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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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