WHINE TASTING
By Zachyboy
M/b, oral, anal

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"Gentlemen, gentlemen. The Tight Bottom Country Club in association with
the firm of Whimper and Whine proudly presents our Third Annual Charity
Whine Tasting! What you'll soon see before you on our stage, dear
gentlemen, are seven of the finest boys our talent scouts could find, and
with a country club full of rich men bidding on them, we know our evening
will not disappoint you! Seven lucky boys! Seven lucky winners!"

"You know how this works, gentlemen. Rules were sent via registered mail
along with photos of the boys and your credit application."

"As you know, those of you who are interested in the boy or boys of your
choice will pay $500 dollars to come up on stage for a sniff. And sniff all
you want, gentlemen, sniff all you want! His penis, his balls, his heavenly
butt crack! Don't be shy! Your $500 buys you a full sixty-seconds of
lung-pleasing leisure, after which, it's straight on to auction!"

"You bid to taste your chosen boy for five full minutes of pleasure while
your colleagues in the audience, fine gentlemen all of them, look on with
cheers and encouragement as our fifteen on-stage cameras, mounted firmly
and discreetly hidden, show every tantalizing lick of your tonguing
technique on the large screen monitors above. His hole! Your tongue! His
penis! Your lips! His tiny ball sack and tasty little taint! Not an inch of
your service will be left unseen! Let your eager ass-lappers play ring
around the rosie! Show us your best, gentlemen! After all, you paid good
money for your whine tasting and we want to watch you!"

"And then based on your boy's flavor – his moans and wiggles and his
whimpers and whines – each winning bidder has the option to quadruple
his bid on the spot and full-out pay for his chosen boy for the rest of the
evening, where you'll scoop him into our waiting limo and whisk him off to
one of our seven beautiful penthouse suites in the luxurious Carlton
Towers, where you and your boy will frolic for the evening with hot tub,
steam room and full body massage before retiring to bed for an evening of
delightful debauchery under a slide-away ceiling and a canopy of stars!"

"Gentlemen, gentlemen! We are pleased to lift our curtain and present our
seven beautiful and already well-known boys! Let the Third Annual Charity
Whine Tasting begin! It's our year's largest fundraiser for, ironically,
children's charities...and we've never had a winning bidder who did not
wake up in the morning, boy at his side, completely satisfied!"

"Gentlemen, prepare your bids! Here come the boys!"

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Boy #1. Fiji.

"Now, gentlemen, who'll start the bidding on 10-year-old Fiji? Don't be
shy, gentlemen! Step right up and fill his dance card! Those of you with
programs will remember you first met Fiji, which is short for Filip James,
in a recent little ditty called "Pretend I'm Asleep," where you'll
remember, gentlemen, young Fiji was expertly made anally-pliant by his very
own father, who used a combination of Vaseline, passive-aggressive dirty
talk and abundant, big-picture patience to deflower this young
French-American colt over the course of several weeks. You'll remember
Fiji's doe-eyed glance as his father towered over him, eager and
ready...Fiji's sweet treble, trembling voice quietly asking, "Can I have a
glass of water, Daddy? I just need some water tonight before you fuck me."
Oh, gentlemen, don't let this opportunity pass you by. $500 buys you a
sixty-second sniff of Fiji's most tender French morsels, and then the
bidding for the real prize – his near-virgin flavor – will
begin. Gentlemen, I give you Fiji!"

Number of Sniffers: 8.

Bouquet: Smoky, woody, with a hint of almond and vinegar.

Winning Bid for a Taste: $1,600 paid by Dr. John Stevens, Fiji's
pediatrician.

Flavor: Penis, fresh soap and maple. Balls, salty with a hint of pee. Hole,
sharp, with a hint of sweet cherry and a ripe grape finish.

Outcome: After his five-minute whine tasting – and Fiji did indeed
whimper and whine – Dr. Stevens was so aroused by the sounds and
flavors, he quadrupled his bid on the spot and whisked Fiji off to his
suite at the Carlton Towers where he first undressed him slowly, kissing
every inch of his tender body on the way down.

He stopped to pay luxurious attention to Fiji's tiny penis, which hardened
immediately into a firm, mushroom-tipped nail as the doctor who'd spent all
of Fiji's young lifetime telling Fiji to open his mouth and say "ahh..."
the man who'd prodded Fiji's tiny rectum with 10 years' worth of lubricated
thermometers finally got his chance to loosen his belt, pull down his
pants, and fuck sweet Fiji bent over and bottoms-up on the bed.

He was so eager, the doctor, he didn't even take his pants off. He just
fucked him right there with his pants around his ankles. That night, he did
it three more times to Fiji much more tenderly, but that first time was
just a shaking-happy, finally-get-to, ankle-tripping, gotta-get-in-there
NOW. It was a good one.

What Fiji said: "It feels so big in me. It feels so hard. I can't believe
you're fucking me finally. Make it go deeper. Make it go deeper!" Then he
was just reduced to one long, drawn-out sigh and incoherent babbling. He
also drooled.

What the doctor said when he came: "Here it is, Fiji. I'm going to wet your
tummy with my babies now. I'm gonna make it feel warm, way up in your
tummy! Here it comes baby! NGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!" And then he filled him with
wads of thick, hot man-semen and Fiji shook and moaned and cried out in
wet, stuffed, deep-mated happiness.

Total raised for children's charities:
From Fiji's discriminating sniffers: $4,000.
From the winning bidder and whine taster, Dr. John Stevens: $6.400.
Grand total for Fiji: $10,400.

A very successful coupling. Thank you, Fiji.

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Boy #2. Barrett.

"Now, gentlemen, what am I bid for young Barrett? Oh come now, come now
gentlemen. Certainly you remember Barrett! At 8-years-old, he starred in
the well-received drama "Barrett in the Bathtub," where more than one of
you nearly squirted a decanter of Mr. Bubble trying to get in the tub with
him! Well now's your chance, gentlemen. Barrett is 9-years-old this year
and ready for a thorough scrubbing with your cock and your tongue. Let's
line up for a sniff of young Barrett, gentlemen, and then we'll start the
bidding for those interested in a taste of his wares!"

Number of Sniffers: 6.

Bouquet: Disappointingly clean. A hint of copper earthiness and a bass note
of fleeting poopy-hole, but for the most part, overly-mild and freshly
scrubbed, drawing disappointed moans from the bidders, who had hoped to
clean him orally.

Winning Bid for a Taste: $900 from Mr. Charles Baker Wellington III,
dry-cleaning magnate and two-time winner of Carrington County's Civic
Business Leader of the Year Award.

Flavor: Not bad actually, considering the lack of bouquet. Sweet dandelion,
with a tingly, lilac finish. Mr. Wellington was pleased, in spite of
murmurs of general discontent from the crowd.

Outcome: So pleasantly surprised by flavor he did not expect to find,
particularly inside the ass and around the crinkles of the underballs, Mr
Wellington quadrupled his bid for young Barrett, and fondly remembering the
bathtub story, skirted him off to the Carlton where he immediately plopped
him in the tub, stood at the side and fed him some cock. Barrett slurped
and swallowed expertly, then warm and freshly toweled, retired with
Mr. Wellington to the canopied bed, where he lubed his boy hole and quietly
sat down on Mr. Wellington's big dick until he swore he could see it poking
out through the inside of his belly button.

What Barrett said when the cock was fully inside him: "Ow! That was way
bigger than I thought it would be. Go really slow, okay?"

What Mr. Wellington said when he came: "Is this slow enough for you,
Barrett?" Then he purposely sped up, grunted like a rich old Republican,
and popped the boy with a shot of jizz squigglers so deep that Barrett
squeaked twice and make a little "o" shape with his lips.

Total raised for children's charities:
From Barrett's somewhat-disappointed sniffers: $3,000.
From the winning bidder and whine taster, Mr. Charles Baker Wellington III: $3,600.
Grand total for Barrett, who was clean but too vanilla: $6,600.

Not what we had hoped from young Barrett, but a valiant effort and a hole
so clean you could eat your lunch from it. We'll ripen him up a bit for
next year and see if we can increase his cachet. In the meantime, let's
have some polite applause for a very nice try from a very nice boy. Thank
you, Barrett!

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Boy #3. Pwince.

"Oh, good heavens gentlemen, do I have an unexpected treat for you this
evening! A treat to beat all treats! Next up for bids, gentlemen, in at the
wire and ready to go – we weren't sure we could procure him for you this
evening – but miracle of miracles, gentlemen, here he is in the flesh,
from the popular stories "Doggie Sniffers" and "Pwince is Pwegnant," yes,
gentleman – we give you perky and imaginative little 7-year-old Dominic
– Dommie for short – but more famously known as that sniffable scamp
of true boy-butt royalty -- Pwince!  ((A murmer of eager approval ripples
through the crowd)).  Gentlemen, before you bid, you'll remember Pwince has
been sniffed and fingered and fully deflowered by his best friend Jackson,
and then by Jackson's older brother Casey. You'll remember, gentlemen,
Pwince told teenage Casey to "just give him 50%" of his cock at first,
because Casey's cock was far too big. But by the time they got going,
Pwince was happily babbling, "Let's go to 100! I think I can do 100!"
Gentlemen, loosen your belts and unleash your wallets. Let's have order on
the way to the sniffing line, gentlemen! Order, I say! No pushing! No
shoving! Come now, gentlemen. You'll all get your turn! Then we'll start
the bidding for delicious, ripe Pwince!

Number of Sniffers: 17. Pwince exceeded all expectations. $8,500 was raised
from his initial sniffers alone!

Bouquet: Firm and majestic. A cornucopia of fruit and french dressing with
a lingering side note of knotty pine. All who paid for their turn at
Pwince's back door would have paid twice their $500, nay! Thrice their
$500! just to have one more minute in that fragrant little hiney. Cock, the
scent of cinnamon sugar. Balls, the scent of boyhood and magic. Ass, the
scent of crisp buttered heaven. Strong and confident. A dynamic fullness of
character. Perfectly pronounced and a lingering lungful, that lasting,
sweet buffet at the back door of little Pwince. The year's clear
award-winner. The kind of ass you sniff at the country club and go home
immediately and write your mother about. Marvelous!

Winning Bid for a Taste: A staggering $12,000 paid by Julian Sasha Winters,
a young and successful new avant-garde artist whose sculptures have
appeared in major galleries all over the world. At 26, Julian is the club's
youngest millionaire, and as a fan of the Pwince stories, he couldn't wait
to get a taste of Pwince's sweet behind he'd read and masturbated over so
many times.

Flavor: Oh God in Heaven, how can we find words? Two mere stories do not do
this little boy justice. I'm so glad we're giving him a cameo in this
one. As Julian licked him, he was overcome by emotion and the deep desire
to cry real tears. Pwince was giggling and happy through the whole five
minutes. His penis was sweet like cotton candy. His balls were nutty, like
cashews and sweet and sour sauce. And his tiny little starfish, oh God, oh
God, it made Julian whine, not Pwince. It was the beginning and the end,
the moon and the stars. It tasted like popsicles and fresh-mowed grass and
kettle corn. Julian actually moaned and whimpered out loud as he ate
Pwince's sweet little hole, much to the joy, reverence and silent attention
of every man in the room who watched on the big screen and tried not to cum
in his own boner-stretched trousers at the view.

Outcome: There was no way in the world Julian was going to pass up a full
night with Pwince. No way in the world. He gladly quadrupled his already
insanely-high bid. 12-24-36, good Lord, $48,000 for a night with this
living, breathing, butt-pulsing masterpiece. Good night, sweet Pwince!
Julian needed to have him. Required it. Could not imagine living without
it. He took Pwince to the penthouse. Put on soft music. Lit candles. Lifted
him up and danced with him sweetly under the stars. Laid him down gently on
the bed. Slowly undressed him and kissed his little body, inch by beautiful
inch. Sucked him tenderly. Fingered and licked him. Had Pwince finger and
lick him back. Lifted him up on his hands and knees. Buried his
nose. Played doggie sniffers, just like in the story. Then licked him
tenderly. Licked and lapped and relaxed his sweet sphincters. Then with all
the kindness a gentleman can muster, lubed his penis and entered him
tenderly, held him in his arms and rocked him slowly, sliding his mancock
in and out, back and forth until he was shaking with fulfilment and
desire. Until he couldn't hold back any longer and filled sweet Pwince with
a buttload of cum. One of five loads that night. Five loads for Pwince.

What Pwince said right before Julian entered him: He looked up with wide
innocent eyes and whispered softly, "Are you gonna do the F-word in my
A-Hole?"

What Julian said when he came in him the first time: "I love you, Dommie. I
love you, Pwince." He whispered it right in his ear as he filled him with
fluid and tenderness. Pwince hugged him as tight as he could and closed his
eyes and smiled.

Total raised for children's charities:
From Pwince's manic butt-sniffers: $8,500
From the winning bidder and whine taster, Julian Sasha Winters: $48,000
Grand total for Pwince: $56,500

A new record-breaker for our club and for our firm. Never before has a
boy's fragrant bottom been so richly coveted and generously rewarded with
dollars and sperm. Well done, Pwince. I'm sure we'll visit you again –
soon – very soon.

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Boy #4. Kieran.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen. From the popular "Everybody Meet" series, I'm
pleased to open the bidding for 14-year-old Kieran. Kieran is a big boy,
gentlemen, in every big-boy sense of the word, so don't be shy. Step right
up. You can be a little rougher with this one, gents. You'll remember, in
his literary deflowering, he actually grabbed his first man by the hips and
the butt cheeks in order to pull him in deeper and faster, while making,
let's see, where did I put that description of the noises he made? Oh
yes. Here it is. "Hot little boygrowls. Sweet treble fucknotes." Oh,
gentlemen, gentlemen, how can you NOT place a bid on a ripe and ready
teenage dream like that? His heart is laid bare and his legs are wide open!
From "Everybody Meet Kieran," gentlemen, please place your bids on Kieran!"

Number of Sniffers: 10

Bouquet: Bosc pear with a hint of albacore tuna. Almost vaginal in nature,
much to the delight of his winning bidder.

Winning Bid for a Taste: $2,200 from Big Jim Graves, owner and manager of
Scooter's, the last independent grocery store in town.

Flavor: Rich and ripe with the sweet, salty, little girl tuna flavor Big
Jim was hoping for.

Outcome: Big Jim took out a wallet thicker than Grandpa's cock and laid
$8,800 cash on the stage on the spot, and without so much as a word, picked
up Kieren under one beefy arm, and carried him out to the limo, pants still
missing and the crowd going wild. Didn't even talk to him in the limo. Just
started at him, rubbing his own big cock. Kieran may have gulped a little
when he saw the size of it under the fabric. When they got to the Carlton
Towers, Big Jim grunted, "Here, wrap a blanket around yourself kid," and
wasted no time checking him in and getting him up to the penthouse in the
elevator.

No foreplay was needed. Big Jim was ready. He pushed Kieran down on the
bed, spat on his cock and said, "get ready."

Kieran, for his part, was excited as hell. He'd never been manhandled this
way and he kind of liked it. He was ass-up and begging for a filler-up in
no time, kind of wiggling his sweet little hiney back and forth, hoping Big
Jim would hurry up and zero in. (Which Big Jim did with gusto). His
anticipated size did not disappoint. Kieran actually peeped a little when
Big Jim slid it home.

And the joke was on Kieran, because Big Jim definitely wasn't thinking
about boy sex. The whole time he fucked the accommodating and talented
teen, he thought of his own daughter Jenny, 12, who was sleeping peacefully
at home right now, the sweet little daughter he'd never so much as
touched. Tonight as he was grunting and thrusting, twisting and prodding
his cock in and out of Kieran's happy guts, the part of young Jenny was
definitely being played by Kieran.

What boy said: "Nnngh, nnngh," in time with the thrusting.

What bidder said when he came: "Oh, Jenny. Sweet baby. Daddy's going to cum
in your pussy now, sweet baby. Shhh, it's okay, baby.  Here comes daddy's
juice now, honey. Open up your pussy for me, sweetheart. Here comes Daddy's
babies. NNNNGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!"

Total raised for children's charities:
From Kieran's tuna-scented sniffers: $5,000
From the winning bidder and whine taster, Big Jim Graves: $8,800
Grand total for Kieran: $13,800

Kieran's a good boy, everybody. (And apparently sometimes, a fairly decent
girl).

Everybody meet Kieran.

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Boy #5. Mason.

"Now, gentlemen, next up on the bidding block, I truly have a tasty treat
for your horny, hungry tongues and noses. Young Mason hails from Corpus
Christi and we flew him in special to be with us tonight. Our
discriminating bidders will remember his hot hotel debut as "Handjob #5" in
"The Best Little Handjobs in Texas," and what a romp that turned out to be!
You'll remember Mason as the 10-year-old scamp who uttered such erotic
niceties as "Whoa! Look at it go!" and "Oooh, I really like that finger
part." And now's your chance to find out why! Gentlemen, $500 buys you a
sniff, and winning bidder gets a full-out taste and an option to spend the
evening with lovely young Mason!"

Number of Sniffers: 12

Bouquet: Milk chocolate and tropical fruit. Mason uses coconut mango body
bath and sometimes his butthole smells just like a trip to the islands. It
also smelled just a teeny bit gassy tonight, because Mason has a small
lactose-intolerance thing that goes on sometimes, particularly when he's
excited, which believe me, tonight he is.

Winning Bid for a Taste: $2,000 from Mason's own 4th grade English teacher,
Seth Keller, who wasn't even a member of the club, but came in on a guest
pass. According to the rules, each member is entitled to bring one guest to
the annual Whine Tasting, and Seth was able to sneak in on the coat tails
of Big Jim Graves who used to fuck Seth himself when Seth was just a quiet
bookworm boy who lived next door and bagged groceries at Scooter's part
time after school. Now Seth is fresh back from college, he's a young,
idealistic English teacher of 24, and he's been in love with Mason since
school started in the fall, wanting desperately to give back some of the
anal loving he received when he was a boy.

Flavor: Hershey's Kisses and a small piece of banana, both of which Mason
was poking up his ass backstage before he came out. Seth didn't mind. He
licked them happily and whispered, "I love you, Mason. I want tonight to be
really special, okay?"

Outcome: Of course, Seth had to pay. With a cash advance on his credit
card, the complete emptying of his savings account, and the rest of the
money borrowed from his rich grandmother, who promised not to tell his mom,
Seth came up with the $8,000 required to spend the night with Mason.

It really was a magical night. First they danced and they read to each
other. Seth read parts of "The Little Prince" that made him cry, and Mason
read poems by Shel Silverstein to cheer him back up again. And then shortly
after 10 pm, they fell into each other's arms, kissing and giggling and
cuddling on the bed.

It didn't take long until Mason was bravely going down on Seth's slender
penis, which was just the right size for boy-loving. He only gagged twice
until he got into the swing of thing, found his rhythm and delivered a
beautiful blowjob which he swallowed happily with no trouble at all.

Seth rolled him over and ate his ass sweetly and deeply. The boy begged for
a finger and he was happy to comply.

"I think you should try to fuck me now," Mason whispered.

And Seth, with a kiss on his forehead, in awe of his beauty, slowly slid
into him and made love to him slowly. His penis went in like a tightly
lubricated fight against gravity. There was resistance at first. A tiny
whimper of nervous and scared, but within seconds, Mason was sighing
happily and contentedly while his teacher took him to a magic new part of
his childhood.

What Mason said while Seth fucked him: "Why didn't we do this all along,
Mr. Keller? This feels really, really nice."

What Seth said when he came: "You're everything to me, Mason. You're my
beautiful, beautiful everything." You'd think Seth would have told the boy
to call him Seth when they were being so intimate, but he didn't. He liked
to hear Mason call him Mr. Keller as he filled his tight, slippery rectum
with a school-year's full of pent-up, gentle, Mason-loving cum.

Total raised for children's charities:
From Mason's innocence-craving sniffers: $6,000
From the winning bidder and whine taster, Mr. Seth Keller: $8,000
Grand total for Mason: $14,000

Nicely done, Mason! You're probably also going to get an "A" this semester.

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Boy #6. Davey.

"Next up, gentlemen, we have a true auction house rarity. Please clap your
hands and stomp your pricks for the one-and-only, boyishly-pervy Davey!
That's right, gentlemen, in a presto-chango flip of the wrist you so seldom
see in online erotica, we bring to our stage the incomparable Davey – a
true work in progress – since he's still being written about in his own
brand new chapter story, which isn't even finished yet, called "Memphis
Boy!" Gentlemen, gentlemen, don't be shy. Let's place those bids! You may
never have an opportunity like this again. First of all, Davey is a horny
little scamp! He sits naked in bathroom stalls at the mall without a stitch
of clothing on, shoving his finger up his ass! He does the same with
Twizzlers, gentlemen, TWIZZLERS at the movie theater! And best of all
gentlemen – and here's what makes Davey so incredibly unique – he
hasn't even been screwed in his own chapter series yet! He's still, by all
literary standars, a complete virgin! And he's yours for the taking before
we plow him publically in "Memphis Boy" Chapter 5!  So, step right up and
sniff him fast, gentlemen. A boy like Davey won't last long! He's got a
brand new boyhole to fill, and he's just waiting to see which of you lucky
gentlemen will bid enough to sniff and taste and fill him first!

Number of Sniffers: 16

Bouquet: Sweet and sour, reminiscent of candy. Must be the Twizzlers, I'd
guess. Fresh and boyish and a little bit sweaty, because Davey plays sports
and sometimes the sweat drips down from his balls and his taint and lands
in his little sweet honey hole. Just a sweaty-good boy. Sweet and candylike
and 12-year-old fresh.

Winning Bid for a Taste: $3,500 from Zachary Blake, author.

Flavor: Geez, you mean you haven't read "Memphis Boy" yet? I swear, I have
to cut and paste everything for you people. It was "sour and sweet –
earthy and strong – bitter and ripe – danger and candy – like
tangy vinegar – like clay in the soil – like a piece of ass candy –
like a sweet Jolly Rancher, cherry and new, melting down your tongue,
filling your senses, making you crazy, making you shake inside, making you
want to lick him harder, making you want to taste him more and more and
more and more. That's the kind of taste he had. The kind you could eat all
day and cry because you still didn't get enough." In other words, pretty
good.

Outcome: Yeah, I'm sorry I had to ruin it for you and bid on my own
merchandise. And believe me, I'm really sorry I had to fork out $14,000 to
take him to the Carlton Towers. And as for what we did there? That's for me
to know and you to find out. But rest assured I didn't do him up the butt
yet. That won't happen until Memphis Boy Chapter 5. Share in the pain of my
blue balls, boys. You're gonna have to wait right along side of me.

What Davey said when I gave him his sparkles: "That was a good one! That
one made me feel like butterflies in my balls."

What I said when I came in his mouth: "Don't swallow this one, baby. I want
to watch you poke it up your butt instead."

"Kay," he said blushing, and he kept it in his mouth.

Total raised for children's charities:
From Davey's discriminating sniffers, including yours truly: $8,000
From the winning bidder and whine taster, me: $14,000. Ugh. That's going to
look bad on the Visa bill.
Grand total for Davey, who is still technically a virgin: $22,000.

See you soon, Davey. You know what's coming, baby. Keep practicing at home.

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Boy #7. Benny.

"And gentlemen, before we close our annual Whine Tasting, we take you back
to where it all began in June of this year, where truly, sincerely, "It
Started With His Undies." Oh, the sweet tail of beautiful little
Benny. You'll remember his Daddy just couldn't keep his nose to himself,
and his undie sniffing fetish soon bloomed into full-out love for his
little boy's honey-hole in the most carnally delicious ways imaginable. The
first time Daddy did him, gentlemen, you'll remember Benny begged in a
sweet little voice, "I want to say swears, Daddy. I want to say lots of
swears." And he DID, bless him! He did! Gentlemen, it really did start with
his undies, and now from that long-ago series to our stage here tonight,
please welcome the almost-legendary Benny!"

Number of Sniffers: 12

Bouquet: How did Benny's daddy describe it in the story, gents? Let's flash
back and remember: "Oh, fuck. This was hot. I took my finger out to lube it
up a little better. Before I did, I brought it up to my nose and sniffed
it. Ambrosia. His musky little ass smell filled my senses. Not exactly
sour, not exactly sweet, just perfectly, naturally boy. It was like light
Colby cheese, or cottage cheese, or something good and unidentifiable,
slightly tangy and warm. Wild and comforting at the very same time. I
touched it to my tongue. I sucked my finger. Sweet little ass taste. I
think I moaned then. Wouldn't be the last time."

Winning Bid for a Taste: $5,000 from Dr. Will Bradley, local
cardiologist. Where there's a Will, there's a way.

Flavor: Again, we turn to the text. "I was immediately greeted with the
taste of salt. It was a warm night, his crack was sweaty from the close
physical contact. It was like salt water mixed with ginger mixed with the
lingering perfume of a baby wipe." Dr. Bradley was very pleased.

Outcome: Dr. Bradley of course paid the full quadruple upcharge to have
Benny to himself for one full night, and every man in the club was
delighted for him, because after all, what was a mere $20,000 when it would
allow him to fulfill his secret fantasy: an extended sniff of Benny's most
sacred place. His most private treasure. Dr. Bradley sniffed it for a full
hour before Benny took the lead and guided the doctor's hard, leaking cock
head into the slippery sweet depths of his hungry little boy bottom. The
two rocked on the bed in sweet unison until shaking and joyful, Dr. Bradley
unleashed his baby-makers into Benny's slippery-sweet chute. And they did
it again two more times that night, stopping for laughter and love and
long, leisurely sniffs in between.

What boy said: "You're so weird, Dr. B. I don't get the whole sniffing
thing, but whatever. You paid. So, whatever makes you happy."

What Dr. B said when he came: "You don't have to understand it, Benny. Just
hold still, baby. Because here it comes again."

Total raised for children's charities:
From Benny's nostalgic fans: $6,000
From the winning bidder and whine taster, Dr. Will Bradley: $20,000
Grand total for Benny: $26,000

Thanks, Benny. Thanks for the memories.

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Total raised this evening: $149,300.

"Gentlemen, that concludes this year's Third Annual Charity Whine Tasting,
sponsored by the firm of Whimper & Whine and your friends here at the
exclusive Tight Bottom Country Club. See you next year, and until then,
keep those palates wet, those nostrils sniffing, and those tongues
ever-tasting the finest whines the boyworld has to offer! Goodnight!"

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Author's Note:

All of the boys featured in tonight's Whine Tasting already have their own
solo stories right here in this archive, and I invite you to take a longer, more refreshing sip of any and all. Why, some of them are even old enough to leave a very lovely taste in your mouth!

To sample more of Fiji, drink deeply from:
"Pretend I'm Asleep"

To let more of Barrett's bubbles tickle your nose, slip into:
"Barrett in the Bathtub"

To wet your palate with Pwince, smell the bouquet of:
"Doggie Sniffers"
"Pwince is Pwegnant"

To take a longer sip of Kieran, gulp down:
"Everybody Meet Kieran"

To appreciate the boyish buoyancy of Mason, shake hands with boy #5 in:
"Best Little Handjobs in Texas"

To dance barefoot in the bathroom with kinky little Davey, raise a toast to:
"Memphis Boy"

And to go back to where it all started with beautiful Benny, breathe in:
"It Started With His Undies"

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Love,
Zachyboy
z.blake@mail.com