Starting point

When I was in my late teens, I didn't have much access to sex with men. Sure I'd hang around a bit too long in the toilets while having a piss. Daring myself to remain stood next to a guy who was pissing, even though I'd clearly finished. Or sitting for an hour looking through the tiny holes made by others in order to see the guy in the next stall. Often id get a good long look at the flacid dick and the almost ceremonial ways guys would unzip and take it out, foreskins drawn unless they were cut. A quick spit in the trough or bowl, sometimes a quick spit in the hand to moisten the head, that always intrigued me. At times I'd reel with disgust at the farts and noises some men would make while in the stall and quickly Dissappear out of there.

It's these past experiences that have made me attracted to the smell of a man's crotch and taint. The odour of the cottage troughs that has stayed with me all these years reminds me of my first experiences with men. In some of the cottage stalls, there were holes or partitions large enough that when I and my stall neighbours were able, we would suck and be sucked. So often, we'd be sucking on a pissy cock as there was no option to rinse it first. I love the smell now of mens worn briefs and the odour of a days wear. I love to suck a dick showered in the morning but then used all day. I hate the taste of a soap dick. I may as well lick a soap on a rope! It's suprises me how many guys will refuse, block on an app while arranging a meet, or call you dirty if I ask them to not rinse their cock first.

It's really where this true story begins. I would invite my friends to stay over at mine. Often we would sleep, one on the floor but occasionally they would share my bed. In the morning I would kick their briefs under my bed as if they had just landed there. I'd ignore the "what happened to my pants"? Or say "oh mum must have collected them for washing, get them next time". When they went, I'd lie back with my hard dick in my hand, pants on my face sniffing the faint scent of cock, piss and arse. It was my only option back in the day. In the racist and homophobic area in London I grew up in.

One day my buddy Bradley stayed over. We had been labourng hard for my dads builder friend and it had been a long hot day, both of us wet with sweat. I'd picked up his pants after hiding them while he was in the shower and after he left in the morning not asking at all where they were, started to sniff and rub my dick through my own pants. I'd decided they were strong enough that I would enjoy them fully later that evening. I had just removed them from my face and was still holding them when I realised my bedroom door had opened, it was Bradley, walking in and saying he'd left his watch here. "Are they mine?" he asked staring at the pants I was holding. I just stared back. What?

"Those are my pants" he said. Were you sniffing my pants he said laughing. EW"!

"No of course not" i gruffed, I said they were mine, or at least I thought they were, I had the same. I threw them at him and said, "these stink so I should have realised they weren't. Explains alot" I said, laughing and desperate to lighten the situation. We both laughed a bit, then to my suprise he shoved his shorts down, wiped his fingers around his helmet and tackled me to the floor. "You want to smell my cock here you go," getting the better of me he made me sniff his fingers. "You like that" he laughed. We rolled and fought for a few minutes before releasing each other. We both clearly had a boner. "Now look" he laughed. "Damn, I need to have a wank now, I can't have this tenting in my shorts all morning".

We had masturbated together before, I loved that occasion. Watching as he masturbated his large 8 inch and thick uncut cock. We both climbed on the bed dicks hard. We were wanking as Bradley reached down collecting his pants, he tossed them back at me saying, "fucking sniff them now" I joked and brought them to my face and did. One long exaggerated sniff. "In fact" he went on, "better still, sniff the real thing". We wrestled again and he wiped his dick on my face. I thought fuck it, Its now or never. I laughed turning my head but grabbed and held his arms, I turned back and took his cock into my mouth. He was visibly shocked at first but It didn't take long before he was fucking my throat. A few minutes later we came together. He in my mouth and mine shooting between us without touching my dick.We cleaned up not really talking and Bradley left taking his wrist watch and his pants.

Bradley and I didn't talk for a couple of weeks. Then one day he turned up at my door. He came in and we chatted about the usual nonsense while we had a couple of beers. He asked to take a piss but openly had a piss in the garden instead of going inside. He waved his semi around and said he was horny. "I need a wank he said. Do you have any porn"? Sure do I said and we went inside, put some straight porn on and started to wank together on the couch. Suddenly he took his hand off his own dick and started wanking me, "grab hold of mine and wank me mate" he said. Then said, "have you missed my pants, why don't you give me another bj"? He was laughing but i knew he was serious. He put his hand to my head and I let him guide me down on his cock. I slipped down off the couch so i was between his legs and sucked him off again.
We both came moments later.

After that, Bradley came round almost every week for about a year, even though we both had girlfriends by then too.

The 3rd time we were masturbating Bradley said, "I think I must owe you a blow job by now"! I leaned back as Bradley leaned over and sucked me off. I tapped is head as a warning, "fuck im gonna cum", Bradley just kept on and held his head still. My cock in his mouth, I blasted shot after shot into his throat. I went down on Bradley and sucked him off, always to completion and hearing his moans and gasps, I came to recognise the point I'd soon be tasting the sweet salty nectar.

We often started the sex quite innocently, with one or other saying "I need to wank", but both knowing what it would lead to. We never fucked but he licked my arse and sucked my dick regularly and I reciprocated with delight. Bradley had moved away with work and I often wonder where he is now and what his life is like.