El kiosco.

Before starting the story, I warn you that it's only for people with an open mind, as the morbidity I'm about to recount isn't for everyone.After many conversations through the internet... We hooked up because of our morbid content in hot conversations, those that get you hard and end with a wet head, as we talked, we dared to go a little further and it seemed like the bet was strong, but as already happens with anonymous chats, it only stayed like that.

One day, following the theme, we agreed that when we met in person, at least we should not wash our genitals for at least three days, looking for strong smells of cock and balls and the slogan also included using the same boxer. The one who had the strongest smell of dirty male would win and that's who should clean up first.

And it turned out that after so much talk, one day it happened. Since I'm married, it was either him or go to a hotel. One Tuesday night, he says on Skype: I'll be alone at the business on Saturday morning if you come early, I'll also meet before opening and we can give it our all; I knew it was from the south but not exactly where, when he gave me the location, I was a bit far away but good, it had happened.

And so it was, zero soap and water (like work) I used three boxers to not stink up anyone, every day that passed and concentrated on the bar, I got hotter and my morbid grew, the same thing happened to him, in fact, we even exchanged photos of our boxers at that point, without showing anything more, the idea was to keep it present...

Until the day. At 7:30, I was at the business door (Kiosk) not very big but had everything, including a part that couldn't be seen from outside, a one-meter-square kitchen and an even smaller bathroom.

We talked a bit but without much turning around, he knelt down at my belt level and I said, Hey... imagine when my cock is out in the open!! The skinny guy got so hard he wanted to take it all off quickly, but I stopped him and told him to wait so we could enjoy it a bit more of those smells with So much morbidity we had gathered, it made me take notice and obvious I kneeled down, there wasn't so much smell with clothes on, but... it deceived me. When finally we exposed the merchandise I have to admit that I had done well my homework, not only did it smell like a penetrating cock, but also there was cheese, and don't even mention the smell of eggs and ass, almost fainted (obvious pleasure) Thus we stayed for a good while until later after so much olernos we cleaned up in a big 69. We didn't come, but it wasn't necessary, the lived morbidity was unique. It's possible that within a few days it will repeat, so good, we'll have to gather masculinity represented in filth and morbose again. A chubby re coped, big cock and as dirty as me. Real story. SmegmaSeeker