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The Quest - Part 2 by Rim4you
Chapter 1
As I gently caressed and sniffed my brother's butt as he lay sleeping, a part of me was revolted and disgusted by what I was doing. I felt guilty yet at the same time highly aroused. The aroma of his ass wafting up my nostrils filled me with refulsion and excitement all at the same time.
Adding to my heightened arousal was my throbbing dick and experiencing, for the first time, that sensation which I had no control over, of my cock leaking its juices.
At first I thought I was losing control of my bladder and that I might be pissing but the overall sensation was not the same. It was no longer a feeling of relief as in holding back a much needed piss and at last being able to relieve that pressure. No. This time it was a feeling as if a trillion, feather-like fingers were softly strumming the shaft of my cock and that there was no possible way I could restrain the oozing fluid escaping from my piss slit.
The stench of asshole, Todd's asshole, swirling up my nostrils made me think that I was indeed crazy, out of my mind, for even placing my nose against his warm, moist hole, let alone smelling it. Yet at the same time it made me tingle all over and the odor of my brother's ripe asshole made me shudder and tremble as never before.
I began to rationalize that the act of what I was doing, smelling Todd's most private of scents, was inherintly a nasty, indeed dirty and disgusting act on my part. Yet, at the same time this aroma was consuming me. Absorbing me. Arousing me.
I began to feel alone thinking that it just couldn't be possible that anyone else could derive pleasure in the manner that I was experiencing as my brother's stink curled up my nostrils.
Adding to my discoverd pleasure was the fact that I was deriving my pleasure and excitement from my brother. From Todd! Wasn't this wrong? Wasn't this obscene?
Todd looked so peaceful. So innocent in sleep. His tousled hair swirled in ringlets over his forehead. His parted lips never seemed fuller as now and the drooling of spittle from his mouth onto the pillow indicated that he was zonked out. The creamy whiteness of his body, each curve outlined and shadowed by the moon's soft rays that spilled through the windows gave him an aura of sensuality in his exposed nakedness that he was entirely unaware of, except to me.
I marvelled at the fine growth of hair upon the small of Todd's back which trailed and seemed to disappear into the trench of his ass which, as I parted those twin mounds, ever so gently, became a dense forest of hair that I soon discovered contained an aroma so ripe and tart that it caused my body to tremble and my dick thrash about wildly oozing its virgin juices.
Chapter 2
In the midst of all these feelings and rising emotions, savoring the stink of Todd's asshole, I slid my hand over my buttcheeks and trailed a finger into the smooth, warm trench of my ass.
The warmth of the night and its heavy mugginess seemed to be captured within the steamy valley my finger was probing. Inching its way slowly between the walls of sweaty flesh towards my asshole.
My cock jerked and I uttered a sigh as my finger kissed the moist lips of my asshole. I marvelled at the sensitivity of my shithole as I swirled my finger over my pucker. Feeling its dampness I wondered as to my own scent. Would it be ripe like Todd's? And if it were, would it arouse me in the same manner as his did?
Withdrawing my finger, I held it up in front of my face. Bringing alongside it the digit I had used to toy with my brother's hole, I stared at my fingers. My body trembled and my breaths became raspy as I lifted my fingers, one to each nostril, and took a deep breath.
The combined stench of Todd's asshole and mine seemed to vaporize up my nose. A ripe, tart, tangy stink that made my cock throb even more and leak its juices more profusely.
I became almost transfixed with one thought: as I had sniffed my brother's stink, I wanted him to smell mine.
Trembling with lust I lowered my finger under Todd's nose. I watched with nasty delight as my brother inhaled my stink.
Chapter 3
I froze, not knowing what else to do, when Todd stirred and uttered a slight moan. Shifting slightly, I watched as he clenched his asscheeks and seemed to rotate, in a grinding fashion, his crotch into the mattress beneath him.
"Fuck!" he moaned, softly. "What the ... Marky?"
Todd rolled onto his side, groggy with sleep yet aware that something had disturbed him.
Gazing down quickly, I could see that his cock was rock hard. Was it from a dream? A piss hardon? Or was it from an outward source? Perhaps a scent? My stink that had seeped into my brother's conscienceness and stirred him awake?
"Todder!" I gasped.
I felt my brother's strong grasp wrap around my wrist. I was trapped.
"What are you doing, man? What stinks?" Todd seemed to moan, drawing my finger under his nose and taking a whiff. "Is my little brother being nasty?"
"Todd! I ... uh ..."
Grasping my wrist firmly, Todd jerked me forward. My head came crashing down towards his crotch and rested inches from his whopper. Alongside his long, thick cock that even Dad and Mike whistled at.
"I know you want it, Marky!" Todd whispered, clamping his hand behind my head and drawing me towards his crotch. "I've watched you watching me whenever I beat off. Smell my cock, little brother! Taste it!"
As I buried my face into Todd's musky crotch I remembered my older brother Mike saying that Todd would never steer me wrong.
I was to discover that indeed he wouldn't.
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