CHAPTER 2
*Note from Author: I would strongly recommend reading part 1 before reading part 2. There will be a Part 3, so I hope you enjoy.
After getting cleaned up for the second time in an hour, I followed Dave back into his room from the bathroom. This time I sat further away from him, on his bare mattress after he took a seat in his computer chair. He was all smiles. I was fairly contemplative and doing my best to focus on the smell of his shoe that I was still carrying around. I was getting better and better and picking out smells and focusing on them, and having the shoe close made it easy to focus on it. The main problem was the old worn out shoe smell did give me a crazy feeling, it acted like a pheromone making me incredibly horny, but it was nowhere near as effective as, well, David's more intimate areas.
"I don't want to embarrass you, but I think we should keep experimenting with this. Like, I know you are weirded out about, you know, like cumming over smelling my shoes, and well you know, like my dick. But, I think it is kind of cool. Is it the same? Like when you orgasm from smelling stuff, is it the same as from like jerking off watching titty porn or whatever?" David asked.
"Why are you so interested in this? I mean, I know it is super weird, but even before I started cumming you were trying to get me to stop my meds and test out smells." I asked.
"I don't know. I guess, it is really interesting and I think there are different things that affect me, you know, sexually. Don't tell anyone, but let me show you something." David walked to his closet and picked up his hamper. Underneath was something pink and small. He picked it up, held it out to me untangling it - it was a pink thong. "Three months ago I was in the gym and I saw Stacy Turnclad's bag was open and these were sitting inside, right on top. I know it is totally messed up, but I just reached in and grabbed them and pocketed them. Don't judge me - I know it is like 100% perv move, but I jerked off smelling them so many times and I blew like 1000x harder than ever before. I guess I am wondering if it is like that for you or if I am just like a full-blown pervy creep guy." David was looking down and he returned to his chair. I could tell he was feeling a little fucked up. We are teen guys, so sure pussy is on the mind a lot.
"I know you would never, like, you would never treat a girl badly or anything fucked up. You made a snap choice. It is kind of pervy, not going to lie, but not like the worst thing in the world. I just buried my face into your crotch, humped your chair, and blew a load. That seems way worse than you grabbing Tracy's panties. So I guess it is all relative, but also, you might want to do something nice for her - karma and whatnot." I replied with a smile.
David got back up and went to his closet again, he dropped the panties and picked up his hamper to set it back down on them again. "There is one other thing, J. I am kind of embarrassed. Maybe close your eyes for a minute." He said looking back at me.
"Okaaayyy." I said, closing my eyes. I could hear him rummaging, sounded like he was going through his hamper.
I was so focused on the smell of his shoe, I didn't realize he was next to me until it was too late. I felt them right before I smelled them. I rolled my body away, my arms flailed, my whole body went rigid and started shaking again. I could only see blue and only hear laughing. David had jammed a dirty pair of his briefs onto my head. My face, my nose was literally rubbing the fabric that held his junk. David was on top of me, holding me down on the bed. Not that I was putting up much of a fight as my body was basically trembling from taking in the amazing smell of his crotch. I could smell every single molecule of his ball sweat, precum, the tiniest oversprayed particles of piss, his musk, not cum exactly, but definitely like a hint of precum, I'm sure he was hard at least once when he wore these particular briefs.
"You like that?!" David said, holding my arms down while straddling my torso. He was laughing hysterically. "Calm down. Try to calm." David said pulling the underwear off my face and rapidly putting the shoe over my nose.
"Oh you fucker. I didn't cum. I didn't cum." I said as I breathed into the shoe. I was clutching David's shirt. He was on his knees straddling my stomach. I was worried if he moved back a few inches he'd feel my hard on.
"You better watch your mouth young man or I'll wash your nose out with soap. I can cripple you with one squirt of air freshener." David said still laughing. "You never told me what it's like. If it's like better than just jerking off."
Looking up at him past the shoe he was still holding to my face, "it is amazing. It makes a regular orgasm from jerking off seem pointless. It's like my whole body is orgasming times a million."
"Really?" David said with a smirk. You want it? You want me to let you sniff my crotch?"
"What the fuck? No. I don't want to sniff your crotch." I couldn't believe he just asked that.
David shuffled his knees higher up the bed until they were up to my armpits. He straightened up basically pushing his crotch up against the sole of the shoe. "All you have to do is remove the shoe and your whole body will feel a million times better than an orgasm right? Why would you not want that?"
"Dude, David, you're my best friend, I don't want to get off smelling you. Like, it is just weird." I was just completely shocked.
"We already covered this. It isn't because you aren't sexually attracted to me, it is just a medical condition. Like those ASMR people, but with smells instead of sounds, right? If everything was the other way around, I would wish you would let me smell you to feel as good as you describe." David explained.
"You aren't weirded out by it at all?" I asked.
"Not at all." David said. He seemed perfectly calm, but I couldn't shake the feeling that he was not as chill about this as he was saying. I had the feeling that he was orchestrating something, almost like I was walking right into an epic prank or trap, but like he said, the possibility of recreating the euphoric feeling was too enticing.
"I mean, then yes I want to, but I'm worried it is creepy for you after all these years to have me like, you know, be all up in your private business." I said laughing, my dick just straining and maximum hard.
"Well, I don't want you to cum on me or my bed and you are out of underwear." David said, his voice hardening a little.
"I can't control it, I mean I blacked out the last two times." I said with a little panic in my voice. "I don't want to lose the opportunity to smell you again, or you know, one last time. In like another hour my prescription could be here and all this will be behind us. I can just get a pair of my dirty boxer briefs and cum in them, again." I said hoping he'd go for it.
"I am worried you'll get cum on my bed. Let's do this" he said, getting off the bed. He walked over to the closet and grabbed a used towel from the hamper and put it on the floor. "Come over here and kneel on this."
I got off his bed and held the shoe on my face while I took the few strides to him. He had a big smile. I stupidly just stood there staring at him. I think I was seeing him differently than I have ever seen him before. He was very handsome, like, classically good looking.
"Strip, dummy. The whole point is so you don't cum on any more of your clothes." He said, like he was losing patience.
"Yeah, of course." I replied and I interpreted his tone as he was probably nervous too. "Hold this" I handed him his shoe. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it on the floor by the futon frame. I dropped my shorts and underwear in one swoop. I was a little embarrassed to be naked right in front of him with the hardest dick I have ever had. I held my hand back out for the shoe, but he didn't give it to me. He held it to my nose for me.
"Well, crotch sniffer, assume the position!" I was deep in thought, but I did not detect humor in his tone. It struck me as serious, and for some reason, I apologized.
"I'm sorry David. I was just, I don't know." I stammered as I knelt right in front of him. The air of the entire room changed. On my knees, naked, in front of my best friend waiting for him to remove his shoe from my face so I could smell his manhood - my excitement and nervousness turned to fear and confusion.
""That's okay, crotch sniffer." David said as he placed his other hand on my head. He was kind of petting me and he nudged the shoe with his bulge a few times while just standing there with his hand on my head. "Well? Did you forget your manners? A 'please' would be nice." He said, again, I was hoping it was all in my head, but his tone had turned hard.
"Yes. Sorry David." What the hell? Why was I apologizing again? "David can I please smell your, um, your crotch?" I managed to ask.
"I don't know. That wasn't very convincing." He looked me right in the eyes, his face was emotionless, humorless.
"Please David. Your crotch smells so good. It would bring me so much joy if you would let me sniff you. Please, it smells so good, please let me sniff you." I think I meant it. Like, I was begging, but as I said the words, I wasn't being facetious. I really wanted him to let me smell him.
"Okay, but remember you owe me one, crotch sniffer" Finally he gave me a nice tone and he even winked at me. He slowly pulled the shoe away from my nose. His bulge was right there, about five inches from my face. My nose immediately began to tingle. His masculine scent was rapidly filling every single one of my olfactory glands. My body began reacting. The familiar shaking, I was losing my consciousness again. I reached for David and braced myself by grabbing his hips. "Whoa, baby, here you go, he said and pushed the shoe back to my face.
