Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2013 23:21:04 -0500 From: jim north Subject: the scent of stephen (BB) The usual disclaimers and copyright notices apply here. I'd had a crush on Stephen for ages and when we were assigned to work together on a science project, I couldn't believe my luck. He was tall with black hair and blue eyes and actually had muscle definition at the age of 14. I remember running into him at the local pool once the previous summer, and the image of him on the diving board, dripping wet in his orange and black speedo was my go-to image when I jerked off. We'd left the project to the last minute so he suggested I come to his place on Saturday to pull an all-nighter to get it done and I happily agreed. I arrived around 7pm and we had just gotten started on our work when his mom passed us at the dining room table and said she and Stephen's father were going for dinner and a movie but there was money for a pizza on the kitchen counter. "Try not to make too much of a mess," she said as they went out the door. "We'll probably be late." "Nuts to this," Stephen said about twenty minutes later. "Let's order that pizza. Pepperoni ok?" "Yeah, sure," I replied. We worked some more and when the pizza arrived, we ate it in front of the TV. A little more work after that (I couldn't believe how studious we were being - but except for the procrastination part, we were both pretty good students), and Stephen said it was time for some comic books. I was surprised, as I knew comics weren't that popular at our school, but I loved them, so I followed him to his room upstairs. Up until this point, I'd been concentrating on the task at hand, but the second we stepped into his room the project went straight out of my head. His 14-year-old scent filled my head as I walked through the door. His room was a mess. His clothes seemed to be separated into several piles - dirty, not as dirty, and really dirty. Those clothes and the unmade bed were giving off the smell of him. A little sweaty but not in a nasty way. My room never smelled like this, since I was no jock. Or maybe it did, and I just didn't notice it. "Gotta take a leak," Stephen said and went into the bathroom across the hall. I quickly dove into the dirty clothes on the floor, carefully digging through them - not that he would have noticed if I'd just thrown them all over the room. I was rewarded immediately with a pair of ratty powder-blue bikini briefs with a little black Jockey tag on the left hip. I looked them over and quickly put them to my face - it was Stephen's scent times ten. I quickly threw them back on the pile as I heard the toilet flushing and Stephen returning. He grabbed some comics off a shelf and tossed them on the bed. He had plenty of DC and Marvel stuff and we quickly showed our loyalties as he went for Spiderman and I went for Batman. We flipped the pages in silence for a few minutes before Stephen excused himself again, asking if I wanted something to drink. I said sure and I went back to the laundry pile as fast as I could. I managed to fish out a couple more pairs of underwear - some little boy tighty-whities and a more mature pair of plaid boxers. The tighty-whities had a few discoloured spots in the front and the whole crotch reeked of boy. The next thing I pulled out just about stopped my heart - Stephen's jockstrap. I held it up by the waistband and gazed in awe. The underwear was great, but this represented an athlete and a real man. At least to me - skinny, gay, 14, and horny as fuck. As I was holding it in front of my own crotch like someone thinking about trying on a pair of pants, and trying to decide if I should just shove it in my book-bag and steal it, I realized Stephen was standing in the doorway with two cans of Coke. "What the fuck?" he said as I quickly threw the jock back onto a pile of clothes. "Nothing!" I almost shouted. "Why are you playing with my jockstrap?" he wondered. He didn't really seem angry, which was a relief to me. "I've just never seen one before," I explained, "and I wondered what it would look like on me." "Well, go ahead then," Stephen said, sitting on the edge of the bed with his arms folded across his chest, "or would you rather see it on me?" I flushed dark red and he laughed. "I knew it! You're a dirty little fag, aren't you? I've seen you watching me. You think you're not obvious, but if I had a buck for every time I've seen you staring at my crotch, I'd be rich." He started taking off his shirt. "I'll show you my jock if you'll blow me - I've been horny all day." His pants came off next and he was wearing red Jockey boxer-briefs with a dark blue waistband. He obviously wasn't loyal to a single style of underwear, but I didn't care. I knew he'd look hot in anything. He turned around as he dropped his Jockeys, revealing a perfect white ass with a speedo tan. When he bent over to pull on the dirty jock, I could just see his hairless, pink butthole, and I had a strange urge to start licking it. I'd never thought of licking someone's asshole before, but suddenly it seemed like a great idea and my hard cock seemed to agree. I always leaked a lot of pre-cum and I could feel that the head of my dick was very wet inside my own boxer-briefs. Stephen turned around again, showing me his well-filled pouch. It was round and smooth and looked absolutely perfect. I reached out and just lightly cupped my hand around his package, almost cumming in my jeans when I made contact. That was enough foreplay for a 14-year-old, so I started to pull his jock to one side so I could finally see his cock. It was even better than I expected, just beginning to get hard in anticipation and showing a big fat foreskin, which had been a huge turn-on of mine since I'd seen (and played with), my first one at the age of nine. With his jock pulled aside, I started playing with his cock. I slowly pulled his foreskin back to reveal his fat, perfect knob. It was shiny and smelled just a little funky which just made me harder as I breathed it in. Now I was really smelling Stephen. His balls were hairless but he already had a pretty decent black bush of pubes, which I ran my fingers through before kneeling in front of him and looking up into his face. "I've never done this before," I said. "Nice - I haven't had a mouth-virgin since Jenny Hamilton. But I should warn you - if you're any good you might be my new BJ bitch. Girls are so annoying," he said to me. "Now start sucking! And watch the teeth!" I took a deep breath and licked the underside of his head. He sighed and I took his whole head in my mouth as his cock reached it's full length of about 5 inches. I got it good and wet before I pulled his loose skin forward over my tongue and started swirling it around his fat head. I took my tongue out and started flicking it at the skin gathered at the end of his penis and he gasped. "Are you sure you've never done this before?" "Mm-hmm," I said, not stopping, but looking up into his face again. God! He was cute! And I had his cock in my face! I started jerking him while I licked his balls, getting them super wet and slippery. "You're a fucking natural!" he exclaimed. I swallowed his dick again as I reached down to undo my jeans and free my own cut cock. I shoved my pants and underwear down my thighs and started jerking myself with one hand while I worked him with the other. His eyes widened when he saw my dick, which wasn't really long but was pretty thick and looked big sticking out from my sparse blond pubic hair and skinny hips. "Damn! That's a fat one!" he said, and that was it, I blew my sperm onto the carpet, groaning around his cock. "Whoa, dude! Nice load!" I continued to work on his uncut prick and smooth balls and even reached behind him and fingered his asshole a little bit. He seemed to enjoy that and warned me that he was getting close. Just a minute or two after I had cum, he started to tense up. "I'm gonna cum!" he shouted and I quickly pulled off of him and he jerked his dick in my face. I wanted his load and kept my mouth open while he had his orgasm. I managed to catch some of it on my tongue while the rest landed on my face and in my hair. I looked up to see his face scrunched up in pleasure as his body shuddered. As the last of his cum dripped out of his dick, I grabbed his hand and pulled his skin forward again to squeeze out as much as I could and licked his juice out of the folds of his foreskin. He sat down heavily on his bed, his dick deflating while mine was still hard. "Fucking awesome, man! Way better than Jenny! She always makes me finish myself off and I end up shooting in my hand or something. Here - you've earned this." And with that he took his jockstrap off again and wiped his cum off my face with it. "Keep it. I've got a couple more." After catching our breath, he grabbed a t-shirt and some boxers off the floor and pulled them on. We got back to work and managed to finish the science project before too long. I couldn't believe how focused he was - I was still hard in my pants and didn't think I'd ever lose my fat stiffie. Even though we finished the project early, I spent the night anyway and blew him again before we went to sleep and again the next morning when we woke up. I actually came three more times - twice when I was blowing him and once in the middle of the night I jerked off while I watched him sleep and held a pair of his dirty underwear to my face. I sucked him off a bunch of times over the next year or so before he got a serious girlfriend. I actually ended up eating his ass a few times, too, which he went crazy for and would cum buckets. He'd never suck me, but one time he did jerk me off. I'll never forget him spitting on his hand and watching him play with my cock and balls and I'll keep his sweat and cum-stained jockstrap forever.