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Game Boy Part 1

Date: 5/23/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: RobertFurlong, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

to see the appeal. What was the point of a nice round backside if you weren't going to get its delectable scent all over your face? We went into the toilet which was a single cubicle large enough for a wheelchair so there was plenty of space for us to do our thing. As I locked the door, he warned me, "Don't expect me to enjoy this. I'm not gonna get a hard-on with you slavering away at my arse." I smiled back at him and replied, "I suppose the main thing is that I do, since I'm the one who'll be buying the game." He nodded and asked, "So how do you want me?" Then he muttered, "Fucking hell, I never thought I'd be saying this to another guy..." I got him to stand in front of the toilet like he was going to take a piss and crouched down behind him to press my face into the seat of his black trousers. He was, as I'd expected, wonderfully whiffy along the hem between his cheeks. Like my son, he wore his clothes well beyond their 'use by' dates. "Can you smell my butt?" he called down to me. I pulled away from him and replied, "Very much so, Curtis." "And do you like it?" he asked, sounding concerned that I might not. Maybe he thought I wouldn't buy him the game if his smell back there was too strong or too shitty. "It's very pleasant, yes," I informed him. "I can't wait to sniff what's underneath." I pressed my nose back into his trousers, right between his solid cheeks, and found where the material was most infused with his own unique anal scent. There was a small patch of ... fabric that must often work its way up into his hairy valley: I could smell the tell-tale pungent odour of male butt quite distinctly on it. "I rather suspect you've worn these trousers more than just a few shifts," I called up to him. "I didn't say how long the shifts were," he replied back defensively. I pressed my nose deep between his cheeks and inhaled his most secretive scent. He was a whiffy boy, that much was obvious, and the baser scents I was detecting suggested that he was probably not too meticulous about how attentively he wiped. "You said you were into women," he called down. "Do you like to sniff their backsides too?" I pulled away again in horror. "Ugh... definitely not!" He grinned down at me – it was the only time he found me funny – and I explained that the appeal for me was very much restricted to my own gender. I got him to undo his belt and then shuffled his trousers down to reveal a tight pair of fashionably-branded boxer briefs. They had a blue and yellow striped design, with the lines running horizontally and accentuating the size and curve of his beautifully chunky buttocks. I pressed my face between his cheeks and inhaled strongly and deeply along the length of material that had spent all morning so tantalisingly close to his odorous crack. His smell on his underwear was distinct, but curiously not as intense as it had been on the back of his trousers. His boxers must have been fresh on today and the perfumed scents of whatever washing powder he'd used ...