0 comments/ 50276 views/ 1 favorites Sniffing 'It' By: A-Jay Well...I knew what Lisa was like and now I wanted to explore another desire of mine too. It was Gregg. The minds curiosity does drive one's desires! During my previous story-adventure with Lisa, I had mentioned Gregg and his fine ass. Gregg and I were seniors in high school and both eighteen years of age. We had several classes together. Of course, one of those classes was P.E. The showering, after class afforded the opportunity to see him naked without fear of being labeled something derogatory. His cock was average size and his ass was well formed...round. Perhaps a bit too much hair on his butt cheeks, but...after all, we were guys! I used to jack-off at the image in my mind's eye of him bending over as he toweled himself dry. I could see his "hole" between those cheeks and the ball sack hanging between his legs. It was just a fantasy at that time. We were friends. Months later we had an opportunity to be together for some over night stuff. I was aroused at the thought that I might be able to live out my fantasy with Gregg. He had no idea...or did he? We made a trip to a ski resort. Friends of mine had allowed for the use of their cabin That weekend. We arrived to find a pleasant setting. The air was fresh and crisp. The scent of evergreen trees and the like was arousing to me, but so were the thoughts that were welling up in my mind and inside my pants! I knew that the pre-cum was wetting me something bad! I hoped that it wouldn't show through. The semi-buldge was bad enough. Gregg's ass inside those jeans was making me crazy with desire. Would I be able to experience my fantasy with him? After moving our baggage inside the cabin we headed out for a hike. I remained behind Gregg most of the time, so that I was able to admire the object of my desire...his ass. Upon arriving back to the cabin and after having a great meal...it was time to clean up for bed. We would be sleeping in the same room and the same bed. I showered first. I spent some extra time cleaning myself in the event that we some how would connect that night. 'Em...Would it be a mutual massage leading to the exploration of our "private" parts? Gregg showered next. As I sat on the bed wearing my jockey shorts and watching TV, Gregg came out of the bathroom. His upper body was bare too and he wore only PJ bottoms. Our nipples were stiff with the cold air in the room. He placed his clothes on the chair next to the bed and then "leaped" onto the bed! His immediate and next move surprised me! As he landed on the bed next to me he rolled towards me and when his ass touched my leg he wiggled it and asked me if I could see the hole in the crotch area of his PJs! This was it! I knew that we would be doing some nasty stuff in short order and that my desires would be satisfied for now. I looked and could see a hole that exposed his ass hole to my view. Interesting...the tear in his PJ bottom was directly over that spot. Hehehe! I asked him if I could place my finger in there. No problem! Wow! It was warm to the touch and my cock had gotten real hard-quickly...remember the mind's ability to excite? Gregg moaned with my touch. I pushed at the entrance, but not hard enough to enter him. I then moved my finger in small circles about his hole. That was it! He had to raise his ass up and adjust his hardening cock to a more comfortable position. He was on his stomach. As he raised off the bed to adjust his cock I pulled my finger from his PJs and reached up for the elastic waist band. Using both hands I pulled his pants down with one quick pull...stopping just below his butt cheeks. What a sight! My heart was really beating fast! My shorts were soaked with pre-cum! I placed the finger that had massaged his ass hole to my nose. I sniffed it and was hoping to learn of his scent. Almost nothing...he was clean also. I then laid behind him and between his spread legs. My face was at his ass level. I wanted to experience his scent! It was a turn on for me and so nasty, but clean. I placed one hand on each of his cheeks and spread them open. It was enough to expose his ass hole to the same cold temperature that had caused our nipples to swell. Gregg mentioned that it felt good knowing that he was exposed to me and that the cold air felt strangely good! I placed my nose near his hole and sniffed. He had a faint scent. I found it exciting, but wanted a bit more. I spread him open a bit more and pushed my nose onto his opening. Gregg could feel the warm air from my nose breath moving across his ass hole and that he liked it! That was it! I could feel my cock about to explode! He smelled good to me! The excitement, stimulation, and desire was more then I could bare! Without a word I moved up onto Gregg. I pulled my pants down and placed my hard cock between those ass cheeks snug in his crack. I didn't enter him. The pre-cum was all the lube that was needed! I slid myself up and down just a few times and then I exploded with a big load! My cum squirted out onto his ass and lower back! I kept pumping until I could shoot no more! I could feel his hole warmth against my cock shaft as I started to come down. I just lay there on top of him. It was a great feeling! As I got up I could see that the cum had covered his ass and had filled the crack...it was a natural drain across his ass hole and down the backside of his balls and sack. It was "special" to share himself with me. My curiosity had been satisfied for now. As he cleaned himself in the shower...I wondered what he wanted from me when he came out... Sniffing Mike Ch. 02 (continued from Sniffing Mike's Briefs) Mike and I are roommates, sharing this inexpensive two-bedroom house in this college town. He goes to school and I go to work. We cut the expenses down the middle and manage not to get in each other's way. We don't share much except the rent. Mike doesn't have a clue that I secretly enjoy sniffing his dirty laundry, or that I think he is incredibly edible himself. He knows that I like guys, just like I know that he likes girls. We've each met some overnighters in the morning as they were leaving. But I've never indicated that I was interested in him and he seems comfortable with our living arrangement. Mike is very athletic and is on the track team, so sweat is a part of his life and I suppose the whole team of young men probably smells the same way, so he gets away with a little odor outside where no one else will notice. Along with not knowing about me getting off on the fetish smells from his socks and briefs, he also doesn't know that I'm aware that he wears his undies more than once between washings. More to my enjoyment of course. Mike came dragging in after practice this Saturday, and immediately plopped down on the couch exhausted. "How was it," I asked. "Rough," he said, "We did hurdles today and my feet and legs are killing me." Mike had never before let on to me how much discomfort he had from working out, so I figured I'd be more forthcoming as a friend. "You know my friends tell me I'm good with my hands," I said. "If you want, I can work on those feet." Surprisingly, Mike wasn't put off by the thought of a guy massaging his feet. Probably all that camaraderie with the guys on his track team made it seem normal to him. "Sure," he said, "let me go wash my feet." "Just relax," I said, going to my bedroom to get the oil, "if your feet stink too bad, I'll let you know." He may have been self-conscious about having foot odor after his sweaty workout today, and wearing yesterdays socks. Mike was still lying on the couch, almost asleep when I got back. I lifted his legs and sat on the end of the couch with his feet in my lap. He hadn't taken off his shoes and was about to do so, when I told him to just lay back and relax. I untied his large running shoes and slipped them off, immediately releasing the predictable strong foot odor. I hoped it didn't reach Mike's nose, for he surely would have insisted on washing his feet. I did tell him I would let him know if his feet smelled too bad, but of course I was getting off on this most personal hidden odor from my roommate's large, beautiful feet. I removed his damp sweat socks, which as usual had a musty, cheesy odor to them. But his feet had a sharper more acrid odor, almost like vinegar mixed with the cheesy odor. As I took one foot in hand and rubbed the oil over it, the smell became even more pronounced, as if the oil brought it out. I enjoyed pressing the soft smooth sole of his eleven-inch-long foot with my fingers, as I worked the bones thru his soles. I pulled on each toe while rotating it between fingers and thumb, then slid my fingers between his toes, feeling the dampness of those hidden spaces. Mike was laid back with his eyes closed, clearly enjoying the work of my hands on his tired feet. I too enjoyed the feel of his foot sliding across my palm as I slid my hand along his sole, dipping into his high arch and rounding the smooth spherical heel. We were both getting off on the feel of skin sliding over skin, but I was particularly aware of the intimacy of this very private body part and enjoyed the personal smell that was wafting up from the feet in my lap. I did long slow massages on both of his feet, and he seemed to be drifting in and out of sleep the whole time. I was sure he was awake enough to be enjoying the feel of it, but eventually, after much more time than a professional masseuse would have done, I had to end the foot massage. However, I suggested that I could continue up his legs if he wanted. Mike was so relaxed, the endorphins so plentiful, that I doubt he was ready to end this physical touch that felt so good. He was more than pleased to get a leg massage, and I put a towel on the carpet for him to lie on. Mike laid face down on the towel, and I mentioned that his baggy gym shorts were hiding half of his upper leg, so he stripped down to his white briefs. I began with effleurage strokes up his leg, then worked the calf muscle with my thumbs. Mike had beautifully developed legs from his biking and his track workouts. The calf muscles were large and tight and it actually took some effort to push into them with my fingers. It was a pleasure to be able to squeeze these beautiful leg muscles, and I did a lot of kneading on the upper back of the leg. With the massage to his legs was additional massage to his feet, which now faced me from another angle. On one stroke to his upper leg where his lower leg was resting on my shoulder, his foot was right at my face and I could run my nose along it. Along with the feel of his muscular legs in my hands, was the visual treat of seeing his beautifully rounded butt filling the white cotton briefs. Although his briefs covered the cleavage of his butt crack, I could see it thru the thin white fabric, all the way down to the bulge between his legs. My fingers came so close to this bulge when I gave the long sliding strokes up his leg that occasionally a finger would brush against it. Mike didn't complain so I guess he wasn't upset by it. I enjoyed giving a very long massage to the backs of both his legs but eventually you have to admit it was enough. I told Mike I could do the upper thighs from the front. I knew from my own bike riding that these were the most tense muscles he would have, and Mike agreed that they were tight and cramped often. Mike flipped over and I noticed that the bulge in front of his briefs, while not straining, was a little more full than usual. I started with flowing strokes up his thighs, and he mentioned that it hurt. I told him it was a good hurt and continued. After some deep kneading, the tightness in his thighs lessened and he became more relaxed. The kneading and long strokes dipped deep into the inner part of his thigh, and I quite absently brushed against the bulge in his briefs. It was then that I noticed why. Seems the bulge had gotten larger, and I could see the outline of his clearly erect cock straining against the white cloth of the briefs. I looked at Mike's face to see if there was any reaction and he was quietly lying there, eyes closed, apparently unconcerned that he was obviously turned on by my touch. I continued the massage on the inner parts of his thighs, not avoiding the occasional brush against this intrusive bulge between his legs, which now had a wet spot forming on the cloth at the end of his cock. At this point, I ventured to ask Mike if he would like a full body massage, that his pectorals are probably tight from his upper body workout. And, at this point, Mike was completely accommodating. He sat up and removed his T-shirt and laid back down. I moved to his head and spread oil on his ample, rounded pecs, leaning over him to spread it down his six-pack abs all the way to the elastic in his briefs. As I leaned forward, I could smell the cumin-chicken soup flavored odor wafting up from his armpits. It was enticing and my own hard cock was straining at my shorts. I began by kneading each pectoral separately, using both hands for a continuous motion of grabbing and squeezing the large tight muscles. My fingers went under the side of the pectoral, and I was actually touching his moist underarm hair with my fingertips. When changing over, I brought my fingers to my nose to smell the wonderful fragrance of Mike's pits that had transferred to me. After the petrissage, I concluded with effleurage, long strokes over his chest and down his abdomen. I could feel the stiffened bumps of his nipples slide across my palm as I slid them over his chest. I slid my hands on each long stroke to the edge of the elastic band of his briefs, which by now were really stretched with Mike's obvious full erection. Mike seemed unconcerned with showing me his arousal, so on one long stroke that went slowly across his erect nipples I slid my fingers under the elastic, as far as his pubic hair. Mike did not object, so the next downward stroke went thru his pubic hair to the base of his hard penis. Mike knew where this was going and didn't object, so I moved to his side and pulled the elastic edge of the briefs down, releasing his fully engorged cock. It pointed straight up, the dripping head almost free of the foreskin. I brought my face down to his cock as I slid the skin back to clear the head and stuck my nose behind the crest of the glans. There was a strong scent of smegma accumulated under his skin. I inhaled several times behind his glans, savoring this most intimate smell of a man, while spreading his pre-cum over the head. I pulled Mike's briefs off, and spread his legs, running my mouth along his wooden shaft. The yeasty smell of his balls was wafting up from his crotch and I couldn't resist putting my mouth on his sweaty sack, sucking one ball then the other into my mouth. The smell of smegma and crotch odors permeated my nose as I sniffed the underside of his shaft before slipping his dripping head into my mouth. The pre-cum was slick on my tongue and it wasn't the actual taste so much as the viscosity that gave me sensation. Mike was really getting off on this, and apparently forgot that it was a man doing it to him. I wondered if his girlfriends were this much into his cock. Probably too faint hearted to smell smegma on his cock and still put it in their mouth. I could feel Mike's excitement grow as my tongue worked the underside of his head and he soon grabbed my head and started humping. I could feel his head rubbing in the back of my throat as his excitement and thrusts grew and I heard a moan as he stopped, tense, shooting in the back of my throat. Mike laid there, quietly, exhausted. After a long silence I asked, "You OK, Mike?" "Yeah, I'm fine." he said "That was really good, but I don't know ..." We talked a bit before Mike went to the shower. I told him he can chalk it up to experimentation and it's perfectly normal, and the feelings are physical pleasure that you can get from any source. He wasn't too upset about his first time getting excited and sucked off by a guy. In fact we joked about how I might give his girlfriends lessons. Mike went to the shower and I knew he would feel a little better after "washing away" some of the recent events, just as I would feel better reliving them later with the help of Mike's dirty smelly briefs, socks and T-shirt. Sniffing Mike's Briefs It was Friday. I actually got home from work early and started stripping as soon as I hit the front door. Mike wasn't in, probably doing more laps at the field. Mike and I are roommates, sharing this inexpensive two-bedroom house in this college town. He goes to school and I go to work. We cut the expenses down the middle and manage not to get in each other's way. We don't share much except the rent. My shoes off, I threw them into my room and threw the socks, shirt and pants into my dirty clothes hamper in the hall closet, leaving me standing in my briefs. Mike and I do our own laundry, each with a basket in the large hall closet. I noticed that each week my basked filled up more than Mike's. Seems the young man gets away with wearing some things more than once. Not that I'm so observant of such small personal details as my roommate's laundry habits, but I've actually checked out the number of briefs and socks that he goes thru in a week and noticed that he sometimes wears socks and briefs for three days or more. Of course I'm not rooting thru his laundry basket to see how often he changes his undies. I root thru looking for items of clothing that have retained the smells of those intimate parts of his body. Mike is very athletic and is on the track team, so sweat is a part of his life and I suppose he gets away with a little odor outside with his teammates, where no one else will notice. The whole team of young men probably smells the same way. Tonight, there is a pair of white sweat socks draped over the side of Mike's basket. They were probably wet when he took them off so he laid them out to keep them from mildewing. I picked them up and brought them to my nose. Mike's sweat socks usually smelled mildly of cheese, and that was the odor of these, except they also smelled a little like a wet dog. I went into my bedroom and laid back on the bed, holding both of mike's socks to my nose. I moved my nose along the length of the sock from the heel to the toe. Surprisingly, the most odor was not from the toes but was actually strongest at the heel. I breathed into the socks, then inhaled which seems to make the smell stronger. My cock was straining at my briefs as I lay there propped up in bed exploring what smelled like three days worth of foot odor in Mike's socks, while imagining his large white feet, with the high arch and perfectly aligned long toes. Like me, Mike doesn't wear shoes when he doesn't have to, so I've seen his feet on many occasions, often while he's laying on the couch with them sticking out in the air. There was a time when I wondered why I would get off on the stinky smell of someone's dirty socks. Then I figured out that there is nothing more intimate or personal than a person's smelly parts, those that they hide from others like feet, butt cracks, armpits and crotches. It is probably the forbidden nature of these exclusively personal areas of the body that makes these surreptitious sniffings so exciting. I had my hand inside my briefs, gently rubbing my now drippy cock when I heard a key enter the door. I quickly got up, threw on some cut-offs and got Mike's socks draped back on his laundry basket before he reached the hall. Mike doesn't have a clue that I enjoy his dirty laundry, or that I think he is incredibly edible himself. He knows that I like guys, just like I know that he likes girls. We've each met some overnighters in the morning as they were leaving. But I've never indicated that I was interested in him and he seems comfortable with our living arrangement. "Hi Mike. How was practice?" I said. Mike smiled and said it was rough, he was worn out and almost didn't make the five-mile bike ride home. He took off his T-shirt, exposing his hairless chest with six-pack abs and full curved pecs. I often wondered if he wasn't aware of how the sight of his gorgeous bare chest excited me, or if he liked to tease. Both of us were pretty casual around the house. Briefs were OK unless there was a guest present. Mike removed his shoes and stripped off his gym shorts. I've only once seen Mike totally naked, when he wasn't aware that I was home and came out of the shower with nothing on, so I didn't have to imagine the beautiful uncut cock that was pressing against the fabric of his briefs. Mike said he was going to take a long hot soak in the tub and threw his socks, T-shirt and gym shorts in the laundry basket and kept his briefs on as he went into the bathroom. As soon as the water was running and I heard Mike slip into the tub, I went to the laundry closet. First I grabbed the damp T-shirt. Mike doesn't use deodorant and usually can't be smelled even near his body, but the T-shirt had absorbed his natural pit odors and I rubbed them under my nose as I inhaled what smelled like chicken soup. It smelled so delicious that I found myself licking the salty wet fabric. His gym shorts were wet in the middle, along the seam where his bike seat has pushed up his ass. This was more pungent than the T-shirt and smelled like the spice cumin. I knew it would have to be even stronger smelling on his tighty-whitey briefs that he wore into the bathroom. His wet socks had very little odor, probably the first day he wore them, but I was steadily getting off on the edible smells of his T-shirt and shorts. My own briefs were holding down my quite anxious cock and absorbing the steady drips of pre cum. I was lost in sniffing Mike's delicious smelling clothes, slowly rubbing my crotch thru my shorts while exploring the intimate smells exuded by my roommate when I heard Mike getting out of the tub. I threw his clothes back into the laundry and went to my room. When my boner went down, I went into the living room where Mike was sitting in his briefs watching TV. Were they a fresh pair or the same ones he wore today? By the smell of his gym shorts, it should have been time for a change. After Mike went to bed, I slipped by the hall closet and checked out the laundry basket. There, sprawled on top of the clothes was the white pair of briefs that he had worn today. I grabbed them and the T-shirt and took them to my room. I got undressed, laid back in bed and started sniffing the armpit area of the T-shirt. With my eyes closed, I imagined running my nose up Mike's side and sliding it across the fragrant hairs of his pit. I even saw myself licking his moist hairs as I sucked on the salty cotton fabric of his shirt. Then I switched to his briefs. His beautiful white cotton briefs, with the convex front, permanently curved by the bulge they supported all day, were still damp from the sweat of his crotch. As I brought the briefs to my face I saw two curly brown pubic hairs caught on the cloth inside. They were almost artistically curved, resembling the glyph for the astrological sign Leo. There were also a couple of pale yellow stains, drips of urine from the tip of his cock. I brought the garment to my nose and smelled the odor of the old piss. It was actually sweet smelling with a slightly volatile ammonia odor that went deep into my nostrils. Along the edges of the briefs, the stitching was a light grey color from rubbing in the confines between his legs and balls. There was the almost bleachy smell of ball sweat with a sweet smell of yeast. There was the faintest tan streak in the back, where his bike seat had rubbed this fabric along his ass. I could smell a slight sour odor but the rubbings from his ani glands overrode it. As soon as I inhaled this strong odor of cumin from the center of his crotch, my cock got even harder. I closed my eyes, stroked my cock and imagined licking Mike's balls and asshole while I sucked on the cotton fabric that had touched him so intimately. Saturday morning and I awoke with Mike's briefs on my face and dried cum on my abs and hand. In a panic I realized that Mike may have looked in the laundry closet and noticed his briefs and shirt missing. I went out into the hall and saw Mike's door open and that he was gone. Probably left for running practice this morning. I took his undies back to the closet and noticed that his socks from yesterday were missing. He probably wore them again today. I also noticed another pair of white briefs on top of the basket. It wasn't like Mike to change underwear so often. As I picked them up they felt wet in front. I looked inside and saw streaks of cum that had not soaked into the fabric. Mike apparently had a wet dream last nite. I took the wet briefs back to my room, my cock already getting hard as I rubbed my fingers over the residue of cum on the inside of his briefs. I laid naked on the bed and grew even more excited as I pressed the wet fabric to my nose and inhaled the bleachy aroma of cum, imagining Mike squirting it on my face with his large uncut cock. I stroked my cock and licked at the moist cloth, tasting this most personal fluid of my beautiful roommate. With his smell still in my nose and his taste still in my mouth, I took his briefs and pulled them up my legs. I could feel the coolness as the wet surface of his briefs touched my hot engorged cock, but it warmed as I rubbed thru the cloth a few more times until I erupted, spilling my hot fluids where his had been. I lay there for a while, breathless, wearing Mike's soaked briefs, enjoying the surreptitious intimacy I had with him thru the proxy of this garment. My cock had wilted and the cooling cum was getting uncomfortable, so I got up, took Mike's briefs off and put them back in his laundry basket. Putting Mike's briefs on and cuming in them was so impulsive that I realized I did it without thinking, almost as if it were a magic ritual. Who knows, maybe mixing our cum on this fetish object will make it a talisman to bring us closer together. (continued with Sniffing Mike) Sniffing My Pussy Scented Panties I am a confirmed panty loving slut and have been selling my dirty, creamy, cum stained panties to sexy men, a few women, and quite a few couples all over the world for over 2 years now. Today, I am in my early 40's and have had so many crazy, sexy, nasty, and erotic adventures. This is a story about the 1st time that I experienced the scent of a wet pussy on a pair of panties. For me, it all started with a Penthouse magazine. Years ago, when I was still a naive 18 year old, my dad had a secret stash, and I found where he kept them completely by accident. I had never heard of it but the extremely beautiful, and very scantily clad women that I saw on the cover attracted me. My heart was pounding, and I began to feel a tingling as I snuck one back to my room, and crawled into bed. I didn't have a lock on my door, so my heart was beating so fast as I read the headlines on the front of the magazine. I don't remember any of them, but I do remember that I was thinking about how beautiful the woman was on the cover! I opened the magazine, and began turning through the pages. When I saw the 1st pictures of naked women, with their plump, curvy breasts, and to my complete surprise, very hairy pussies, my fear turned to lust, and I felt like I was on fire between my legs. I had a little bit of hair that had been growing between my legs, but not as much as I was seeing in the pictures. I am a natural blond, and even today, my pubic hair is very light and wispy. My breasts were getting bigger all the time, but were still nowhere near the 38C's that I have today. I had on pajamas, and I reached under the waistband, and rubbed that tingling sensation through my white, cotton panties. Electrical shocks went through me, and I realized that the crotch of my panties was soaking wet. I found the Penthouse Forum and started to read the 1st story. It was a story about 2 men fucking a woman in the bathroom where they worked. By the 2nd paragraph, I had 2 fingers pushing my panties as far into my pussy as they would go. I almost screamed out loud as I orgasmed for the very 1st time in my life. The story got a little bit rough, with the woman getting fucked hard from behind, while the other man forced his cock down the woman's throat. He was also pinching and twisting her nipples, and I began twisting and pinching mine with one hand while I finger fucked myself with the other. I came so fucking hard, I had to roll over on my stomach and scream into the pillow. As I lay there that night, flipping through the pages of this amazing new discovery, I found out that I could make myself cum as many times as I could handle and I could handle a lot! I was literally panting and exhausted by the time I finally fell asleep with my fingers still pushed between the lips of my young inexperienced pussy. I never had taken off my panties because I was too afraid that someone might walk in and find me stark naked. That day began my life as the secret cum loving slut that I am today. The next morning as I peeled off my panties to take a bath, I noticed that they were still wet, and seemed to have a thick creamy stain in the crotch. I felt my pussy get slippery again as I realized that it was my cum from last night's discoveries. I can't tell you how dirty I felt, as I lifted them to my nose, and inhaled my pussy scent for the 1st time. What I can tell you, is that was one of the longest baths that I had ever taken. My mom had to knock on the door 3 times to finally get my fingers out of my pussy. I hadn't even washed my hair yet! The memory of it has these panties I am wearing right now, just as wet as they were that day! I am a multi orgasmic squirting milf and have been very adventurous sexually. I have even recreated that 1st scene I read about, and much more! I still love smelling wet, worn panties and have pulled a few pair out of some of my girlfriends jeans the next morning out of curiosity. The scent immediately brings back that same original tingle!