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The prospect of beer farts is so tantalizing.

Like, having a boyfriend who notoriously gets the bubbliest raunchiest gas after a couple beers. He goes out with his friends throws back a six pack on his own and then comes home to you. You’re lying in bed peacefully. Maybe you’re on your phone, maybe you’re reading, but you get interrupted as he drunkenly bursts through the bedroom door and stumbles to the foot of the bed. His stomach grumbles and he clutches his swollen tummy, exuding the definition of a beer belly. He lets out a cocky grin as he loudly belches and leans closer to you. He grabs your toes and pulls you closer. You look up at him worried, knowing that he spent the night at his friends and he definitely had a few beers, knowing that he’s sadistic enough to make you the victim to what’s about to happen next.

“I had a few beers with the boys,” he says with an evil glint in his eyes. He pulls you closer and wraps your legs around his waist. He hiccups and burps and then chuckles. Your eyes grow wider in fear.

“Don’t be scared Princess,” he says stroking your cheek. He then pulls away and starts to unbuckle his belt. A mock sympathy plasters his face which breaks into a smile as he gets amused by your genuine fear. With a dramatic flare he pulls down his pants letting them pool at his ankles. He kisses your sternum as he crawls up your body. Moving his face up to kiss your jawline until he meets your lips. His stomach rumbles loudly again and his face lights up with a sadistic satisfaction.

“That sounds like a you problem,” he slurs. His taunts unease you further as you fully grasp the reality of your situation. You will be trapped under him while he fully unloads all of his gas. As you come to terms with the long night ahead of you he straddles your chest.

“It’s ok I’ll be nice,” he exhales sarcastically as he strokes your face and pinches your nipple. You moan at the slightly painful sensation and try to buck him off. Your attempts earn a chuckle from him. He pinches your nipple harder, his other hand softly flicking the other. You try to squirm away but he laughs at his control over you.

“Oh you poor thing. You’re not going anywhere.” He lifts his weight off of you, only slightly as he begins to pull his jeans from around his ankles. Roughly dropping his weight back on your chest after each leg is kicked off. He chuckles at your groans as he crushes you.

“I’m not that heavy am I?” he jokes with a hurt look on his face. It breaks into a smile and he stares at you rubbing your cheek. You feel him lift his weight slightly, and you take in a much needed breath. After sitting in this position for a moment you feel your chest under where he’s sitting warm up. You look up in horror and disgust as a silent wind warmed your tits. His eyes light up as the realization dawns on you and his smile is truly evil. You can tell he’s proud of himself.

“Just imagine how your face is going to feel,” he says with a knowing smirk. With that he awkwardly shifts so he’s squatting over your face. His black briefs obstructing your view of his asshole. The fabric is just barely touching the tip of your nose and you can already feel the heat from his first expulsion. Well, his first expulsion on you. The ripe scent of his undergarment illustrates the long day he’s had and the numerous farts he’s released. It’s clear he worked and then hung out with friends.

“Brace yourself Princess.” You feel his hole push out and kiss the tip of your nose through his briefs. It’s not a sufficient warning because before he even finishes speaking another silent fart gushes onto your face, well mostly silent. It starts to sputter around the same time you do. The scent is something sick; you can’t help but gag and cough cause god it’s so rancid.

“I’ve got another one.” Before you can recover his ass sputters out another. This one getting bassier as it goes on.

“Ooh, that one burned my hole,” he says, reaching back to rub his asshole through his underwear. You didn’t need him to say it though. That blast alone made your face uncomfortably warm. The hot air burning the bridge of your nose. You can hear him sniffing his fingers

“Fuckk, I’d hate to be you right now,” he laughs, as he leans back and fully plants his ass in your face now. His cheeks molding around your features and trapping your nose against his hole. You try to protest but his weight keeps you in place. You get no time to rest as he releases another, then another, and another.

You cough and grip his thighs, praying for release but you know he won’t let up. Your face starts to grow damp under his abominably warm ass. Both his sweat and your own starts to collect on your forehead and cheeks. The only air you get is an onslaught of the most diabolical farts you’ve ever smelled, even for him.

After a few minutes he finally lets up. He picks himself off of your face and stands back at the foot of the bed looking down at you with a smile. By the time he’s done with you his belly has deflated substantially and you feel like you’ve survived war.

“Good girl,” he says kissing your calf before walking away. Presumably to the bathroom based on what you’ve just endured.

You lay still for a moment trying to catch your breath, and trying not to touch yourself before he walks back into the room.

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Good morning 💨

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Ngl I’m kinda sore after that one

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Promise I’m still writing! I’m simply a very busy, very gassy person

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Get a big whiff

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Phew! My bad, buddy. I didn’t see you down there

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Gassy af in my new mesh briefs

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gross boyfriend who gets really bad morning gas.. asking if you’ll muffle a bit of the smell for him and saying if you’d love him you’d do it, and before you can comprehend it you’re hotboxxed in, face sandwiched between his musty asscheeks as his rancid fumes fill your nose..! then when you think he’s nearly done, he hand roots itself in your hair, yanking it so hard you gasp in pain so he can fit his asshole snugly against your mouth “ sorry dear, your mouth just takes them better “ he mumbles in apology before coating your tongue in his farts.. you’re getting light-headed as the farts just dont seem to stop.. how much has he got in there?? until his tummy lets out an awfully loud rumble, and his ass is now planted ontop of your face. he doesn’t want to get out of bed this morning, so you’ll happily be his toilet, right?

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“If you think dad is going to let you get away with this then you got a big storm coming!” squeaked a tiny voice. Dan chuckled looking down at the red pair of briefs in his hands. Inside he had sewn his little brother, Gabe, to the back of the briefs! He had decided to kill two birds with one stone and prank his younger brother while also providing a gift to his dad for father’s day. Dan continued to ignore his brother's complaints and folded the underwear into a nice square, and put him into a small gift bag muffling his brother's cries. He approached his dads room and opened the door.

“Happy father’s day dad! i got a surprise for you!” Dan said.”Aw you shouldn’t have, what you get me?” Dan revealed the bag he was holding behind his back.” Well i remember a while ago you were complaining about running low on underwear since you stretch them out so i decided to get you a special pair! sorry i could only afford one but i hope it helps.”

His father pulled out the nicely folder briefs and hugged his son. “It’s a start but i’ll definitely wear these soon.” He was about to put them away in his drawer but before he did Dan accidentally let out a small chuckle. “Hm? what so funny?”

Dan tried his hardest to keep a straight face, “ Oh nothing…. there’s just another little surprise about the briefs but that’s all i’m going to say!”. Dan then left the room leaving his dad alone in the room.

His curiosity got the best of him as he unfolded the briefs and noticed something inside. “Gabe? Is that you?”

“Yes please help! Dan shrank me somehow and decided to sow me on here!”. His dad just burst out with laughter. Gabe was shocked, he thought at least he would be a little concerned or mad at Dan.

“Oh god, I haven't laughed like that in years. Sounds like Dan got you good son. I can’t lie and say i wouldn’t pull a similar prank on my brother when we were younger “ A mischievous grin appeared on his face. “ You know… I have been going commando these past couple of days and I can't take another second feeling my bare skin against my pants!”

Gabe’s face turned pale white. His father unbuckled his pants and pulled them off. He stuck his legs through the holes and began to pull the briefs up. Gabe felt sick. this is definitely a side of his dad he never wanted to see. “ Wait dad don’t-“ His plea was cut short as his face made contact with his dads cheek muffling his voice. His dad then decided to take it a step further and pulling the briefs higher up to really wedge Gabe between his crack.

“Ah perfect fit if i do say so myself, Dan definitely knows what i like!”. He clenched his ass together trying to feel his son. “Still alive back there kiddo?” He then felt like squirming and a small vibration probably from Gabe screaming. “Whew ok was getting scared there… glad you’re not hurt” he then got another idea. He walked out of his room and approached Dans room, making sure not to wear pants to show Dan how they looked. He knocked on the door. “ Come in!”

As he opened the door Dan looked down and couldn’t hold it in. He laughed until tears came out. Dan couldn’t believe it, his prank ended up working out way better than he could even imagine.

“Dad i can’t believe you actually wore them!”

“Why wouldn’t i wear my gift right away? It’s only right that i do so!” he said confidently. He then extended his hand pointing a finger at him “ Dan i think you know what you have to do next”

Dan couldn’t believe it. He wasted no time and pulled his dads finger. As expected his dad let out a deep fart onto Gabe. Both men exploded with laughter.Once they calmed down Dan finally spoke, “I can’t believe you just did that Dad, Gabe’s nose has to be suffering.”

“Trust me son, he’s squirming like crazy back there! Hold on i think i got another one coming….” A 15 second fart erupted from his ass making his one look like a small toot. “Seems like he passed out i can’t feel him moving!”

“Dad you’re crazy for going along with my prank!” Dan said through his laughter. “How long are you going to keep this up for?”

“Don’t worry i was already planning on going to by some new pairs tomorrow after the gym, so until then poor little Gabe is going to have to live a day as my briefs.” he said, backing out his room to go sit on the couch and watch his shows.

He plopped down and grinded his ass into the seat making sure he could still feel Gabe. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he reminisced the different ways he used to tease his younger brother. “Hmm maybe i should ask Dan later how he managed to shrink Gabe down…. never too late to pull of a prank of my own…..” he pondered. He

would soon be distracted as he felt squirming. “Sorry son, you’re going have to tough it out till tomorrow, don’t worry though i’ll make sure to get Dan a taste of his own medicine!” were his final words as he ignored the squirming and focused his attention on the tv.

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Gabe was in the center of the quartet of muscular, bound men. His erection leaked precum as he gazed at their perfectly rounded, huge bubble butts. He felt like a king, ready to feast and fuck on the bountiful offerings before him. His dick glistened with precum as he was unable to decide which ass he should dive in and devour first. He wished he could eat and fuck all four at once. The room was thick with the scent of butt-musk as each man waved their cheeky ass at Gabe, their way of begging him to pick them first.

Gabe leaned in, his warm breath caressing a smooth-shaved Adonis ass as he whispered sweet nothings to the plump, bouncy flesh. “Hello there, aren’t you finger licking good,” he murmured, his tongue tracing the crevice of the plump ass. “I’m going to devour you.” He motorboated the meaty cheeks, causing the man to giggle as his tight pussy tightened.

Moving to the next, Gabe found himself face to ass with a dark, tempting mountain of an ass, three sizes bigger than his head. “Ah, you’re looking particularly tasty tonight,” Gabe said mischievously as he attempted to spread the man’s cheeks wide, exposing the tight, pink hole. “I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise,” he cooed, before diving in for a deep, wet kiss that made the man’s toes curl.

The third butt belonged to a lean, athletic-built man with a slim waist that made his fuzzy ass cheeks look huge. Gabe licked his lips as he gazed at the bubble-butt man twerking in his face. “You’ll be the main course, peachy,” he murmured as he moved close, letting the man’s bouncing, fuzzy, ass cheeks smack him in the face again and again. “I could nuzzle up to your fuzzy peach and stay warm all winter long.” He gave the ass cheek an open-mouthed wet kiss, “Such a juicy peach.”

The final ass, and perhaps the most tantalizing of all, belonged to a caramel-toned man whose buttocks were so firm and full, they could have been sculpted by a master artisan. “And you,” Gabe growled, “you’re going to get it rough.” He smacked the man’s ass cheek, and it felt like marbled flesh, muscular and hard. “I’m going to pound you till you can’t think straight.” The man let out a muffled moan, his body quivering as he tried to push his ass closer to Gabe, begging for it.

Gabe's plan was simple: he would start by rimming each one, tasting their sweat pussies, and preparing them for the pounding they were about to receive. He'd lick and suck, his tongue exploring every crevice and hole until they were all begging for his dick.

But as Gabe leaned in, ready to rim his first of four butts, something unexpected happened. A low rumble echoed through the room, and the scent of a raunchy fart filled the air. Gabe's eyes widened in shock as he realized the sound had come from the ass facing him.

Gabe pulled back, stunned and slightly embarrassed. The men's laughter was instant, filling the room. Gabe felt his cheeks heat up, but before he could say a word, another butt released a fart, more powerful than the last blast. The smell was overwhelming, a noxious cloud that enveloped him. And another fart, and another, till all four men were fart blasting him.

He gagged as he fell back, trying to escape the farting asses, but the men just moved their asses closer, trapping him in a farting prison. All four men easily broke free from their bondage, since Gabe was not particularly good at tying knots – it was easy for the men to break free and go from submissive to dom quickly.

They looked over their shoulder at Gabe as they suffocated and smothered him with their giant butts. “You better devour my ass before it devours you,” one of the men said as he spread his ass cheeks and shoved Gabe’s face inside in time for a loud, bassy fart to erupt in his face.

Gabe’s entire face rattled inside the farting man’s ass cheeks. When he was pulled out, he was a sweaty, gagging mess, but he was given no time to recover.

“I think my peach has gone sour,” said another man as he farted in Gabe’s face. “Give it a sniff to check.” He rubbed his fuzzy, farting ass all over Gabe, rubbing the nasty scent all over him.

Gabe was knocked around like a ping pong ball on a string. He was getting very dizzy. The farts were his only source of air, and he gagged more than he breathed in.

“Give my pussy a kiss, Gabe,” said another man as he spread his meaty cheeks and blasted a noisy wet fart in his face. “Pucker up. My ass is gonna give you a wet kiss no matter what you say.”

Gabe was able to get one solid breath before being forced to kiss the man’s farting asshole. He was held there until he managed a good wet French kiss. It was the smelliest, wettest kiss he ever had.

“Look who’s gonna get it rough now.” Said the final man, looming his giant, muscular ass over Gabe’s face. “You won’t be able to think at all after I fart blast you to hell and back.” The man sat on Gabe’s face and smothered him while Gabe thrashed his arms and legs around. Once Gabe had sunk deep enough between the man’s ass cheeks and his nose and mouth had made contact with his puckering pussy, the man let loose an assault of farts that felt like a machine gun had gone off inside Gabe’s head. The noise and stink happened almost simultaneously. There was nothing Gabe could do to stop the nasty fumes from consuming him body and soul. “How’s it feel to be our fart bitch?”

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Gassy Roommate Paiten (Edited & Extended)

Warnings/Tags: Gay Face Farting, Underwear Stealing, Somewhat Willing Victim, Straight x Gay, Bullying, F slur used quite a bit, Face Farting, Eproctophilia

You remember the first time you met Paiten. He was a cool guy, a little bit of a gym rat, but overall, pretty chill guy to hang with. You guys would hang out a lot and eventually he moved in when Dustin moved out. 

No one really knew, but you were totally into Paiten. You were into his huge arms, his awesome abs, and his ass was awesome. The way they hugged his jeans made you drool. Like literal drool. The worst part about Paiten was that he was the gassiest person you knew. A walking fart bomb is what some of your friends called him. 

You and him would be watching the football game and he’d rip ass and say nothing. Every time, a weird sick part of you would get turned on. You could feel your heartbeat start to speed up and your pants would get just a little bit tighter. 

The best worst days were when you were sleeping and you’d wake up to Paiten’s ass in your face. He’d rip a nasty wet fart and you’d startle awake with the smell of his rancid ass. He’d laugh and rush out your room as you pretend to be disgusted by him. But as soon as he was gone, you’d start stroking your dick fantasizing about him smothering your face in his giant globes.

When it was really bad, you’d sneak into his bedroom and steal his underwear from the dirty hamper in the corner of his room. You’d always try to grab a pair and then replace it with one that you have stolen before. This time you managed to steal his red Under Armor boxers and replace them with a blue Fruit of the Loom pair. 

You sneak out of his room heading back to your room when you bump into Paiten. You stumble backwards and you look up at Paiten. “What were you doing in my room?” He asks you confused before looking at your hand and then back up to you.

“Uh, I thought I, uh, left something in there?” You stumble on your words as you try to hide the undies behind your back.

“Uh huh.” His eyes narrow on you. “So, why are you taking my boxers?”

“Um.” You drop the boxers and charge to your bedroom, Paiten grabs his boxers off the ground and follows you. You go to slam the door but Paiten gets his foot in and keeps the door open.

“Look I just want to talk, I’m not gonna hurt you.” Paiten says but you keep trying to push the door closed.

“No thank you.” You say straining on the door.

“Dude.” He easily just pushes the door open and you flop on the ground. “You a fag or something?” He holds his boxers as he stares down at you.

“The fuck man, I ain’t a fag.” 

“You were stealing my dirty boxers.” Paiten sits down on your chest so you can’t get up. He begins to rub the crotch of the boxers on your face. “That turning you on?” You shake your head no but you can feel your sweats start to tent. “You want my dick?”

“No, dude, get off me.” You raise your hands to push him but he grabs them and holds them so you can’t move. 

Pffft

A quick fart comes out of Paiten’s ass and you can feel the color on your face drain. “Wait, are you a fart fag?” 

“Dude, no, stop.” Paiten gets up but he puts a foot on your chest. You take it as not to get up. You watch as he slowly unbuckles his belt and strips off his jeans. He’s wearing a pair of charcoal boxer briefs that look old. You gulp as you stare at his bulge move as he kicks off his sweats. 

“So, you’re going to tell me you don’t want this?” Paiten turns and starts to wiggle his ass. “I mean come on buddy, everyone wants some of this.” 

“I don’t.” You shake your head no but he eyes your boner. He decides to sit down on your face without warning. He moves around till he gets your nose up his crack. It’s obvious he went to the gym today. 

“How ‘bout now.” You try your hardest to fight your hardon. “Come on take a whiff, you’ll like it.” You do your very best at not taking in a breath but you can’t help it. You inhale and without meaning to, a moan escapes your lips. “I knew it.” Paiten pushes his ass farther back so your head can’t lift off the ground and releases the nastiest fart you’ve ever heard. You take a loud inhale and moan from the scent. You can feel yourself humping the air. “You’re fucking getting off on this?”

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“You’re telling me, that your faggot ass is getting off on me farting on your face.” You keep sniffing loudly without any reservation to what you’re doing. “Jesus christ you’re such a fucking faggot.” He begins to get up and out of pure instinct you grab his underwear and try to pull him back down. You’re unsuccessful and instead you rip his boxers. “Fucking faggot.” He ignores the fact that you ripped his boxers and just leaves the room.

Your boner is pressing hard against the fabric of your boxers as you keep sniffing the air trying to get what’s left of Paiten’s terrible gas.

After the hour long jack off session and sleeping for the night, you awake the next morning. You stare at the ceiling trying to decide if you should get up or hide in your room all day. You could live off the junk food and your laptop if you really need to. Instead you peek out your bedroom window to look at the driveway. 

Paiten’s car is still in the driveway, so it seems that he’s still in the house. You give a sigh before sitting yourself back on your bed. Then you see them, the red Under Armour boxers you tried stealing the day before. You stare for about 30 seconds before getting up and grabbing them.

You bring them to your nose and you take a loud inhale. You can smell the lingering sweat and Paiten’s natural musk. Again, you start to feel yourself chub up but then you realize what you’re doing and pull them away from your face. You will your boner away as you leave your bedroom. 

You make your way to Paiten’s room and knock on the door. You hear shuffling behind the door and the door swings wide open. Paiten is shirtless and is only wearing a camo pair of pajamas. Your eyes get lost at his chest and abs before he clears his throat.

“Need something?” He sounds smug. 

“Oh-uh, yeah, um.” You begin. “I’m just returning these.” You shove the red boxers into his hands. “Okay bye.” You say awkwardly as you turn. 

“Wait.” You stop but don’t make eye contact. “Does my ass look good in these PJs?” You turn and see him ass faced towards you. You can’t lie, his ass looks fantastic in those PJs and you’re about to voice that.

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He grunts as he lets out a loud seven second fart. “Fuuck me, that felt good.” He sighs in relief before wafting the air around his ass towards you. 

“You’re disgusting.” You say, even though you’re totally enjoying the view and smell. 

“That’s a compliment coming from you fart fag.” He laughs. He grabs your arm and pulls you into his bedroom. He loudly slams the door shut and flings you towards his bed. “Lay down, face up.” You blink twice before doing as he says. “Good fag.” He climbs above you and sits down on your chest. 

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The fart vibrates on your chest. “I figured there’s a reason for us finding each other.” He drags his ass up your chest and gets closer to your face. “I mean, I am the gas bomb.” 

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“And somehow, I get so lucky that my roomie is a fart fag.” 

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The smells are getting worse the closer he’s getting to your nose. “I mean, I have to take advantage of that right?” He gives you a show by flexing his butt cheeks. “And I have this fantastic ass that has fags drooling.”

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You feel a breeze against your face and you're properly bricked up now. He readjusts himself and plops his fat cheeks down on your face. “I think this can be a mutually beneficial friendship.”

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The rotten smell invades your nostrils as you sniff the gas. You can’t help but push yourself as close as you can against his clothed pucker. 

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The sigh of relief he lets out makes your dick strain against your own PJs. “It’s hilarious you’re getting off on this, but I can’t lie. Farting on your face makes my dick hard.” 

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“I’d never find a girl into this, but a dirty fag like you.” 

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“Fuuck.” He grunts as more of his sewage smelling farts fill your lungs. “I figure I could use you as much as I’d like.” You can’t argue his logic, nor do you really want to because you’re getting exactly what you want. Being trapped under Paiten’s ass is a dream come true. 

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Your nose gets bombarded by fart after fart and you can feel precum leaking into your PJs. You’ve never been so hard before and his ass is totally destroying your face. You feel hot and sweaty and it smells so bad, but your dick keeps flexing.

“I’ll never understand how anyone likes this. It’s one thing to appreciate someone’s ass, but to actually sniff farts is disgusting.” His hole flexes a few times before letting out another ungodly fart on your nose. It’s silent but the solid torrent of air being blown up your nose lets you know that he’s still releasing the toxic air. 

You cough hard as you finish inhaling that constant torrent of gas. “I don’t understand it either.” You manage to say. He responds by lifting up and then slamming his ass back down on your face.

“Don’t speak. All I should hear is you sniffing faggot.” 

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You do as he says and inhale the loud fart. It burns as it goes down and you feel lightheaded.

“This isn’t a friendship or a relationship. This is me using my ass to get off.” 

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Fart after fart keeps hitting your nose and things begin to start spinning. You feel like you're about to cum the hardest you’ve ever had in your life. 

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“That’s it faggot. Get off on my godly gas bombs.” You realize that he’s stroking his cock above you. 

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“Oh god, that feels so good.” He sighs to himself as you're forced to keep inhaling. You’re so close now, but you can’t tell if you’re about to cum yourself or pass out. 

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You can’t help the cry that you let out as your cock starts shooting rope after rope of cum. It’s the most amazing orgasm and causes your whole body to start shaking.

“That’s fucking pathetic.” Paiten laughs above you. “My ass bombs just made you cum.” 

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“Well let’s just see how long you can last with just my ass for air.”

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Bomb after bomb hits your face and you can feel Paiten is getting close to cumming as well based on how his body is shaking. 

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“God, I’m so fucking close.” He’s panting above you. “Feels so good destroying your face.”

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He lets out a rocking 15 second fart and you hear him moaning above you as he starts to cum.  The smell is starting to become unbearable now and you’re having issues thinking straight.

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“There’s no way you’re still awake after that.” Paiten jokes as the loud toxic fumes keep hitting your face. All you can smell is eggs and rotten sewage. Everything is spinning around you now. 

“Enough.” You cough out. You only get a laugh in response.

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You feel heavy and you almost feel like you're floating out of your body. You try to push him off you, but you’re too weak at this point. You begin to panic as you realize you can’t escape.

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A loud 30 second fart hits you this time and takes you out. You hear laughing as you feel your body go limp. 

When you awake again, you’re laying on the floor of the hallway. You have a massive headache and all you can smell is ass. Namely Paiten’s ass. You use the wall to get up and notice how sticky your PJs feel around your dick. You struggle to get to the bathroom but you make it and get in the shower.

You can’t stop yourself from blowing another load down the shower drain thinking about Paiten’s ass destroying your lungs again. 

~~FIN

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Merry Christmas, Billy Boy! A TSOBB Holiday Special (1/2)

‘Twas the night before Christmas tucked away in bed, Will slept soundly as naughty dreams filled his head. Set between Part 6 and Part 7. Where you can find all parts of TSOBB. Minors DNI

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I stirred from my sleep, slowly removing myself as little spoon so I didn’t wake up Clay. Noise from the living room had woken me up. I successfully removed myself, leaving Clay to snore away.

I slowly opened the bedroom door, inspecting the living room in the dim light of the Christmas tree. My eyes landed on a large, dark figure. I swang the door open and flicked the light on. I couldn’t believe who the intruder was.

In front of me was a Giant Santa Claus bent over looking through a large bag of gifts. Santa was larger than I ever could’ve imagined; his frame was several feet wide with a large balloon belly. He had to have been at least 8’ tall, barely fitting in our apartment. Even with his legs straight as he bent over, I was face level with his ass.

And what an ass it was. Encased in red cotton pants, his globe cheeks jutted out over his back, around his hips, and on top of his legs. My eyes were glued to the biggest ass I’d ever seen stretching his pants to the brim. The outline of a jockstrap shown through the strained material. The pants wedged between the watermelons, spread out to show the outline of his hole.

MRRRRERRRRRREY

A joyful noise erupted as I took in the feast that was Santa’s ass. “Ohoho, excuse me!” Santa blurted, leaning up and almost hitting his head on the light. “Milk and cookies always have a way of sneaking out.” He chuckled as he turned to me. “Merry Christmas! As I’m sure you’ve put together, I’m ol’ Saint Nick.” He gave his belly a pat and followed it with a deep “Ho Ho Ho”

If it wasn’t for the size of this man, I wouldn’t believe it, but I’ve never seen a man so large. Given the front door is still locked, I had no choice but to at least go along, “uh Merry Christmas, Santa. I’m Will.”

“I know, Will. I know who everyone is.” Santa bellied another chuckle. “But what I can’t seem to recall is whether you’re on the Nice List or the Naughty List”

Santa snapped his fingers and a large book appeared floating in front of him. He started strumming through pages, running his finger down each. Santa finished looking through the book and closed it. “Well you’re not on the Naughty List so that’s a good sign.”

The book disappeared and a much smaller book took its place. Santa continued the same process. He got to the end once again and made a puzzled face.

“That’s odd,” Santa commented, rubbing his fluffy beard. “You don’t appear to be on the Nice List, either.”

I felt beads of sweat start running down the back of my neck. What could that mean?

“Let me take a look at your file.” Santa snapped his fingers again, replacing the book with a grimy folder. An awful smell filled the room, as Santa opened the folder and flies flew out. “Now this should be an interesting read.”

That wasn’t a good sign.

“Lingered in bathroom stalls to hear other guys relieve themselves, pretended to tie your shoe behind a runner on the train. You’ve spent over 20 hours in your boyfriend’s ass, almost half of that he was unaware?” Santa tutted his tongue and shook his head. “You’ve even stopped doing your work, spending your day sniffing up your intern’s farts and making him do it?? I see what this is.” The look on Santa’s face sent a shiver down my spine and pleasure through my cock.

“That was no average indigestion earlier.” Santa warned, rubbing his belly. “You weren’t on a list because I haven’t had the pleasure of someone like you in a long time. God I’m looking forward to this, it’s been far too long.”

Santa snapped his fingers again and his clothes changed immediately. He went from the classic Santa outfit to only suspenders over a wifebeater, strapped to a pair of tighty whities. Only long black socks covered his massive feet.

Looking down, I realized my attire changed as well. I was now butt naked with a cage on my cock. I tried to reach and touch it to find my arms tied behind my back. I looked over my torso to see it covered in all kinds of demeaning humiliating names. The most prominent word was “NASTY.”

“I got rid of it after people stopped ending up on it; where you belong is the Nasty List.” Santa explained while he slowly approached you. “Rather than gifts or coal, you get a night with Santa you’ll never forget.”

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Find Part 2 here!

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In Fort Worth for a couple days if any farters or sniffers wanna hmu

[fartenthusiastwriter]

Bruce was on the top of his game, he trained for months preparing for this match. Constant workout and a meal plan that would maximize his calories and energy produced. The morning of his big game he ate extra bacon eggs, and drank three protein shakes on the way to get as much protein as he could. He could feel everything he ingested working but the pressure he felt inside was growing. The changing room was busy with all Bruce’s teammates getting pumped up for the game, while Bruce sat on a bench nursing his aching tummy as the pressure kept growing. With the blow of a whistle the changing room was empty everyone rushing to the field. Bruce rushed to his feet and pulled on his shorts. He lifted his leg up hoping to relieve some of the pressure, a loud PPPPPPPRRRRTTTTTT escaping his ass rattling and opening some of the lockers - a green haze taking over the room. Bruce feeling a bit of relief runs out of the room to meet his team on the field. The game starts as players clash - Bruce struggling to keep whatever was brewing inside. As the game went on his pain grew with the pressure inside. As an opener tried to grab the ball from Bruce he accidentally grabbed onto his shorts pulling them down. That was the final straw as Bruce couldn’t hold it in any more - BBBBBBRRRRPPPPTPTTTTTT. The loudest deposed fart anyone’s ever heard shot of out Bruce’s ass like thunder. Actually more thunderous than thunder, it was as if a nuke erupted and the arena was ground zero. The grass was scorched, items went flying. The whole building was shaking as a noxious cloud smelling of eggs and rotted meat quickly enveloped the arena and surrounding area. Anyone that was unlucky and that was everyone fell unconscious to the smell that quickly invaded their senses. Bruce stood there in the middle his shorts completely blown to pieces embarrassed “Excuse me”