Disclaimer:
This story and all others in this series are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. It depicts acts of a homosexual nature and includes frank descriptions of raunchy sexual behavior. If you are under age or offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further.
Discovering Mansmells 3
Third time's the charm!' How many times had Paulie heard that? So, the young man was certainly curious to see how a third' time could possibly be more amazing than his first two encounters with mansmells. He could hardly believe what had happened last weekend, first with his dad Leon and then with his dad and their barber Joe at his shop. As if he'd been inducted into a men-only secret society, Paul understood that the smells in his jock, in the locker room and between his legs were all a natural part of being a man. Nonetheless, if the third time was truly the charm, Paul feverishly tried to figure out when and where his third time would be.
The week had seemed to crawl along. Everyone, including his dad had slipped back into their normal daily routines as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. A couple times, Paul wondered whether he'd imagined the whole thing. After all, it was so taboo and nasty. Maybe it would never happen again. The thought of never indulging in another man's private smell was more that Paulie could handle.
It was a beautiful, warm day and Paul had decided to walk home from school. His 20-minute journey home took him through two neighborhoods and a forest preserve. He especially loved taking his time through the wooded lot. The relative remoteness in the middle of town seemed like a private little island in a sea of activity. Today in particular, Paul thought the walk might give him a chance to clear his head of the millions of nasty thoughts he couldn't seem to shake. But, as he sauntered along the gravel path through the woods, he found himself desperately trying to imagine the circumstances of his third encounter.
About half way through the preserve, he walked past the only structure in the entire park. Built long before Paul was even born, an old public bathroom sat back away from the trail. Due to budget cuts and infrequent use, the john was in pretty bad disrepair. The brick and wood building was partially overgrown and beginning to look more like a cave than a public facility. Even though Paul had used the old bathroom a couple times through the years, today, it peeked his curiosity for a different reason. He looked around to make sure he was alone, left the path and walked over to the bathroom. The doors around back were clearly marked MEN and WOMEN. Paul couldn't imagine any woman ever wanting to use such primitive accommodations. But, for the first time, the thought of anonymous men taking a piss or dump in the building made Paulie's developing cock stir with excitement. As he walked into the men's room, his sensitive nose detected the stale odor of decades of urine and feces hanging in the air. He couldn't help but wonder how many men, over the years, had emptied their bladders and bowels here.
At first glance, the public bathroom seemed like any other. Upon closer inspection, however, you could see the old facility wasn't much more than a glorified outhouse. There were no sinks and the sealed toilets weren't plumbed. Instead, they were gravity fed through pipes that led to shit pits under the structure. Three toilet stalls, separated by floor-length partitions, lined one side of the room while a trench urinal ran along the floor on the opposite wall.
Paul opened the door and slipped into one of the stalls taking a look into the toilet bowl. The site of the un-cleaned bowl would have turned his mom's stomach. But, Paul was fascinated. A yellow and brown ring lined the bottom of the toilet and the stale smell of piss and shit burned Paulie's nose. Almost instantly, the intoxicating smell caused Paulie's cock to spring to full salute! He turned, dropped his pants, grabbed his member and sat his fuzz-covered, bare ass down on the dirty toilet. Taking deep breath after breath, the smell filled Paul's lungs & mind with fantasies of becoming one with the toilet. Paul stroked as he imagined what it would've been like to smell every ass, cock and balls that had settled there!
The sexual frenzy swirling in his head was abruptly interrupted by the sound of footsteps echoing in the outhouse. FUCK!!! The presence of someone else in the abandoned building instantly cleared the sexual haze clouding his mind. But, what should he do now? Maybe the intruder wouldn't realize he was there. Maybe the guy would just take a leak and leave. And maybe it wasn't a cop!
Paulie sat motionless. No matter how quiet he tried to be, he was sure the stranger could hear his heart pounding in his chest. As he waited, the heavy, booted footsteps of his new companion paused a couple times as if unsure of the intended destination. Paul struggled to control his panic as the steps came closer, finally stopping in the adjoining stall.
He listened as the new guest unzipped his pants followed by the familiar rustle of blue jeans. Paulie imagined his new neighbor fishing his cock out to take a leak into the nasty toilet. And sure enough, in a matter of seconds, the silence was broken by the sound of splashing piss. As the stream of cock water reached full strength, Paul heard a deep, muffled rumble as the man blasted a huge fart and then sighed with relief.
It was all Paul could do to keep from laughing in his secret hiding place. Just when he thought he might lose it, the stink of the man's expelled gas filtered around the partition and surrounded Paul. He could barely catch his breath as the earthy musk of shit-scented air filled his nose. On top of that, Paul felt unexpected warmth through his sneakers. Looking down, he saw a puddle of yellow liquid running underneath the partition and surrounding him in his stall. What the serious fuck! The man was obviously pissing all over the floor and walls of the stall rather than into the intended receptacle. The stench of fart and strong piss was almost more than Paul could handle. He inhaled deeply as the fresh layer of smells his benefactor added merged with the stale residue of past donors.
As the booted stranger's piss stream slowed to a stop, he belched. Oddly, Paulie didn't hear the usual rustle of fabric nor the zip that had preceded the donation. What was he doing? The teen froze in panic. Had he been detected in is hiding place? The deafening silence seemed to last forever. Finally, Paul heard his neighbor step back out into the room. His ears strained to hear the slightest hint of the man's actions. Eventually, he could make out what sounded like heavy breathing from the other side of his stall door. Paulie peeked thru the crack between the door and stall to see the man standing a couple feet away with his back to him. The man's shirt was pulled up enough so that Paul could see a trail of dark hair running from his back down into the crack of the beefiest muscle-butt Paul had ever seen. About half of the stranger's hot ass was showing above the top of his lowered jeans. From the heavy breathing and the way his right shoulder and arm were moving, Paul knew the man was cranking on what appeared to be a substantial tool between his legs.
From behind, Paul watched as the complete stranger stroked his cock. Why weren't there any mirrors in this fucking bathroom so he could see the man's face and cock? As the speed and intensity built, Paul couldn't contain himself. He quietly joined in, working his own raging boner. He didn't have to worry too much about being heard at this point. His companion was groaning so loudly there was no way he could hear Paulie working his knob, even if he were right behind him.
As he stroked his throbbing member, Paul imagined himself masturbating the man's cock from behind, helping him work out the massive load that must be boiling in his balls. As Paul's thoughts drifted to the man's crotch, he imagined the man's cock and balls smelling as good as his dad had last weekend. Startled from his trance, Paul flinched as the intruder swiftly turned directly toward Paul's stall. His fully engorged, bushy cock and bull nuts were now in full view. The man's flared cockhead and piss slit were definitely the biggest the young pervert had ever seen.
Lost in the joy of self-abuse and with a few more cranks on his fuck pole, the man blasted squirt after squirt of steaming, hot seed all over the door of Paulie's stall. As the last volley of thick cum splashed the door, the stranger took a step forward bracing himself against the stall. If it hadn't been for the door, Paul would have been face to face with the ruggedly handsome man. As his weak knees recovered, the man slowly lifted his head. Paul froze as their eyes met through the seam in the stall. But, rather than yelling at the young Peeping Tom, the man only smiled and winked at Paulie. And, without saying a word, he reached down, slid his softening, sticky shaft back into his jeans, zipped and walked out the door.
Paulie's tightened muscles relaxed and he finally felt like he could breathe normally again. He couldn't believe his luck. He'd eavesdropped on a stranger pissing right next to him. His lungs had filled with the odor of his fart and piss. And he'd watched the man jack off only inches from his hiding place. As the smell of fresh jizz joined the other mansmells in his nasty stall, Paul returned his attention to his own swollen, leaking cock. Reliving every minute of his close encounter, in no time at all, Paul felt his cock recoil as he blasted his own spunk all over the inside of his door.
Still standing in the puddled piss at his feet, Paulie reached down pulling up his pants. He opened the stall door and stepped out where his anonymous sex buddy had been only seconds before. Curious, Paul turned to see a half dozen teardrops of cock snot hanging on and running down the door. Still delirious from busting his nut, Paul kneeled and began licking the stranger's seed off the stall door. The pungent flavor of the man's spent load mixing with the metallic door gagged him at first. But the smell of the man's load filling Paul's nostrils and the thought of eating another man's nasty load spurred the young pig on. His fever grew as he licked every single drop off the man's jizz off the door. Rabid with lust, he let the door swing open and finished licking his own cum off the inside of the door too.
As he composed himself for the short walk home, Paulie couldn't help but think it was true. The third time was definitely the charm! And with the accidental discovery of a tea room practically in his own backyard, Paulie was sure as fuck, it wouldn't be his last!