Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 15:28:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: The Quest (Raunch, Scat)

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with subject matter that some readers may find
objectionable.  Therefore, if you find sexual acts between consenting
men involving raunch and scat offensive or if you are under the age of
eighteen, STOP HERE!

The Quest
by Rim4you

Prologue

Since the days of King Arthur and his tales of the Knights of the Round
Table, a quest has come to mean a journey.  A personal search of self
with a desired
object as a goal.

One is driven by an unknown force towards this goal and in doing so
discovers an awareness of self.

Looking back now, upon that period of my life when I was searching for
answers to what made me tick, I come to the conclusion that I was on a
quest.  The quest for my sexual identity.  Don't we all make such a
journey?

Chapter 1

At around the time I was twelve years old and my body was transitioning
from boy to teenager, that awkward stage of growth all boys go through,
I thought I was wierd. Even crazy perhaps.

Growing up in a household of males consisting of my Dad, a widower since
Mom's death when I was still a baby, and my older brothers, Mike and
Todd, seeing them jaunting around the house naked, their bodies in
varying degrees of muscular tone and definition, I had a glimpse of what
the outward appearance of the onslaught of my own puberty would be like.

I admired Dad's broad shoulders and chest swirling with a fine mat of
dark hair. My oldest brother, Mike, had a body as smooth as silk,
rippling with muscles from his daily workouts, that contrasted with the
forest of hair that swirled around his cock and balls.  But it was Todd
who always caught my eye and filled me with wonder.  He inherited Dad's
hairy chest and unlike Mike's pumped up body, Todd's seemed to be more
natural and what captivated me everytime I saw Todd naked was what swung
between his legs.  A long, thick tool that even Dad and Mike whistled
at, much to Todd's embarassment, whenever they saw him naked.

As Todd and I shared a room, my chances of stealing glances at him and
hearing his soft moans in the middle of the night when he thought I was
fast asleep, were more opportunistic than for Dad or Mike.

Todd was four years older than I.  Mike was eighteen and although Todd
was more conscious of his nakedness around Dad and Mike, with me he
felt much more at ease.  I guess it was because I didn't hoot, holler
and whistle whenever Todd's 'whopper,' as Dad and Mike referred to it,
flopped out.  Although it never escaped my notice whenever Todd climbed
into bed naked and through squinted eyes, feigning sleep, I'd watch my
brother in an almost nightly routine, when he was certain that I was
fast asleep, slip the covers down and taking his cock in his hand he'd
stroke himself to an explosive orgasm.  Muffling his cries of
satisfaction, I'd watch as ropes of cum ejaculated from his dick and
splatter upon his stomach.  Sometimes his cum would hit him in the face
and with my own boner straining, I'd watch as Todd swept the creamy
fluid into his mouth.

It made me wonder, desire and lust in my own way for the day when my
dick would reward me with thick ropes of cum like my brother Todd's dick
did him.

Too, it made me think that if this nightly spying upon my brother, an
invasion of his privacy, was right.  But then I rationalised that he was
doing it in the open, in my presence.  Wasn't he taking a chance that
I'd wake up and see him?  That I'd do as all little brothers do and run
off and tell?  Or was it that he was teaching me that a cock was
something that needed careful attention and was to be held, stroked and
satisfied whenever the urge arose?

From my own awakening puberty, the changes occurring with my body and
the emotions stirring within me, seeing my brother's nightly ritual,
made me wonder if my own obsession with my cock, everytime it tingled
and sprung to life at the slightest stimulation, was wrong?

Seeing the way Todd, almost lovingly caress his 'whopper' made me think
otherwise.  I began to wonder if Dad and Mike loved their cocks the way
it seemed that Todd loved his?

At that tender age, my quest was beginning although I didn't realise
then, the depth that my journey would take and the onslaught of
questions that it would bring.

Chapter 2

A year had passed of my nightly surveillance of Todd.  During that year
Todd's body had taken on more definition as he had become a member of
the swim team at his high school.

I almost couldn't stand it anymore.  Seeing, watching him night after
night taking pleasure with his dick in the bed so close to mine.
Watching as he spat into the palm of his hand and curled his fingers
around his shaft and hearing his soft moans as his hand glided up and
down his rigid cock.

As I silently stiffled my own rapid breaths, lying on my stomach and
gently grinding my own aching cock against the mattress beneath me, how
I longed to roll over onto my back and, like Todd, slide the blanket
down and stroke with him.  But would he object?

My answer came one steamy, humid August night.  The muggy, Florida heat
can be, at times, unbearable.  Especially when the air conditioning in
the house was on the fritz.

"It's so fucking hot!"  Mike said, plopping down on the couch.

"What you expect?"  I replied.  "The air's out and this is Florida, not
Alaska, Mike!"

"Fuck off, Marky!"  Mike snapped.

"Lay off, Mike!"  Todd grumbled, snatching up the remote and scowling at
Mike.  "I don't hear you complaining when you're working up a sweat
lifting weights for hours on end in the garage."

"Fuck you, Todd!  You're always taking sides with Marky!"

"Dad!"  I hollered.  "Mike's being a bitch!"

Dad promptly appeared in the livingroom, hands on his hips.

"I know it's hot, guys, but the air conditioning can't be fixed until
tomorrow.  Until then, bear with it.  Mike!  Quit picking on your
brother!"

"Fuck!"  Mike hissed.  "Always Marky!"

Mike stormed out of the room but before doing so, clipped me on the side
of the head with his open hand.

"Mike!"  Dad hollered.

"It's okay, Dad."  I responded.  "Mike's just hot.  We all are."

"Mike!"  Dad persisted.

"Sorry, Squirt."  Mike said.  "I didn't mean it."

Mike's temper had a short fuse which Dad realised and always tried to
keep in check.  I rationalised that as Mike was the oldest and Dad
placed alot of responsibility on his shoulders, with Todd and I, that it
was his due to bursts of anger every now and then.  Todd and I didn't
make matters any better by egging him on.

"It'll cost you, Mike."  I said.

"For what?"  Mike replied, turning to me exasperated with Dad looking
on.

"Cussing me out and whopping me up side the head!"

"Don't be vindictive, Mark."  Dad said.  "Your brother's apologized."

"It's okay, Dad!"  Mike remarked, throwing up his hands.  "I'm used to
Marky getting his way.  What's it gonna cost me this time little
brother?"

I thought for a moment, pensive.  I had my brother by the balls so to
speak.  I knew how to wield my power as the youngest to my advantage
when the situation called for it.

"Take me for a ride on your motorcycle, Mike,"  I exclaimed, "and a
hot-fudge-sundae at Baskin-Robbins!"

"Don't bribe your brother, Mark!"  Dad replied.  "He's apologized."

"No prob, Dad!  I'm used to it.  What Marky wants, Marky gets.  It'll
backfire on him one day."

"And what about Todd?"  Dad asked.

"It's okay, Dad."  Todd replied, "I'm beat anyway.  I'm gonna turn in
for the night.  You two have fun."

"I'll call it a square deal if you throw in a round of miniture golf at
Pirate's Cove, Mike!"  I said.

"You don't give up do you?"  Mike said, with a grin.

"Nope."  I replied.

"I guess I owe you that much, Squirt!"  Mike said, more cheerfully.
"After all.  I did smack you good upside the head!  You sure you don't
want to join us, Todd?"

"Nah.  You guys go.  It's too hot to do anything tonight."

As I hopped on to Mike's prized Harley-Davidson and wrapped my arms
around his waist, my thoughts drifted to Todd and how he'd amuse himself
on this hot, humid night?

"You okay back there?"  Mike hollered, as he cranked up his bike.

"Yeah!"  I replied, as I slid into the seat behind him, my crotch
resting against his ass and my arms encircling his waist.

"Well hang on tight, little brother!"  Mike yelled, as we roared out of
the driveway and down the street.

The vibrations of the motorcycle sent tingles to my instantly rising
dick.  As I held on to my brothers' waist, my hand dropped between his
legs and pressed against his crotch. discovering that he was flagging a
hardon just like me.

"Fuck yeah!"  Mike hollered, as we barrelled down the street, thrusting
his ass back into my crotch.

Chapter 3

"I gotta admit," Mike whispered, as we mounted the stairs to our rooms,
"I had fun tonight, Marky!"

"Me too."  I responded.  "Mike ..."

"Yeah?"

"I didn't mean to pull a fast one on you in front of Dad and Todd
earlier."

"I know, Squirt.  I know I have a short temper and I don't mean to take
it out on you but no matter what I do, Todd always comes to your
rescue."

"Don't get mad about that, Mike."

"I'm not.  I'm glad that you and Todd are so tight.  Kinda wish I were."

"You are, Mike.  In your own way.  I couldn't ask for a better big
brother who ..."

"Takes the heat for alot of your shit?"

"Well ... uh ... yeah.  But you know I love you for it."

"I know, Squirt!  Don't go getting all mushy on me now."

"My name is Mark!"

"Getting too big for your britches, huh?  You'll always be Squirt to
me."

"Why's that?"

"I dunno, fartface!"  Mike said, smacking my butt.  "Guess that's
because you're my kid brother and you'll always be a pain in the ass."

"But ..."

"Shhhhh!  It's one o'clock in the morning.  If Dad knew I had you out
this late, he'd tan my hide."

"No!  He wouldn't."

"No thanks to you!"

"Mike!"

"Just teasing, Marky!  Go on to bed."

"I feel kinda bad that Todd didn't go with us, Mike."

"That was his choice, Marky.  Besides.  Two guys on a Harley is one
thing.  Three guys on a Harley ... well, that's obscene."

"Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"Todd's a good guy."

"He's the best brother we could ever hope for, Marky!  He's the
peacemaker.  The guy who always puts himself in the line of fire when we
fuck up."

"We do that alot, don't we, Mike?"

"What?"

"Fuck up?"

"Yeah.  We do, Marky.  That's because you and I are so much alike.
Todder!  He takes after Mom.  Quiet and gentle but firm and always there
when needed.  Don't ever underestimate Todd's strength. He's stronger
than you and I combined."

"Do you love him, Mike?  I mean ..."

"Of course I do.  He's my brother.  I know I'm rough around the edges
and don't show how I feel but ..."

"But what?"

"I respect him most of all.  If ever you need someone to count on,
Marky, Todder is it.  He'll never let you down.  He'll never stear you
wrong."

It was with those thoughts that I said good-night to Mike and quietly
slipped into the room I shared with my brother, Todd.

Chapter 4

As I silently closed the door behind me, the night air seemed heavy with
mugginess.  The open window did little to relieve the almost stiffling
heat.  Only the gentle breeze stirring from an electric fan seemed to
offer some respite, if any, from the heat.

As I stripped out of my clothes, preparing myself for bed, I glanced at
the slumbering figure of my brother, Todd, lying on his stomach, his
gentle snoring signifying that he was indeed asleep.

The moon's soft glow penetrated the room casting shadows here and there
and upon each curve of my brother's body.

Gathering, I felt, from the heat, the sheet serving to cover Todd, was
an entangled heap entwined around his ankles, I undressed, gazing upon
him and studied the curve of his back as the shadows dappled towards the
small of his back and onto the ample mounds of his creamy white ass.

Never before had I seen Todd's butt so exposed.  So naked and
vulnerable.  So peaceful and inviting.

Slipping out of my briefs, my cock sprang to attention.  Hard and
twitching, mesmerized by my brother Todd's asscheeks.

A feeling, unlike I had ever known before, crept over me.  Compelling
me.  Drawing me towards Todd.  Yes.  I had seen him naked before.
Pounding away at his cock even but never before had I seen my brother in
so sensual a pose as now.  Quiet and peaceful.  Completely oblivious to
everything surrounding him.  Lost in sleepful repose.

Fixated, I approached Todd and felt within me a stirring hitherto
unknown.  My cock seemed to throb with an aching lust above and beyond
anything I had experienced before.  The mushroom head of my cock flared
and throbbed as never before and from my pisshole issured, for the very
first time, a fluid, which dripped and fell towards the floor like the
thread of a spider's web, what I knew to be pre-cum.  The very first
oozing of juices from my dick.

A feeling so intense, of lust and desire swept over me that sent ripples
of goose bumps over my naked flesh as step by step, inch by inch I
approached my brother's bed.

My knees trembled as they brushed the edge of the mattress and slowly
gave way causing me to crash, with a thud onto the floor.

I understood what was happening, yet didn't, as my cock spat copious
threads of clear nectar onto the floor.  Was this the night that I would
be taken from boyhood to manhood?

I trembled at the thought as Todd's muscular, creamy white asscheeks
welled up before me.

As I gazed upon my brother's ass through glassy, half closed eyes, my
breaths, like my cock, mounted and rose.  All conscience effort on my
part seemed to dissipate and all rationale depart as uncontrollably,
like a magnet drawn, I lowered my head towards the cleft, that valley
between the muscular cheeks.

With rasping breaths, the bridge of my nose made contact with the warm
flesh of Todd's ass, at the juncture of the full mounds.

My mind reeled with disgust but my lust and desire pressed me forward.
Against my will yet one with it.  A feeling so strong and powerful.
Like a magnet to metal that can offer no resistance.

Instinctively, my nostrils flared and quivered taking in a deep breath.
A musky, stink aroma swirled up my nose.  A stench at once powerful yet
mellow.  A ripe intoxication that made my head swim with revolt and
lust.  I couldn't believe what or why I was doing what I was doing. I
was sniffing my brother's ass and inhaling his stink.  His most private
stink.

The noxious fumes of Todd's stench caused my cock to throb and jerk
madly and spit it sticky fluid onto the floor.  Yet I percieved that my
dick, although madly thrashing about, was still tingling as though a
pinnacle had not yet been reached.

Cautiously.  Nervously, with fear of detection, yet driven with lust, I
reached up and ran my hands over Todd's ass, gently pulling his
asscheeks apart and with my nose, nudging into the sweaty, smelly trench
that was his butt.

My nostrils quivered as I sniffed his ripe stink as I swirled my nose
through the forest of hair towards my brother's puckering asshole.

I knew what I was doing was wrong but the stink was compelling me.  My
leaking cock, twitching and throbbing, drove me.  Drove me to smell the
rank stench of asshole.  Drove me to savor each wafting vapor of
butthole stink and to sniff.  And sniff.  And sniff until tilting my
head back my brother's ripe funk clung to my nostrils and I continued
sucking its stench into my lungs.

Why was I enoying this scent?  Why was I enjoying the foul stink of
Todd's shithole?  Why did the rank odor of my brother's asslips cause my
balls to tighten and my engourged cock throb like never before?  Why was
the stink of asshole turning me on so much?  Would it be that my
brother's stink would ravage me and send me tumbling, hurtling towards
my first ejaculation

A slight moan escaped Todd's lips and he stirred, seemingly lifting and
grinding his nasty butt onto my face.

It seemed that with every whiff of buttstink I inhaled, unable to
explain it, I was becoming more and more turned on.

My quest for stink had taken root.

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