****** You Know You Like It by Stevey ******
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You Know You Like It


In a small town in South Carolina; right in the buckle of the "bible belt"; in
a normal ranch-style brick number in a clone of a clone of a subdivision; my
brother and I committed a huge sin. We spit in the face of Jesus right under
the noses of our conservative, bible-thumping parents.

Eric was two years older and "should have known better." He was a pig. He liked
to be dirty and crude to me all the time because I was a "pussy" to him and his
friends. I was neater and less noisy and didn't want to share all my bodily
functions with the world. Eric thought that every fart, burp and itch needed to
be dealt with in front of an audience; usually in my face.

When I was twelve and he was fourteen, we had shared a room for our entire
lives and I had gotten used to his disgusting quirks and filth, but I was just
now beginning to understand what he was doing under the sheets while he thought
I was sleeping. My friend Scott had just shown me how to jackoff in his parents
bedroom, while we secretly watched his father's porno movies on an old 8mm
projector. Jacking-off was my new hobby, but I couldn't let Eric know or he
would just torture me.

Eric's morning regimen was constant. He always went to the bathroom first, so I
wouldn't "stink the place up" before he got in. He would get out of his bed and
walk over to mine. If I was awake, he grabbed my head and held my face to his
ass and cut a morning fart in my face through the cotton of his underwear. If I
was still asleep, he sat on my face and farted. Every morning.

After the fart. he would head to the bathroom , close the door, piss and shit,
then come back to bed and laugh while he said, "It's all yours." I had to pee
or poop myself so I had to go in, like it or not. He always managed to get a
rank shit-stink that didn't seem human.

Throughout the day he would grab me, wrestle me to the floor and fart in my
face, burp in my face or even hold my mouth open and spit. I would fight back
in vain or scream and protest. He always laughed and said the same thing, " You
love it."

He would come home from basketball practice and shove his funky arm pits in my
face and say, "Smell that. You love it."

He pushed me up against the kitchen wall after dinner and belch in my face.
"You love it."

He stuck his ass in my face while I was on the floor watching TV and released
silent-but-violent farts that could straighten hair. "Smell my gas. Kiss my
gas. You love it, pussy."

How did he know?

At one point it was annoying, but I did like his smell, his gas, his pits, his
burps. I loved the sight of his ass over my face in the morning. I especially
loved being closed in the bathroom, whacking my small cock , surrounded by the
smell of his shit and farts.

But he couldn't know. I could only secretly enjoy these things or he would
surely stop doing them.

One afternoon he came home from basketball and I was doing my homework in the
floor by my bed with E.L.O. on the stereo. He look his shirt off and smelled
his pits, and was satisfied with their stench. He leaned into me and lifted his
arm.

"Wanna smell a man's stink?"

Without thinking, I leaned into his pit and sniffed it. He stopped what he was
doing and looked confused for a second. A mean smile crossed his face

"I knew you loved it, you puss, " he said laughing, " big freak."

I tried to save myself with, "I just did it so you wouldn't hold me down and
make me do it. I've got homework to do."

He dropped his shorts and grabbed my hair and shoved into his cotton-covered
crack. "It's more fun when you fight back, puss," he said as he cut a rotten,
wet fart. "Damn, I almost shit myself. Bet you'd like that."

He slid off his sweaty underwear and tossed them in my face as he headed to the
bathroom to mark his territory with his scent. I sat in silence as I listened
to him poop. That day he had a lot of liquidy shit in him.

I held his underwear and studied them for a while. I looked in the front to
find piss-stains and then the seat for a treasured skid mark; my brother didn't
take ass-wiping as seriously as I did. I was happy to find a nice streak with a
slight odor to it, all helped out by his young ball sweat. I sniffed the seat
of his briefs and squeezed my small dick as hard as I could, when...

"What the fuck are you doing?" He snapped his shorts out of my face," I come
out here to find something to read while I take a dump and you're being a big
fag with my dirty underwear. I knew you loved this shit."

"Eric, don't tell anybody."

"Faggot, you are gonna pay....come on." He dragged me into the bathroom by my
shirt and pushed me in the floor in front of the commode. "Smell that," he said
through clenched teeth as he held my face inches away from a porcelain bowl
filled with nasty, liquid shit, " how does that smell."

"It's making me sick," I said starting to cry. He just pushed my face closer
until my n nose touched the dirty toilet water.

"Don't lie to me. You've been sniffing my shit and farts for a long time and I
know you like it. And I know you watch me jack-off at night and pretend to be
asleep. I know how you breathe in right after I fart in your pussy face."

"I do not!" I lied. He shoved my face in his shit and held me there for about
five seconds. The he jerked me out and looked in my face without saying
anything for a minute. Then he put his fingers in my mouth and pushed my mouth
open and spit right into it. " Don't tell me you didn't like that. I know you
did."

"Why do you do this to me, what did I do to you?" I had tears streaming down my
face.

"Because I know you like it, you faggot liar and I get off doing it to you." He
held me mouth open again and stuck his finger down my throat and made me gag.
"Come on, Stevey, you were sniffing my shit stains, just tell me you like it ."

"Will you stop if I say I like it?" I asked.

"No, because you don't want me to." He looked serious. " Come on, man, you know
you love it. You love me, don't you?" He made a puppy-dog face and looked right
into my eyes and melted me.

"Yeah, I love you."

"You really love me?" he leaned into my face as if he would kiss me. "I need to
know, because I love you."

"I love you more than anybody." He kissed me hard with his tongue piercing my
mouth and almost choking me. While he kissed me, he grabbed a clump of shit out
of the bowl. He stopped kissing me and held the messy pile under our chins. "
If you love me, then you love my shit too. Come on, Stevey." But he didn't wait
for an answer. He pushed the bitter-tasting feces in my mouth. He fed it to me
like he might feed a baby.

I had a mouthful of my brother's shit and I thought I might throw up. I wanted
to be what he wanted me to be, because I did love him. I loved the shape of his
beautiful ass and his armpits. I longed to suck his dick. Anything as long as
he would love me back. I had even licked his fresh piss off the toilet seat
when he didn't know. But I couldn't throw up his shit, not this time.

"How is it?" He had started to whack his cock. Mine was still soft. "Oh fuck
this, " he said furiously pumping his cock, " share with me." And with that he
leaned in and kissed me as shit dripped from in between our lips. His tongue
roamed my mouth and the diarrhea was swapped back and forth until we had
managed to swallow the whole clump.

After the shit was gone, we still kissed. He was on top of me with our hard-ons
pressed together. He suddenly straddled my shoulders and pinned me down. "You
gotta suck my dick now." He forced his dick in my mouth and began fucking my
face.

His dick was jammed in and out furiously foe about thirty seconds before I felt
his sperm shoot down my throat. All of it went straight down to my stomach with
his shit. He kept his cock in my mouth until it was soft and soon I felt the
warm trickle of his piss becoming a gush. I drank and drank and suddenly I
started gagging.

He pulled out his cock and pulled me from my laying position just in time for
me to throw up all over both of us. He laughed for a second and pulled me into
his chest, my vomit smearing us together, the smell becoming putrid. He ran his
fingers through my hair and kissed me lovingly.

He stood and turned on the shower. After the water had reached the right
temperature, he helped me to my feet and took me into the shower with him. He
washed my puke from our bodies, he washed my hair and the whole time he kissed
me lovingly. He held my small dick while he knelt in front of me and said,
"piss for me, man. Right here in my face."

It was difficult, but I managed to get a small stream started that became a
full-fledged piss. His open mouth accepted all of it, he even shook it at then
end to get every drop. Then he stood and spit piss into my mouth and we kissed
it back and forth. We continued to stand with our tongues in the other's mouth.

After a while he turned the water off and reached for a towel.

"I wanna hear you fart," he said toweling me off.

"Come on," I said, " I can't."

He grabbed my waist and flipped me around and stuck my ass in his face. "Just
once I wanted you to come over to my bed and cut a fart in my face. But you are
too much of a pussy."

"I can't do it."

He turned me around again until my dick was in his face. It was hard and
pointing at his nose. He opened his mouth and took my entire four inches of
cock into his mouth. He sucked hard and slid his mouth up and down the shaft
for a while. He worked a finger in my ass crack and worked the finger onto the
hole. He continued to suck and circle my cockhead with his tongue, until I was
close to shooting.

He stopped and turned my ass to his face. "Fart now, faggot, " he said. I
pushed and nothing came out. I pushed again, still nothing. "Rip one open for
me, " I pushed again as he rubbed his face in my crack and touched my hole with
his tongue. I couldn't control anymore. I farted. It was a small fart with not
much in the way of stink, but the next one was easy. He turned me around and
swallowed my little dick just in time to catch the single shot of spunk that I
could produce at the time.

He then kissed me and shared my sperm. Then we just kissed

Over the next couple of years, we slept in his bed and shared our morning
rituals. As we got older we got more intense in our play. My favorite memory is
having him shit directly into my mouth while he shaved to go to church or when
he drank my piss on a camping trip while our parents slept in the next tent. I
was so happy for these years.

But it stopped after two years, as he became interested in finding a
girlfriend. For a while he would continue our unnatural love after an
unsuccessful date, but soon he became successful and I was cut out.

I found other partners in the toilet sports, mostly older men I would find in
porno magazines my brother would buy for from the Chinese convenience store
that later burned to the ground.

The last time we made love, was the night before his wedding when he came home
from his bachelor party drunk. But he wouldn't get raunchy with me that time,
he wanted to make love to me one last time and he seemed bothered and
embarrassed by his former actions. I would have done anything for him.

The next morning we awoke in each other's arms. I was horny and ground my
crotch into his to let him know. He shook his head, "No more Stevey. We're just
brothers now, I can't be in love with you anymore. It's just not right."

I felt the bottom fall out of my world. I started wrestling with him. I was not
twelve any longer and could fight for myself. I held him down and managed to
sit on his face. I settled my crack right over his nose and cut a loud, sweet
fart. He was silent and motionless. I climbed off of him and walked towards the
bathroom...

"You know you like it," I said making my point with another loud fart.


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