They had gotten off the bus at around 5:15, and the sidewalk was swarming with men in business suits. Sam was quick, cutting against the flow with ease–more than once, Jed lost sight of him in the crowd, but discovered he could find him just as easily with his nose, if he focused on the foul stench coming off his body. The two of them swam through the current of men, any number of them throwing Jed nasty looks, wondering what a filthy worker like him could possibly be doing on their sidewalk. Jed eventually stopped following his eyes and relied on his nose–and he ran right into Sam’s back, discovering his strange acquaintance had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, and was sniffing the air.
“What are we doing up here, anyway?” Jed asked.
“Eh,” Sam said, took a long snort, and sighed, “I was bored, wanted to play. I wasn’t expecting to find someone like you on the bus though.”
“Like me?”
“Another Stinker like me.”
“A Stinker?”
Sam took another deep breath, and gave a shudder, “Can’t fuckin’ concentrate with you stinking like filth behind me, fuck…”
Before Jed could do anything, Sam grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him across the sidewalk’s flow, towards a narrow alley between two large office buildings. There were a couple of dumpsters a fifty feet back or so, and Sam pulled him behind one, shoved Jed up against the wall, and pressed his body into him, licking Jed’s neck, sucking at the sweat there, listening to him moan and grind his cock into Sam’s filthy jeans. “Look…just…just stay here for a bit, I’ll be back in a moment with something fun to play with.”
Jed waited. Sam went back to the alley entrance, sniffing at the men who passed by without them really noticing. Something caught his attention, and he stepped back out into the flow of men, Jed struggling to see him in the throng of businessmen. A minute later, He stepped back, pulling someone with him–one of the businessmen. He was younger, probably in his late twenties. Well manicured, with that greased back hair that was so popular these days, and a smooth face. He was a bit taller than Sam, but probably a bit shorter than Jed was now. He didn’t look particularly happy, being dragged along by some strange filthy man, but Jed could see the tent in his tailored pants, and he could…smell him. He didn’t smell quite like Sam and him, not filthy, and he didn’t just smell “clean”, he smelled…like fresh meat. He smelled like prey, like a target, and without really noticing, Jed felt his mouth start drooling a bit, and he was stroking his cock.
Jed wasn’t a faggot, but he’d had sex with men before, always as a top, and now he realized that every single one of them had smelled exactly like this young man smelled. And every single one of them had done everything he’d said, no matter what it was, and in all of those situations, Jed had always been…surprised by the depths and filth of his imagination. He recognized that look in the businessman’s eyes, that confusion as he leaned in closer, Sam lifting one arm, the man sniffing, then giving in and burying his face in the stink. Sam spit in the man’s face, and Jed watched his anger turn to humiliation, then turn to arousal. Sam eventually walked away, deeper into the alley. The man didn’t want to follow, but he wiped the drool on his hand, sucked it up, and then followed him, staggering a bit.
“Ready to have some fun?” Sam said, when he rejoined Jed.
“I’ve…smelled men like him before, what the fuck is that?”
“Heh, don’t fuckin’ worry about it, just enjoy yourself.”
The businessman came around the dumpster, saw Jed there, smelled him…but this close, Jed couldn’t stop himself. He shoved the businessman back, hard enough to knock him onto his ass, surprised at his own violence. His hands quickly dropped his shorts, grabbed the back of the man’s head and forced him down on the shaft, enjoying the sensation of him gagging around it.
Sam came up behind him, pressing his body against his back, holding him tight. “Fuck, I forgot…what it’s like when two of us play together, fuck…and you’re still fuckin’ changin’, so fuckin’ excited man, can’t fuckin’ tell you…”
Jed, however, was having doubts. He wasn’t a fucking faggot. He’d had urges sure. He’d fucked pussy fuckers like this one, but he couldn’t explain Sam. He couldn’t accept that this man like him could be turning him on. That, when he felt Sam’s cock sliding up his ass crack, that he…wanted it inside of him. As much as it hurt–and it hurt a surprising amount, he got out from between them and stepped back a few paces. He needed some air–some fresh air. He couldn’t get the smell of Sam out of his nose, or the smell of this worthless business faggot. His head felt like it was slowing down, like he was just running on instinct, and his new instincts terrified him.
Sam stepped up. He said something to him, but all Jed could think about was how much he wanted to get on his knees and smell his ass, smell his crotch, smell his feet–all his faggot smells, fuck! He looked down at the man in the suit, and he looked different. He’d grown a beard, he had a gut, he had the hungriest look in his eyes and he was staring right at Jed, licking cum from his lips like a whore. Not this, he can’t do this, and he shoved Sam to one side, pulled his shorts back up and bolted. Sam shouted for him, but Jed just ran. He ran down the busy sidewalk, he ran as quickly as he could, until he couldn’t run anymore, until he’d finally gotten that smell from his nose, from his lungs. Home, he had to get home. Had to get home and just…forget any of this faggot shit ever happened. And once he calmed down, he could find some pussy (even though pussy was the last thing he wanted, the last thing he had ever wanted) and feel like a real man again.
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