Date: Mon, 20 Nov 2000 00:53:07 -0500 (EST) From: Marc Subject: Free To Lust (Part 1) Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic depictions of consenting sex between men who engage in some activities that the reader may find objectionable. So, if incest, watersports and scat are offensive to you and you are under the age of eighteen, LEAVE NOW! Author's Note: Although this story is fictional, certain parts of it are based upon the Author's personal experiences. Free To Lust by Rim4you Chapter One "The Abbey" Tucked away in a quiet corner of the Canton of Fribourg in Switzerland stands the 12th century Cistercian Abbey of Notre Dame D'Hautrieve. It is peaceful here in this quiet valley. The only sounds are the babbling river that runs alongside the Abbey and the clanging of the bells in the tower of the Abbey Church. In this quiet serenity I was able to look deeply within myself. I knew all along that I was gay but that wasn't the real issue, or reason why I had come to the decision to leave the cloister and return to the "outside" world. Or was it? As the haunting melody of the "Salve Regina" swirled within my head and, one by one, to the peal of a bell, each of us bowed before the Abbot to receive his blessing before scurrying off to bed, I wondered what tomorrow would bring when I would leave this place and board a plane back to the United States. For six years I lived the peaceful life of a Cistercian monk hidden from the world. I was twenty-four-years old and now that I had made the decision to leave this place of solitude, my mind was filled with fright. What happens next? The years of struggle against my carnal lusts could be cast aside without worry or feelings of guilt by tomorrow. Wouldn't it? As I boarded the plane in Zurich which would take me back home to California I could hear, in my mind, the monks chanting: "De profundis clamavi ad te, Domini ..." "Out of the depths I cry unto you, O Lord ..." Yep! That's about how I felt as the plane roared down the runway and lifted itself up into a clear blue sky. I was going home. Chapter Two "Adjustments" "Now don't you go cracking any bad jokes when your brother gets home!" Mom said. "Ah Ma!" Brad, my sixteen-year-old brother, protested. "Adam's not in the monkey cage anymore!" "That's exactly what I mean, Brad!" Mom replied. "Adam is going to need time to adjust to things all over again. Especially all of the noise!" "I suppose so," Brad replied. Then giggling he added, "I bet he's super horny by now!" "Brad!" Mom gasped. "Son!" "Yes, Dad?" "That'll be enough! We'll all have to pitch in and help your brother get reaquainted with ..." "Life, Dad! The real world." "Don't be mean, Brad!" Mom said. "I'm not, Ma. It's just that if Adam comes home and starts spoutin' off all that latin stuff and tries to drag me off to mass every day ..." Brad responded, rather exasperated. "He's not," Dad said. "Just think of how hard it's going to be on Adam." "Yeah! I guess you're right, Dad. I guess the first thing I'd do if I had been locked up for six years was to go out, party hearty and get laid!" "Brad!" "Oh! Sorry, Mom!" "Just go get ready. Your brother's plane arrives in an hour and we've got to get to the airport." "Okay! Okay! I'm goin'! Jeez! You'd think the Pope was comin' for a visit!" Mom shook her head and sighed. "Brad is Brad, Dear. We can't expect him to change. After all, he's been the center of attention for the last six years. This isn't going to be easy for him either having his older brother around again." "John! How could you say that?" "I didn't mean it the way it sounded. Adam and Brad were always close. Remember when Adam left and how Brad used to cry for his brother?" "Yes. It broke his heart to see Adam leaving." "Just give the boys some time to get reaquainted. Things will work out." "John! I'm just worried for Adam. He's twenty-four now. He's never had a real job, managed his money. I doubt he even knows how to balance a checkbook. He'll be seeing the world as a kid again, in a way." "Well then brace yourself, Dear. We're about to have two teenage boys in the house!" Dad said, with a hearty laugh. Chapter Three "Jitters" I was nervous disembarking the plane. The palms of my hands were all clamy. I was breathless, a bundle of nerves. I knew that on the other side of the gate would be my family and a new life. A new beginning. "Adam! Adam!" A voice shouted. Looking in the direction of the voice, I spotted him. But was it him? "Brad?" I hollered back, a little nervous at the idea of talking so loudly! Running up to me, waving his arms wildly, came this tall, well built teenager with tousled brown hair and beaming blue eyes. It was my brother, Brad. I gasped. He had grown up! The last time I saw him, he was just a scrawny kid of ten. Now, he was, in my mind, gorgeous! "Adam!" Brad shouted again, as he flung his arms around me giving me a big hug and unashamedly a kiss on the cheek. "I'm so happy to see you, Adam! I've missed you, big brother!" Brad's voice choked with emotion and his eyes brimmed with tears as he hugged and hugged me. "I've missed you too, Brad," I replied, with equal emotion returning my brother's warm embrace with an equal fervor. Mom and Dad stood off in the distance, allowing Brad and I an emotional reunion. "What did I tell you, Dear? The boys will be just fine." Mom showered me with kisses. Dad gave me a tremendous hug. "Welcome home, son," Dad whispered, in my ear. "Your'e not disappointed in me? Are you, Dad?" "Not at all, Adam. All that I care about is your happiness. That's all that matters." On the way home, in the car, I couldn't believe all of the changes. Shoppiing malls, mini-malls, fast food restaurants everywhere! I guess I had blocked all of this out during the past six years. I was excited, pointing out everything that I saw that wasn't there before. Everyone was in a giggly mood. Especially Brad. He kept looking at me smiling and laughing! "What? Do I have a booger hanging out of my nose?" I said to my brother, taking my first bold step forward. "Adam!" Mom gasped, a little surprised. Brad slapped himself on the leg and busted out laughing. "He said it, Mom! Not me. I'm trying hard to be good!" "So what's so funny, Brad?" I asked. "Dude! You got one thing goin' for ya from the get go." "What's that?" "You've got a way too cool haircut! Alot of the guys shave their heads nowadays! Skinheads! Mom would skin me alive if I shaved my head!" I rubbed my shaved head a little self conciously. "Looks great on you, Adam!" Brad continued, "It makes your green eyes stand out more. What color is your hair anyway? I forgot." "It's brown like yours, Brad." Brad leaned over Mom's shoulder. "Can I shave my head now, Ma? Just like Adam's? Can I? You got one skinhead. How 'bout two?! I cracked up laughing at my brother's antics and his pleas to Mom. "You will keep the hair on your head!" Mom replied, matter of factly. "You're not going to shave your head!" "Oh Ma!" Brad sat back in the seat and gave a pouting look. "It's all your fault, Adam!" "I'm sorry, Brad. I ..." "I'm just teasin' ya, Adam!" He said, with a bright smile. As Dad pulled the car into the driveway reality started to sink in. I was really home. "Oh! Mom didn't tell you yet, but you'll be bunkin' with me for a couple of days until we get your old room all fixed up. Dad wants us to paint your room first." "That's fine with me, Brad." "I hope you don't mind, dear." Mom said. "It's okay, Mom. Really! As long as I'm not intruding upon Brad!" "I don't mind, Adam. Not at all. It'll be fun. Stayin' up late, eatin' junk food, listenin' to music and stuff. I gottta educate you on all the latest." Dinner was a special treat. Dad grilled steaks outside. All the foods that I loved Mom had prepared. By the end of the evening, Brad and I were getting along fantastically. I turned in first. It had been a long day. I was exhausted. I tumbled into bed. I didn't even hear Brad when he came up. I was so tired. Chapter Four "The Morning After" "Hey! Sleeping Beauty!" Brad whispered, nudging my shoulder. I rolled over and blinked my eyes open. "What time is it?" "Well, from the looks of it, I'd say it was time to get up!" Brad grinned, pointing to my morning hardon which was tenting the sheet! I looked down. Brad was right. I did have a boner. "Oh well," I sighed, "shit happens." "Now that's the spirit of things!" Brad chirped. I looked up at my brother, standing beside my bed. Clad only in his white briefs which bulged quite hadsomely at the pouch, he looked absolutely stunning. His hair was still tousled, his eyes as blue as ever, but his body! He had a deep tan. His shoulders were broad with muscular arms. His chest taperd down to a washboard stomach and a trim waistline. A thin line of hair went from his navel and disappeared into his briefs. The bulge between his legs accentuated his muscular thighs. I couldn't help but stare at Brad, admiringly. I guess he sensed my staring and winked at me. "I'm told it's big." "Huh?" "You're lookin' at my crotch, Adam!" Brad said, with a sheepish grin on his face. "Oh!" I gasped. What could I say? "From what I can see, Adam, you must have a whopper too!" "Brad!" I gasped again, though not trying to hide my erection either. "Wanna see it, big brother?" "I .. uh ..." Before I could say another stuttering word, Brad slid his briefs down exposing the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. It had to have been at least seven inches long and he wasn't even hard! It was plump and thick and quite veiny. He had low hanging, hairy balls. I leaned up and onto my side, bringing me closer to my brother's cock. As he hadn't showered yet, or so I presumed, I could detect a faint musk coming from his crotch. Without thinking I reached down and grasped my hard cock through the sheets and squeezed it. "Nice, huh?" Brad whispered, sliding his underwear completely down and stepping out of them. He took a step closer so that his legs pressed against the bed bringing his dick closer to me. I could feel my breaths becomming rapid and raspy. Like I said. I knew I was gay and my brother was turning me on! Brad leaned forward, slightly, and began to tug at the sheet covering me. I raised up my arm so the sheet could easily slide down. Before long my nakedness was revealed to my brother. "Jesus fuckin' Christ!" Brad gasped, when he saw my dick. "Don't cuss like that, Brad!" "Oh! I'm sorry, Adam. It's just that ... your cock ... fuck!" "What's wrong with my cock?" "Nothin'! It's fuckin' huge! And I thought I had a big dick!" I raised my head up and looked into Brad's deep blue eyes. Something sparked just then. Something clicked between us. A recognition. A feeling. Brad's cock began to rise. I watched with wonder as the instrument of his manhood swelled to life. He bent forward at the waist. Reaching out he wrapped his fingers around my dick. "Oh Brad!" I sighed. The gentleness of my brother's intimate touch made me shiver. His hand was so warm. With his thumb he rubbed the head of my cock. I moaned. Brad's cock was only inches from my face. His muskiness was stronger now. Leaning forward I brushed my lips along the length of his shaft. Brad returned the favor by stroking my dick. Slowly, he slid his hand up and down my rock hard dick sending waves of pleasure throughout me. I kissed the head of Brad's cock several times before I parted my lips. My tongue darted out and licked the sensitive underside of his dick. He shuddered when I opened my mouth wide and began sucking on his cock. "Adam! My God! Where'd you learn to suck cock like that?" "I wasn't always a monk, you know!" "I didn't mean it like that, Adam. It's just ... it's ... don't stop! It feels so fuckin' good, Adam! Suck me! Suck my dick, Adam!" I couldn't believe what I was doing. What we were doing! Here I was, only one day out of a monastery and I was sucking dick. My brother's dick no less! "Lay back down, Adam." Brad said, gently. "I want to suck you too!" "You don't have to, Brad." "Oh I want to, Adam! Believe me, I do! You see, I'm gay, Adam!" "So am I, Brad. I'm gay too." "I thought you were, Adam. Even though I was only ten-years-old when you left I knew you were different." "How's that, Brad?" "Well. You didn't hang out with girls much and ..." "And what?" "Forgive me for saying this, Adam, but as I got older I thought you used the monastery thing as a way of escaping. Running away from who you knew you were but couldn't accept. I was angry with you for leaving me, Adam!" Bingo! My little brother had hit the nail smack dab on the head. I had run away, from my family, from myself. In doing so I hurt alot of people, most of all Brad. I was cheating myself and everyone else pretending to be something I wasn't. Oh sure! All of Mom's lady friends in the Altar Society at church thought it was so wonderful that she had a son who was a Cistercian monk. But now everything had changed. I wondered if my coming home to California was a source of hidden embarassment to my family among their circle of friends? Perhaps I should have gone to Florida to be near my mother's sister, whom everyone in the family knew, was a lesbian. But that was hush, hush. And now my brother telling me of his anger for leaving him. His hurt! "Come here, Brad!" I whispered, spreading my arms wide open. Brad tumbled in the bed beside me. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. He snuggled up to my chest and began to cry. "I'm sorry, Brad. I'm so sorry for leaving you behind. Everything you just said is true. I hurt you the most and I'm so sorry!" "It's just that I missed you so much, Adam!" Brad sobbed. "I grew up without my big brother around. I adored you, Adam! I really did. When you left, I was hurt and angry." "Brad! Brad! Shhhhh! Don't cry. I'm here for you now." We held each other and kissed one another. "Promise me, Adam, that you won't run off again. Not now!" "I promise, Brad. I won't leave you behind again." As we caressed one another, Brad started kissing my chest. As he brought himself up to his knees, his kisses trailed downward towards my cock. He swung himself over me. As he took my cock into his mouth, so too did I engulf his. As I looked up I stared at my brother's balls laying across my nose and further up, Brad's firm bubble butt. It was so round, so full and the cleft swirlled with a forest of dark hair. I wanted to bury my face in his ass! Gasping, with a slurp, I took Brad's dick out of my mouth. I kissed his balls and sucked them into my mouth. In doing so my nose inched its way closer and closer to his asshole. My nose brushed against his pucker. The scent of my brother's ass filled my nostrils. It was a pungent, ripe, almost tangy aroma. I moaned. "I'm kinda dirty back there, Adam." "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned again. "Kinky! Way cool!" Brad responded, as I continued to sniff my brother's funky ass. "Does my ass stink?" "Yes!" I groaned. "I love it!" Brad planted his ass more firmly on my face. He rubbed his moist hole on my nose. I sighed and moaned with pleasure. "Smell my dirty ass, Adam!" I sniffed and sniffed deeply. Here was the inscence I truely loved! I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue over his moist asshole. I tasted his stink. I was in seventh heaven! My hands kneaded his melon shaped butt. Brad swung his body up and grinded his ass onto my face. "Eat my ass, Adam! Eat my dirty, fuckin' ass!" He hissed, through gritted teetth, wary that we had to keep our voices down! He reached down and pulled his ass cheeks apart. I ate out his ass with wild abandon and lust. My cock throbbed and jerked on its own accord. It needed no other stimulation. Brad was seeing to that! "Feels so good! So fuckin' good! Your tongue up my ass! Eat me, Adam! Eat my raunchy butt!" I gasped for breath. "I wanna fuck you, Brad!" I panted, "It's been so long since I fucked a man. Please Brad! Will you let me fuck you?" "Yes! Yes! I want you to fuck me, Adam! I wanna feel that big cock of yous up my ass but ..." "But what, Brad?" "I'm dirty back there, Adam. You know. I haven't taken a shit yet! It's bound to be real nasty. I'll get shit all over your dick! I know I will." "I don't care, Brad! I want it dirty and nasty! Does that turn you off?" "Nope! I like dirty sex!" "How dirty?" "As dirty as you wanna be, Adam!" "Fuck!" I hissed. "But we can't do it here. Don't wanna take a chance on messin' up the bed. Know what I mean?" "I just gotta fuck you, Brad. I need to fuck!" "And I need to be fucked but if ya wanna fuck me dirty we can't do it here!" Brad got up and out of the bed. I was panting like a wild animal. He looked at me and grinned. Offering me his hand he led me into the bathroom connecting our bedrooms together. Once inside he locked the connecting doors leading into the bathroom. Climbing into the tub, Brad bent over. Looking over his shoulder he gave me a seductive grin. "What ya waitin' for stud? Wanna fuck me dirty? Now here's your chance!" He wiggled his ass and pulled his cheeks apart. HIs rosebud pucker flared. "Better hurry up or I'm just gonna have to take my morning dump right here!" "You got any lube?" "Who needs lube? You done ate out my ass! Can ya piss?" "Yeah!" "Well then. Piss on my ass, Adam!" "Jesus ..." "Uh-uh-uh! No swearin' like that, big brother, remember?" "I'm so fuckin' hot for you, Brad!" "That's more like it. Come on. Piss all over my ass and ram your cock up my dirty ass! Just slam it in. I love to get fucked rough and hard!" I approached my brother. What a sight to behold! His ass spread wide for me, tempting me, inviting me! "Piss on me, Adam! I wanna feel your hot piss on my ass! Fuck! Piss all over me!" I concentrated hard. I didn't want to lose my erection to just a morning piss hardon. That would be the ultimate embarassment. I rubbed the head of my cock against Brad's moist, flaring hole. "Sub tuum presidium, confugimus, Sancta Dei Genitrix ..." No! No! Not now! Why did that antiphon come ringing in my ears? Not now with my brother's upturned ass staring at me. "Piss on me, Adam! Fuck me!" I snapped back into reality and my piss stream began to flow. "Yeah baby! Piss on your little brother! Feels so fuckin' good! You're a nasty boy!" Before my piss stream even ceased, I lunged forward. In one powerful thrust I sank my pissing cock up Brad's ass. Brad clawed the tiled walls thrusting his ass back. "Fuck! You bitch!" he hissed. "You fuckin' nasty bitch! Fuck me! Piss up my dirty stinkin' ass and ride me!" I grabbed Brad's hips and began bucking my cock, slamming it in and out of his ass. When I pulled completely out, his ass would spray a mixture of piss and shit before I rammed my cock back in. "Yeah! That's what I like! That's what I need, Adam! Fuck me! Fuck me hard and dirty! Fuck me, brother!" I climbed in the tub with Brad. The fucking was becomming messy. The harder I slammed my cock deep into my brother's ass, the more he grunted and spewed the contents of his tight butt. Shit and piss splattered over us and ran down our legs. Brad's stench filled the air. "You like gettin' fucked by your big brother? Don't ya?" I nearly hollered. "Not so so loud, Adam!" Brad hissed, bucking his ass back to meet my hard thrusts. "But it feels so fuckin' good!" Each time I withdrew my dick from Brad's dirty hole, the more my cock got coated with his filth. I reached down and scooped his excrement into my hand and rubbed it onto my hairy chest. "You fuckin' pig!" Brad cried out in a raspy voice, "You fuckin' shit pig! I love it!" "Yeah! I'm a fuckin' pig!" I groaned, ramming my cock in Brad's ass. "This is too fuckin' cool, Adam! I love it dirty and raunchy!" Brad reached between his legs and rubbed his sludge onto his dick. To the rhythym of my fucking his hand flew up and down his shitty cock. "Take it! Take it all you little slut! Take my big cock up your stinkin', dirty ass!" "Give it to me, Adam! Dick me hard. Cum up my fuckin' shithole, man!" With several more deep thrusts, I could feel my balls tighten up. I knew it wouldn't be much longer before I popped my nut. "Brad! Brad!" I groaned. "Cum up my ass! I wanna feel you fuckin' shootin' your load up my ass!" "Aaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!" I wailed, as I took one final stab, one last plunge and my cock exploded. "Yes! Yes! Cum, Adam! Cum up my ass!" Brad cried out as he too brought himself to a hard, spewing orgasm, his sperm flying into the air and smacking against the tiled walls. Fuck! Fuck!" he hissed, he groaned, he moaned. My knees became shakey. My whole body trembled as my cock popped out of my brother's asshole with a slurping sound. I slid to my knees. My panting face rested against Brad's warm, filthy butt. He let out a deep groan and finished his morning dump. I pressed him close to me as his warm, reeking filth splattered across my chest and slid down to my crotch. Brad pointed his dick back towards me and released his piss. It splashed all over me, bathing me with warmth. I sought my brother's fucked hole with my lips and kissed it tenderly. "Oh Adam!" Brad moaned. "Brad! Brad!" I repeated over and over, kissing his dirty ass and rubbing my face into his ass trench. "Thank you!" "For what?" "For making me feel loved, needed and wanted." At those words Brad drew himself up, spun around and knelt in front of me. "I'll always love you, Adam!" he replied, gazing deeply into my eyes. We raised each other up and kissed one another deeply. I held my little brother in my arms. I didn't want to let him go. ****************************** I welcome your comments. Write to me at Rim4you@webtv.net