****** What is That Smell, I Ask by Doolee ******
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What is That Smell, I Ask


What is that smell I asked? It smells like someone died. I was walking in the
backroom, when I said that. Not thinking, where I was. I thought I was at home
somewhere, but I was not. I was in the club. Let me tell you about this club,
that I go to. I go to a club that is about aromas. Found it one day, when I was
walking by.

That particular day was a joy; I remember everything that happen that day. It
all started like any other day. I went to the store to buy something. I do not
remember what it was, but it was something. When I left the store I decided
that I was going to walk down a different street. I think that I was in the
dirty part, of the city. I figured that out, by all of the trash in the
streets. I thought, that I could get to like it here. I like it, because it
reminds me on how my room looks. I like to keep that messy too.

I was walking and then I saw the club. There were a lot of men standing
outside. I asked one on the men what is this place. He said that this is a
club, but it is not like the usual club that you go to. I asked him what did he
mean, about that. He said that this club is for men that have certain fetishes.
I said that this is the place for me. He said then I should come in, and check
it out.

I asked him what do they do in here. He said that they do what ever they want
to do. I said that there are no police in here. He said that they did not need
any, besides it never gets out of hand. I said that is a relief; I like to go
places that stuff does not happen. I went inside, and it hit me, the smell
smacked me right in the face. I asked what was that smell, the man said that it
is someone in here. I said that people really smell like that.

He said that they smell like that and nastier than that. When he said that, I
could feel my friend start to rise. He looked at the pants that I had on, and
said what is happening in those pants. I said that I like to play with myself,
when I am around really nasty smells. He said that I could do it if I wanted
to. I said were can I go, so no one can see me. He said that I do not have to
hide everyone in here do the same thing. I asked him if he was joking. He said
that he was not joking at all. I said that I like this place after all.

I told him that there is one problem that I have, he asked me what was that. I
said that I need someone to smell. He said that was no problem and he left. I
watch, as he went in this room, and then disappeared into the darkness. When he
returned, he was not alone. I asked him what was he doing. He said that this
man would let you smell him from head to toe. I asked the man, what was his
name. He said that it in skunk. I asked him why he called skunk, he said that I
could find out if I wanted to. I said that I was ready if he was. He said that
he was.

We went into the next room, to do what we had to do. I asked him what is the
limit that I could smell him. He said that I could smell all that I want to
smell. I have to say that I was happy to hear him say that. I said that I would
start at his feet, and then work my way up. He said that I know where to start
on someone. I asked him when was the last time he wash his feet. He said that
he could not remember. He said that it was a while back, and I should not
worry. I said why did he say that, he said that they are nice and ripe for you.

To describe the way skunk look is amazing, that is if you like big sloppy
looking slobs. I asked him to describe himself to me. He said that he would
love to. I asked him how much did he weigh. He said that he weighs 495 pounds.
I asked him if he was solid, or sloppy. He said that he was solid, but he
started to let himself go. I asked him what did he mean when he said let go. He
said that he started to gain more weight. I asked him, if that was what he
wanted to do. He said that is why he stopped all the exercising that he uses to
do.

I asked him how much bigger did he want to get. He said that he did not know,
but he still wants to gain a lot more weight. I asked him what are some of the
things that he eats. He said that he loves to eat fast food. I asked him about
how many times do he eats in a day. He surprised me when he said that eats
about 11 times a day. I asked him are all of them full course meals. He said
that they are all full course meals, and 3 different desserts.

I asked him what was his favorite fast food place. He said that it would have
to be Taco Bell. He said that he love to eat about 35 burritos, at least 3
times a day. I asked him what is the limit of food he would eat in a day. He
said that he want stop until his stomach is filled, and he is about to bring
some back up. He said that I should be around, when he is like that. I asked
him why did he say that. He said that I have the smelliest gas ever. I asked
him how do they smell.

He said that it smell like rotten eggs, and beans. Mixed with some beer, and
some other stuff. He said that he also like to get carried away in his farting.
I said, getting carried away. He said that he would force them out. I asked
him, if they hurt when he do that. He said that it do not. He likes the way
that it feels. He said that he like the pressure that it puts on his stomach. I
asked him if he ever let more that a fart out before. He said that he do that
all most every night. He said that is why he forces them out like that. I asked
him if he like to dump in his clothes.

He said that he love it, that is why he make sure he is fully dressed when he
farts. He told me that is not all he likes to mess in. I asked him what else do
he likes to do it in. He said that he like to do it in the bed, on the floor.
He said that he even like to do it, on top of little toys. I asked him what is
his favorite item to do it on. He said that it will have to be a Poke'Mon. I
asked him why do he like to do it on them. He said, because he does not like
the way they look. I said, by you dumping on them is not going to change how
they look. He said that he knows that, but he will do it anyway.

I asked him how many do he have, he said that he about 20 of them. Then I asked
him, how many have he crap on. He said that he only done it on 7 of them. He
asked me if I wanted to see him do it on right know. I said that I would love
to see it. I asked him, if he had it here with him. He said that he has a new
one. I said that it is time to take the big crap on it. He said that he is
ready for it, but first he has to get change. He said that I could help him
change if I want to. I asked if I could smell him why I do it. He said that it
was up to me. I said that I am brave. He said that I have to be, because he has
not taking a bath in 9 months. I said that is like I like it. He said I am in
luck.

I took a look down at his feet, to see what kind of shoes he was wearing. He
said that these are a pair of $125.00 boots. I as him how long did he have
them. He said that he had them for about 2 month's. I ask him why do they look
like that. He said that he do not care about them. I also realize that they
were a big pair of boots. I asked him what size are they. He said that they are
a size 11eeeee, but he wears an 18eeeee. I asked him why did he get them that
small. He said that he likes to by some of his stuff too small. He said that
when he buys his briefs, he buys a size 32 waist. I asked him what size is his
waist, he said that his waist is a size 45.

I asked him to describe his feet to me. He said that his feet are as ugly as
they come. He said that is why he buys small shoes. I asked him if he was
trying to make his feet ugly. He said that he was, and he is doing a good job.
He said that this might hurt your stomach but here it goes. He said that he has
not cut his toenails in a long time. I asked him if they had started to curl
up. He said that he do not know, because he did not take the chance to see if
they were. I said that they have to do a job, on your socks. He said that they
do, they leave all kinds of holes in them. He said that he has so many bumps,
blisters, and corns on them also. He said that some of the blister pop, and he
let the liquids absorb right in his socks.

I asked him if they bothered him, he said that they do. I asked him what do he
do when they get like that. He said that he messes with them, to smear it
further in the sock. He said that after he has done that, he like to walk
around in the sock. I asked him what do he do that. He said that he still try
to put even more dirt in the, and inside the blisters, so they can get
infected. I asked him why do he want them to get infected. I asked him if it
ever hurt. He said that he do not know, because he do not look at them.

I asked him how do he put his shoes on. He said that he just step in the boots,
and slide is nasty feet in them. I asked him, if he ever take the time and
straighten his socks up. He asked me what is the use; they are going to fall
all down. He said that he like for his socks to be a crumble up in the boots. I
asked him why he said that. He said that they feel like he is trampling over
stuff. He said that he like the effect that he has over it. I asked him what
did he mean, when he said the effect that he has. He said that he feel like he
is crushing everything that he steps on. I said that you are in those big huge
boots. He said that he really like to walk in the mud. I said that I do too,
but my feet are not that big. He said that when he walk in mud, he tries to
walk as hard as he can. He said then he look back to see his footprints. He
said that he has big sloppy prints in the mud. He said that sometimes they are
real deep in the mud too.

He said that he also has a lot of toe-jam. I asked him how much do he have on
each foot. He said that he does not know, but it is all over his toes, and it
had started to crawl down the rest of his foot. I said that have to smell good.
He said that when he takes off his boots at home, he can smell them in less
that a minute. I said that I would love to be the one inhaling the entire
stench that comes from them. He said that know you have the chance to. I said
that he needs to take them off. He said okay at he begin to reach for them. He
said that he do not want to bend. I asked him why did he say that. He said that
if he do that, he is sure that he will fart. I said that I would get behind, so
I can smell it. He said okay.

Before I knew it, I had my face buried in his ass crack. It smells just like he
describes it, and more. I knew that if he was to cut a fart, I would past out.
I told him to go ahead, with that he bent over. Then I heard his stomach start
to churn. He said it was coming, and then it came. It sounds like this
BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRROPPPPPPPPPSHHIIIIPPPPP. I thought it was trying to talk to
me. He turns around to see if I was still alive. I told him that I am, but that
really knocked the life out of me. He said that it would. He said that is
nothing all, because I still did not smell his feet yet.

I told him that I still feel like I can take them. He said well then. Next
thing I knew, I was surrounded with what look like socks. I could not tell
though, because they were so black, and slimy. I could smell them, and they
were just the way I like them. He told me that I could inhale them all I wanted
to. I said okay, and I begin to smell them. I have to say that the first sniff
burned my nostril. I thought that I was going to sneeze. I told him that smell
real bad, and that he would have to let me get a pair soon. He said that he has
no problem with that, and he will be happy to give them to me. I said that we
need to move on, with what we have to do.

He said that he was felling the same way too. I told him that I would love to
see how his briefs look. He said that could be arranged. I said what are you
going to do. He said that I could take off these pants. I did just like he
said. When I did that, I was in for a big surprise. I was so anxious to see how
his briefs look, that I did not know what to do. When he had pulled down his
pants, I immediately stuck my face in to get the first whiff. I have to say
that it smelled really funky. It had huge skids all over the back of the
briefs; they also had a lot of holes in them. I told him that I would love it
if he were to fart right in my face while I was under him. He said that I am in
luck, because he can feel a really deadly one coming down to exit his hole. I
told him to force it out and whatever else that he wants to force out, I will
take it. He said that he would do that, and that he was ready to fill them with
a big load.

With that, he got up, and squatted right over my nose. I could feel the heat
come from his dirty, sweaty hole. I ask him if I could rim him, and he said no,
he does not want me too clean his hole. He said that he wants it to stay the
way it is he does not want anything on his body to be cleaned. I got mad,
because I really wanted to taste his hole, even though I do not eat shit. He
asked me if I was ready, I responded with a yes.

Then it was happening, he was farting, in a big way, and I was in love with the
smell. He reaches down into my pants, and started to play with my dick. He said
that he know that I am going to like the way his shit feels when he filled his
pants. I told him that I hope so, and I asked if he would sit down on my face
when he is finish. He said that he would do that, only in one condition. I
asked him what did I have to do. He said that I must let him smear it all over
me, and I must smear it all over him. I said that I will love it, but he could
not smear it on my face. He said that he want, because he do not want me to
smear it on his either.

He got up, and farted one big last fart, and then he begins to fill the pants.
I have to say that he really know how to feel them, because he was standing,
and then he would squat, so that it will have another place to fill at. I have
to say that I thought he was going to over flow his briefs with the shit, he
shitted for about 5 minutes straight. I asked him was he finished, he said no,
he still have a bout 5 more big turds inside that are ready to be born. I told
him that he should pull down his pants, and let them fall on my chest. He said
that was a good idea, and he did just that. As he was shitting I begin to play
in it, smearing it all over my dick, and as. Then I felt the need to shit. I
told him that I had to go, and he told me to go ahead, and he put his hand
where my hole is and I shitted right in his hand. He took my shit, as he
continued to shit on my chest, and smeared it all over his ass, and chest.

When we both had finished shitting we, lay in the bed, and continued to rub it
all over ourselves. He also played with my dick, and I played with his, until
we both hit climaxes. We sleep like that, and when we wake up, we do it all
over again, without cleaning the first smeary shit of ourselves.

The End


Doolee

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