuckin' beautiful!"  Rodney gasped, cupping his hand under my
quaking chin and raising my head so that my questioning blue eyes met
his eyes of steel gray.

"No!  No!"  I shook my head from side to side.  "You are the gladiator
of my every waking desire and I ... I ... I'm nothing!"

I fell down on my hands and knees before him, my lips coming to graze
against the hiking boots he was wearing.  Never in my life had a man so
captivated me; so completely turned me inside-out.

In any given sexual situation, I prided my prowess as being totally a
top.  But with Rodney, I foud myself in submission, subservient to him
and I gladly welcomed it.  Rodney had only to command and I would
surrender myself completely to anything.  Even if it were the most vile
and disgusting act conceivable.

I found myself sniffing and lapping at his boots with my tongue.

"Oh yeah, Todder boy!"  Rodney moaned, stroke and sniff!"

At his command, I grasped my cock which was oozing pre-cum, and stroked
it slowly, gently.  Finding his boot strings, I tugged at them with my
teeth, yanking the strings from each eyelet.  Then I pulled the tongue
of his boot forward with my teeth, loosening his boot so his socked foot
could be released.

As he stepped out of each boot, a pungent, ripe aroma filled my
nostrils. I  Iowered my face to each socked foot and inhaled the strong
fragrance.  Its stench was electrifying,  As I bathed each socked foot
in my mouth, my saliva softened the rancid crustiness of his socks.  The
flavor of Rodney's sweaty feet mingled with the essense of his jock
pouch and piss.

"Oh, sweet baby!"  Rodney cooed.

"Stroke and sniff," I whispered, lustfully.

Chapter 5

Rodney and I took a breather.  We chilled down for awhile, sipping on
another beer and smoking a cigarette.

Around fifteen minutes later, Rodney drew me into his powerful arms and
began kissing me deeply, passionately.  His tongue penetrated the wet
cavity of my mouth.  Swirling.  Sucking.  As if he were trying to draw
the very life force out of me.

Rodney reached down to my aching, throbbing cock and began a slow, easy
stroke.  His strong hand was soft and gentle to the touch.  Like a
feather duster caressing my manhood.  I groaned with deep pleasure.
Never had I experienced such erotic peasure from a man.

Usually it was just the frenzied suck, fuck. Wham-bam-thank-you-sir kind
of thing.  But with Rodney it was all so different.  He electrified my
very soul with his sensuality.  I writhed at his touch.  Instinctively I
inhaled deeply as he stroked my pulsing cock.

"Ah, lover boy!"  Rodney sighed, "I'm depriving you, aren't I?"

"Do what you want to me," I moaned.

Rodney released his gentle grip from my cock.  Standing, he swaggered
across the room to a large, overstuffed chair.

This was the first time I was afforded the pleasure of seeing the naked
flesh of his full, muscular ass.  The mounds of his asscheeks were
creamy white, smooth and with very little hair.  He climbed onto the
chair, his backside towards me.  Inviting me.  He spread his legs wide
and arched his back, jutting his ass high into the air.  Turning his
head back to look at me over his shoulder, his hair swirling like the
mane of a lion, he beckoned to me.

"Come to me, lover boy!  I've saved the best for last!"

Hypnotized, I slid off the sofa onto my knees and crawled towards
Rodney's upturned, waiting ass.  My eyes drawn to the puckered rosebud
of his asshole.

When I had arrived to within inches of his muscular buns, I sniffed the
air cautiously. The aroma of fermented musk was faint at first.

"Smell my ass, Todder!"

"Smell your ass?"

"Yeah!  You can do it, buddy!"

"But ..."

"Please!"  Rodney whispered.

"It's dirty!"

"Smell my ass, lover boy!"

I lowered my head towards the cleft of his ass about another inch.  I
sniffed.

"You know what to do, Todder!"

"Stroke and sniff!"

"Yeah!  Now smell your gladiator's ass!"

I inhaled again.  Deeper this time.  The aroma was strong and heady.  A
mixture of sweat, ass juice and shit all combined, fermented and
ripened.

"I wanna hear you smell it, Todder.  I wanna hear you sniffin' out my
stinky ass!"

I took several deep breaths.  Long, loud, rasping breaths.  Surprisingly
my cock respnded by jerking wildly.  It rose to its rock hard fullness.
I was amazed and entranced that a stench so foul could arouse me so
fully.  I pressed my nose against Rodney's moist asshole.  I sighed and
inhaled deeply.

"Ah baby!"  Rodney groaned, "You are turnin' me on fuckin' big time
now!"

As I breathed his ass funk, my tongue swirled around his pucker.  I drew
his ass juices into my mouth.

"Do it baby!"  Rodney's voice became more feverish.  "Taste my stink!
Fuckin' gonna blow my wad in my jockstrap, lover boy!"

"Stroke and sniff!"  I chanted over and over as I felt my balls churn,
on the verge of an explosive orgasm.  "Stroke and sniff! ... stroke and
sniff!"

"Fuck!  Lover boy!  Fuck!"  Rodney bellowed, "I'm fuckin' shootin' my
spunk!"

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!"  I groaned, as I took one final sniff and swirled my
tongue over Rodney's asshole, my cum flying through the air.

Epilogue

Rodney never touched himself during that first encounter of ours.  I
never saw his cock that first night.  He spooged his jockstrap.  He
cleaned up, privately, in the bathroom and left his grundgy strap behind
as a token.

We got together many times after that until he took a position for a law
firm in southern California and moved.

From time to time my phone still rings and Rodney is on the other end,
working me through the paces ... instructing me to stroke and sniff.

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