Date: Sat, 02 Jul 2022 20:41:14 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Laundry Basket Laundry Basket by Underjug as a thank you to Billy T/b, scentplay, sniffing, con ********** IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! HELP THE SITE TO REACH THEIR GOAL THIS MONTH! Support Nifty in any way you can so we don't lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org/ Thanks to all who email with nice things to say. We also post our stories at the AlltheFallen and 3DBoys sites. ********** Billy had discovered the perfect hiding spot! His friend Kevin would never find him in a million years. The two carefree boys loved to hang out together and one of their favorite games was hide 'n' seek. Mainly it was Kevin pushing for them to play the game, since he was good at it and almost always won. Billy might spend upwards of an hour searching for his sneaky friend before finally giving up; on the other hand, he himself could easily be found in a matter of minutes. In bounds was Kevin's house, the nearby playground and the strip mall. So it was possible to hide in any room on his friend's property, the trees around the field and most of the stores (not the pub, of course, since both boys were only 10 years old). A faint voice could be heard out in the backyard. "Ready or not, here I come!" Billy chuckled at the sound of the gate creaking open and closed. Undoubtedly Kevin was making a beeline for the park. Which meant Billy could relax and gloat over the fact he wouldn't be found for some time. The hiding spot the fifth grader had chosen was in the bedroom belonging to Kevin's 18-year-old brother, Forest. In the early days of hide 'n' seek, the space had been deemed out of bounds. But the boys had gotten braver and when Forest was out taking kickboxing lessons, the temptation was simply too great to sneak into the room and hide under the bed or behind the curtains or in the closet. In all honesty, Kevin had been the daring one to hide in here first. He hadn't even told Billy the revised rule of the teen's bedroom now being an option. To his credit, though, Kevin had admitted to his clever trick. A couple times during subsequent games Billy had had a gut instinct to check out the formerly forbidden location and had stumbled upon his chuckling friend. But there was one hiding spot neither of them had ever considered... ...Forest's laundry basket! The plastic container was shaped like a tub and could easily fit a boy of Billy's age. Often it was piled with dirty clothes, which served as perfect camouflage. All Billy had to do was carefully burrow underneath, flatten his body, and arrange the upper layer to take on the shape of a normal jumble of laundry. Suppressing a giggle, the boy with sandy brown hair, bright blue eyes, freckled nose and dimpled cheeks got himself comfortable as he waited to see if his friend might be forced to give up his search. The air around him was different. Like the earthy aroma of old pine trees. Billy took a deep breath. The scent assailed his nostrils. Valerian-the herb his mom grew in her garden to brew in tea. That's what it smelled like. Turning upward, the youngster noticed a dirty gym sock hovering above his face. He inhaled sharply. Yes, the scent was one and the same. Except whenever Billy caught a whiff of the herb in the garden he would plug his nose. But here, in the laundry basket, the same scent drew his nostrils toward the sock... white... quarter length... black stripes... mildly soiled. There was something else different about it. The bottom of the foot was crunchy to the touch. With mild trepidation, Billy dragged it down to his nose and sniffed deeply. All at once there was an untangling and faintly uncomfortable pressure in his summer shorts. His weenis was stubbornly poking into the cotton of his tighty whities, like some face pressed against a store window. A strange prickle fluttered pleasantly around the nozzle of his weenis then faded away. Billy couldn't believe he was sniffing Forest's sock! Why did he want to do something that most people would call gross? After all, this article of clothing had been tossed out to be washed instead of explored like Billy was doing. An unexplainable compulsion overtook him and he took another whiff of the crunchy sock. At the same moment the prickle made a return visit to his weenis. The tyke's nose was aware of another scent-woodsy again, with an undertone of sweet, rich leather. His eyes searched until they landed on the source. A piece of scrunched-up fabric. It looked like undies, but also a slingshot. Abandoning the sock, Billy pulled the undies down from the laundry cloud to examine it. The frontpiece was a cotton pouch held by a wide elastic waistband. Instead of a backpiece, two thin straps were attached to the waistband and bottom of the pouch. It was a jockstrap! The gradeschooler had seen this type of undies while shopping for clothes with his mom. But he'd never held one before. The boy's weenis prickled again with the thought that the jockstrap had supported Forest's private parts. Billy stared with eyes wide, like he'd discovered buried treasure. Instinct took over again, with his hands bringing the jockstrap up to his nose. The rich leather scent became more pronounced. A thrill ran down the preteen's spine as his face docked with the inside of the cotton pouch! It was like his nostrils had been sprayed with a bottle of cologne! Surprisingly, Billy detected the creak of the back gate. Kevin must have decided the search outside would ultimately prove futile. Sure enough, the sounds of his friend entering the kitchen could be heard. Billy's momentary panic was tempered by the realization that his hiding spot was so ingenuous he'd never be found. Even though Kevin could be heard wandering around the house, Billy was safely hidden and could do as he pleased. His attention returned to the leathery scent of the jockstrap pressed against his face. It was as if Billy were in a kitchen smelling the most delicious meal. Except the odor seemed to be crawling right onto his skin so that it would cling to him forever. Thinking about the jockstrap as food prompted the boy to part his lips. Was this really happening?! Slowly he slipped the cotton pouch into his mouth and chewed. The taste was bittersweet! Like a lemon drop candy that had been sitting out in the sun all day. The kid wanted to eat it up. His little teeth gnawed delicately on the fabric, his cheeks sucking in the honey-acrid flavor. Billy was lost in the ambrosia. This was his version of paradise. Savoring the jockstrap was making his weenis intensely hard in his own undies. FLOOMPH! Billy was startled by the unanticipated extra weight of the laundry-the upper layer sinking down. To his dismay, he realized Kevin was at the closet! How was his friend always able to find him so quickly? The winner of hide 'n' seek had even gone so far as to tease the loser by dropping more laundry into the basket. "What the...?" Unexpectedly, a clump of dirty clothes rose into the air, ripping open a hole in the layer of laundry. But wait... that voice... it wasn't Billy's friend. The jockstrap was violently yanked off his face. Standing naked beside the laundry basket was Forest! Muscles for days, face of a handsome prizefighter, damp brunet hair, with his free hand balled into a fist. "Dude, what the hell you doing there?!" Billy's voice caught in his throat. "U-U-U-Um..." A jumble of thoughts and emotions competed for attention in the gradeschooler's brain. Residual ecstasy at the bouquet of teen boy smells that had gone up his nose. Tangy aftertaste of the delicious cotton pouch that still sang on his tongue. Prickles fluttering around the pressure in his crotch. Aromatic delights in the garden of dirty clothes that were still left to explore. Terror at being found in the private sanctuary of his friend's big brother. Anxiety that his terrible secret would be the cause of mockery and even shunning. Joy at the sight of a naked big boy with a thick weenis tube, plump ball bag, and turf of curly hairs that had at one time been snugly pressed up against the jockstrap. "You happy to see me?" "Huh?" Billy lay there in the laundry basket as Forest nodded at the boy's crotch. A look of extreme embarrassment crossed Billy's already reddened face at the sight of his summer shorts tenting fiercely in the crotch. "Does my brother know what you're up to...?" "W-Well..." "...huffing and chewing my used gear?" "I..." The resounding slam of the door in the kitchen made the preteen jolt a second time. It was followed by the unmistakable voice of Kevin: "Ha, not outside, so you must be hiding in the house!" Billy turned to Forest with stomach-tightening alarm. His attempt to speak was cut short by the vision of the highschooler's weenis now half-suspended in the air. It looked even longer and wider than when it had dangled. "Don't worry, Billy, I got you covered." And with that the athlete tossed the jockstrap back overtop Billy's face. The other dirty clothes that had been picked up during the boy's discovery were idly dumped back down to fill the gap. Once again Billy was hidden. "U-Uh..." "Knock yourself out, kid. I need to cool off naked in my room after my kickboxing lessons. If my dweeb brother tries to come in, I'll make him think I'm busy whacking it." Wow! Not only wasn't Billy in trouble, but Forest had given him permission to stay in the laundry basket paradise and savor the teen-made olfactory and gustatory delights! All the terror vanished from the youngster's body and what remained was unadulterated glee. Billy realized the laundry that had just been added to the pile was fresh from Forest's kickboxing lessons. A thin sheen of dampness lingered in the V-neck pullover, nylon trousers, and tighty- whities. Which made the 10-year-old's weenis extra prickly. The undies were the first to be huffed. Emanating from it was a leathery scent-sprinkled with salty perspiration and faint tang of pee. Knowing that cylinder jutting from Forest's crotch had been snuggled in the Y-front made the blue-eyed lad delirious with hunger. He sniffed and gummed the gap in the crotch. Like a kid unable to decide what present to open, Billy next brought the kickboxing trousers to his face and then the pullover. His nostrils searched out the mostly-dried pit stains to enjoy the last remnant of moisture. "You're in here, Billy, aren't you?" It was Kevin's voice. "Get out of my room, pipsqueak!" Forest was heard to shout. "Sorry, sorry..." "Can't a guy get any privacy?!" "Have you seen Billy-?" "Outside probably!" "Thanks!" Billy had to stifle a giggle. It all seemed so naughty. But the tyke wouldn't trade any of it for the world. He waited to see what might happen next. His weenis stiffened at the sound of Forest approaching the closet. "So, you like huffing my laundry." Silence fell upon the room. The boy wanted to shout his enthusiastic agreement; however, the teen's tonally ambiguous statement teetered between amused interest and deadpan contempt. ".....................................Uh-huh." It took no time for Forest to respond: "Hot." Billy shivered with excitement. "Th-Thanks." "Did you check out my crusty sock?" "Y-Yeah..." "Know what was in it?" "Nuh-uh..." "Wanna find out?" "Sure!" "I see you chewed up my jock." "Sorry." "Don't be sorry. Were you doing the same thing to my briefs?" "Your...?" "Underwear." "Uh-huh." "Lay the briefs across your face again and chew." Billy's weenis got painfully hard again in his shorts as he did as instructed. His mouth enthusiastically grazed on the opening of the tighty-whities. He sensed Forest's body positioning itself above the laundry basket. Then he heard rapid thrusts of a fist and the quickening of breaths. "Keep enjoying my briefs." Billy hadn't actually paused his sensual tasting of the undies' crotch. With elated anticipation he wondered what exactly was happening, though his hunch was Forest was playing with his big boy weenis. "Ok, kid, y-you're gonna suck my ball juice through the fabric." It wasn't a guided explanation so much as a direct order. All at once, Billy remembered his friend talking about the time he'd walked in on his older brother making white yogurt squirt out of his weenis! Is this what Forest was about to do? It sure sounded like it, but more importantly Billy hoped so! Thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack... It sounded like the teen's fist was working the pole with increasing frequency. "Hunrh hunrh hunrh hunrh hunhhunhhunhhunhhunhhunhhunhhunhhunh..." It also sounded like the teen's lungs were experiencing shortness of breath. The gauzy cotton of Forest's briefs revealed a faint outline of the looming weenis and balls and fist. The nozzle aimed directly at Billy's concealed face. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" A strangled cry and... Thip! thip! thip! thip! thip! Liquid sprayed across the upper layer of the briefs, weighing it down overtop Billy's eyes, nose, lips. The wetness seeped into the cotton, like it was being strained through cheesecloth. Billy didn't hesitate to suck at the dripping yogurty fluid-rich and creamy and infused with the essence of leather. The eager 10-year-old let the mixture roll down his tongue and into the back of his throat. Enough had collected in his maw that he instinctively swallowed it whole. More yogurt seeped through and was hungrily sucked downward, forming another pool that was thereafter consumed. "Ohhhh, yeaaaahhhhh...Ooooohhhhhhhhh...You liking what my body can make?" "It's r-real good." "You can hide out in here anytime. And I'll give you more of me to enjoy." Billy was positively giddy with excitement. "Nnkay..." The boy remained underneath the laundry as he heard Forest pad off and hit the shower. Relaxing, he waited for more of the leftover yogurt to soak through. There was time to truly savor it, swish it around his mouth like he was tasting wine, before it was sent down his gullet. After a while, Billy heard Kevin call out from the backyard that he'd given up. The rewards just kept piling up! Forest had not yet returned to the bedroom, so Billy reluctantly emerged from his laundry paradise and ran outside to join his friend. Along the way the aromas of Forest still clung to his face and the yogurt from Forest permeated his mouth. "Where were you?!" Kevin inquired with intense curiosity out in the backyard. Billy gloated, "I found a good hiding spot." For the rest of the summer, Billy was the one suggesting the two friends play hide 'n' seek. Especially when the kickboxing teen was at home. The boy proved to be competition for Kevin as a champion hider. His favorite spot was, and would always be, Forest's laundry basket.