Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2002 11:47:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Butt Sniffer - Part 6  (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 - Part 6
by Rim4you

Part 6
More Cabin Fever

Chapter 1

Dad had more tricks up his sleeve.  Or should I say, up his butt?  After
our group session out on the hiking trail and we had returned to the
cabin, Brad and I watched curiously as he placed two ice chests by the
fireplace.

"Listen up, guys."  Dad said, as the four of us gathered around.  "The
blue one is for shit.  The red one is for piss."

"But we do have a toilet, Dad."  Jeff remarked.

"Yeah!"  I snickered.  "Your mouth!"

"We've got several toilets around here from the looks of it."  Brad
added, with a laugh.

"Here's the deal, guys."  Dad continued.  "I thought we'd have ourselves
a nice pig fest on Saturday night.  So I figured we'd store our goods
until then so we'd have alot of shit and piss to wallow in.  With five
of us and Saturday being two days off ..."

"Our own sewer pit!"  I said.  "Great idea, Dad.  I take it we don't
wipe our butts either?"

"You got it, son.  Our butts stay nice and ripe and nobody showers.
Agreed?"

"But what if we wanna have some fun beforehand, Dad?"  Brad asked.

"You'll have to do it the old fashioned way, Bradley."

"What's that, Dad?"  Brad continued.

"Jack off or have vanilla sex!  Remember what that was like, Bradley?"
Dad responded, with a chuckle.  "The point is a good scat party has got
to be planned ahead of time.  Know what I mean?  And besides, I have
some ideas I think you boys would enjoy."

"Sounds like a plan to me, Mike."  Alex said, lifting the lid of the red
ice chest up and whipping out his dick, proceded to take a nice, long
piss.

"Oh man!"  I moaned, smacking my lips.

"Uh-uh-uh!"  Alex chuckled, looking over his shoulders at me.  "You
heard what your Daddy said, Tommy.  This juice has gotta ferment and
ripen!  You can look but you can't drink!"

"Knowing Tommy,"  Jeff laughed, "he'll be sneaking in here for a
midnight snack!"

"No I won't, Jeffery!"  I protested.  "A little sniff perhaps?"

We all cracked up laughing and headed back outside to get the steaks on
the grill and have some chow.

"Eat big.  Shit big!"  Dad quirked, as he placed the juicy t-bones on
the sizzling grill.

Chapter 2

I had often turned the idea over in my mind of shitting in an empty
coffee can and saving it, storing it away for future use.  About as far
as that went was Brad and I not flushing the toilet in the bathroom we
shared and then giving one another shit rubdowns in the shower.

That was always erotic.  Scooping up a handful of shit out of the toilet
and into the palm of my hand.  Feeling its slime in my hand and inhaling
its powerful stench as I held it up, like a gift, to my brother and
watching the expression of pure lust spread over his face as he sniffed
the stinky sludge, always boned me up.

Just knowing that what I was holding in my hand was a combination of
Brad's shit and my shit, aroused me deeply as the two of us stood naked
in the shower stall, our noses inches away from the ripe turds.  Our
cocks throbbing.  Our bodies trembling.  Our breaths raspy with horny
desire.

I'd gaze at the muscled, sculpted chest of my brother, so creamy white.
His dreamy expression as he took a hit of poppers and the way he'd take
his hand with mine and together we'd smear the pungent sludge of our
butts over his chest.  It was almost ritualistic, the manner in which we
rubbed our bodies down with shit.

We'd take great care in working the reeking filth into each other's
hairy armpits.  Swirling the stink out over our chests and down to our
hard, aching cocks which twitched at one another's filthy touch.

As we added fresh shit to our dirty deed, Brad and I would then smear
our asses, dragging our hands up and down the hairy trench of the other
while we grinded our nasty crotches together and kissed each other
deeply, hungrily sucking at one another's tongues and passing spit back
and forth.

If we had a turd that was firm and knotty, we'd put it in our mouths and
suck on it together as we rubbed our filthy bodies together.

Laying down in the shower stall, we'd writhe and wallow in our filth,
greedily sucking on dirty dicks, toes and armpits.  We'd exchange the
shittiest of kisses as we shampooed one another's hair in piss and shit.
The stench that swirled up our nasal passages only drove us deeper and
deeper in our crazed lust for each other.

Wrapping our legs around one another we'd hump our dirty cocks together
groaning and panting, whispering our raunchiest desires to one another.

When we could no longer hold back the floodgates of our lust for each
other, we ejaculated hard, sending geysers of creamy cum flying into the
air and splattering down on our heaving bodies.

But there was something else Brad always did.  Something that touched me
deeply.  After we'd played and the edge of our lust had dissipated, he'd
hold me close and kiss me deeply and whisper, "thank you, Tommy.  I love
you."

I melted in Brad's strong arms everytime he did that.  It was the
crowning moment of what had transpired between us.  It was as if a seal
of approval had been stamped upon our sexual act that didn't make what
we had shared together, something dirty and nasty.  Rather, the feelings
I perceived were quite the opposite.

I began to wrestle with my emotions and feelings about Brad and I.  I
loved Brad.  How could I not?  After all, he was my brother.  But there
was something else knawing away at me.

Chapter 3

By Friday evening the ice chests were filling quite nicely.  The
fermenting odor of stale piss and rancid shit permeated the cabin
keeping all five of us in a state of horny anticipation.

I was still wrestling with my emotions.  What teenager dosen't?  I
needed someone to talk to.

"Jeffery?"

"Hey, Tommy!  What's up?"

"Can we go for a walk?  Just me and you? I need to talk to you about
something."

"Sure, Tommy."  Jeff said.  "Let's go down by the pond, okay?"

"Yeah.  Okay."  I replied.

It was a warm, beautiful evening.  One thing about being out in the
middle of nowhere is that the night sky is awesome. The stars stand out
and seem to shine more brilliantly.

"What's on your mind, Tommy?"  Jeff asked, drawing me in that familiar
way of a big brother concerned over his little brother.

"I think ... uh ... I think I've fallen in love, Jeffery."  I stammered.

"That's not a problem, Tommy.  That's a good thing."

"You don't understand, Jeffery."

As we approached the pond we sat down on the soft grass.  The crystal
clear water glistened in the moonlight.  All was still and quiet except
for a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees all around us.

"Tommy?  Help me to understand.  You know if there's a way I can help
you, I will."

"When you went and joined the Navy, Jeffery,"  I began, "at first it was
really hard on me.  It seemed that I was crying all the time because I
missed you so much."

"I know, Tommy."  Jeff said, putting his arm around me.  "It was hard on
me too.  If I had realised how all of this was going to effect you, I
could have, probably should have waited."

"No."  I replied, haning my head.  "That wouldn't have been fair to you,
Jeffery.  To hold off your dreams on account of me."

"Hey!"  Jeff said, with a tender look in his eyes.  "You're my brother
and brothers can and do make sacrifices for one another."

"I know.  But that's all in the past now, Jeffery, and now ..."

"I think you're having jitters about what the future holds for you,
Tommy.  Am I close?"

"Well, sorta.  But it's this other thing that's knawing away at me."

"You mean love?  Yeah.  That can complicate things sometimes but not all
the time."

"Well I'm fucked!"  I said, with a sigh.

"How so?  Who's the lucky guy, Tommy?"

"How do you know it's a guy, Jeffery?"  I asked, rather dumbly.

"I know you, Tommy.  It's a guy.  Well?"

"Well what?"

I was picking my way through this conversation.  My heart was racing.

"Bradley."  I whispered, in a barely audible voice.

"Huh?"  Jeff asked.

"Bradley!"  I replied, louder.

"Our Bradley?"

"Yes."

"I see."  Jeff said.

"Am I whacko, Jeffery?"

"No.  You're not, Tommy.  You're a young man with feelings and
emotions."

"It's just that ... uh ... Brad and I ... I don't know.  We have the
raunchiest sex and all and ..."

"Love isn't all about sex, Tommy."

"Oh, I know, Jeffery.  It's just that everytime Brad and I have sex, and
we just don't have sex but do things together, afterwards ... uh ... he
... he always thanks me for it and tells me that he loves me.  And when
he does that I ... oh god, Jeffery!  It makes me feel so good inside.
Understand?"

"I think I do, Tommy.  How does Bradley feel?  Have you talked to him
about this?"

"No.  I'm scared to.  What if he thinks I'm nuts?"

"He won't, Tommy.  Perhaps in his own way, Bradley is trying to convey
how he feels towards you.  Testing the ice so to speak."

"You think so, Jeffery?  When he holds me and kisses me it's all so
tender.  It's in his eyes.  I can see it."

"And you can feel it, Tommy.  Remember what I told you about Bradley a
long time ago?"

"Yes.  I do."

"And was I right?"

"Yes.  Bradley is rough and tough on the outside but inside he's gentle
and loving."

"That's our brother, Tommy.  That's our Bradley."

That night, as I crawled into the king sized bed I was sharing with Dad
and Brad and pulled the covers up, Brad rolled over and drew me into his
arms.

"I love you, Tommy."  Brad whispered, gently kissing me.  "I love you!"

"Oh Bradley!"  I sighed, wrapping my arms around my brother.  "I love
you too!"

As we kissed our hands roamed and trailed along naked flesh to throbbing
cocks and balls filled with creamy spooge and into hairy crevices ripe
with manstink.

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