BMX BOYMUSK Part 1 By Jon Questral M/b, oral, rimming, scent
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Excitement filled the air at the BMX race track as the crowd gathered and the boys prepared for the events. I sat with the other sponsors and parents in the bleachers where there was an excellent view of the track. There were butterflies in my stomach as I watched Skyler on his yellow bike and his black and yellow bicycle motocross uniform getting lined up with the other boys to begin the first heat.
I had known Skyler since he was 10 years old and it had been love at first sight for me, but it wasn't until about three months before his 13th birthday that he finally let me suck him off for the first time. A few days later, he rode his bike to my house after school and let me suck him off again. His ass had been perfectly ripe and deliciously funky both times.
The three years of courtship that led up to that first blowjob featured lots of flirting, sniff-wrestling and escalating physical affection between us. Of course, I was sniffing his dirty undies every chance I got, and I was never disappointed by the tangy little ass tracks he left in them. They weren't always prominently visible but I could almost always smell his ripe boyhole from the seat of his briefs.
Now, as I watched him get ready to race, I was nervous; not just because I wanted Skyler to win or that I was worried he might get hurt, but also because we had planned for him to sleep over at my house that night after the race and I was excited about all the possibilities in store for the evening.
I was proud to be Skyler's main racing sponsor because I enjoyed supporting him in doing something he loved and it was my priority to do whatever I could to make sure he was happy and content. Although I didn't know a lot about racing and had no special skill as a bicycle mechanic, I had put a lot of money into outfitting him with a bike, his uniform and equipment, and all the entry fees for his competitions.
Skyler had put a lot of time and effort into training and practice and we had both put a lot of time into working on his bike. I was happy to spend hours helping him work on it because I liked spending time with him no matter what we were doing. Helping him with his BMX racing project and being involved as much as possible was another way for me to show him that I loved him.
I hadn't missed one of his races all season and I was really looking forward to this one. I could tell Skyler was having a good night on the track and I had a feeling things were building up for a spectacular win.
He placed well in the preliminary heats and earned enough points to qualify as one of the eight riders in the main event. I could feel the tension building as the boys maneuvered their bikes into position for the race. I wanted Skyler to have this win because he had worked so hard for it and I knew he would be overjoyed.
He did well until about halfway through the course when he tried to pass the lead bike in a turn and almost crashed into the hay bales at the edge of the track. I jumped to my feet and cheered him on as he righted himself and pedaled furiously to get back in the race.
It only took only a few seconds for him to get back up to speed, but he had lost precious time and dropped to fifth place. I could hardly stand to watch and felt the sting of disappointment rising but, near the end of the race, it looked like there could still be a chance.
An accident caused three other boys to lose control of their bikes and crash, but Skyler skillfully avoided the fray and ended up back in second place. The crash cleared the way for him, but it was his riding skill and determination that put Skyler in the lead during the final push for the heroic finish I had been anticipating.
The crowd erupted with cheers and applause as Skyler made his victory lap with his arms raised and I went down to take pictures when he received his trophy and prize money. What an awesome day!
We went out for hamburgers after the race along with several other racers, parents and sponsors and got back to my house at about nine o'clock. I was glad to finally have Skyler to myself for the night.
He put his trophy on the table beside the bed and pulled off the sweaty, black t-shirt he'd worn under his BMX jacket. Although I had a guest bedroom, he clearly intended to sleep with me. I took a quick photo of him standing there shirtless with the trophy on the table visible behind him.
"Congratulations," I said again and stepped close to him to show him the picture I had just taken.
"Thanks," he said and as I turned away he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him, embracing me in a warm hug. I put my arms around him as he squeezed me tightly. "I couldn't have done it without you," he said quietly.
"You were awesome out there. So glad I was there to see it," I said earnestly and kissed his neck.
"I love you," he said and kissed my neck as I kissed his again. It felt good being close to him.
"I love you too," I replied. He released me from the embrace and gave me a quick kiss on the lips – just an affectionate smack.
"Can I get that back rub you promised me?" he asked, grinning handsomely as he unsnapped his BMX pants revealing the sexy black and grey briefs he was wearing underneath. "And when do I get my victory blow job?"
"Whenever you're ready for it!" I replied and we both laughed.
My instinct was to treat Skyler like a sexually dominant little stud because that's how he acted. Even at 12 years old, he was confident and cocksure although he was still a virgin except for the blowjobs I had already given him.
I had been looking forward to sucking his cock all weekend and, for some reason, I kept thinking that if he let me suck him off a third time then he would be more likely to keep letting me do it. After all, they say the third time is the charm, right?
Skyler went to the bathroom and I watched him casually taking a piss as I undressed to my boxers. I couldn't help but notice how handsome and attractive he was standing there with his dick in one hand, aiming his powerful stream into the water. For several seconds, as I listened to the sound, it almost seemed like I was in a dream. As far as I was concerned, Skyler was my boyfriend and my feelings for him had grown stronger than I could ever have imagined.
When he came out of the bathroom, he pulled off his pants, leaving them in a wad on the floor as he climbed onto the bed and stretched out on his belly for his back rub. I saw him gazing at the trophy on the bedside table as I started massaging his shoulders. Soon he closed his eyes and I could feel him relax as I firmly squeezed the tense muscles of his shoulders and neck.
"That's an awesome trophy. I'm so proud of you."
"Thanks," he said and winced as I hit a spot on his back where he was sore and aching. I massaged that area carefully before moving on to give him a thorough back rub. I could feel the tension leaving his muscles as he relaxed and enjoyed the massage.
We were both quiet as I worked for several minutes, rubbing his shoulders and then his back again. The spicy scent of his funky asshole was steadily wafting into the air around us and mixing with the cheesy smell of his feet and the boymusk of his sweaty armpits. The combined aromas had my head swimming and my hard cock leaking in my underwear.
"Sky?" I said quietly as I finished massaging his lower back and stopped. He didn't reply and seemed to be sleeping. Although he had been lively and energetic until I started his back rub, I knew he was tired from a long and busy day.
Rather than trying to wake him by shaking him or calling his name again, I went to the end of the bed and eagerly climbed onto it behind him and carefully pushed his legs apart. My heart was pounding with excitement as I leaned in and inhaled his awesome scent through the back of his briefs.
"Mmm," I moaned quietly as I inhaled the ripe, tangy scent. His ass smelled boyishly spicy and delicious like a hot slice of pepperoni pizza with lots of jalapenos and parmesan cheese and a drizzle of balsamic vinegar.
I doubted I could ever fully explain it to him, but I loved the unique and intoxicating smell of his funky asshole after he had spent a long day at school, or working on his bike, or winning BMX races. And I liked licking his asshole as an act of submission to him.
After several seconds of eager sniffing and licking, I withdrew slightly and pulled the back of his underwear down revealing his beautifully rounded ass. With my thumbs, I pushed his cheeks apart so I could see and smell his delicious boyhole. His tightly puckered and hairless asshole was glistening with the pungent but invisible boybutter that had been ripening in his sweaty crack all day.
If the scent had been robust coming through the seat of his undies, it was simply dazzling coming straight off his moist pucker and into my eager nostrils. This was some first rate boystink that only a little BMX stud like Skyler could generate. I inhaled his perfect scent and felt shockwaves ripple through my brain. If it had been physiologically possible for my asshole to get wet, it would have soaked my underwear.
I whimpered quietly as I licked his ripe 12-year-old asshole, entranced by the scent and the intense experience of sniffing and licking it when it was this pungent and intoxicating.
"Feels good," he said quietly and stirred slightly.
"Mmm, you smell so good. Like a little stud. I love licking your asshole, Skyler," I said and returned to licking it. Although I had admitted it to him before and it was certainly obvious, I liked telling him how much I enjoyed sniffing and licking his hot asshole.
"I know," he said. After several more seconds, he stirred and I glanced up from my work for a moment and looked toward his face as he raised up and looked around at me. "You wanna suck my dick?" he asked and flashed his handsome grin.
"Yeah, I wanna suck it so bad," I replied and licked his asshole again. The tangy scent of it was hanging in the air around us and no matter how much I licked his hole, it still smelled ripe with his scent. It was like the more I licked it the more hypnotizing pheromones were released. I got in a few more good licks before he rolled over onto his back.
"I need a good blow job," he said and chuckled as he reclined against the pillows and let me pull his undies down his legs and off. Then he spread his legs wide apart and grasped his hard 5-inch bone with one hand to hold it upright for licking. A wispy bush of light-brown pubes had sprouted above his otherwise hairless cock and balls and I could tell by his scent that puberty was churning in his nuts.
The smell of his sweaty cock and balls was amazing but, when he peeled back his foreskin, the deliciously sharp scent of his cheesy dick assaulted my nostrils. I was barely conscious of my involuntary moaning and whimpering as I crawled forward and started licking the head of his ripe little cock.
I had sucked him off twice but I was still fascinated by his awesome dick and just as eager to suck it now as I was the first time he let me. He watched as I licked the smelly head of his tool thoroughly before closing my mouth around it and swallowing it. He let go of his cock and relaxed his arms as I started sucking.
"Oooh, yeah," he breathed as I swallowed his cock to the root, allowing the shaft to slide into my throat. I quickly withdrew until just the top of his cock was in my mouth before swallowing him again causing him to squirm and flex his legs as he enjoyed the sensation.
Again, I withdrew until just the head and first two inches were in my mouth and then swallowed him again, pausing for a couple of seconds as I deep throated him. I did this a few times, holding his cock upright and steady with one hand while I grasped his balls with the other.
"Oh yeah, that's it. Suck my cock," he breathed. Maybe he had unconsciously borrowed the line from some internet porn he had been watching but it sounded like a spontaneous and sincere command in the heat of the moment. I did as he said, skillfully swallowing his cock to the root and then allowing it to slide almost all the way out as I pumped my head up and down.
Soon, I started making several shorter strokes between each long, deep one and occasionally stopped to lick the head and shaft of his cock again. This gave me a chance to catch my breath and enjoy smelling and licking his smooth cock, tasting the salty precum that begun to trickle from the tip.
"Mmm, I love sucking your cock," I said before I swallowed it again, eagerly deep throating his meat several more times before returning to making shorter faster strokes.
"Fuck yeah, that feels good," he grunted and grabbed the back of my head with one hand as I sucked. The muscles of his belly flexed and rippled as I pumped my head vigorously, working hard to please him but careful not to bring him to climax too soon. I wanted to prolong the experience for both of us for as long as possible.
He exhaled heavily and watched when I stopped sucking again for another break. He still had his hand on my head but his grip was gentler now as I grasped his cock and held it to one side so I could lick the base, first on one side and then the other, inhaling the yeasty scent of sweaty boycock. I grasped and licked his hairless nuts as he reclined before me with his knees drawn up and his legs splayed wide apart.
I got another strong whiff of his ass so I took the opportunity to lick his hot asshole again, suddenly overcome with a powerful craving for him to fuck me. My own asshole twitched at the thought as I carefully licked the little stud's boyhole. It wasn't the first time it had crossed my mind either. As much as I had fantasized about sucking his cock I had jerked off several times thinking about him fucking me. In that moment, I felt certain that it might happen soon.
"Oh, shit man, that feels good," he said when I returned to licking his cock and started sucking it again. Without using my hands, I got it back in my mouth and swallowed it. Holding it deep in my throat for several seconds, I withdrew slowly and then swallowed him again. Moving slowly at first, I swallowed his cock again and again and then gradually quickened my pace.
As I began pumping my head in shorter, faster strokes, I used my lips and tongue to keep my teeth off his cock. I considered continuing to delay his orgasm but I could tell he was quickly approaching the point of no return and my neck and jaws were aching from the exertion.
"Ahhh, fuck!" he said and grabbed my head with both hands. His body tensed and I could see his belly muscles flex as his legs trembled and he began thrusting his hips upward, driving his cock into my throat.
I worked diligently to give him the kind of blow job I thought he deserved and I wanted to finish strong. I couldn't think of any place I'd rather be than here about to swallow Skyler's hot load.
"Yeah man! UHH! UHHNN!" he grunted.
He gripped my head with more force and his body tensed and he stretched his legs as he came. He shot off an incredible load of spunk while I continued sucking his cock, pumping my head vigorously. There must have been half a dozen powerful little spurts as his cock jerked, rapidly squirting his load in my mouth. I swallowed most of it immediately but some escaped and ran down his cock.
"Ahhh," he sighed as his orgasm subsided and he relaxed. I allowed his cock to slowly slide between my lips as I withdrew and swallowed the last of his load. I loved the taste of his cum.
"Fuck that felt so good. You're a good cocksucker," he said and chuckled.
"Thanks," I said and grinned. I licked the cum off his still twitching cock, squeezing it carefully and lapping up the cum that oozed from the tip. When I had cleaned up his cock, I licked his balls again briefly before I was done.
"That was the best one so far. Best blow job I ever had," he said. He was reclining there completely relaxed and well taken care of and I was confident that I had done a good job.
"Yeah and that was the biggest load ever!" I replied. "The third time definitely is the charm."
"Yep," he agreed.
"First time I ever sucked off a race champ," I remarked.
"It won't be the last time, huh?" he asked and winked at me.
"No sir," I agreed.
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To be continued...