Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2002 16:53:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Butt Sniffer (Raunch, Scat, Incest)

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with subject matter intended for adults over
the age of eighteen.  If graphic, sexual scenes involving consenting
males engaging in acts of raunch, scat and incest are offensive to you,
or if you are under legal age, STOP HERE!

Butt Sniffer
by Rim4you

Prologue

I discovered that funky aroma, quite by accident, one August night.  I
was twelve years old and accustomed, after my Dad and brothers, Jeff and
Brad, to sleeping in my underwear.

Alone in the bedroom I shared with my older brother, Brad, an itchy butt
led me to slip my hand down the back of my briefs for a scratch.  My
butt trench was warm and sweaty with the first tell-tale signs of
sprouting hairs.  I traced the itch to the area surrounding my asshole.
Here the moisture was much more prevalent.

I rubbed my finger, soothing the itch, over my asslips and perceived a
tingling sensation that seemed to electrify my entire body which in turn
made my young cock spring to life.

Protected by the cover of night and the bed covers, lying on my side, I
began rubbing my crotch against the mattress, all the while swirling my
finger over my damp, almost panting butthole.

The tingling sensations became more focused on my asshole as I began,
cautiously at first, to probe the tight oriface.  With each gentle jab,
my cock jerked and throbbed and I could feel the sticky fluid oozing out
of my pisshole and wetting the front of my briefs.

As I thrashed about on the bed, caught up in the heat of the moment,
before I realized what I was doing, I perceived a ripe, tart, funky
odor.  Peering through the half open slits of my eyes I could see that
the finger which had just soothed the itch in my butt was but inches
away from my now flaring nostrils sending its noxious fumes right up my
nasal passage.

My breaths became short and raspy and as my brain registered the aroma,
my cock throbbed more and more.  I could feel it twitch and jerk each
time I inhaled as the stink of my butthole shot up my nose.

To my relief, the smell did not repulse me but seemed to deepen the
sexual feelings stirring within me.  Becoming bolder I passed my funky
digit back and forth under my nose and savored the sexy aroma.  The more
I sniffed and breathed in the stench of my butt, the more aroused I
became.

I discovered my asshole that night and the erotic scent it produced.  In
the nights that followed I was to discover more than I had bargained
for.

Chapter 1

"Lights out, guys!"  Dad said, standing in the doorway to the room that
Brad, my sixteen year old brother, and I shared.  Jeff, my oldest
brother, at eighteen had the luxury of his own room all to himself which
Brad was sizing up as Jeff would be leaving soon for the Navy.

"But Dad!"  Brad protested.  "It's only ..."

"One o'clock in the morning!"  Dad quirked.

"Is it that late?"

"Uh-huh.  Sure is."

Brad and I were engaged in a game of Monopoly.  I was winning and Brad
was not one to concede victory.

"Did you boys have your showers tonight? Or should I say, last night?"
Dad chuckled.

"Nope."  Brad responded.  "And neither has Tommy."

"You want us to take a shower now, Dad?  At one o'clock in the morning?"

"And wake up the whole house?"  Dad replied.  "Hell no, Tommy!  But you
boys hit the showers first thing in the morning."

"But it is morning, Dad!"  Brad said, laughing.

"Smart ass!"  Dad replied.  "Now go to bed.  Both of you!"

As I curled up in bed and drew the covers up around my neck, the thought
that Brad hadn't showered sent goose bumps up and down my spine and I
wondered what my brother's butt would smell like.

Chapter 2

Brad took after my Dad in more ways than one.  At sixteen he stood six
feet tall.  His wavy, light brown hair, sparkling green eyes and winning
smile, not to mention his taut, muscular body made him quite a popular
guy among the girls at school.  Albeit some of the guys too took an
interest in my brother and not just to admire him for his atheletic
prowess in which he excelled.  Dad and Brad were like two peas in a pod.

"Tommy, you asleep?"  Brad whispered.

I faked being in dreamland with a soft snore ignoring Brad.  After much
effort I had come to realize that that was Brad's que which, if I gave
no response, he'd feel it safe to jack off.  How lame brain can big
brothers be!

Turning onto my side, facing him, I muttered a barely inaudible
"goodnight Brad" and continued my fake snoring.  Then I waited.

It wasn't long before I heard the familiar sound of Brad's raspy
breathing and the slippery, wet sound of flesh to flesh contact.  My
brother was masturbating.

I squinted my eyes and fixed my gaze towards the bed opposite mine.  In
the faint light I could see Brad, lying on his back, the blanket askew
around his knees. His shoulders appeared to be pinned to the mattress
with his muscular chest thrust upward and his back slightly arched.

He had tugged his briefs down around his beefy thighs.  In one hand he
clenched his rock hard, hefty cock.  His fingers curled around the
thick, veiny shaft as he pumped his cock.

"Fuck!  Fuck ... aaahhh Coach!"  Brad whispered.

My brother's faint sighs and moans captured my curiousity.  Brad was
usually silent while jacking off but on this particular night it seemed
that his fantasy was taking complete hold of him and to my surprise, it
wasn't about some phantom woman with big tits and a dripping twat.

Brad had definitely whispered 'Coach.'  And I knew Coach Warner, who
coached Brad's football team and who had himself played for the Miami
Dolphins, was one hunk of a man.  He was all man.

"Fuck me!  Fuck me, Coach!"  Brad sighed.  Almost whimpered as he
continued to beat his meat.  "Fuck the shit outta me, man!"

My dick sprang into action.  Like Brad's, it was rock hard and dripping
and, like my brother, my asshole was twitching.  Slowly.  Silently, I
slid my hand down the back of my briefs.  Once more I was greeted by the
warmth and dampness of my butt trench and the fuzzy hairs lining my
buttcrack.

My finger hit the bullseye.  My asshole.  I swirled my finger over my
puckering hole before probing its juicy depths.  Like Brad, my breaths
became short and raspy.  As I sunk my finger deeper and deeper into my
anal cavity, I could feel the pasty goo within.  I scraped my finger
along the wall of my bowels knowing full well of what I was touching and
the ultimate stink that would be deposited on my finger.

Brad was now in a steady rhythym.  His hand flying up and down his rigid
shaft.  His hips bucking.  Likewise I was grinding my crotch into the
mattress while I finger fucked my asshole.  As Brad's hand flew up and
down his cock, I pistoned my finger in and out of my ass feeling my butt
slime oozing out of my asshole.

For a brief moment I wondered how the inside of my briefs looked like
knowing that my butt sludge was staining it and the look on my Mom's
face as she tossed it into the washer, shaking her head in surprise and
disgust at her youngest son's lack of impeccable hygine.

All thoughts failed me as I watched Brad's body tense up and a fountain
of cum came spewing out of his cock, splattering all over his chest
which, after his ejaculation had subsided, he rubbed his creamy spooge
all over his heaving chest and into his armpits before rolling onto his
stomach and panting himself to sleep.

Chapter 3

My cock jerked and throbbed with excitement.  I could feel that the
front of my briefs was made wet and sticky from my oozing prick.

Slowly, I withdrew my finger from my asshole and perceived, by way of a
juicy fart, a moist warmth spreading between my asscheeks.  Bringing my
finger up and under my nose, I took in a deep breath.  The familiar
stench wafted up my nostrils and my cock twitched in approval.  But this
time the aroma was more pungent.  Stronger.  Much riper.

As I gazed down at my finger I could see that it was coated in a brown
paste.  My shit!  The sharp, raw stink of my slop chute curled up my
quivering nostrils.  And as I sniffed and turned on to my stink, I gazed
at Brad who had fallen into a deep slumber.  The full, ample, muscular
cheeks of his ass so recently fucked, if only in fantasy by Coach
Warner, seemed to beackon me and lure me towards my brother.

"Brad!"  I whispered.

Now who was the lame brain brother?  But like my brother I was being
driven by a raging cock and the stink swirling up my nostrils.

Pulling the bed covers back, I sat up.  With my finger under my nose,
inhaling my buttstink, almost as if in a trance of lust and desire, I
swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up.

The front of my briefs tented outward from my stiff dick.  I smiled as I
tugged my briefs down and stepped out of them.  As my cock sprang free,
I ran my hand once more down my warm, sweaty buttcrack.  Only now, as I
passed my finger through the fuzzy hairs, I could feel the pasty goo
that my hole had farted out and soiled my asstrench with.

Slowly, I walked towards Brad's bed.  All the while running my finger up
and down the crack of my filthy ass.  Approaching Brad's bed, I gazed
down at his upturned ass.  Clearly visible was the forest of hair that
sprung from his trench.

All that I could think of as I stared at Brad's ass, his briefs still
hugging his calves below the knees, knowing that he hadn't showered, was
what and how his ass smelled like.

I wasn't driven, at least at that moment, of what my brother's ass would
taste like or what it would feel like to fuck him.  Only the thought of
his butt funk filled my mind and stirred my emotions as I sunk to my
knees beside his bed and contemplated my next move.

I was mesmerized by the creamy whiteness of his flesh and the full
mounds of his ass.  I stared at the thick growth of hair that lined his
asscrack and pondered what scent lingered upon each dark colored shaft.

Brad stirred in his sleep bending his knee upwards towards his chest,
thus tugging his briefs further down and, to my delight, spreading his
buttcheeks further apart revealing his asshole amidst the forest of
swirling hair.

I rocked back and forth on my quaking knees as I gazed upon the oriface
that earlier, in his fantasies, had received Coach Warner's cock.

"Bradley!"  I whispered, calling my brother by his colloquial, family
name and brushing my lips against his warm flesh.

"Bradley!  Bradley!"  I murmerred, as I boldly traced the curvature of
his ass with my lips as I swept my mouth over his butt and paused,
saliva dripping from my lips, over the small of his back and stared
downwards into his hairy crevice.

As I lingered there, my cock throbbing and dripping, the first subtle,
faint fumes of my brother's butt began to waft up my nose.

"Fuck!"  I sighed, as I laid my head down gently on Brad's ass.  "I can
smell your stink!"  I panted.

Brad stirred, as if almost thrusting his ass upward.  I froze.  Now
what?

My hard cock oozed its slimey thread of pre-cum onto the floor,
throbbing and jerking wildly.  I gathered all of my strength not to cum
as the first traces of Brad's stink curled up my nose.

I savored its faint pungence as my nostrils flared and I pressed my nose
into his fragrant butt trench.  Amidst the funky smelling hairs which I
sucked into my nostrils, inch by creeping inch, the ripe odor getting
stronger and stronger, I dragged my nose down the warm, sweaty, ripe
valley of my brother's ass until I found my nostrils rubbing against the
damp orifice of Brad's asshole and a powerful, overwhelming stench
shooting up my nose.

"Fucking stink!"  I panted, losing control and burying my nose into
Brad's puckered rosebud.

"Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!"  Brad sighed, softly, bucking his ass back.

I was too far gone to care.  I was high on Brad's stink to comprehend
the situation.

"Smell it!  Smell my dirty stinkhole!"  Brad began to hiss, drousy with
sleep.  "Fuckin' smell my filthy cunt!"

All cares aside, the deeper I buried my nose into Brad's gaping asshole,
snorting like a wanton pig, the more Brad began to buck and churn his
smelly butt onto my face.

Heaving myself onto Brad's bed, I straddled his back, my face buried
deep into his rank butt with my feet towards his face.

"Smell my dirty hole, Tommy!"  Brad hissed, as he sucked my big toe into
his mouth and slurpped away hungrily.  "Yeah!  Smell my stink cunt,
man!"

I rubbed my nose and face over Brad's moist, raunchy asslips, working
his stink onto me.

"You like the way my ass stinks, don't you, fucker?"  Brad moaned, as he
licked the toe jam from between my toes.

"Fuck, yeah!"  I groaned, taking deep whiffs.

"Yeah!  Fucking smell my jock hole, little brother!  Smell my fucking
stink!"

"Smells so good!"  I panted, rubbing my dripping cock against his back
and burying my sniffing nose into his gaping butthole.

"Yeah!  What's it smell like back there, little buddy?  Talk to me,
man!"

"It stinks, Bradley!"  I hissed.

"How stink, Tommy?"

"It smells shitty!"

"You like that smell, don't you?"

"Yes!"  I quirked.

"Fucking makes your dick nice and hard, dosen't it?"

"Yes!"

"It's all yours, buddy!"  Brad moaned.  "My fucking, stink jockhole is
all yours!"

As I sniffed Brad's butt I splayed his cheeks apart to further open up
his already gaping asshole.

"Play with my stinkhole, Tommy!  Eat my ass, man!  Taste my stink!"

"I dunno, Bradley!"

"You can do it, Tommy.  You like my stink don't you?"

"Yes!"

"It's turning you on, isn't it?  I can feel your hard cock dripping on
my back.  Swipe your tongue on my asshole and get a taste of my stink."

"Fuck!  Fuck!"  I groaned, plunging my tongue into Brad's butthole.

"Yeah!  Taste my fucking stink, man!"  Brad sighed.  "Eat my dirty
fuckhole, Tommy!  Eat it!"

I swirled my tongue over Brad's juicy, smelly asslips and tasted, for
the first time, asshole.  I gathered my brother wasn't all too clean as
a funky, bland, somewhat bitter taste filled my mouth.

"How's it taste back there?  As good as it smells?"

"Oh fuck!"  I gasped, heaving my body up and swirling my tongue over my
lips.

"Stink taste good?"

"Ah fuck!  Fuck!"  I groaned, flicking my tongue, like a snake, over my
lips and savoring the stink from Brad's asshole.

"I think he likes it!"  A familiar voice quirked.

I opened my eyes and gazed straight ahead.

"Come on, butt sniffer!  Smell this!"

"Fuck yeah!  Fuck yeah, man!"  Brad hissed, as I sunk two fingers up his
jockhole.

"Taste my stink, Tommy!"

The familiar voice seemed to echo, although but a whisper, in the room,
as I stared ahead and put the voice to a person.

Standing at the foot of Brad's bed was Jeff, my oldest brother.  He was
completely naked and hunched over.  Grasping his ample buttcheeks in his
hands and spreading them apart, like Brad he revealed his gaping
asshole.  Only his hole had an added treat.  Following a juicy fart, his
asslips flared and puckered open and protruding from his shithole was a
knotty, smelly turd.

"Smell your brother's stink!"

"Huh?"  I gasped.

"Yeah, fucker!  Smell Jeff's turd.  I know it's what you're digging for
up Brad's stinking fuckhole!"

"Come on, fucker!"  Jeff coxed.  "Smell and taste my stink the way you
did Bradley."

"Do it!"  Dad hissed, placing his hand under his ass and farting a
smelly turd into the palm of his hand which he proceded to smear over
his dick.

As I sniffed and sucked at the turd sliding out of Jeff's asshole and
dug for turd out of Brad's hole, Dad smiled and aiming his shit covered,
stink cock at the three of us, he sprayed and marked us with his piss.

For a guy who had discovered the pleasure of stink butt, I was on my way
to becoming a true butt sniffer.

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