He stank, until I got him home.

I was travelling back home on the train one Friday evening after a heavy week in the office, when a boy sat down opposite me. Unfortunately he stank of a heavy mixture of cigarettes, body odour and after shave. It was so disgusting that I was about to get up and sit elsewhere, until I realised that in someone so young this heady mixture was extremely erotic.

Being forthright by nature, I asked the boy when he had last had a bath. He immediately apologised and replied quite openly that he shared an apartment with five other students, that something had gone wrong with the plumbing, and the landlord was not interested in fixing it since they were behind with the rent.

So of course I said "well do you want to come back to my place for a freshen up?".

As soon as we got in the front door of my house I told him to get upstairs to the bathroom and run the bath. I didn't want anything in the house getting tainted with that disgusting smell. I told him to give me his clothing and I would put in in the wash, which I did immediately. I've never touched such disgustingly stinky clothes. Since I had organised all this, I considered I was within my rights to check on whether the boy was actually cleaning himself properly in the bath. I knocked on the door and went in, explaining that I had come to check he was getting clean. He was sitting in the bath surrounded by heavy white foam and grinned broadly at me.

I asked him whether he had washed his hair and he said no. So I got the strongest shampoo I could find, lathered it up and started on his hair. I gave him a good massage all around the head, washed inside his ears and round the back of his neck and then got him to lift up onto his knees and bend down in the bath water to rinse off. I pushed his head down into the water and lifted his head up again and squeezed it dry. Whilst doing this I just happened to look down and I could see the end of his prick sticking up out of the foam! I was erect too, since all this was pretty intoxicating stuff!

I figured that it was a bit pointless to have a bath, then have sex, and then have another bath, so I decided that we ought to have sex before the bathing ended.
So I said to him that in order to finish bathing I would have to get in the bath as well. I thought I detected a slightly nervous look in the boy at that point, but it was really too late for any second thoughts about this. I didn't think the boy was at all experienced in this sort of thing, but you have to start somewhere I suppose.

Anyway, I joined him in the bath and continued to wash him down, explaining that I really wanted him to be clean and a completely different boy from the one I met on the train. I also explained that, in any case, his clothes were in the wash and he would have to wait for them to dry before he could put them on. I also referred to the fact that he was obviously a heavy smoker, something which I could not condone at his age, and that hopefully he could turn over a new leaf in that respect, no pun intended.

While I was chattering away, I had lifted the boy up on his feet so that I could check he was all clean. I found a dirty bit in the small of his back and so I got some soap and lathered it up in my hands, and rubbed that part, then I thought it might be an idea to check that his bum was nice and clean so I got some more lather and put my hand in his crack and felt inside there a bit, rubbing up and down with the soap. I had to rinse that part off before moving onto the next area of choice, which incidentally was his thighs.

By the time I came to the front of the boy, his prick was so erect and horizontal that it would have made Archimedes proud, but it definitely needed a wash with some more soap and a rinse, which I did by hand. After that, I was confident enough to start tasting there. I am quite sure the boy by that time was expecting this, and it came as no surprise at all to him. I licked around at first but soon I had the whole of his prick in my mouth, which was facilitated by its youthfulness, because although he was fully erect, his prick was very slim and I could get a complete mouthful without any difficulty. Soon after I started to suck him, I could feel his body convulsing slightly and I could feel several spoonfuls of come hit the back of my throat.

Before the boy had recovered from this phenomenon, I turned him round so that he faced a full length mirror which was on the wall on the far end of the bath. I placed his hands astride the mirror and moved his body so that he bent downwards slightly.

I felt inside the crack of his bum again, got a soap and shampoo mixture into a lather on my hand and put that on my prick, then located his bumhole, lined myself up and within seconds I was in there. It just took a few jiggles on my part to go deep inside. He was very accommodating. He was slightly shorter than me, so I could see his face in the mirror over his shoulder, and he could see mine. While I thrust, my eyes fixed on his and his eyes fixed on mine, although being a mirror image this was a little strange till we got used to it. Now and again I leant down slightly to kiss his newly washed neck. After a while, I felt my whole body starting to get sucked into my own prick and then whilst I came, it was as if my whole body was travelling through my prick and ejaculating into his bumhole.
That feeling lasted for a few seconds while I pushed right in to get the last of the juices into the place of their desire.

Afterwards, I sat with the boy watching television.
We slept together, he curled up onto me most of the night, and I had my arm around him. It was most appealing.
In the morning his clothes were dry and he put them on and left.

I suppose if he wanted to visit me again he would know where to come but I am sad to say that it hasn't happened.