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[facefartdreams]

Smell of ending a friendship

This is a sequel to Smell of an old friend

NICK’S POV

I still can’t believe Robbie chose that loser, Drew, over me last night. Thankfully he pulled his head out of his ass and called me later that night to apologize and asked me to come back over today. I'm definitely going to make Robbie work for my forgiveness.

I knocked on his door, and Robbie immediately opened it. He’s still shirtless and wearing the same pajama bottoms from last night.

With a guilty smile, he invites me in. Once I step inside, he shuts the door and tosses an arm over my shoulder as we head deeper into his place.

“Nick, man, I’m sorry about last night,” he apologizes.

I scoff, “Whatever, where’s your bitchy, loser of a girlfriend.” I taunt.

For a second, I think I see a glimmer of rage in his face, but with another glance, it’s gone. Probably just a trick of the eye.

“He’s upstairs; he’s still staying with us for the week. But after hanging out with him for an hour, man, you’re right; he is a total loser. I kicked his ass to the curb and told him to not bug you or me when we hangout.”

I’m grinning like a loon as we stop in the living room. I slap him on the back, proud of him. “There’s my bro that I know and love. Good to have you back. You were acting fucked up, last night.”

Robbie gives a meek shrug, and then we hear a small thump behind us. We both look over our shoulders and see Robbie’s phone on the carpet.

“Shit, I dropped my phone. Hey Nick, can you get that for me?”

“Sure, I got you,” I say as I kneel to pick up his phone. As soon as my fingers clasp his phone. Something big, bulbous, and warm covers the entire right side of my face. Startled, I turn my head, accidentally covering my entire face with the large, mysterious object.

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPP

A loud explosion goes off in my face, and the stench of rotten eggs and broccoli invades my nose. I’m immediately clued in that Robbie’s big ass is in my face and he just blasted me with a noxious Robbie Rocket.

I fall onto my ass, with my back against the wall, coughing on Robbie’s toxic fumes, filling my lungs. 

“Man, Nick, I can’t believe you’re so fuckin’ gullible. To come on over, thinking I wanted to apologize to you. And then for you to fall for the oldest trick in the book, to get your face near my ass. You made so many mistakes, and now it’s time to pay the price, old friend. I’m about to launch.”

While still coughing on the ground, I open my stinging eyes to a horrific sight. Robbie’s bent over at the waist, with his knees slightly bent, aligning his mountainous rump on height level with my face. Before I can scream ‘NO’, Robbie quickly backs up, smashing his meaty mounds into my face. 

I can’t see anything, I can only feel ass meat rubbing from left to right and up to down, all over my face. Robbie comes to a stop, and I feel his glutes flex.

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Two long and consecutive, airy farts are launched in my face. Their eggy stench has me gagging.

Robbie starts shimmying his plump booty again, taking my pinned face along for the ride.

“Nighty-night, my former bud. And sorry to say, but when you wake up, things are going to be much worse… HGH”

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Robbie launches a barrage of nasty butt rockets point-blank up my nose. They stink of raw sewage and Robbie’s pungent musk. It overwhelms me, and I find myself blacking out.

LATER

I groan as I come to. I try to move my arms but can’t; I try the same thing with my legs, but they are also a no-go. My eyes shoot open, and I take in that I’m in Robbie’s room, lying on his bed. I look at my limbs in horror, seeing that they are tied to the four bedposts of Robbie’s bed. I’m trapped, starfished on his mattress. 

“About time you woke up,” a voice says.

I look up and see Robbie posted against his closed door. His arms are folded, and he’s wearing a lopsided grin.

“What the fuck man? Let me out! I’m your fucking best friend!” I yell at him.

Still grinning, Robbie starts walking towards the bed.

“Come on, Nicky, you’re not that stupid. Haven’t you realized it yet? I’ve chosen Drew over you. Drew and I are gonna be tight as brothers again. And you? You’re shit outta luck.” Robbie’s words hurt and anger me.

“How can you choose that friendless loser over me, dumbass?” I seethe.

Robbie’s grin falls, and he narrows his eyes at me. “Last night, you nearly got Drew to hate me. And I come to learn that you’ve been talking shit to his face, when I wasn’t looking. You’ve done fucked up Nick because you made me mad. And you know what that means. My ass is declaring war on your face.” Robbie growls as he steps up to the bed.

I look up at Robbie, fearfully, making him smirk devilishly. 

Robbie climbs onto the bed, straddling my chest backwards, and says, “Remember last year when that nerd snitched on us for cheating on our test? After we lured him into your place, we tied him up in your bed and I farted in his face for hours. Well, now it’s your turn, Nick, hehe.” 

Robbie squats his bubble butt less than a foot above my face. It looks like the stitching of the seat of his pants is barely holding together in containing his watermelon-sized globes.

“Please Robbie,” I beg, but he ignores it.

WHUMP

I groan as Robbie drops his big ass on top of my face, burying it under his heavy, thick mounds.

“I’m locked and loaded, Nick. This is war. It’s time to launch… GGH”

BBBBBBWWWWWWWOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM

Robbie farts in my face, big time, making me gag on his skunky vapors. Robbie suddenly lifts his ass off of my face and I gasp for some untainted, cool air. As I take a breath, Robbie slams his ass down on my face, and farts into my open mouth.

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Robbie keeps doing the same routine for some time, torturing me.

Up, WHUMP… BBBBBBBBBFFFFFFLLLLLLLRRRRRR

Up, WHUMP… RRRRRRRRVVVVVVVWWWWTTTTTTTT

Up, WHUMP… MMMMMMRRRRRRROOOOPPPPPPPP

Up, WHUMP… FFFFFFFRRRRRRRAAAAAABBBBBB

After his last fart, instead of getting up, he presses his bubble butt down hard, crushing my face. I can’t breathe at all as he does this, so I start to struggle.

From above, I hear him say, “Hang on, Nick, I feel a big one coming down the pipeline. Oh, here it comes… NGH. Ah, there, it’s out to launch.”

It doesn’t make a sound, but I feel a stream of hot air vent out and warm the tip of my nose. I suddenly start thrashing and dry-heaving as I get a sniff of his silent ass wind. Robbie’s sbd’s could be classified as bioweapons. The vile stench of digested meat and sulfur ravages my lungs. 

Robbie eases off of my face forcing me to breathe in all of his putrid butt fumes.

“Not to toot my own horn, pun intended, but that was pretty good, wasn’t it?” Robbie asks, sounding cocky.

I’m too busy dying to answer.

“Oh, quit being so dramatic, here, maybe this palate cleanser will help,” Robbie says with his ass hovering just above my face.

I frown, knowing nothing good is about to happen. I’m proven right as I watch Robbie pull down the back of his slacks. His bubble butt pours out of its confines and I now have his bare, fuzzy, slightly sweaty, twin moons lording only inches above my face.

“Give my ass crack a little lick. That should help.” He suggests.

“Fuck off.” I bark, scared and disgusted as hell.

Robbie laughs, causing his beefy mountains to wobble above my face.

“Hehe, that wasn’t a request, Nicky. I’d get to licking if I were you. You don’t want me to launch a Robbie Rocket, bare-ass, in your face do ya?” He sing-songs. 

“N-no,” I answer.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Taste me.” Robbie taunts me by swaying his hips, making his bulbous cheeks jiggle and clap above me. 

I lift my head and stick my tongue out. I shiver as my tongue meets his sweaty crack; the salty, acrid taste is repulsive.

Before I can react, Robbie reaches down and spreads open his cheeks, showing off his equally sweaty pucker.

He slams his ass down on my face, entombing my head in between his brawny cheeks. What’s worse is that his asshole is pressed into my open mouth and I can’t close it.

“Haha, I can’t believe you’re this fucking gullible. I just wanted to launch into your open mouth, dumbass.”

I fearfully whimper as I feel his hole open and push outward. 

“Oh yeah you should be scared, you fuck, because I’m about to launch like mad… NGH”

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Robbie keeps launching one gnarly fart after another, inflating my cheeks and lungs with his noxious wind. It seems like his farts have no end and I’m feeling sicker by the second.

“Open wide, Nicky. I’m sending a big care package down your gullet. HGH… Bombs away… NGH”

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Robbie launches a 25 second butt rocket into my open mouth, making me smell and taste his raunchy, nauseating vapors. It stinks of rotten fish and sulfur. It’s too much and I pass out as his monstrous fart comes to an end.

This isn’t right, we were best friends only a few hours ago; this shouldn’t be happening to me. That’s my last thought before everything goes black.

LATER

When I regain consciousness, the first thing I hear is Nintendo’s mascot character, Mario, yelling, ‘WHAA-HOO!’ 

That’s followed by two voices talking. 

“Man, this is weird.”

“Why? We’re just two dudes playing Mario Kart.”

“You’re excluding the fact that you’re practically naked with your bare-ass in a tied-up guy’s face.” The other voice dryly adds.

I give a muffled groan, feeling my body’s movement has been even more restricted than before. I open my eyes and immediately see why. I’m still in Robbie’s bed, lying on my back, but bound up with several long pieces of duct tape. 

My hands, ankles, thighs, and knees are wrapped together, and my arms are bound to my sides, all with duct tape.

If that wasn’t enough, Robbie is lying on top of me. His ass is facing me as he lies on my stomach, on top of my body, with his head near my knees. And it gets worse, all he’s wearing is a jockstrap. So his bare, bubbly rump is aimed right at my face.

Although his upper body is lying down, Robbie’s on his knees and pushing his ass out towards my face. Because of this, I can see his fuzz-surrounded, sweaty, and winking hole.

Drew is sitting at the end of the bed as the two play Mario Kart.

Drew looks back at me, and I try to yell, ‘Make him stop,’ but all I get out is a muffled yell, surprising me. Drew quickly looks back at the screen, and I realize that my mouth is duct tape shut. Also, I feel cloth material filling my mouth, and its taste is rank and vile.  

Robbie looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a cheeky grin. Hours ago, that grin made me laugh, telling me he was about to launch a Robbie Rocket in a nerd’s face. Now it fills me with unease.

“Hey man, how does my crusty, unwashed jockstrap taste?” Robbie asks.

I give a muffled groan, now knowing what disgusting thing is defiling my mouth.

“Hold that thought, buddy, I gotta launch… GGH”

I watch in horror as his pucker opens and presses out, a few feet from my face.

MMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRR

I’m blasted in the face with a trumpeting 6 second fart that is powerful enough to blow back my hair. It stinks of rotten eggs and onions, and has my eyes stinging. 

Both Drew and I groan simultaneously. “Come on, man, you using your Robbie Rockets as we play is so unfair,” Drew complains, making Robbie laugh.

“Haha, no it’s not because this time I have a victim in front of my ass that’ll be forced to sniff up the brunt of my butt fumes.” Robbie follows that with…

BBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP

Drew winces, “Oh damn, that’s bad Robbie.”

“Oh come on, you should be used to your best friend’s nasty butt rockets,” Robbie replies with a sly grin.

It’s humiliating that they’re just chilling and talking, while Robbie’s torturing me with his farts. I give a muffled yell, trying to get their attention.

I get Robbie’s attention, and it isn’t good. Robbie looks back at me, annoyed.

He shouts two words at me. Punctuating each one with a fart in my face.

“SHUT!… RGH” 

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“UP!… HGGH” 

VVVVVVVVVVVBBBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

His toxic butt vapors poisoning my lungs, has me coughing. Robbie shoots me a nasty sneer, while Drew does his best not to look at me.

Robbie gives Drew a genuine grin. “Think about it, Drew. Even though you’ll have to play while I hotbox the room with my farts, I’ll be playing two games at once. I’ll be playing Mario Kart with you, and my booty will be playing a generic first-person-shooter with Nick’s face. See, it’s perfectly fair.” 

Robbie shoots me a quick, nasty smirk as he rocks his hips, making his meaty moons ripple in front of my face.

Drew snickers, “Heh, when you put it like that, I guess it is fair.” 

Robbie’s smirk grows a little more devilish. “Since you agree that it’s fair, how about we make a little bet?”

Drew looks intrigued. “What kinda bet we talking here?”

“We play a grand prix, and if I win, we’re best friends again.”

“You can’t just declare that we’re best friends again. It doesn’t work like that, Robbie.” Drew corrects.

Undeterred, Robbie continues grinning like he’s got all the power. In a way, he does.

Drew sighs in defeat and relents. “And what do I get  if I win?” 

“Then I’ll never dutch-oven you again.”

Drew frowns, “I’ll be sleeping back in my place within a week, so all I’m winning is a few days of no dutch-ovens.”

Robbie grins knowingly. “With you living next door and us being friends again, nothing is stopping me from climbing into your room at night, and waking you up with a surprise dutch-oven.” 

Drew turns pale and goes slack-jawed. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Robbie doesn’t say anything. He just grins and…

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Robbie launches an eggy butt rocket in my face that wrecks me.

“Shit, I guess I’ve got no choice,” Drew says mostly to himself.

They proceed to play, all the while Robbie continuously rips massive Robbie Rockets in my face and taunts me.

“This red shell is for you, Drew, and this brown one's for you, Nick… GGH”

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“Damn, I hate b-bombs! Don’t you agree, Nick?... FGH”

MMMMMMMLLLLLLLLLLLHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPP

“Ha, that's one win for me. My farting and gaming skills are unmatched… NGH”

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“Hell Yeah! Eat my dust, Drew! And you eat this, Nick… HGH”

PPPPPPPPPPVVVVVVVVVVUUUUUUUBBBBBBBBB

“I’m about to launch a power-up and Robbie Rocket at the same time, I’m hella talented… GGH”

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“There’s my second win. Let’s commemorate it with a two-fer… FGH”

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRR-HHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTT

“Heads-up, Nick, here comes a real-life blue shell… GHH”

MMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP

“Shh-ssh, both of you, be quiet and listen. This is gonna be even bigger… UGH”

VVVVVVVVVVVVVVHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRR

“There’s my third win. Bro, I’m owning you. And my ass is owning you, Nick… RGH”

PPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBB

“My thrusters are really roaring back there, Nick. I wonder if you’ll still have eyebrows when I’m done… GGH”

FFFFFFFFPPPPPPPPPPPVVVVVVVVVVVDDDDDDDDD

“How unfortunate. Drew hitting me with a green shell really angered my ass and it’s about to take it out on you Nick. I’m about to launch… NGH”

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“Fuck Yeah! I won first place in all four races. You know what that means, Drew? We’re best friends again. Let me celebrate by launching Robbie Rocket fireworks.”

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTT

30 minutes. For the past 30 minutes Robbie’s been farting in my face non-stop. His last Robbie Rocket was the worst. It was 55 seconds long, and strong enough to blow back my hair and make his bubbly orbs flap. 

The horrendous stench of raw sewage and sweaty hole is all I can breathe in, and it has my lungs feeling like they’re on fire. I’m a coughing and gagging mess. My eyes and nose are dripping.

Through my teary eyes, I can see Robbie grinning at Drew. “You know what this means? Good game, best friend.”

Drew sighs, “A deal is a deal. But our friendship is on a probationary basis.”

Robbie flinches as if he’s been hit, looking surprised. “What?”

Drew looks Robbie in the eyes. “Robbie, please don’t tell me you’ve forgotten all you’ve done.” 

Why do I have to be here while they have this heart-to-heart talk? Why do I have to be here with Robbie’s bare bubble butt right in my face?

“You’ve got years of ignoring me and making fun of me behind my back to make up for.” Drew looks back at my hell torn face and flashes a small smirk, “But so far, you're doing a good job.”

Robbie looks over his shoulder with a cheeky grin. “Hear that, buddy, we’re doing a good job.” I'm confused about why he’s thanking me. Robbie’s grin turns devilish when his eyes connect with mine. “Oh, I was thanking my ass. But you, you’re more than welcome to choke on this. I’m about to launch… NGH”

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Robbie launches a short but loud-quacking rocket in my face. I turn and cough on his sulfuric vapors.

Drew groans, but I can hear the mirth in his tone. “Damn, Robbie that one was foul, even for you.”

“Haha, don’t blame me; it was all this big guy.” Robbie slaps his mountainous backside, making his cheeks wobble like bowls of gelatin. I cringe in disgust at the sight happening inches from my face.

“You and your butt are both at fault,” Drew starts as he stands up, “Since we’re rekindling our friendship, I’m using my right to get the hell out of here and return to the guest room. You fart-boxed your room something awful, man.”

Drew heads for the door. I thank whatever higher power is listening when Robbie gets his ass out of my face and off the bed. He rushes over and pins Drew, with his back against the wall, before he can leave. Robbie rotates his hips, pressing his butt against a restrained Drew’s side.

“Hold on, pal, you can’t escape without a complimentary Robbie Rocket. I’m about to launch… GGH”

FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVDDDDDDDD

Robbie blasts Drew’s body with a raunchy, 6 second fart. 

“So freaking gross,” Drew mutters with a grimace. 

“Ah, hold on, bro, hold on. I got another one ready for launch… FGH” 

BBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRMMMMMMMM

Robbie launches another greasy one onto Drew, making him groan. 

Watching the two of them is heartbreaking. That was Robbie and me, not even 24 hours ago. The two of us the best of friends, Robbie constantly and playfully fucking with me with his farts, and Drew just a loser of a footnote in our lives. But now, Drew’s and my roles have reversed. Robbie and Drew are now tight as thieves, or at least working up to that, and I’m the butt of the joke, literally. 

“Ew man, it may have been years since we last been close, but you’re still nasty as ever, Robbie.” Drew gripes after Robbie finally lets him go.

“Oh, that's how you want to be? Then take this,” Robbie spins around and bends over, aiming his butt at the open door Drew his walking towards.

PPPPPPPVVVVVVVUUUUUUUUBBBBBB

Robbie fires off a bubbly fart into the door way that Drew has to walk through. Drew coughs and gags as he wades through his noxious fumes.

“Look at you, willingly walking through my shitty fart cloud. Who’s the nasty one now?” Robbie teases, a cheeky grin stretches across his lips as he wafts the air behind his ass towards Drew.

“You’re such an asshole,” Drew calls out as he stumbles into the freedom of the hallway. How I wish I could join him in the hallway and walk myself out of this hellish nightmare.

“I love you, too, fart-face. That insult will become completely true when I launch a surprise Robbie Rocket into your face later tonight. And you’ll never know when it’s coming.” Robbie sing-songs before slamming the door. I hear Drew groaning in despair through the wood.

Speaking of despair, that’s what I feel in the pit of my stomach. I’m alone in a room, bound, with a gassy Robbie, who’s only in a jockstrap.

Robbie turns to me. His grin broadens into a more toothy and dangerous one. And the malicious glint I see shining in his eyes sends a shiver up my spine. He starts prowling towards me, tied up on the bed, like a sleek predator.

“Nicky, Nicky, Nicky,” Robbie shakes his head, “You know how angry I get with assholes who mess with people I care for. Hell, you should remember the shit I’ve done to people who fucked with you.”

I’m hit with warm nostalgia as I think about such a time last year. Some dude was spreading rumors about me. In the cafeteria in front of ¼ of the school, while the guy was eating lunch, Robbie pulled up his pants, giving himself a slight wedgie. Robbie stuck his big butt in the guy’s face and ripped a huge fart.

“Nick, you went too far last night. You should’ve known this would happen.” Robbie gets onto the bed and stands up, and starts walking up my body, “You’ve been fucking with Drew behind my back. You snitched, telling Drew all the bullshit I said about him in the past, even though you know I didn’t mean it. You nearly derailed my attempt to mend my most important friendship.” Robbie stops when his feet are planted on either side of my shoulders. “Since last night, my stomach has been brewing up so much gas in rage. My butt is desperate to waterboard you with my butt funk. Any last words?”

“Please, Robbie, I was doing right by you. Being friends with that loser would make you a loser by association. I was helping you.” I desperately plead my case.

In a rare and frightening change, Robbie isn’t smiling. He looks stoic, and the air is thick with his lingering farts and his fury.

“Well, congrats, “Robbie turns around. Towering high, over my face is his bare, protruding globes framed perfectly by the straps of his jock. “In helping me, you helped yourself to this...”

Robbie pulls his legs out from beneath him, his huge rump comes crashing down onto my face. His doughy moons smother my pain-filled grunt. It feels like two asteroids, covered in flesh, crash-landed on my face.

My head feels like it’s being flattened by so much ass fat and muscle. Most of my face is being squeezed in the sweaty, musky valley between his pillowy orbs. 

I hear Robbie’s voice rumbling from above me, “Hey Nicky, it might be dark in my ass, but I have some news that will brighten the situation. All this time, I’ve been taking pics and videos of you’re face all up in my big gassy ass. I’m going to be sending it to everyone at school. You’re gonna be famous, my former friend.” Robbie congratulates with a mock cheer.

This is when I break. I start crying with my face still swallowed up by his big butt. Straight up bawling. I wish I could go back in time. I wish I could have just been friends with Drew. The three of us could’ve been a tight-knit crew. But now, I’m going to be the lonely loser. My life is going to be ruined, and it is all my fault.

“Oh, no need to cry, Nicky. I’ve brewed up another one of your favorites.” FART “Oh yeah, breathe that in.” FART “Robbie Rockets are the only air you’re gonna get for a long while.” FART “Damn I’m a nasty bastard, haha.” FART “Buckle up my former best friend, NGH… I’ll be launching all night long… UGH”  

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[facefartdreams]

So this is turning out WAY more romantic and self indulgent than I planned. Lmk what you think cause im 😳 blushing at myself rn.

This level of daydreaming is normal and healthy, right?

Been sitting on some thoughts about a gassy Alex, so I thought id finally share them. This isnt a coherent plot or anything, just my imagination going in roughly chronological order.

Warning! Contains fictional fart imagines about a real person! Dont like? Look away!

Alex is definitely your stereotypical guy when it comes to fart humor. He thinks theyre hilarious, if a bit crass. The key part here being that hes actually *incredibly* shy about his own farts. He hides just how gassy he is unless hes alone, or already been cutting loose with some friendly encouragement.

This is actually the exact scenario in which you first witness his secret gassy talents. A party of some kind, long after 95 percent of the attendees left, leaving only you, him, his closest bros, and maybe their dates. He wouldnt have started the fart jokes, one of the more shameless friends would have gotten everyone else going. After a few minutes of them joking and laughing and pranking eachother ("Fire in the hole!", "Pull my finger!", "Bet you cant do better than this!"), probably some light teasing of him as well trying to convince him to participate, Alex would finally blow the competition away. Literally. His shows of gastrointestinal prowess would be loud, boisterous, and effortless as he sent his friends and the rest of the remnants of the party into hysterics.

Stories would start to flow from his friends of just how insane his farts were all his life. Shocking to all who were there to listen. The time he warded off a bully with nothing but a well timed rip. The time he made his friend's dog yelp and hide for the rest of the birthday party one year. The time he covertly delayed a test in school by making the classroom so noxious the teacher had to go home for the day, giving everyone an extension.

All these stories known only to him and his bestest few friends. And now their dates. And now you. The other dates were doing the typical "Ew!" and "Gross!" while laughing along. You of course, were overjoyed and incredibly aroused that this hunk of a man you met a week ago had such gassy talent hidden away. (Who knew he could make music from both ends?)

The final story doesnt finish however, though only you notice why and how, since youre the only one actually listening and not losing their mind at the simple mention of a fart.

One of his friends starts a new story between fits of laughter, somethign along the lines of: "And-and then.... *laughter* there was this one sleepover where Zane and - *more laughter* Zane and I had the bright idea to try this fucken..... trick we saw on the inter-". Your ears perk up because you know exactly what hes talking about, and so does Alex. You watch as, with a swiftness you havent seen from him before, Alex plants his jeans clad ass directly in the face of his friend, cutting his story off short, and rips the gnarliest most boisterous fart of the night directly in his poor friends face. Everyone is sent into an uproar of laughter once again as Alex and his friend struggle for dominance on the floor, now wrestling like idiots. Alex wins, of course, not without the help of his gym routine and a few more well timed guffs.

Nobody else is privy to what exactly just happened. They dont really care, of course. Alex does however. You can tell because his face is shades of red you didnt think possible to achieve by human skin. You can tell that he knows that you know. He doesnt meet your gaze for the rest of the night, wich admittedly doesn't last long. His friends are out of gas for their little party trick (though Alex isn't, not that he'd admit that). Everyone goes home, and you and your date approach his car together.

(ignore that this isnt at night)

Like a gentleman, he lets you in the car first. He's still blushing. You sit in the passengers side seat alone for a touch longer than youd expect to be normal, though you cant see what could have held him up. He opens the car door and as hes sitting down, a loud, ripping, and wet sound comes out of his ass as he sits.

"Was saving that for the grand finale, but everyone left before we got there. Looks like you get a front row seat." he says, giggling and avoiding eye contact. You giggle along, youre not suddenly above thinking farts are funny just because you also get off to them, though your gaze never leaves him. He gets redder yet and sits in silence for a while.

"I know its only been like a week, so sorry if" he gestures to the house and then to himself "all that was too much. Just got caught in the moment." his smile has faded as you can see the defensive self conciousness take hold of his face.

"Oh not at all." you say to him, never breaking your eye contact or your slight, coy smile. "In fact nothing you did tonight turned me off from you at all."

His face eases, which makes you smile more. You both notice the smell from his last fart for the first time, though only he reacts to it with a laugh, fanning the air, and a slight "Sorry about that."

You go in for the kill. "It actually had the exact opposite effect, I would say." This makes him break out of his embarrasment and helps him make eye extended eye contact with you for the first time in two hours. You see his smile half fade into a look of confusion, as he considers your words. You decide not to spell it out for him yet. He looks you up and down.

He notices how youre leaning towards him over the middle console of his car. He notices how youre still smiling at him like you have been for two hours. He notices how you *didnt* react to the smell he just released into the car not 3 minutes ago. His smile never fades, but you watch as he starts to put the pieces together in his head. You dont think hes completely got a grasp of just how ravenous you can be, but does seem to get that you arent like most people when it comes to farts. His face shows no signs of disgust or disapproval.

It would be him who breaks the trance of being lost in each others eyes. He tests his theory on you with another fart into his car seat. Closing one eye to push harder. This one is smaller, like someone doing a tiny raspberry with their lips. (though you are keenly aware of which pair of lips this one came from). Neither of you react openly to it, confirming his theory. He leans in and kisses you, sweet and tenderly with his hand on your chin. (lets say this is your first?) The kiss goes as long as you both want it to, because it feels right, like butterflies in your stomach, like you both are gonna be seeing much more of each other.

"Lets get you home." he says, sweetly, smiling bigger than youve seen all night.

~~~~~~~~~~

After a while, you two would have been on a few more dates. Very romantic though not too extravagent. Local diners he has childhood memories of, seeing movies that would be dealbreakers for both of you (if he doesnt like rocky horror, throw him out). It's been roughly 2 months of seeing eachother since the party, and no you havent had sex yet (hes a good christian boy, remember?). Neither have there been anymore gassy displays of his talent, outside of the occasional slip up that he jokingly denys, or fart during his sleep after hes passed out during the 20th episode of Hotel Hell (INSANE show btw).

This changes, however, the night he takes you to a bowling alley.

An all night bowling alley with an arcade and a skating ring. Not prohibitively expensive either, which makes how long it took you two to go here a crime, honestly. A triple date with two of his friends you met at The Party™, though they wouldnt be participating in the gassy antics that would ensue.

Skating was first, though you both quickly realized you are shit at skating, making it a hilarious but short lived endeavor. Thankfully no injuries, other than to your ego. You six decide to start bowling. Just enough people to fill an aisle, and just enough people to avoid needing to stand up and sit down so close together to make you want to die. The night was going perfectly and it had barely even started.

Not to mention, Alex was looking *particularly* nice in that outfit. Short sleeves show off his big arms and small tattoos. He had mentioned wanting to crop it himself since he had been growing more comfortable in shorter shirts. You find yourself wishing he had before tonight. Those jeans he was wearing, though, were what was really driving you crazy. You had never seen a pair fit someone *just so perfectly* before, though it wasnt crazy enough to be drawing the attention of everyone in the establishment. It was a perfection that only someone with a habit of oggling at his behind would notice and appreciate. You find yourself wishing his turn was after yours, as everytime he gets up to bowl you end up so distracted you only barely realize its your turn already. How anyone let someone like you in public is beyond you, truly.

You dont think you are alone in this, however, as you noticed that Alex has been looking at you with eyes youve only rarely seen him allow to be obvious. Whether its intentionally obvious, youre not sure. What you are sure of is that you are not the only one who appreciates the outfit you picked out today.

Time for a small tangent: His apprent overwhelming desire is suprising to you. Though you two havent had anything resembling intercourse before, you havent exactly been prude about sex or its related topics either. Neither has there been any sort of agreement, implicit or otherwise, about waiting for marriage for that kind of thing. You and Alex have shared many an intimate detail and moment together; stayed the night with each other, shared a bed, gotten back pimples he cant reach, etc. You were letting these moments come naturally whenever they do. Especially after the interesting undertones of what was essentially your first real date, you wanted him to go at his own pace. (Also considering that you have had a few sexual partners and even shared this information with him, minus the gory details. His omission of any of his has caused suspicion in you that he has not had any.)

The game goes on for a long while like this, considering theres six participants. Eventually it becomes obvious who is going to even have a chance at coming out on top, Alex and his friend Zane, though you are outdoing even your own expectations by coming out in a solid third.

Halfway through the second game, Zane's date had gone to the bathroom and the other couple had went to the food court to get refreshments and another pizza. Zane gets a spare and taunts Alex with his assuredly very macho display of bowling prowess.

The tv screens indicate its now Alex's turn, though at this point nobody needs reminding of the order. He grabs the dark red bowling ball he picked out before the first game, claims he "doesn't even need bowling shoes to do better than you, Zane" and bowls down nine of the pins with a flourish.

"Lets see if you can do at least as good as me then, knuckle head." Zane says, earing a scoff from his friend. You see a single bead of sweat rolls down his forhead, on the side of his face only you would be able to see from your angle, while he waits for his ball to return. Clearly theres something else on his mind.

"Watch and learn, amateur!" he says as he walks up to bowl, rather too swiftly. He loses his footing and falls forward, thankfully not too spectacularly. The fall however was not the problem. A loud, fluttering, and wet fart explodes out of his ass. It goes on for about 5 whole seconds as Alex's face takes on a shade of red you know all too well.

Either Zane doesn't see his face or doesnt care much for public humiliation (he was always more comfortable with these kinds of things) and says, "Yea yea yea, gasbag we are all very impressed with your mastery of the force, now hit the pin!" Alex swiftly dusts himself off and (much more carefully) bowls down the last pin. Hes put on a normal face, but you see right through his facade as he sits back down on the bench mext to you. "You know, Alex," Zane continues, "chemical weapons aren't allowed in bowling."

"Ohh like you would know, Mr. 'I've Read Every Rulebook on Bowling Ever'." your date retorts, his voice unfaltering to everyones ear except yours. "Its your turn, by the way." he says trying to move on from the moment.

When you go up to bowl, you cant help but smell it. Not too horrible, but not ignorable either. Just like that night two months ago. You bowl, completely averagely, and return to a new pizza and drinks brought back to the table. You sit next to Alex who has suffieciently dodged the moment he desperstely didnt want, in public no less. You place a hand on his thigh as he continues previous conversations with the others. You squeeze tight enough to hopefully relay a twofold message. Reassurance, and also desire.

The game ends, Zane taking first, Alex second, and you third. Exactly as you expected. You all decide to try out the arcade. Most of the games are two or one player, meaning you will get more alone time with Alex.

"Sorry about that, earlier." he says, while you are trying a game that seems to be an off brand Galaga, "Im not lactose intolerant necessarily, but pizza kind of always does that to me."

"You know im not bothered by that, sexy." you say taking your full attention away from the game and giving it to him. He blushes again at your boldness and comfort in semi-private public. The game over jingle plays and the game prompts you insert another credit.

"R-right uhm, lets go try out this game!" he manages to stammer.

He leads you to a basketball game on the back wall of the arcade, where most of the older and more dejected games reside. "I'm crazy good at these." he claims.

"Oh really? Cause im dogshit at basketball." He inserts a credit and looks back at you with a coy smile.

"Well then, watch and learn." he says, almost a whisper. The callback to 30 minutes ago giving you slight chills.

He proceeds to play the game perfectly, not that these games would be hard for someone with even a slight grasp of basketball related skills. Swish, swish, swish, over and over for 2 and a half of the 3 minutes he is alloted.

"Ope wait," he says as he squats slightly, not looking at you, focused entirely on the game and winning. A high pitched airy fart is released as he throws another basket. 15 seconds are left. "Waitwaitwait" he bends over and backs his perfect ass onto your hip. He farts for a solid 10 seconds, directly onto you. Rumbly and low and so *long*. He makes one more basket. He made the high score, even with 'wasting' 10 seconds farting on you. A modest amount of tickets are dispensed as he turns around you, beaming his perfect smile. Not a single hue of red to be found.

"See! I told you!" he seems proud of his display of mastery over this silly arcade game, its incredibly adorable. "You didnt doubt me, did you?"

"If I did, you definitely proved me wrong." You arent sure of what else to say. This is the first time hes farted on you, let alone *near* you, completely without inhibition. You don't think youve ever been more attracted to someone. "Any other hidden talents you wanna show me tonight?"

"Oh, plenty." he says with a wink, "Lets check out a few more games first." He gasps, making you jump. "Is that MARIO KART?"

And hes off. Leaving you in his gas cloud, assuming you are already following. You decide to stay put for a second, taking in his smelly work. He was right, pizza sure does something to him. You cant say you aren't a fan though.

You catch up to him a few moments later. You would have lost him if he hadn't stuck his head out of a nearby enclosed booth. "There you are! Get in here, i wanna kick your ass in the best racing game ever made."

He pulls you into the two person booth. Its dark, and completely black on the inside. Very small windows to kind of maybe see the game thats being played from behind, and thick colorful curtains that offer more privacy than you were expecting. The seats are sticky, keeping in line with nearly every surface of this place. You also cant help but notice that it is remarkably soundproofed. The loud and constant sensory overload of the arcade and bowling alleys are significantly muffled in here. Theres also a smell here that you hadn't noticed outside the booth, faint but noticable. He didn't already,,,,, did he?

"I call Mario, hes my main." You ignore the irony of him claiming a 'main' in a casual party game like this, and lock in Yoshi. "Bro Yoshi is so lightweight, youre gonna get knocked around the whole race,"

"Then I simply just won't get hit. Easy" you claim with a comedic level of confidence.

"We'll see about that then," he says with a pause, "Smelly."

"Oh very rich coming from-"

"Im hitting start!" he cuts you off with a shit eating grin. He is going to be the death of you. Tonight if hes not careful.

The course intro plays revealing the ranch level with the cow obstacles. "Wont get hit, right." He says. Something about his demeanor is subtly different now, though you cant place what exactly. You recognize his master plan when the countdown starts.

On 3, you hear "Oh shit, wait" and you turn to look at him, about to say something witty surely.

On 2, he's lifted up the leg that was touching yours and scrunches up his face in full concentration. A rumbly fart vibrates the seat and warms up your thigh.

On 1, he continues, but gives you a knowing looks that makes you melt.

On go, hes done and already gotten a lead on you. He was getting the timing on the start boost the whole time. He was distracting you. He races with a shit eating grin that erases any doubt in your mind. He knows *exactly* what he is doing.

When you finally start participating in the race, a couple seconds in, you almost immediately slam directly into a cow obstacle. "You just wont get hit huh?!" he says to rub salt in the wound in your pride.

"Well its not fair when you-"

"When I what?" he cuts you off, daring you to admit whats going on. Daring you to call this teasing what its is. Not just a hunk of a man playing with his farts in front of his date, but a sexually charged show of acceptance of your kinky desires, and an impressive show of gaseous skill. Like a peacock. But, you know, with farts.

You concede, deciding you rather like his teasing side and dont want to 'pop the bubble' of sexual tension just yet. At least you hope its sexual tension.

"Chemical weapons arent allowed in Mario Kart either, you know. Theres not a whoopie cusion powerup." you carefully probe the boundaries of this little game you seem to be playing together. Not the videogame, the other more exciting game between just you two.

"Well maybe they should add one, then, just for me." he proclaims. A brief grunt, and hes making the bench rumble again. "Though maybe that would just be redundant."

Needless to say, he kicks your ass. He takes 1st and you claim a very solid 6th. You scoot yourself even closer to him and wrap your arms around his middle, starting to take up his own personal space. "Why are you taking your hands off the wheel? Theres 3 more races."

You give him your best 'i need you carnally' eyes, "I'm feeling too distracted to participate, though I wanna see you smash these CPUs that someone decided to put on the hardest difficulty."

"Are you sure? we can always play another game or call it a ni-"

"No." its your turn to cut him off. "I'm really ok being right here with you. I'll let you know if that changes."

A small pause from him, his breathing slightly caught in his throat, "Ok, we dont have to go anywhere. But here, lets get more comfortable."

He leans forward and lifts up off the seat. He gives you that same look he's been saving only for your eyes all night. You realize what hes asking.

"Good idea." you say as you slide under him to let him sit on your lap. Hes not too tall so you can still see comfortably over his shoulder, though he does weigh more than you so its a touch uncomfy. You don't care though, since his ass is sitting directly on your crotch. (Now, if youd like to imagine yourself having a phallus, there is no universe where he wouldn't immediately realize how hard you are.)

Your arms are still wrapped around his waist as he starts the next race with a "You're going down, Toad." Your racer remains stationary at the start, getting hit by shells and other racers every time they drive by. You notice, with your hands in closer proximity than they've ever willfully been to his crotch, hes turned on too. *Incredibly so*. Though his mannerisms rarely show it. He still smashes the competition, small quips and vocalizations from him displaying his immersion in the game. He really doesn't like Toad.

His farts are flowing completely uninhibited now. Now that hes not sitting directly against the hard plastic of the seat, he can let rip without fear of the sound attracting unwanted attention. The attention he *is* getting hes made clear that he very much wants. From your vantage, they are far from silent. Rumbly and low, some squeaky and short. Most are long and would have been so boisterous as to make your grandma blush, if it werent for your nether regions taking and absorbing them. You can feel every blast of wind, every adjusting of his posture, every stomach rumble. The smell is completely unmistakable now. His body, pressed up against your own, starting to sweat slightly from close proximity, nerves, and the rising humidity in the space. Each fart, ripped mercilessly onto your most sensative parts.

Needless to say you didnt notice when he finished the last race (taking first place, obviously). "Hell yea! Eat shit Toad!" he pumps his fist and farts again. "That guys been on my ass all night!" He turns around and notices its your turn to be a blushing mess. His grin tells you the irony was fully intentional. "You ok still?"

You can only muster a smile and a nod, truly at a loss for words in this moment.

"Good, I wanted to adjust something really quick then." He sits up slightly making you realize just how much you were being slightly crushed. He grabs your right hand, the one closest to the curtain, unbuttons his jeans (not touching the zipper) and thrusts your hand down the seat of his pants. His underwear is silky and soft as your hand sinks into the heft of his right ass cheek. You instinctively give it a squeeze and let out a small groan of suprise and pleasure.

"Shhh, careful." he hushes, putting a large and reassuring hand over your mouth. His eye contact is mesmerizing. "Gotta be quieter than that, ok?" Again all you can do is nod, though this time talking isnt much of an option.

"You know, I'm actually loving that you're into this." He said it. You suppose it'd be ridiculous to deny at this point. You're just suprised that its been him taking each step forward into these weird desires of yours so boldly.

"But," he continues, "I want this to be just between me and you, ok?" You notice in this moment that his eyes are dilated, and hes trembling very slightly. He looks like a cat thats about to pounce on his prey. Behind it all, though, you can tell hes scared. Scared and pleading with you. He wants you, *only you*, to know about this part of him.

"So, keep quiet, and enjoy the show. Maybe tonight, we can stay at my place and you can get a taste of just how good at this I am?" His smile tells you that you dont have to say anything. He inserts another game token, and locks in Mario.

Thankfully, nobody else wanted to play Mario Kart that night. Though they'll likely have to fumigate the unit before allowing the public access to it again.

You don't know how many games he played. You didn't care. He was marking his territory on your hand the entire time. Your hand eventually glided from his right cheek to the valley in between. His underwear may as well not exist, though it remains a very important barrier that he has not broken down yet. These barriers are his to show you through, and you to enjoy the anticipation of whats behind them.

You left hand had started to drift under the front of his shirt, and further south. You went slowly, trepidatious that it may be too much for him right now. He only tensed up slightly when you first suggested you wanted to head that direction, giving him pause before saying "Yea, go ahead". He is big, and he is definitely hard. Still, you stayed at the inderwear level, for the same reasons your other hand didn't either.

After who knows how many races, most of which he came on first, you both hear a familiar voice.

"There you guys are!" its Zane, outside the booth. Your left hand quickly shoots up out of the front of his pants, though you have not the time nor the skill to remove your right or button up his jeans in time.

"We were looking for you guys, the place closes in 10 minutes." Zane pokes his head through the curtain on your left side, none the wiser of where your right hand could be. The rest, however is plain to both see and smell. "Jeez man, remind me to never buy you pizza again."

For the briefest of moments your heart is completely still, unsure of what to do. Of course you would get caught what the hell were you both thinking?

Thats as far as your thoughts go before Alex speaks up. "You say that every time we get pizza together, and you still do it."

"Lets get you two lovebirds out of here before gasbag here makes the whole arcade inhospitable. Come on, quit canoodling!" Zanes expression seems knowing, but shows no signs of disgust. You suppose he must be used to Alex's smell by now.

His friend is gone, and Alex slides off of your lap. His eyes are still hungry looking, though his smile is sweet and tender. "Come on, my place has a nice shower." he pauses to consider the forwardness of his words. "I mean, if you would still- if youd like to go home-" You cut him off with a kiss.

"I would love to go back to your place, unless you think I smell to bad?"

He kisses you again, his confidence returned. "No I dont think so, but you should probably wash your hand." he chuckles as he leaves the booth. You sniff your hand and realize what he meant. Thats the closest your face has ever been to his ass. Your arousal returns with a vengance, and you hope thats not where tonight ends.

~~~~~~~~~~

Everyone is piled into Zanes car. You all decided to carpool since gas is expensive as hell and Zane has a big ass car. He asks you to resend your address to his phone, to which you inform him that you will be staying at Alex's tonight. "Oh, ok, easier for me." he says, his voice revealing nothing. Though his eyes through the rearview mirror almost seam to say "Yea I figured."

The drive is quiet and uneventful. Everyone is likely tired from a long day, though you are wound up like a spring. Alex is holding your hand, your right hand specifically, maintining its warmth. If either of you smell like Alex's butt still, nobody mentions it.

(again, imagin its nighttime)

His apartment is clean and spacious, and his neighbors recently moved out. Of course, its definitely a bit of a bachelor pad. You can tell he doesnt get visitors often. Its not dirty, just untidy. You suspect he didnt plan on taking you home with him tonight.

He makes no mention of you needing a shower when you walk in. "Gimme just a sec, be right back." he says as he makes a swift, but not urgent beeline to his bedroom.

It isn't often you find yourself in his apartment. if theres going to be an overnight stay for either of you, its usually him staying at yours. The livingroom has large windows letting in a lot of natural light, which gives the room a completely different feel than you're used to.

You also notice how his kitchen isn't very tidy either, though its far from the barebones kitchen units youd expect from a single man his age. He mentioned once or twice that he "dabbles" in cooking, and you now see what he means. Unorganized, cabinet doors left open, strange organization habits. You cant help but look inside as you walk up to close the cabinet doors yourself. You find that ingredient and spice organization is clearly not his strong suit. Bags of popcorn stored next to a three quarters full bag of rice. Cans of soup next to a packet of,,,, is that a packet of yeast? Somehow he has two bottles of different brand olive oil in two different cabinets accross each other. Both opened and half empty.

Before you can wonder how he managed to accomplish that, his voice from the room snaps you back to the excitement of the night.

"Hey! Come here real quick!" he half yells from his room.

As you enter, you are beholden to a very welcome sight. Alex is naked from the waist up, standing between the end of his bed and his mirror, holding his phone up to take a picture of himself.

"Forgot to make a post today." oh right, his job. You watch as he finds an angle that frames his chest, arms, and behind perfectly to his liking. Just slutty enough for his (and your) tastes. He makes a cute little face, almost a smoulder, and you hear as he rips an absolutely thunderous and titanic fart as he holds the pose. It goes on for several seconds, leaving you stunned in silence the entire time. At the end of the 12 second long emission, he snaps the picture. "Perfect, I'll just schedule that to post tomorrow morning."

He looks back at you, feigning ignorance with that cute smile he loves to pull. "What?"

"Really?" you ask, putting on a facade of your own, making his face go red again.

"What?!" he half whines, putting on an almost pouty face as he turns away to write a caption.

You walk up and place a hand firmly on his ass, grabbing longingly, wanting to do a little boundary pushing of your own. "You tell me what." you tease, leaning in for a kiss.

Before you connect, he farts again, right into your palm, as he has already done so many times tonight. He turns away from your kiss and goes to lay face down on the bed. As he turns, you catch a glimpse of red on his cheeks.

Worried you went too far, you sit next to him on the bed. You touch his arm gently, "You know, if it's all too much, we don't have to do anything. I know whe havent really talked about.... *those* kind of boundaries before." It's true, not out of anything intentional from either of you, it just never came up in conversation. You like his gentlemanly, almost chivalrous persona he puts on in public. Though you were always dissapointed that he never seemed to be comfy enough to fully drop it.

"No it's not-" he starts talking into the pillow, cutting himself off and sighing deeply. You watch as his muscles relax, and he turns to look at you directly. "It isn't that I don't want to. It's just..." You don't interject, letting him collect his thoughts. "It was always a thing with me and my friends. And it was hilarious. And we loved it. But at some point it was, different for me."

You feel heat in the back of your neck as you already know what hes about to describe.

"It never stopped being funny, but they all seemed to grow out of it more. Believe it or not. But I never did, I still wanted to joke around like that. And then I noticed that I wasn't even really laughing at it anymore, but I still wanted to-"

You place a finger on his lips. Your right hand. You make deep, serious eye contact with him before you say, "I know." In that moment you watch him go through every emotion available to him, before landing on understanding. His eyes dialate again and turn slightly pleading, like a dog begging for something they dont fully understand. You both realize just how close you've cuddled together on the bed, and you both remember what you were doing in a Mario Kart booth 30 minutes ago. What he was doing with that hand you are currently holding to his lips.

The moment breaks and hes on top of you. Kissing you wildly and hungrily. Grasping and reaching for something, any part of you to hold onto. Your hands instinctively went to his ass. Kneading them through his jeans like dough. He has just awakened a beast that lives inside of you both, and it demands a feast.

Your shirt came off at some point during the eating of each others faces. You notice this only when he breaks free and leans backward, beginning to tower over you in all his shirtless glory. His pants putton is still undone and his fly is doing its best. His stomach rumbles slightly, just audible enough for you both to hear it and for him to give you a knowing smirk.

"Wait," he says, as if violently pulling the pair of beasts back by their leash, "I don't really...." a pause "know what I'm doing." Before you can say your reassurances, he says, "Oh no I've had sex before, just nothing worth writing home about. I guess I know why, now."

A brief moment of introspection from him, before continuing, "I was going to say, that ive never done anything like this," he gestures down at where your still clothed privates are rubbing against eachother, "So, I'm going to just wing it, and I want you to trust me like I trust you, ok? If theres anything you're not comfy with, let me know and I'll stop immediately."

You nod, a little too frantically. "The same goes to you. I've dabbled in this, but you havent. Take it at your pace, ok?"

Through his eyes you watch his heart melt in real time. "Ok." is all he says before hes lifting up and removing his jeans.

You help him, sensually touching his thighs in places youve never explored before, and as fast as he got up hes back down on top of you as before. You feel the weight of his heavy balls through his white Calvin Klein briefs (he always had expensive taste in clothes. underwear too, apparently). His two large globes of an ass sitting directly on your privates. You haven't forgotten what its capable of.

"I did say I was gonna show you my talents tonight." He says, the red on his face from arousal, not embarrassment. "So I have something to confess to you."

Your inquisitive look speaks for you, and he continues, "That party, couple months ago, when i cut off Gabe from telling that story about me? Well I wanna tell you it now." He notices how both your face and your nethers react to this. "I also want to show you."

He lifts a leg over you, and starts to turn around as he tells his story. "You see, I made Gabe shut up at the party because I specifically requested that none of them talk about that night. You know, scouts honor or something to that effect." His bulbous ass is now front and center in your vision. "It wasn't traumatic or anything, just not a side of myself I wanted widely known. You know with my career and all. Also wouldve made it hard to get dates." You were hoping he knew how much him taking his time was driving you crazy.

"Well, that internet trick Gabe mentioned, was a trick to fart whenever you want." Thats the first time hes said the word 'Fart' in front of you. "We all learned how to do it, and it was an insanely hilarious night. Though I honestly blew the competition out of the park."

His hands were down the back of his underwear now. His knees spread apart slightly, and he goes face down, ass up on the bed in front of you. "Which im sure isn't a suprise to you." He pulls his cheeks apart slightly and sucks in his gut in an odd way. You hear a loud and deep wooshing sound as you understand what he just did.

He looks over his shoulder at you. "I hope you appreciate my skills as much as they did that night." A loud and boisterous fart explodes out of his ass. Its sound is like a stock sound effect for a fake fart in TV shows or movies, but this one is *oh so real*. You watch as his underwear literally flutters from the force of it. You can't take it anymore and dive right into his cheeks, muffling it halfway. Your arms wrap around his waist and your hand stops right on his member, honestly completely unintentionally.

He laughs, a genuine laugh charged with sexual gratitude and just a hint of cockyness. His next words send a chill down your spine. "You want me to take off my underwear?"

You dont answer, instead removing them for him. He exclaims suprise, and releases a short fart to allevate any anxieties you may hold. His ass is beautiful. Covered in thin and short blonde hairs only visible from this distance, with a deeper jungle in his crack. His cheeks are bubbly, but also toned, revealing his trips to the gym aren't fruitless. You run your hands over them gently but firmly, barely revealing the sloghtest glimpse of his hole that hides behind all that perfection.

"Wait wait wait, take this one." he says straining. he bends forward slightly, revealing more of his hole and his balls hanging down under it. The fart he releases is blustery, deep, and sends a shiver down your spine with its musky, but not overpowering smell. He may be farting on command, but he was still gassy before he started. The fart lasts at least 20 seconds, or was it only 5? Its difficult to count when youre in such ecstacy. He laughs at his fart again, sending even more chills to your junk.

"I'm so glad I'm not rhe only one enjoying this." As he says this, your grasping right hand has found his erect member, and has started stroking it slowly. He is rather girthy, and long. Lucky you.

"Oh fuck hold on-" he releases another fart. This time your nose finds his hole like its laser guided, your mouth begining to lick and pleasure his sack. This fart is high pitched and squeaky, though as you stroke him he bends forward into the pleasure, causing it to become lower and airier.

With your left you begin to pleasure yourself, frantically and more sloppy than you typically do. Alex is fully bent over now, squirming and moaning cutely under your touch.

"O-Oh fuck, I, I'm-" he rips a small, but very loud fart right on your nose. His hole pulses and squirms agaisnt your nose, as your vision is overtaken by his massive ass cheeks.

"H-Here." he says, stammering. His gut flexes in that odd way once again, and he sucks in more air to his anus right against your face. His hand reaches back and grabs the back of your head, puching you deeper into his cheeks. "Wouldn't want you to miss this."

He releases a barrage of farts, one after the other, right onto your nose as he moans and groans and grunts your name out loud. He doesn't stop holding you in his ass, he doesn't want you to miss a single second of this, not that youd want to anyways. The gas is unending, its almost overwhelming. You however, were made for this. Your face sits so perfectly between his cheeks, nobody else is as perfect to be taking all his farts right now.

Your pumling on his dick speeds up. He tenses and farts another ripper that you sniff with gusto. His breathing quickens. Hes needing to catch his breath between pushes to rip more on your face. He can feel how ravenous you are for more in the way your mouth and tongue lap hungrily at his balls. He refuses to dissapoint, and never does.

He starts releasing smaller, quick ones in rapid succession now. Your pumps, licks, and sniffs start to sync up with his rips. Youre both getting louder, his moans approaching climax. You cant vocalize as your mouth is full of his balls. "I'm- It's -Ah!"

The finale, he farts right into your nostrils as you both cum in unison. Making a horrible mess of his crumpled up sheets. Not to mention the sweat and the smell that will have to come out in the wash. Neither of you move from your positions immediately. Though he is the first to get up. He removes the soiled top sheet and doesnt replace it before laying in bed next to you.

He grasps you tightly in his arms, and pulls you under the covers with him. Still naked and sweaty and smelly. Neither of you care. Youve never been held so tight before.

Your hands rest comfortably cupping his ass. You fit like a glove together. "Ooop wait." he rips a fart directly into your cupped hands. A moment of silence before "I'm not gonna stop all night, you know."

You kiss him on the forehead. "I know. Its hot." He smiles contentedly into your chest, and farts again.

[facefartdreams]

A Rodeo to Remember

The loud cheer of the crowd caused you to nearly cover your ears. You’d only been here a few minutes, and you were already sick of it. You didn’t know exactly how you’d let your boyfriend drag you out here, but you certainly knew how this day would end. You’d begun to grow sick of him lately and was planning on breaking up with him once this show was over. You basically had almost nothing in common with him and, most of all, hated his gross, disgusting ‘humour’ if you could even call it that. If it weren’t for his raging good looks, you would’ve left him a long time ago.

“Hey there, big boy.”

Speak of the devil. You looked over to see your “boyfriend” coming over to you, carrying a tray of food. He was also wearing that silly cowboy hat, that so many other guys were wearing. You have to admit, you did feel a little hungry and considered grabbing one of the nachos on his tray. He sat down next to you with a smile.

“Sorry I took a while. I was in the bathroom taking a pretty big dump, that coffee and eggs I had for breakfast just went right through me. But I got some food for us on the way back.”

Ugh, hearing that put you right off your appetite. You sighed and turned your head away. He just laughed.

“Aww, don’t be like that. Come here, I’ll make it up to you.”

You sighed, looking back at him. It was that dam alluring smile he gave you that always somehow kept you coming back to him, every time you’d thought about leaving. You sighed and decided to lean in hoping for a nice surprise. Instead, you saw him lean to the side, pointing his jean cladded ass in your direction, and squeezed one eye.

FFRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT

A small tuba sounding fart rang out from his ass. You didn’t even have time to react before the smell of beans and eggs hit your nose, causing you to react badly and waft it away. Your boyfriend just laughed, as if it was one of the funniest things ever.

“Oh man, you always fall for that doncha?”

See what you meant? His humour is just repulsive. You couldn’t take it anymore, you were sick of him, his farts, his over descriptions of his toilet habits, this rodeo and everything about him in general. You considered breaking the news to him now but couldn’t bring yourself to do it face to face, at least not yet. You’d do it as soon as you got home (considering he was your only ride back). You stood up and said you were going to get some ‘air’.

“Ok then, I’ll see you later. Also, if you’re going to use the bathroom, avoid stall 4 cause that was the one I used and hoooboy, it was a real stinker.”

That was the last thing you heard before he started sniggering and you walked away. You’d just about reached your limit. The question was, where would you go now. You looked around and noticed a free bench at the far end of the stadium where he wouldn’t be able to see you. You sat down and pulled out your phone to distract yourself from this silly show. You noticed that it was on low charge and sighed, wishing you’d charged it before you left.

You leaned back, but then stumbled, as you remembered that these stalls didn’t have any back rests. Before you could react, you tumbled over backwards and hit the ground bellow. You looked around and realised you were trapped under the stall, with a beam of light from the gap in the seat shining over you.

You were about to jump up and leave when suddenly, out of nowhere, four other guys sat upon the bench, blocking your way out. They all appeared to dress the same as your boyfriend, with jeans on and wearing those stupid hats. All you could now see was their tight asses sticking over the bench, directly above you.

“See boys, I told you would make it in time.”

“Yeah well, we would’ve made it sooner if we didn’t stop at that buffet.”

“Well, you know me boy, I love me some beans.”

You could only just hear their voices, but it was a little muffled. Yet, you couldn’t help noticing that one of their voices sounded somewhat familiar. You didn’t have time to worry about that though, as you had to figure a way out. You thought about asking them to move, but then realised you’d have to come up with an explanation to why you were there in the first place. You didn’t want to look like some kind of pervert. As you were thinking of an escape, you were bought to the attention of a certain noise that you were all too familiar with. A noise you really didn’t wish to hear right now.

BBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP

It had a low trombone sound. It was slightly muffled by his jeans, but it was the unmistakable sound of a fart from one of the cowboys above you. You heard the cowboy on the right laugh heartily as the smell began to hit your nose.

“Speaking of beans, you boys better hold onto your hats, because I’m about to get windier than a hurricane.”

You desperately wafted away the smell. This had to be the worst luck imaginable. You didn’t know how long the show was going to last, but you couldn’t stay here.

FFFFFFFRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT

Seriously? Another small blast, bassy came from the booty next to him, followed by his laughter as well. You were thankful that the sound, and somewhat smell, was at least muffled by their jeans. What were the chances of always being stuck close to flatulent maniacs like this?

“Now that’s some real southern wind right there.” It disgusted you that these men seemed to have no shame. They were no worse than your boyfriend. You continued to try and look for a way out, without disturbing them. As you were doing so, you heard a strange hissing noise. You weren’t sure where it was coming from, but didn’t care right now. That was before your nose was suddenly assaulted by a stench of rotten meat that made you halt in your tracks and actually cover your nose. From above, you could hear the others react to it and laugh as well as comment about it.

“And that’s why they call me the silent skunk.” The guy on the far left said gleefully. Whilst the others had been bad, this one was a little too much. You finally let out a cough, pretty loudly at that. There was a short silence, as you suddenly realised what you’d done.

“Well, well boys, lookie what we got here.” You turned your head up to see that all 4 of them were now looking down at you. You froze, unable to find the words of what to say.

“Some kind of perv trying to get a good look at our asses?” There was a fierce undertone in their voices that made you feel worried.

“Wait a god damm minute, I know you.” Said the one on the left, you looked over at him and recognised his face. A few weeks ago, your boyfriend had forcibly taken you down to a bar, where he began chatting with a few guys. There was this one guy he particularly got on with, which he started shamelessly having a fart competition with, to which a lot of the other bar guys cheered them on. His name was Robert, you think. The whole thing had disgusted you and was one of the reasons that you’d wanted to break up with him. You didn’t even care about when he'd told you he was going to the bathroom with that guy to play ‘battleshits’, whatever that was, it sounded gross. They could’ve hooked up for all you cared, as it would’ve saved you having to break up. But now here he was, directly above you… small world.

“This is the guy who was talking about breaking up with Jerry, for saying he farts too much.” Wait, had you told him that? You had gotten rather drunk, so maybe you rambled something to him at some point. “What’s the matter boy, scared of a little wind?”

“It’s alright, maybe you just need a whiff of some proper gas. How bout we give this boy a first-hand experience?” Your eyes shot open widely. They wouldn’t, would they? You then heard the others cheer and agree. Oh god, they would. Then, to your terror, all 4 of them began to pull down their jeans and pants, fully exposing their bare asses above you. Their fat, jiggling asses where now pointed directly above you, with nowhere for you to escape.

“This is what you get for trying to break Jerry’s heart. Come on boys, let’s get rooting TOOTING!” You quickly tried to cover your nose with your shirt, but it didn’t make that much difference, as each of their asses began blasting.

BBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT

FFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT

FFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRTTTTTT

BBBBBBBBBSBSBSBSPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBB

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT

FFFFFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT

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Their asses roared as the show continued on for what felt like forever. You could hear them whooping and hollering, combined with them grunting and laughing at you. The stench of beans, eggs and rotten meat was getting trapped, entering your nostrils under the stands. You desperately tried to look for a way out, but the loud blasts coming from above you were distracting you from your thoughts of escape.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you heard the guys get up and pull up their jeans. They looked down at you, as you felt on the verge of passing out, smirking.

“Now that’s some payback. Phew, that smells worse than a manure field in the summer sun.” One of them said, smiling at you.

“Oh, and don’t think you’re off the hook yet, because I’m going to tell Jeremy the truth, something that I bet you were too scared to do. See you later fart boy.” Robert said, looking darkly at you. And with that, they all headed off, leaving you finally free to scramble out and gasp for air. You got a few strange looks from a few people walking by, but you didn’t care. You stumbled out to the entrance and looked at your phone. You’d received a text from Jeremy.

“I just got told from a friend that you wanted to dump me. If that’s really how you feel then fine, it’s over!! Good luck getting home.”

You couldn’t decide whether or not to feel thankful or not. On the one hand, you were relieved to be done with it. But, on the other hand, you kinda wished you’d gotten to do it when you got home, as you didn’t have any other means of transportation back. Still, at least that meant you didn’t have to worry about riding in the car with him whilst he farted it up, locked the windows and laughed at you as you’d gag (as he always would).

You figured your best option was to call an Uber home. Unfortunately, as you opened the app, that’s when your phone decided to die. Great, now what? You began to panic a bit, when suddenly a car pulled up to you in the car park. A guy then poked his head out the window, with a silly cowboy hat, asking if you needed a ride. There was something familiar about his voice, but you didn’t care, as you were rather desperate. You reluctantly agreed and climbed in. You looked around to see 2 other guys in the car. That’s when it hit you that they were the same guys who’d been farting above you in the stands just mere minutes ago. What were the chances?

“Boy, are we glad we ran into you? After your little breakup with poor Jeremy, Robert rode back home with him to cheer him up. I think he’ll make a way better boyfriend to him than you ever were. Apparently, they had a farting competition on the way back.” You cringed, wondering why that was important for him to mention.

“Yeah, but we felt kinda sad that we got to miss out on it. But now that you’re here, we figured you’d be the perfect person to judge our contest, considering you’re apparently pretty good at taking them point blank, according to Jeremy.” You gulped and realised the horrible mistake you’d made. You’d rather walk all the way back than this. You quickly tried to jiggle the door, but it was unfortunately locked.

“Haha, sorry bud, can’t let you go. Those beans we had earlier are still bubbling our guts up stronger than a volcano in erupting season.”

“Hey, maybe when we get back, he could judge our game of battleshits as well?” You felt your stomach drop in horror. It was bad enough trying to avoid the bathroom when only Jeremy was using it, but 3 people like him?

“Good idea boy, but first, let’s warm him up a bit.” They all then pointed their asses to the side as they began to grunt. You felt your body go limp, you knew when you were beaten. One thing’s for certain, this truly cemented your hatred of rodeos.

[facefartdreams]

A Rodeo to Remember

The loud cheer of the crowd caused you to nearly cover your ears. You’d only been here a few minutes, and you were already sick of it. You didn’t know exactly how you’d let your boyfriend drag you out here, but you certainly knew how this day would end. You’d begun to grow sick of him lately and was planning on breaking up with him once this show was over. You basically had almost nothing in common with him and, most of all, hated his gross, disgusting ‘humour’ if you could even call it that. If it weren’t for his raging good looks, you would’ve left him a long time ago.

“Hey there, big boy.”

Speak of the devil. You looked over to see your “boyfriend” coming over to you, carrying a tray of food. He was also wearing that silly cowboy hat, that so many other guys were wearing. You have to admit, you did feel a little hungry and considered grabbing one of the nachos on his tray. He sat down next to you with a smile.

“Sorry I took a while. I was in the bathroom taking a pretty big dump, that coffee and eggs I had for breakfast just went right through me. But I got some food for us on the way back.”

Ugh, hearing that put you right off your appetite. You sighed and turned your head away. He just laughed.

“Aww, don’t be like that. Come here, I’ll make it up to you.”

You sighed, looking back at him. It was that dam alluring smile he gave you that always somehow kept you coming back to him, every time you’d thought about leaving. You sighed and decided to lean in hoping for a nice surprise. Instead, you saw him lean to the side, pointing his jean cladded ass in your direction, and squeezed one eye.

FFRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT

A small tuba sounding fart rang out from his ass. You didn’t even have time to react before the smell of beans and eggs hit your nose, causing you to react badly and waft it away. Your boyfriend just laughed, as if it was one of the funniest things ever.

“Oh man, you always fall for that doncha?”

See what you meant? His humour is just repulsive. You couldn’t take it anymore, you were sick of him, his farts, his over descriptions of his toilet habits, this rodeo and everything about him in general. You considered breaking the news to him now but couldn’t bring yourself to do it face to face, at least not yet. You’d do it as soon as you got home (considering he was your only ride back). You stood up and said you were going to get some ‘air’.

“Ok then, I’ll see you later. Also, if you’re going to use the bathroom, avoid stall 4 cause that was the one I used and hoooboy, it was a real stinker.”

That was the last thing you heard before he started sniggering and you walked away. You’d just about reached your limit. The question was, where would you go now. You looked around and noticed a free bench at the far end of the stadium where he wouldn’t be able to see you. You sat down and pulled out your phone to distract yourself from this silly show. You noticed that it was on low charge and sighed, wishing you’d charged it before you left.

You leaned back, but then stumbled, as you remembered that these stalls didn’t have any back rests. Before you could react, you tumbled over backwards and hit the ground bellow. You looked around and realised you were trapped under the stall, with a beam of light from the gap in the seat shining over you.

You were about to jump up and leave when suddenly, out of nowhere, four other guys sat upon the bench, blocking your way out. They all appeared to dress the same as your boyfriend, with jeans on and wearing those stupid hats. All you could now see was their tight asses sticking over the bench, directly above you.

“See boys, I told you would make it in time.”

“Yeah well, we would’ve made it sooner if we didn’t stop at that buffet.”

“Well, you know me boy, I love me some beans.”

You could only just hear their voices, but it was a little muffled. Yet, you couldn’t help noticing that one of their voices sounded somewhat familiar. You didn’t have time to worry about that though, as you had to figure a way out. You thought about asking them to move, but then realised you’d have to come up with an explanation to why you were there in the first place. You didn’t want to look like some kind of pervert. As you were thinking of an escape, you were bought to the attention of a certain noise that you were all too familiar with. A noise you really didn’t wish to hear right now.

BBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP

It had a low trombone sound. It was slightly muffled by his jeans, but it was the unmistakable sound of a fart from one of the cowboys above you. You heard the cowboy on the right laugh heartily as the smell began to hit your nose.

“Speaking of beans, you boys better hold onto your hats, because I’m about to get windier than a hurricane.”

You desperately wafted away the smell. This had to be the worst luck imaginable. You didn’t know how long the show was going to last, but you couldn’t stay here.

FFFFFFFRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT

Seriously? Another small blast, bassy came from the booty next to him, followed by his laughter as well. You were thankful that the sound, and somewhat smell, was at least muffled by their jeans. What were the chances of always being stuck close to flatulent maniacs like this?

“Now that’s some real southern wind right there.” It disgusted you that these men seemed to have no shame. They were no worse than your boyfriend. You continued to try and look for a way out, without disturbing them. As you were doing so, you heard a strange hissing noise. You weren’t sure where it was coming from, but didn’t care right now. That was before your nose was suddenly assaulted by a stench of rotten meat that made you halt in your tracks and actually cover your nose. From above, you could hear the others react to it and laugh as well as comment about it.

“And that’s why they call me the silent skunk.” The guy on the far left said gleefully. Whilst the others had been bad, this one was a little too much. You finally let out a cough, pretty loudly at that. There was a short silence, as you suddenly realised what you’d done.

“Well, well boys, lookie what we got here.” You turned your head up to see that all 4 of them were now looking down at you. You froze, unable to find the words of what to say.

“Some kind of perv trying to get a good look at our asses?” There was a fierce undertone in their voices that made you feel worried.

“Wait a god damm minute, I know you.” Said the one on the left, you looked over at him and recognised his face. A few weeks ago, your boyfriend had forcibly taken you down to a bar, where he began chatting with a few guys. There was this one guy he particularly got on with, which he started shamelessly having a fart competition with, to which a lot of the other bar guys cheered them on. His name was Robert, you think. The whole thing had disgusted you and was one of the reasons that you’d wanted to break up with him. You didn’t even care about when he'd told you he was going to the bathroom with that guy to play ‘battleshits’, whatever that was, it sounded gross. They could’ve hooked up for all you cared, as it would’ve saved you having to break up. But now here he was, directly above you… small world.

“This is the guy who was talking about breaking up with Jerry, for saying he farts too much.” Wait, had you told him that? You had gotten rather drunk, so maybe you rambled something to him at some point. “What’s the matter boy, scared of a little wind?”

“It’s alright, maybe you just need a whiff of some proper gas. How bout we give this boy a first-hand experience?” Your eyes shot open widely. They wouldn’t, would they? You then heard the others cheer and agree. Oh god, they would. Then, to your terror, all 4 of them began to pull down their jeans and pants, fully exposing their bare asses above you. Their fat, jiggling asses where now pointed directly above you, with nowhere for you to escape.

“This is what you get for trying to break Jerry’s heart. Come on boys, let’s get rooting TOOTING!” You quickly tried to cover your nose with your shirt, but it didn’t make that much difference, as each of their asses began blasting.

BBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT

FFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT

FFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRTTTTTT

BBBBBBBBBSBSBSBSPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBB

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT

FFFFFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT

RRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Their asses roared as the show continued on for what felt like forever. You could hear them whooping and hollering, combined with them grunting and laughing at you. The stench of beans, eggs and rotten meat was getting trapped, entering your nostrils under the stands. You desperately tried to look for a way out, but the loud blasts coming from above you were distracting you from your thoughts of escape.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you heard the guys get up and pull up their jeans. They looked down at you, as you felt on the verge of passing out, smirking.

“Now that’s some payback. Phew, that smells worse than a manure field in the summer sun.” One of them said, smiling at you.

“Oh, and don’t think you’re off the hook yet, because I’m going to tell Jeremy the truth, something that I bet you were too scared to do. See you later fart boy.” Robert said, looking darkly at you. And with that, they all headed off, leaving you finally free to scramble out and gasp for air. You got a few strange looks from a few people walking by, but you didn’t care. You stumbled out to the entrance and looked at your phone. You’d received a text from Jeremy.

“I just got told from a friend that you wanted to dump me. If that’s really how you feel then fine, it’s over!! Good luck getting home.”

You couldn’t decide whether or not to feel thankful or not. On the one hand, you were relieved to be done with it. But, on the other hand, you kinda wished you’d gotten to do it when you got home, as you didn’t have any other means of transportation back. Still, at least that meant you didn’t have to worry about riding in the car with him whilst he farted it up, locked the windows and laughed at you as you’d gag (as he always would).

You figured your best option was to call an Uber home. Unfortunately, as you opened the app, that’s when your phone decided to die. Great, now what? You began to panic a bit, when suddenly a car pulled up to you in the car park. A guy then poked his head out the window, with a silly cowboy hat, asking if you needed a ride. There was something familiar about his voice, but you didn’t care, as you were rather desperate. You reluctantly agreed and climbed in. You looked around to see 2 other guys in the car. That’s when it hit you that they were the same guys who’d been farting above you in the stands just mere minutes ago. What were the chances?

“Boy, are we glad we ran into you? After your little breakup with poor Jeremy, Robert rode back home with him to cheer him up. I think he’ll make a way better boyfriend to him than you ever were. Apparently, they had a farting competition on the way back.” You cringed, wondering why that was important for him to mention.

“Yeah, but we felt kinda sad that we got to miss out on it. But now that you’re here, we figured you’d be the perfect person to judge our contest, considering you’re apparently pretty good at taking them point blank, according to Jeremy.” You gulped and realised the horrible mistake you’d made. You’d rather walk all the way back than this. You quickly tried to jiggle the door, but it was unfortunately locked.

“Haha, sorry bud, can’t let you go. Those beans we had earlier are still bubbling our guts up stronger than a volcano in erupting season.”

“Hey, maybe when we get back, he could judge our game of battleshits as well?” You felt your stomach drop in horror. It was bad enough trying to avoid the bathroom when only Jeremy was using it, but 3 people like him?

“Good idea boy, but first, let’s warm him up a bit.” They all then pointed their asses to the side as they began to grunt. You felt your body go limp, you knew when you were beaten. One thing’s for certain, this truly cemented your hatred of rodeos.

[facefartdreams]

Dom Qoutes : Season 5 : Busted

"Haha your busted dude! I know you've been taking pics of my ass in these cargo pants all week long. Tell you what, if you get over here and put your face in my sweaty ass, and tell me how much you love it, I'll not kick you out of the apartment! Sound good? Get to sniffing"

*Inspired by @Jakipz on twitter*

[facefartdreams]

Pandoras Fart Box

You were play fighting with your friend Greg and started to pull his pants and underwear down.

“Wait!”

PFFFRRRRT!

“Don’t pull ’em down!”

BLRRRRRRRRTTT!

“I’m serious!”

ZZZZZZZZZZZT-PLAP!

“You asked for it bro”

BRRRRRRRRRRAAAP-PFFT-PFFT!

“… Still going.”

FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT-BWOMP!

“Oh man.”

PPPPPPPPFFFFTZZZZZZZ-GLOOP!

“…Fuck dude.”

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“…One more.”

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You woke up a few hours later with a red face from how much hot air had been blasted in your face. Greg apologized to you for the rest of the night but you were figuring out how you would “accidentally” pull his underwear down in play fight round two.

[facefartdreams]

Restrained And Smothered

-CHAPTER ONE-

As I lay their motionless I knew there was nothing I could do. My arms and feet were tied to the bed, and I was lying on my back in the dark. Right away I knew it was going to be a long night. I could hear my drunk friends laughing upstairs. I knew it was a bad idea to come to this party, but I couldn’t control myself. I needed to be around people, but I didn’t want to drink. I wanted to meet a nice girl to talk to, and who knows? But what I wanted to happen and what happened are two completely different things.

I arrived at the party fashionably late. I looked around and everyone was either jamming music or drinking their asses off. I mingled with random people and just was trying to be a friendly person. Then I saw her, one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen, one of thoes playboy bunny types, and she was looking right at me. I felt my cock rise up slowly, just by looking at her. I walked up to her and was ready to say the greatest thing thing that would sweep her off her feet but I managed to say was…

“Hi.” “Hey…” “Cool party….eh? ” “Yep…” A conversation that should have never started. Out of nowhere a jockey looking guy of about 23 walks up to me pissed! Now I’m not gay but if I was this guy would be the “catch.” Beautiful face, with blue gorgeous eyes, chiseled chin, and luscious lips. But what was more overwhelming was his body. HIS BODY, all the way down to his rock hard abs down his torso, to his ass. I could not stop staring at his ass, which was so firm and bubbly. I don’t know how else to explain it. His bulge was showing in his low cut jeans, and he was just a walking dream….for a gay guy.

But he walked up to me and right away you would be able to tell, that he was not happy..

“Hey!” He yelled..(DAMN even his voice was, his dominating voice, pierced my ears) “What the fuck do you think you are doing talking to my girlfriend?” Right away I knew I had made a mistake…but for some reason I couldn’t think straight… “Sorry man I didn’t know”…was what I should have said. I could have avoided EVERYTHING if I had only said that…but what I said was… “I don’t see your name on her!” WHAT? Looking back that didn’t even make sense. She wasn’t something to own!! “I’M NOT SOMETHING TO OWN!” She shouted. “What did you just say you motherfucker? ” “I said, she doesn’t belong to you. I can flirt with whoever the hell I want to!” “Really…well why don’t you just flirt with my cock!”

And at this he punched me in the face knocking the life out of me and sent me crashing to the floor, flat on my back. Immediately everyone crowed around us, like it was a high school fight, or some shit, and he fell, with all his weight onto my chest. He took his hand, grabbed my head and shoved it into the seams of his jeans where his cock laid. I tried to pull away but it was no good. “There you go bitch! FLIRT IT UP! Make sweet love to my dick cocksucker!” “STOP PLEASE, I DIDN’T MEAN TO” was what I was trying to say, but all he could hear was mphhhhphpphphphhHEL PmphhhhhhhhSTOPm phhhh “What’s that cocksucker? I can’t hear you! Your face is up my crouch! Speak up you fucking wimp!”

Right away I knew I had to get this guy off me, but I struggled with all my might with no use. He just laughed saying “It’s gonna be a long night for you faggot. I may not own Juliet, but I’m gonna OWN YOU!” At that note I was petrified… but there was nothing I could do.

After awhile he grew tired of my face in his dick so he decided to change the game….and this is why I am lying on a bed in the dark naked…. “Hey buttmuncher, would you like a bite of my ass?” and at this he pounded his ass full weight on top of my face. I got a head rush with all the weight that was lying on top of my face. “Lets see how long I can sit here, before you pass out!” He laughed, and everyone shouted YEAH! I was just trying to hold my breath for as long as I could and he knew that, and he adjusted that but standing up and falling onto my chest, causing me to release all of my air and he swiftly smashed his ass back on my face with the little hick breath I got. Now I could smell his ass fully. The rankness of it all through the jeans, and now I was falling short of breath. Worse, I could feel his ass puckering and his bowls beginning to open.

“Hey assmuncher! I got a nice present for ya!“And at this he let loose a long disgusting fart on my face. Now I already couldn’t breath and here he is farting on my face, so what air I can mange to get, is now the smell of his ass, yet again. "Man I could sit here forever!” He bragged. “I hope you like the smell of my ass, cause its all you will be smelling for a long, LONG time!. And he farted again, cept this one made my nose burn and smell was unbearable. I held back a gag reflex, and I could feel things getting dizzy. "Aw don’t leave me just yet.” I heard him say. “I’m just getting started!” At that he rose a few inches away from my face. He had me in a reverse school boy pin and he slowly began to lower his jeans. “You fucked with the wrong person tonight man.” He said laughing, along with the whole crowd.

There it was. Before me was this God’s ass, covered in nothing but a thin clad of cloth. and in the middle was a brown skid mark. I remember it, because it was that last thing I saw before I passed out. He lowered his underwear ass onto my face and sat full weight. He then started to rock, back and forth, back and forth. I could feel his hard dick, rubbing against my chest. I could hear the crowd laughing their asses off. I could smell, the rankness that came out of his ass. While he rocked, harder and harder, faster and faster, he farted multiple times. He did nothing but laugh and taunt me from above. “Smells great doesn’t it motherfucker. YEAH. I’ll teach you, you son of a bitch. This is it for you. YEAH. OH GOD this is great for me, how about you? How’s the fucking smell? Is it everything you thought it would be? Yeah you fucking fag, I saw you eyeing my ass…well now you have it. All over your fucking face. YEAH that’s right motherfucker. Now you can smell my ass all the time. Your my fucking slave now. I OWN YOU!.” and he kept rocking and rocking faster and faster. My head was jerking, and I was turning red. My breath was gone. My lungs were screaming for air, but he wouldn’t get up. He just kept riding my face laughing and taunting, and all I could do was lie there motionless under his ass. I felt everything go numb. The sounds of his taunting and the laughter of the crowd was dieing out. Everything began to become a faint whisper. I knew it…this was the end. I am going to die under this mans ass, and there is nothing I can do. I felt everything I was leave me and I felt nothing. I saw nothing. Blackness. Everywhere.

And here we are. Me lying on a bed, tied up. I am breathing very hard, and I am scared. I just wanted to enjoy a party and now I am strapped to a bed in the dark with nothing on, scared for my life. I hear footsteps coming down the stair and the horrible, yet beautiful voice fills me dreaded ears again…“Hey faggot. Glad to see you are finally up.” The light is bright as he just turned it on.. I see him walking down the steps completely naked, walking toward me grinning. “I know how much you enjoyed my ass back there, and now…the nights just begun. I have so many plans for my new ass licker…and you are gonna fulfill all of my wildest desires. You will refer to me as SIR. Nothing more, nothing less. If you do not call me SIR then I shall punish you. Now lets have some fun."He slowly makes his way toward me and sits down on my chest again. I feel like I am experiencing desavu as he slowly backs his ass up toward my face, waiting to smother me once again…..

-CHAPTER TWO-

As I laid there, his bare naked ass Inched closer and closer to my face. I felt like crying, but my tears would fall on death ears. I only wished I didn’t say what I said. If only I didn’t go to the party. My brain was full of thoughts as the smell of his bare ass was right on my neck. He suddenly started laughing, his ass wiggling on my neck.

"Before I smother you with my perfect ass on your pussy face, I gotta tell ya I’m thrilled you talked to my girlfriend. I didn’t think I would ever get someone I could smother in my ass over and over again. You are the luckiest slave in the world!”

On the word world he released a long, gassy fart on my neck that went striaght into my nose. The smell was worse then any fart I had ever smelt. It smelt different this time. There was a stronger smell.

“wow! That did not take long slave….I had some baked beans and deviled eggs, and some other good gassy food, just for you…ehhh” he got up a little off my neck and a giant fart blast erupted from his hole and blew at my face. The smell was unbearable…I could almost taste it. Only inches from his ass and already my gag reflex was acting up. I was in Hell.

Laughing extreamly hard he let out 2 more enormous farts over my face. “Oh no man..” he said suddenly. “your not smelling my farts. Your not getting the full sorce of it…how abou this. Each time I fart you take a massive wiff!”

“no way man!” I found my voice. There was no way I was going to sniff his nasty ass farts. I was compleay against it.

“Well if you don’t sniff my farts Ill just sit on your face naked and smother you to death.” he said simply.

“if I smell your farts….will you let me go?”

“Sure man! Sniff some good massive farts and I’ll set you free.”

I had no chance. My only way to get out of this mess was to sniff farts from his ass. Then I could get the hell out of dodge. “Alright…” I said weakly. “I’ll sniff your…farts.”

Swiftly, his fist hit my chest. “ehhh wrong answer. You should relply yes master, I love sniffing your farts master.”

My chest killing me I replied, of course master….I’m….I’m sorry master.

Please let me sniff your farts. I love them master of mine.“

"Now how could I say no to a pussy face like that??” At that he raised his leg pointing his ass striaght at my nose. I could have sworn I saw green fumes coming out fro

under his ass, as a huge fart blast could be heard all through out the empty room. “smell that fart pig!” he said dominatly. He punched my chest again I took on a huge gull of fart gas I toy lungs. I thought I was going to be sick. The smell was like rotten eggs that had been sitting on baked beans topped off with he smell of shit, all mixed into one in my mouth. “ahhhhhhhhhhhhh that was one.” he said evilily. “I’ve got alot more gas where that came from…” he got up and then sat on my neck agan facing my face, his dick right in my face now, twitching. His smell, his cock smelled like it hadn’t been washed in days. I could see the cheese on his balls and forskin, the smell strong and dominate.

His legs raised on both sides And I felt his pucker on my neck. “here’s TWO! ” h said as the worst, loudest, most horrifiyng fart erupted from his ass cheeks, making my whole body vibrate and stink. I was almost crying, he was lauhing.

“You know…. I thought by sniffing my farts from my ass was enough to get the full experiance of my farts….but now I think im just sit on your face and fart and smother you in my ass. Hahaha!”

I think I stopped breathing from just fright alone. “Nnno!” I croaked. “You said you would let me go if I sniffed your farts!!!”

“I lied.” he said simply. “Where you really stupid enough to think I’d let you go?? IM

going to destroy you slave! My big smelly ass is going to eat you alive and smother you in ass fumes, and there’s nothing you can do about it!”

At that statement I knew I wasn’t going home. He then swiftly moved his ass closer to my face and smashed down on me with his naked ass. He started to move back and forth trying to get snug, to get my nose deep in his ass, deep in his hole. It didn’t take long for him to start blasting my nose with farts from left to right. While farting his speed Increased, riding my face faster and faster. I did all I could to move my head but my nose was stuck in his hole, just the way he liked it. It was only after the last giant fart, tha. My lungs started screaming for air. He just kept riding my face faster.

“ohhh…. Ohhhh shit slave….I feel you strugling and it’s…..ohhhh turnin me on!” he breathed very heavyly. He must have been stroking his penis. He was really getting off on this.

I started screaming in ass, desperate for air, but all I got wad a blast of butt gas from his ass. And laughter from my master.

“YOU can scream all you want slave, but my ohhhh my ass Is going to knock you out. Put you to sleep, I’m gonna smother your fuckin face, tell you go numb, tell everything goes blury. And when you finally wake, your vison restored, you’ll see my huge ass ove your face, waiting to start all over again!!!”

He started to ride my face really fast now. He would often raise his ass in the air and smash it down to my face, crushing my skull. He was such a butch man, with the beefest ass I had eve seen, And I was losing it all. Because as I was being smothered unconscious, I knew that I hated this, but I was betrayed by my erect penis. I remember his shouting “look who’s getting excited now, you fucking faggot!”

and then I blacked out, smothering under his once more….

-CHAPTER THREE-

My sight slowly started to come back. My head was reeling. It felt like I had just awaken from a terrible dream. I tried to move but I was still strapped to the king size bed. I was alone. I also noticed that I came. Nothig but fresh cum was all over my exposed penis. This was indeed a nightmare…the scariest part…was hay I wasn’t asleep…but why was I so turned on by all of this. I turned my head to see the clock. 2.40 pm.

He must be in classes. I bucked and tugged, and try to do anything I could to move, but it was to no avail. I was trapped. “HELP!” I screamed. CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?“ nothing but silence. All I could do is wait…for my master to get home…

"no way man!” said chuck. “that’s the sickest thing I ever heard.”

SIR just laughs flaunting. “I lowered my naked ass onto his face and smothered him to the edge man. He didn’t stand a chance. He’s strapped to my fucking bed.

"so you have your own personal ass licker?”

“and fart sniffer!” he added cruely. “I make sure to eat the gassiest of foods before his torture begins. And there’s nothing he can do but embrace it all. The sick ducker got off on las night, as he passed out under my ass.” SIR took another bite of his burrito and smiled.

“this is why I brought you here, to the sickest Mexican restraunt on campus. You are going to Join me tonight in his torture session. With your fat ass, he won’t have a chance!” he chuckeled at his own cruel humor.

“heeeyyy watch it on the weight jokes!” chuck said biting into his beans. “I’m trying to loose weight.”

“shutup you fatfuck! Your trying to loose weight just as much as i’m trying to set that fucker free.” he looked around for the waitress and called to her. “two more burritos for me and my fatfuck!”

“your going to have a lot of gas I you keel eating like that.” she said worried but none the less writing done the orders.

“counting on it.” he said with a smirk.

7.00 pm and still no sign of anything. How much longer was I supposed to sit here. I was gettig so hungry. Having already pissing on myself…I felt so helpless.

“hey fart face!!! I’m hoooommmmeee!”

SIR stood at the door way, in tight ass jeans. “ gAh I am so fucking bloated for eating all that Mexican food! I really need a place to sit down and let loose all this…gas.” on the word gas a monster of fart blew out of him. I could smell the smell all the wAy from the bed. It had to be the most God awful thing I had ever smelled. Straight up shit.

“whew! God damn! That stung!” he laughed jumping on the bed over me starig down at my face. “ are you fucking crying?” he said shocked.

“please master.” I said as I found my voice. “you’re farts are the worst. I can’t take this anymore…I’m scared. Scared of dying under your farting ass. Please. Just le me go sir. PlllleeeeAaaassseee. I’m fucking begging you!”

“you know what…” he said win concern in his voice. He turned around facing the door. Was he thinking of leaving, maybe letting me go. Standing still on the bed he spoke. “I never thought about that before.. Like I can’t belive I didn’t realize it. I’m playing God. I’m chooseing if you live or die…that’s such a scary situation for anyone” he turned his head over his shoulders staring in my eyes. Instintly his look of concern turned I to a smirk, a devilish smile…“and fuck does that turn me on! Having power! Having you fear my ass! Oh shit! I’m not letting you go!”

He slowly lowered his Jean covered ass onto my face, laughing, evil laughter. It seemed forvever for his ass to rest on my face. Once there i felt his ass pucker and a loud fart exploaded out of his ass straight up my nose. I started caughing, gagging.

“get use to it slave! This ass is full of wonderful gas to share on you face!” he let another fart go, this one louder and smellier then the last. My head felt light, I was suffering, dieing, in these farts.

He sa on my face in jeans for about 30 mins hen stood up, lowering his jeans, showing his skidmarked underwear, to my face. “ time for phase 2! It’s time for you to be punished slave, for pissing in my fucking bed!”

shit I almost forgot that I had done that, but what was the worse he could do? He already had compleatly degraded me!

“this bed cost me 500 dollars slave. 500 fuckin dollars. I was thinking, while I sat on your face, a cruel way to punish you….I mean I already make you smell my farts, I could beat you but I’m not sure that’s cruel enough…I could fuck you, but your faggy ass may like that too much…and then it came to me…”

SIR suddenly started to jump on his bed higher and higher. All I could see was him getting serious hight. Then without warning I saw his ass hurling toarwd me at insane speed. His ass crushed only my face, and I felt my whole head go numb.

“one.” he said continuing to jump. Again his underwear ass came crushing to my face, my whole face was pounding. He was going to kill me. “two.” each time, his ass fell to my face, and each time I felt my cranium crushed by power, speed and force. The torture seem to go on forever…he was right. This was the perfect punishment.

“333” he said laughing his ass smashing harder on my face and farts fireing out. I could do nothing but lay there staring at the ass that was going to crush me agai. And again. “401” like an acrobat he jumped up in mid air an removed his underwear, causing his naked ass to smash down on my trapped face, farts coming out. I could now smell him…all of him, for a brief second, and then his ass would falm to my face again. Over and over and over….

“481” after this point each time he landed he made sure to land with all his weight on me, and always produce a long fart, grind his ass in my face, and jump back up to commence the tortue. The last crushes seemed to last forever, because he dragged it out win smelling farts an grinding his naked ass.

“498” SLAM Bbbbbbrrrrtttt

“499” SLAM Bbbbbbbbbbrrrrrtttttttttttttt

at the last smash he made sure to jump extra high and SLAM!!!

“500” he said lettin looses the loudest smelliest monster of A fart yet. “ahhhhb considered yourself punished…listen you little fucker, if you ever fucking piss in my bed agai , I wim break your fucking skull!!” he stayed on my face, farting over and over again…I had the worst headache known to man.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. “ohhh…” said sir. he raised off my face And answered the door. “we hello good fat friend chuck! So good of you to make it!” he said smiling. Fat was an understatement for this guy. A 300 something pound man, entered the room. “hope your fag fart sniffe is ready, cause I got so e nasty ones for him.” he said removing his shorts, revealing his white/brownish underwear. He lifted his leg And BBBBBBBBBrRRRTTTTPPPPPPPP came out and panicked. He stepped onto the bed, and I felt the whole bed seem to lean down. He turned around, facing this huge ass at my face. “hope your ready for this fag.” came SIRS voice. “If you were scared of my ass killing you, I can only inmagine what your thinking now!”

Chucks ass slowly lowered to my face and my whole head was Inveloped Into the cotton confines of his ass hole.

[facefartdreams]

College farts

  Dan was a short kid and pretty skinny his whole life. Graduating from high school he was 5′4 130lbs. He got along with everyone pretty well. Besides Derick. Dan and Derick were polar opposites. Dan is the kid who spends his nights watching anime or playing video games while Derick is the party animal lax/football/ player. And the varsity captain for the wrestling team. Derick was really popular but Dan didn’t understand why. Derick is 6′4 205lbs. 

  They lived in a small town and went to a small high school where everyone knew each other. One time at school for Dan’s birthday Derick decided to give him a little suprise… He hoisted dan on top of a table in the cafeteria for everyone to see where he pantsed Dan and let everyone see him bare naked. It was the most embarrassing moment of Dan’s life but it made Derick feel like a god, especially when he was getting cheered on by the students watching. The grand finale was Derick sticking his finger in his mouth, swirling it in his armpit hairs, and then giving Dan the worlds grosset wet willy. Dan was horrified and humiliated. The two haven’t really spoken since but Derick will do subtle things to tease Dan like making ugly faces to him or sticking his finger by his ear. 

  High school graduation happened and Dan was excited for college. He was going to be assigned a random roommate in  a school miles and miles away from home, so he was just a tad nervous. He opened his dorm and met his roommate. His name was Rick and he was awesome. Another tall white guy built like Derick but he liked similar anime to Dan so it seemed like a perfect fit. But then there was a knock at the door. Rick opened it and welcomed in the stranger, but Dan knew that was no stranger. That was that asshole Derick. Derick explained. “Yeah hey so basically the school fucked up and made my trio a quad room and so i had to get reassigned to a new dorm… guess you guys are my new roommates!” Dan was obviously not pleased. Rick said “well im fine with that, the more the merrier! But just in case you don’t get a bed in here tonight I call NOT sharing mine! Haha!” Dan and Derick’s eyes both widened. One with misery and one with a golden opportunity to embarrass this same kid. The same claim to fame that made him so popular in high school. But if these three were gonna live together Derick knew he would have to do something really big this time. He put Dan in a headlock. “Don’t you guys worry i already know my little buddy Dan here won’t mid sharing with an old buddy of his” he said with a cocky attitude. “Rick why don’t you come to the cafteria with me im starving.” Dan was tired anyway, and if this school could’t bring Derick a mattress, he would at least like to enjoy some sleeping time alone in his mattress. He was so tired he ended up passing out in about 5 minutes. 

  It was dark out now. Dan’s eyes weren’t open but he could tell the sun wasn’t there on his face. He started opening his eyes more and he noticed it wasn’t really dark yet but there ws something blocking his path from the window. He put his hand up to see what was blocking the view and felt something soft yet silky. he suddenly heard, “If u wanna grab my ass why dont u take a closer look HAHAHA” Dan’s eyes shot open but Derick just let his ass plop right down on Dan’s face. Dan was squirming in confusion freight and anger. Dan started to hear laughing. He realized it must be Derick’s stupid ass on my face since we are technically sharing a bed right now but it was two sounds of laughter. Oh no. Dan realized exactly what was going on. It was a repeat of when Derrick humiliated me for popularity. Dan didn’t want to start off his college career with his new friend’s first impression of him being used as Derick’s cushion. Dan fought with all of his might to push Derick’s ass off of his face. He managed to lift him a little but his hands ended up just pushing his boxers down and Derick slipped right back onto Dan’s face but this time his ass was exposed. You could hear Derick and Rick laughing from down the hall. Dan started screaming and begging for Derick to get off and he heard Derick say “what are u begging for? what do u want? Ohhhhh i think i know what he wants Rick.” Rick wiped away some tears from laughing so hard and asked what he wanted. Derick said “he’s mad i didn’t save him anything from the dining hall! butt turns out he was wrong about that haha” Dan’s stopped moving because he was scared and confused as to what he meant, even Rick didn’t understand. But in Derick’s mind this was the golden opportunity. The best chance to make himself look like a god once again. He said the cafe gives u some real good stuff…. Here’s my leftovers Danny” 

   There was a moment of silence. Then suddenly Derick ripped the most rancid and loud fart that he has ever heard from himself or anyone else. This cafeteria food was no joke! Rick erupted in laughter. Derick’s stomach and ass were out of control blasting massive rips over and over and over and grinding his ass on Dan’s face pretending it was toilet paper. Dan was screaming for help but the taste of the bean burrito lingering in those farts was enough to keep his mouth shut. He stopped screaming and hoped submitting would make it end quicker. Rick took several snapchat videos but didnt send it to anyone. Rick even said in the last vid which had Derick’s remarkable 18 second fart that he couldnt smell a thing and Derick is without a doubt a God tier farter. Music to Derick’s ears, not to Dan’s. 

  Derick finally got up and had to rip Dan out of his ass by his hair and said 3 things. “First of all, the school has emailed me back about my bed situation. They said that they fucked up and I wont be guaranteed my own bed until at least next semester. Secondly, I am so beyond excited to meet you Rick we’re gonna be great pals. Thirdly, now we know that whenever we have bad gas, we can force Dan to just sniff it up for us! Dan was like “uhhhh not funny” but the other two laughed and cheered for the fart sniffer. Derick said Rick you should be really grateful because i have awful gas when i sleep. He winked at Dan. “It’s gonna be a long semester for u fart boy”. He ended the conversation by grabbing the back of my head shoving it in his ass and letting out a 3 part toot toot toot before the two of them hit the gym.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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CPR

All you could see what the growing flames as the heat in the room reached new heights. It was getting hard to see and breathe, smoke filling your lungs. The last thing I saw as I drifted into unconsciousness was a black and green blob rushing towards me.

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“What was that” you thought to yourself

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A deeper sound reverberated out of whatever you were lying on.

The smell of smoke and ash quickly getting overpowered by protein egg.

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As the next wave explodes pushing some of your hair back you slowly wake up. Vision blurry all you see is two big mounds hovering over your face.

“One more should do it”

You hear a voice says followed by a grunt

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The loudest and deepest expulsion so far invaded your sense. You hastily sit up coughing and gagging on the noxious fumes.

When you look up you come face to face with one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. “Good your awake.”

You try to maintain eye contact but you couldn’t help but continue to cough from his toxic cloud.

“You…. You saved me. Thank you”

You hugged the man, but quickly let go flustered.

“I want to thank you properly for saving my life. If there is anything I can do for you name it!“

The man takes a second to think, and flashes you an evil look.

“You can be my fire house fart filter.”

You look at him shocked.

“The boys in the house complain about my gas and told me I’d have to figure something out. Besides by the loo of you, you wouldn’t mind the request.” He points to your pants. A pretty hefty bulge growing in your pants from his CPR.

“Uhhhhhhhhhh”

He grabs you and pulls you in close to his chest.

“The name’s Buck by the way.”

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Awakening

Day 1

Just a normal day on campus going from class to class, occasionally stopping to talk to some friends. You were in your way back to the lecture after using the bathroom, barely paying attention you walked into someone. “My bad, dude sor……” Before finishing your apology your head is grabbed as the dudes body swivels, your face lined up perfectly with his ass.

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It was like a skunk sprayed you not in fear but to show dominance. The vile smell invaded your senses and stuck to your hoodie. The dude let go of you and walked away never meeting your gaze.

Day 2

Right now though you lost track of time and now you’re rushing to get to the 7 floor in time for class. You were running to the elevator thinking you wouldn’t make it yelling “Hold the door, Hold the door!” You made it running straight into the wall of the elevator, sliding down onto the floor in relief. You look up to thank whoever kept the door open to be met with the broad back with the number 7 and the name Raphael on it. Before you could get up a horrid smell invaded your senses. “Did he just?” You thought to yourself a bad silent but deadly filling the small space of the elevator. The door opens he gets out but not before ripping a louder fart leaving you to marinate until you reach your floor. You feel a bit flustered and don’t understand why.

Day 3

You were in the library sitting on the ground reading a book for class. Your head resting on the bookshelf behind you. You continue looking down reading your book until you started to hear a

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You cough and gag, still looking down at your book. You slowly raise your head until your met with two round mounds of flesh pushing a pair of basketball shorts to their limit. It was Rapahel, he looked back and gave you a sinister smirk, laughing at your reaction to his gas. You couldn’t help but blush and start to get turned on a bit. “Wait what why!!” You thought,closing your book and using it to hide your hard on. Rubbing out of the library looking back seeing Raphael laughing.

Day 4

“Why I still don’t understand, why was I.” Your thoughts are cut off by the memory of Raphael’s gas invading your mind and memories. A budge begins to form in your pants from the thought and you run to the bathroom. “Fuck no no that can’t be it.” you exclaim to yourself. You hide in a stall waiting for the bulge in your pants to go down. The door to the bathroom slams open and you pull your feet onto the toilet seat so no one can see your in the bathroom. “Yoo is anyone in here? No okay.” The mystery boy then walks towards the sink and bends over. You look through the crack of the stall confused until

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The loudest bassist fart you’ve ever heard explodes out of the dudes ass. You could have sworn that a bomb went off with how loud it was. “Ahh holding that in during lectures is getting harder!” The boy exclaimed. You kept looking trying to place where you’ve seen him before and realized it’s Raphael, in your realization you accidentally dropped your phone. Raphael noticed and looked back at the stall. You grabbed it and quickly ran out of the room gagging as you made your way to the door. The air in there feeling dense and hot from his explosion. You walk down the hall face fully red your erection worse than when you entered.

Day 5

You haven’t been able to stop thinking about Raphael’s ass and gas. Each day it’s getting harder to think of anything else. “Am I into farts now? How did this happen?” You think to yourself as you stop walking by the football field and just stare off while the team is practicing. You lost in your thoughts until you see number 7 running up and down the field. Your face turns beat red and another Hilda’s starts to form in your pants. Raphael sees you staring and decided to come over. He jogs over dripping in sweat his pants having a large wet line along the ass crack. When he reaches you the first thing he does is turns around presenting his ass stuffed into his football pants and rips a horribly wet and rank fart on your chest. A sigh of relief leaving his lips. He turns back around and smirks at you. Looking at the ground avoiding eye contact you say, “I I want more.” Raphael looks at you confused. “I I need more!” You say to him louder looking him in his eyes while you say it. Raphael laughs, you finally get to gage how much bigger he is than you. “Hey I don’t mind sharing my brew!” He says as he presses your face against the fence and his as leaving no room for any air but his. “This will be fun my little fart face!”

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(NSFW. This story contains a farting fetish. If you are under 18, stop reading now.)

(**SPECIAL WARNING*** This story contains consensual non-consent (2 very drunk guys having sex). Rest assured, all parties within the story are okay with the events taking place, but if such things offend you, stop reading now.)

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Tristan and Miles stumble back to their dorm room after a wild party at one of the frat houses. They were both quite drunk, but Tristan had drank at least twice as much as Miles did. Miles had to support Tristan as they walked.

“Du..Dude…I love you, man…,” Tristan slurred as Miles caught him from face-planting on the sidewalk.

“Yea, love you too. Help me out a little, huh?”

“N…No, seriously. Yer an…an amazing friend.”

“God you’re wasted,” Miles grumbled.

They struggled their way back to their rooms with minimal incident. Tristan was barely standing by the time they breached the threshold, and Miles had resorted to dragging him all the way inside and into the bathroom. He sat him down on the toilet and took a second to catch his breath and steady himself.

“You got it from here man? I really don’t want to have to strip you.”

“Ya man, I’m good…”

Miles was skeptical, but he wasn’t going to argue. “Alright, just yell if you fall down or something.”

Tristan grinned and drunkenly looked at his friend. “Sure you don’t want to shower with me, bro?”

Miles did want to shower with him, but he was too drunk and tired. Instead he rolled his eyes and called out to him as he left the bathroom, “G’night man. See you in the morning.”

Miles went into his room, fell into his desk chair, and smacked his forehead on his desk. “Ow,” he mumbled into the room. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to sleep or die in that position, but he decided he was just going to let whatever happen, happen. As he drifted in and out of consciousness, he heard the shower turn on and other noises he tried really hard to ignore.

A loud thump from the bathroom jolted Miles awake. He noticed the shower was off and he listened for a few more moments to make sure he didn’t need to go check on Tristan. He heard the bathroom door open. Shuffling steps. His door open? Then he heard the springs of his mattress creak and groan and the covers of his bed swish and rustle as if a body had fallen on his bed. The fuck?

Miles pulled his head up and looked at his bed to find Tristan, buck ass naked, laying on it still mostly wet from the shower.

“The fuck you doing?”

“Mmmmnnggff.” Tristan’s words were muffled by the pillow his face had landed in. Miles sighed and lifted himself up to shuffle over to hear what he had said, trying not to stare at his friend’s ass the whole time.

Tristan turned his head to face Miles. “Fuck me”

“What?!”

“C’mon man. I want dick.”

Miles was still drink, tired, and grumpy from having to deal with his drunk roommate at god knows what time in the morning. But another sound overrode his brain and sent all available blood rushing to his cock.

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A gawd awfully loud, and wet, fart erupted from Tristan’s ass. His hole sounded wet and loose, and the smell from his ass wafted over to Miles’s nose. It was like a mating call beckoning for someone to come fill him up. And Miles was happy to answer that call.

Miles pulled himself onto the bed and put his face between Tristan’s legs. He dove right into his ass while spreading his cheeks to expose his still sweaty and musky hole. Apparently, Tristan hadn’t done a very good job in the shower.

Right before Miles could actually get his tongue to Tristan’s hole, another airy and sputtery fart ripped out on his face. The smell of concentrated ass made him pause only for a second while waves of arousal rolled through his body, but his tongue was eager to taste his friend. He finished his dive with his tongue out and plugged Tristan’s hole mid-fart. He sealed his lips around his wet hole, then pulled back his tongue to let the rest of the fart fill his mouth. He swallowed all of it and released it all back out as a belch that echoed in his room.

Tristan wiggled his ass as Miles rimmed him and struggled to get his pants and underwear off. Tristan’s cock had created a puddle of precum that was sticking to his abs.

Miles finally released his own cock and brought it up to Tristan’s hole. No lube required. His cock was dripping with pre and his friends ass was already pretty loose. He slid his cock from Tristan’s balls up to his hole and slid all the way inside easily.

Tristan moaned under him and started sliding his ass up and down his cock. Miles held himself above him and enjoyed his cock being massaged. Tristan grinded his cock against the bed and squeezed his ass and legs around Miles, making him moan in pleasure. They continued this way for several more moments before Miles put his hands on Tristan’s back, using his body weight to pin Tristan down, and started fucking him.

Miles’s hips and balls slapped against Tristan’s ass. Trapped air farted out and tickled his balls every time Miles slammed against his ass and added a hot sensation. Sloppy noises from Tristan’s ass echoed in the room as the boys fucked. As Miles neared climax, he increased the frequency of his thrusts, grabbed Tristan’s shoulders, and shoved his member as deep into him as he shot his load. Tristan bucked his ass back into Miles as he felt his friend pulse and throb inside him. His cock shot several ropes of cum onto the bed and his abs. Both boys were locked in orgasm for several glorious seconds.

They collapsed at the same time. Tristan lay in his load while Miles fell on top of him. Miles laid on him while he went soft, then, when his cock slipped out, he rolled over onto his back beside Tristan. He fell asleep listening to the soft snores coming from his roommate.

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Loser? More like winner

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Smell of experimentation

One of the few good things to come out of this quarantine is my boyfriend Colton and I becoming more adventurous in the bedroom. Since we’re stuck at home we’ve been trying out various kinks that have interested us, well mostly me. Over the past week we’ve tried all the kinks I’ve brought up while Colton hasn’t suggested any. I bring this up as we’re lying in bed.

I’m resting next to Colton with my head pillowed on his muscular chest. Another good thing to come out of this quarantine is Colton’s choice of clothing. These days, he’s only wearing a tight pair of boxer-briefs that show off his ripped body and highlighting his big ass. I swear, from behind, it looks like he has two pumpkins stuffed down his briefs.

“Hey Colt” I say getting him to open one eye and look down at me. “All this week we’ve been trying out all the stuff that I’ve suggested but you’ve been pretty quiet. Come on babe spill; tell me what you’d like to try.”

Colton immediately starts to look nervous, revealing to me that he does have a secret kink. I place a hand on his chest as I try to comfort it out of him. “Come on Colt just tell me and we can give it a try. Worst case scenario: neither of us likes it. Besides it can’t be worse than that daddy kink failure we experienced last night.” I say making Colton smile.

Colton bites his bottom lip before talking. “There’s something I’d like to try but we’ll have to do it tomorrow. It’ll take uh— all morning.” He says hesitantly.

“Really?” I ask with a furrowed brow.

Colton nods, “Yeah it’ll mostly be foreplay.”

“Okay but what type of foreplay are we talking here? You still haven’t told me what you’re into” I ask trying to wrap my head around this.

“Instead of telling you how about you experience it tomorrow, and once we’re done we’ll see if you enjoyed it or not.”

His vagueness raises a couple of red flags for me. Before I can voice my concerns Colton presses a finger to my lips, stopping me.

“Please Ken, no more questions. Just keep an open mind tomorrow.” Colton pleads. I sigh but nod my head in agreement. With that I rest my head back on his chest and we get some sleep. My last thoughts are on what’s in store for me tomorrow.

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I’m awoken by a large eruption going off in my face. My eyes shoot open and I’m met with a wall of grey. I start to process that I’m on my back, in bed alone, but where’s Colton? My train of thought is immediately ended as the rancid stench of rotten eggs and onions invades my nose, making me gag.

“OH WHAT IS THAT SME-“ My exclamation is abruptly drowned out by…

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A second mysterious eruption goes off in my face and nearly has my ears ringing. Another wave of foul odor washes over my face making my eyes water. I turn my head trying to escape the smell and I notice a foot planted next to my shoulder. My eyes widen as I register that Colton’s standing on the bed and squatting over my face. I look up again and work out that the wall of grey over my face is Colton’s bubbly ass constricted in a tight pair of grey briefs.

“What the hell Colton?” I gasp

Colton’s big, meaty globes hovering a foot over my face start to wobble from his chuckling. “Ha-ha morning Ken thought I’d play the role of your alarm clock today. Speaking of which, this should get you up and at ‘em”

With that Colton lets his massive bubble butt fall onto my face, smothering me. I feel Colton’s plump ass cheeks spread over my face and mold around my features. His ass crack is right on my nose and all I can breathe in is his stale farts trapped in his briefs. I then hear Colton grunting over me.

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Colton unleashes a 20 second, behemoth of a fart, pointblank in my face. The stench of rotten meat and eggs floods up my nose and into my open mouth. Colton sighs in relief as he starts to grind his meaty ass on my face, working his butt stink into my pores. I’m a dry-heaving mess once Colton gets off of my face. Through watery eyes I see Colton standing next to the bed and looking down at me with a crooked grin.

Colton gives my stomach a few gentle slaps before saying, “I’m sure my farts are scrumptious but I’m going to the kitchen to make us a real breakfast. Should be ready in a few” and with that, Colton is making his way out of the bedroom. It takes me a few minutes to get my bearings and when I do I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I want to believe that all of Colton’s farting was a dream but the smell of his gas still lingers in my nostrils. Colton and I have been together for over three years and he’s never farted like this. Now that I think about it Colton has never farted around me. Is this what he’s into?

As I finish brushing my teeth Colton comes in and walks up behind me.

“Babe breakfast is ready and I’ve been waiting for you for a while now. So I’m hoping this will get your lazybones in gear.”

Colton turns around and quickly backs his big ass into me, pressing it against my lower back, and trapping me in between the bathroom sink and himself. Before I can do anything…

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Colton rips a 6 second rumbling fart on my lower back. “Colton” I cry out in shock.

Colton holds up a finger, “Hold on a sec Ken, I got one more ready for you… HGH”

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Colton rips another rumbling fart on me that lasts for five seconds. I feel his warm butt fumes escaping his ass and heating up my lower back. Colton’s eggy butt stench quickly permeates around the room, making itself known, and it has me coughing. Colton sighs in relief as he rubs his huge ass against my lower back for a few seconds. Once Colton’s done he removes his ass from me and I turn around to face him.

Colton chuckles as he makes his way towards the door. When he reaches the door he glances back at me.

“Come on babe lets go have breakfast, unless you wanna be butt bombed by this big fella again.” Colton says with a lopsided grin as he gives his big butt a smack, making his plump cheeks wobble.

I feel myself blushing before I shake my head, making Colton chuckle again. I follow Colton feeling utterly confused. Before I went to sleep last night I had a boyfriend who’s never even farted in front of me, but now I have one that can’t go 10 minutes without farting on me.  

Colton’s farting is pushed to the back of my mind as I follow him down the hall towards the kitchen. All my focus is on Colton’s bubbly ass as he walks in front of me. With each of his steps his plump ass cheeks jiggle so perfectly in the confines of his small grey briefs. I’m so enraptured by the sight that I fail to realize that Colton has stopped until I bump into him.

Colton looks back at me, over his shoulder with a mock frown. “Well that was rude” that lopsided grin pops back on his face “And so is this” Colton leans forward jutting his ass out and pressing it against my lower abdomen.

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Colton rips a 4 second, bubbly fart on me. The stench of rancid meat and butt sweat quickly flows upward and into my nose making me groan.

“Ugh Colton what did you eat?”

Colton grabs me by the waist, pulling me in, keeping me trapped against him with his ass pressed against my lower abdomen.

“Ha-ha nothing but the usual, my daily morning protein shake. But now I’m letting it out and onto you. Just goes to show you how much I love you babe… NGGH”

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Colton blasts me with a 6 second butt bomb. I pull the collar of my shirt over my nose but that does nothing to protect me from the smell. Colton starts to rub his ass against me, making his ass fumes seep through my shirt and reach my nose. My eyes are stinging as Colton releases me and we continue on our way to the kitchen. Just before we enter the kitchen Colton has one last surprise for me.

Without pausing our slowing down…

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Colton drops a wet-sounding butt bomb right in the entrance of the kitchen. I cringe knowing I have to make my way through his noxious fart cloud. I try to steel myself as I make my way through his lingering butt bomb but the stench of rotten eggs and garlic is almost unbearable. I’m crying and gagging as I fully enter the kitchen.

I take big huffs of nearly fresh air as I take a seat at the kitchen table. Colton makes his way to the kitchen counter and heads towards me with two bowls of cereal.

Colton’s choice of food perplexes me and it most show on my face because Colton asks, “What”

I shrug, “It’s just well yesterday I made us eggs, bacon, and hash browns and all you whipped up is two bowls of cereal. With what you said in the bathroom earlier I was expecting something more grandiose.” I say unable to hide the slight disdain in my voice. Colton frowns at this and I start to feel nervous.

Colton places one of the bowls of cereal in the empty spot of the table, meant for him. Colton then spins around and makes sure I get a good look at what he’s about to do.

Colton lowers the second bowl of cereal to just under his ass. Colton’s huge, bubbly cheeks stretch out so far that they easily cast a shadow over the bowl of cereal. Colton lifts his right leg slightly and grunts.

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Colton rips a 5 second growly fart on top of the cereal, saturating it with his eggy butt stench. I look on in disgust as he defiles the bowl of cereal.

“Ah, ha-ha, if you say I make shitty food then I’m more than happy to oblige Ken… HHGH” Colton says before he starts grunting.

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Colton drops a 4 second, duck-sounding fart onto the cereal, further contaminating it with his ass gas. A whiff of the butt bombed cereal reaches my nose and has me gagging. Colton sighs in relief before promptly placing the bowl of cereal in front of me.

“Bon appétit Ken” Colton says with a smirk.

I look down in horror at Colton’s noxious excuse for a breakfast. “I’m not eating this” I tell Colton with a glare.

“Oh yes you are” Colton says while still sporting a shit-eating smirk.

I scoff as I stand up and make my way towards the refrigerator. After searching for a bit I smile in triumph as I pull out a plate of leftovers from yesterday’s breakfast. As soon as I shut the refrigerator door, Colton snatches the plate out of my hand.

Colton stands in front of me with a wicked grin as he brings the plate behind his back and right in front of his ass. Colton scrunches up his face and all I can get out is “Don’t” before…

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Colton coats my plate of food with a 7 second, wet-sounding fart. Colton sighs in relief and hands the plate back to me with a satisfied expression.

“Ah sorry Ken but whatever you choose to eat for breakfast will be flavored with my farts”

My mouth curls in disgust at the plate placed in my hand. The eggy repulsive smell emanating from my food completely kills my appetite. Without a second thought I drop the plate into the garbage bin next to the refrigerator.

Before I can do anything else, Colton’s moving me out of the way and opening the refrigerator door. He then turns around and sticks his ass into the refrigerator.

“Alright babe, time to make a decision. Either you can eat the breakfast I made for you that I seasoned with my butt’s love, or I nuke the fridge and have all of our food tasting like my ass musk for the rest of the month. I’m warning you Ken these bad boys have some lasting power.” Colton says with a devilish grin.

“Y-You’re bluffing” I accuse him, not sounding too sure.

Colton simultaneously lifts an eyebrow and his right leg, and then starts to grunt.

“ALRIGHT-ALRIGHT I’ll eat the cereal” I concede making that shit-eating grin pop back on his face.

I feel like I’m on death row as I retake my seat at the table with Colton’s putrid cereal in front of me. Before I can reach for my spoon, Colton picks up the bowl and holds it in front of his ass.

“Sorry babe I think this has gone a little stale let me freshen it up for you… HHGGG”

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Colton rips another fart on my supposed breakfast and sits it back in front of me looking accomplished. “Eat up Ken” Colton says sounding chipper.

“Thanks” I mutter sarcastically.

Colton frowns down at me. Not saying a word, Colton simply turns around and my eyes widen. I’m face to face with Colton’s huge, bulbous globes. This close it looks like his grey briefs are painted on.

Colton suddenly grabs me by the back of the head and shoves my face into his plump ass. Colton’s bubbly ass cheeks envelope my face easily muffling my yelp.

“You wanna be rude then let’s get rude… Nggh” Colton says with a straining voice before lighting my face up with farts.

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Colton rips a series of monstrous farts, back to back, pointblank in my face. The stench of rotten eggs and spoiled milk devastates my sense of smell and has me coughing.

Colton pulls my head from his ass and says, “Ah now let’s try that ‘thanks’ again but this time hold the sarcasm” I’m too busy coughing to respond but Colton still takes that as an answer, “Oh so you want to give me the silent treatment. Well then back in you go” Colton once again shoves my face into his fat bubbly globes. My coughing is quickly muffled.

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Colton shows no mercy as he unleashes another barrage of farts right in my face. With me coughing I unfortunately had my mouth open so most of his butt bombs were launched down my gullet. I can now taste and smell his noxious butt fumes.

Colton pulls my head away from his ass again, “Have anything to say Ken? My butt’s waiting”

“Thanks” I say weakly as I try to regain my breath. This doesn’t appease Colton.

“Tch, what the hell was that? You might want to speak a little louder next time. Here let my butt give you a few pointers” And with that Colton buries my face back into his thick bulbous ass.

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“THANK YOU! THANK YOU COLTON! Fuck just stop” I cry as soon as Colton ends his newest bombardment of farts, and releases my face.

Colton, the asshole, snickers as he takes his seat next to me. I’m so busy trying to catch my breath and stopping myself from throwing up on Colton’s lingering fart cloud that I nearly forget about the poisoned cereal. Colton kindly reminds me.

“Don’t forget about your breakfast babe. You don’t want me to butt bomb all the food in the fridge do you?” Colton winks and I roll my eyes (without him seeing it).

I bite the bullet and I take the first spoonful of Colton’s fetid cereal. The noxious smell and taste work in tandem making it nearly impossible to swallow. After a few attempts I finally swallow it down.

Colton pats me on the back. “Good work babe but you’ve got to finish the rest or I’m going to nuke the fridge” Colton says and gives me a peck on the cheek.

I morbidly look down at the cereal but I get to work. It takes me 15 minutes but I finally finish Colton’s fart infused cereal.

When I’m done Colton looks kind of bummed. “Damn I didn’t expect you to finish that. I was looking forward to watching you eat food I’ve farted on for the rest of the month.” I shake my head wondering where this Colton has been hiding all this time.

I push the empty bowl away from me as I stand up. “You take care of the dishes; I’m going to watch some TV in the living room. I need to cope after enduring… whatever that all was.” I tell Colton as I head out of the kitchen.

“Hey wait Ken you forgot something.” Colton says just before I leave the room. I turn around and see Colton jogging up to me. When he reaches me he swivels his hips and presses his big ass against my side. He closes one eye and grunts.

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Colton rips a 4 second trumpeting fart on me. He sighs in relief as he rubs his ass against me, grinding the butt stink in. I groan as a whiff of the eggy stench makes it to my nose.

“Ah something to remember me by babe ha-ha” Colton snickers as he makes his way to the sink.

I shake my head in disbelief before continuing on to the living room. I never expected Colton to be into something like this. I suddenly come to a stop as I realize something shocking. I’m sporting a half-chub. Am I into this?

As I think on all I’ve went through this morning I’m sure that I’m not into Colton’s farts alone. The smell of them is almost too much. But I do find how he uses them on me pretty hot. And all this morning he’s been rocking this hot-as-hell dominant jerk persona. All this together has been a real turn on for me. I guess I am into this in a way.

5 minutes later I’m looking for something to watch on Netflix when Colton joins me in the living room. Colton walks up to me as I’m sitting on the couch with the remote aimed at the TV, surfing through the action section.

“Give me the remote I want to finish that movie we were watching last night.” Colton demands but I shake my head. Colton loves his scary movies and I refuse to watch a second more of that gore-fest he was watching last night. “Nope” I say obnoxiously popping the p, “Yesterday you got to choose the movie now it’s my turn.”

“Jeez I thought you would’ve learned by now. Remember you brought this on yourself.” Colton says sounding annoyed.

Colton suddenly grabs the wrist of my arm holding the remote. He tosses a leg over my arm and pulls hard. I slide forward until I’m sitting on the edge of the couch and my face slams into Colton’s big pillowy ass. Colton keeps a strong hold on my arm, keeping my face pressed against his ass.

Colton punctuates each of his words with a fart

“Hand”

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“Over”

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“The”

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“Remote… GHH”  

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Once I let go of the remote Colton releases my wrist and I free my face from his ass. I fall back onto the couch dry heaving.  

Through teary eyes, I see a look of accomplishment on Colton’s face as he takes a seat next to me with the remote. As he pulls up the horror movie we were watching last night, he wraps an arm around my shoulders and tugs me in next to him.

I have zero interest in focusing on this horror flick so I decide to address the elephant in the room. “So you’re into this, eproctophilia?” Colton looks at me out the corner of his eye, “I looked it up on my phone while you were in the kitchen” I explain.

Colton simply pulls me in closer as he lifts his leg, and presses his ass against my thigh… ppffffttt. “Ah, Yep” Colton casually states but he isn’t done with me yet.

“Ah nothing turns me on more than farting on people” fffhhhppp, “I learned that in high school” pprrrrbbb, “Jocks, nerds, punks, teachers” rrrwwwfff, “No one was safe from my farts” fffhhhrrr, “All through high school and college I was labeled a bully and I loved it” bbbvvvvppp, “Nothing gets me harder than making people suffer with my butt fumes” rrrrmmmbbbb, “Watching people cry and choke on farts that my body produces makes me feel like a fucking Alpha God” ppppfffffrrrrr, “ And now after three years, you’re one of the many victims of my farts” ffffvvvvvrrrrr, “Your nose is one of the hundreds of casualties of my butt’s wraith” rrrrhhhhttttt, “So enjoy that thought as you have so more of this babe… NGHH”

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Colton finishes his gassy assault on my leg with a 15 second beastly fart the rumbles through my whole body. My eyes are leaking like faucets because the living room is flooded with Colton’s butt stink. Colton sighs as he removes his ass from my thigh.

When I look at Colton, his trademark smirk is gone and he looks sullen. He surprises me as he takes my hands into his. “Ken babe, I know all this was gross and weird but do you think we can do this a few times a year; maybe for like Christmas and my birthday. This is something I’m really into and want to keep doing.” Colton asks imploringly.

I take Colton’s hand and place it on my crotch so he can feel how hard I am. “I don’t think a few times a year will be enough for me Colt. I love you but I also like that farting bully alter ego you had going on. I wouldn’t mind him coming out to play more often.” And just like that Colton’s lopsided smirk is back.

“You better be careful of what you’re asking for babe. You see I’m a very gassy guy so you might be getting daily visits from him.”

I shrug. “We’re in quarantine. I wouldn’t mind getting to know him a little better while we’re stuck here.” I say making Colton laugh.

Suddenly Colton tackles me and I find myself on my back, laid out on the couch, with Colton straddling my stomach. Colton’s gazing down at me with a mischievous grin.

“Babe I know you don’t like scary movies but I think you’ll like the series I’m about to introduce to you. I… produced them all myself.”

With that Colton spins around and now he’s straddling my stomach with his huge ass pointed towards my face. Colton then starts to shuffle backwards bringing his bulbous ass closer to my face. I watch as his juicy ass cheeks wobble with his every movement. He comes to a stop when his butt is hovering over my neck. Colton reaches back and slowly peels his grey briefs down his gargantuan ass. My mouth goes dry as Colton’s bubbly globes pour out of the confines of his grey briefs and jiggle out in the open air.

Colton looks down at my face, over his shoulder, with the same mischievous grin. “Alright Ken I hope you’re ready for a little marathon babe”

Colton reaches back with both hands spreading his plump meaty globes, and giving me a peek at his winking hole surrounded by a patch of black hair. Colton falls backward, submerging my face in between his titanic ass cheeks. His fat globes easily pool over the sides of my face, making contact with the couch, completely extinguishing my head’s contact with the outside world. Colton’s voluptuous ass has become my entire universe. Colton begins swiveling his ass over my face, trying to work me in deeper, which seems impossible. Colton only stops when he feels my nose pressing against his winking asshole.

I hear Colton’s voice coming from above me. “Okay Ken the first picture I’m dropping on you is called ‘Colton’s Canon’. Enjoy”

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“Ah now the sequel is called ‘Revenge of Colton’s Canon’. Brace yourself babe this is a real doozy.”

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“Ah and here comes the last of the first trilogy and it contains a major plot twist. It’s called ‘Groom of Colton’s Canon’” Colton slides his ass down and now my lips are pressed against his ass lips. “UGGH… Now pucker up Ken; here comes your big debut… NNGHH”

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