The Mystery Smell

This story goes back some years, when I was barely in High School and still a somewhat decent individual. This is arguably the hook up that took me from normal functioning upstanding citizen, to the pervert, weirdo, standard-less pathetic mother-fucker I am today. When I look back on this story it makes me see how weak of a man I actually was at an early age.

When I was about fifteen my cousin and I took a trip to Cleveland Ohio. My brother was attending college there , it was a boring summer for my cousin and I, so we packed up our shit and hitched a Greyhound headed to Cleveland, Ohio. I don’t know if you ever taken a Greyhound anywhere, but if you haven’t take my advice and splurge on a plane ticket. The Greyhound is sorta like a thirty two foot long mobile county jail. Everybody either looks like a thug, pedophile or suicide bomber. There is one community bathroom that gets dumped every other stop. The people sometimes have been riding the bus for days without showering. Majority of the trip, the bus smells like the inside of a colostomy bag. You’re almost guaranteed to see a fight on board and the saying “If you move your feet you lose your seat”. Anyways this story has nothing to do with the Greyhound. So moving right along…



When we got to Cleveland me and my cousin anticipated a relaxing weekend of playing video games, eating pizza and staying up late. However this was not the case. Upon arrival at my brothers shitty East Cleveland low budget apartment building we were immediately forced to drink beer and our penis sizes were challenged… I mean that literally. So you could imagine what kind of weekend this was going to be. We got to meet all of my brothers friends which consisted of Russell: An unemployed, alcoholic, pop-locker. Johnny: An out of shape wanna be WWE wrestler. Sticks: Possibly one of the ugliest people you will ever meet in life, but promising basketball player. Lastly, Gibbs: just as ugly as sticks but with a dash of down syndrome. Between the five of them, my whole weekend there, there was only one piece of ass to stroll through that apartment and she was my brothers stalker. She was clearly an underage retard but would have sucked the veins out of my brothers dick if he asked. I was not impressed at all though, I still had standards at the time. I wouldn’t have fucked her with Bin Laden’s dick double bagged.

The next day on one of our frequent trips to White Castle (or the chipmunk meat factory as I like to call it) me and my cousin met two chicks around our age in the elevator. One brown skin thick nice ass and thighs and a decent face. The other dark skin, taller slim and a little cuter than her friend. I never been one to really approach a girl and spit some game. With lots of peer pressure from my older brother and his friends I had no choice. I walked up to her and spit some weak game I’m sure; but I got her number anyways. Wow, that felt good! Even though I got her number I really had no intentions on calling her. I thought just getting her number was a big enough success. However with steady peer pressure from my brother and his dick friends, again I had no choice. I called her up and invited her and her cousin (the slim one) up to my brothers apartment to hang out, she agreed.

Later that night while me my cousin my brother and Russell were playing video games we heard a knock on the door. It was them. I am nervous as all hell. I have no idea what to say or what to do. Fast forward about fifteen minutes and somehow music is blasting and Brownskin is on my lap grinding me in her mini skirt and slim is on my cousins lap doing the same. They make there way around the room giving every one dances, including my then twenty three year old brother and Russell. Yeah, they pretty much statutory raped them.

I knew something was wrong when I smelled a foul odor. What the fuck is that? Now I have Slim on my lap grinding and I am semi disgusted. She has on booty shorts, and I am rubbing her legs. They are so hairy and dry it felt like I was petting a nappy headed African poodle. First I’m thinking I know this dusty bitch didn’t just fart on me, but when I went in for a closer smell I didn’t smell anything. Hmm… maybe it’s her breath? I have met a few booty-mouthed bitches in my day this wouldn’t surprise me. Nope it wasn’t her breathe, so I continued to pet the nappy headed poodle legs. Then I noticed my brother and Russell in the corner chattering like two teenage girls. I go over and see whats going on and I am informed by my brother that apparently Brown skin has a shit stain in her panties. I didn’t want to believe it, I was having way to much fun. It was my turn with Brownskin in the bedroom so I would get to the bottom of this. When I got into the room she put me on the bed and got straight to the dry humping. She liked me a lot for reasons I don’t know, because when I was fifteen my dick was the size of a clitoris. The dry humping was exceptionally good but I had to focus on the task at hand, get to the bottom of this odor. I could smell it with much more intensity now. It was like she was a scratch and sniff. Every time she grind on me I’d smell it more and more. So finally I sat up on the bed turned her around and told her to dance. Now a quick peek under her skirt was all that stood between me and the odor. I slowly pulled up her skirt with my index finger and low and behold, A SHIT STAIN THE SIZE OF TEXAS! I think I may have gasped when I saw it because the dry hump/lap dance ended shortly after. After that moment I was traumatized and never been the same since. That’s some heavy shit for a fifteen year old, or at least back in 2001 it was. Nowadays I bet fifteen year olds run into shitty-panty bitches at least twice a week.