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Thinking about someone making you lick their asshole after shitting til it's spotless, only to take another dump on you RIGHT after you spent half an hour getting their hole clean.

them jutting their ass back out and groaning “ooh, get a little deeper.” “missed a spot - ah, that’s it.” as you rim them, your tongue obediently slipping deeper into their hole. and little do you know until it hits something solid that their groans of pleasure are really the sounds of them pushing out another thick one, their hand thrusting you deeper up their ass when you realise. open wide, baby.

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Woah, thats a real mans ass, all sweaty and BIG. I just wanna be forced hard right into his ass, getting wet on my face, and covered in his stink!

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Thought of a short story in the wasteless universe. Not 100% sure if it fully adheres to all the lore, but here goes…

Here I am waiting outside the dean's office. I got an email saying that he needed to meet with me immediately, but he didn't say why. I didn't really think much of it until he called me in and I was met with a terrible surprise. There were three chairs in front of his desk and Brandon and Nick were sitting in two of them. They are the two people I hate most in the world. They're star members of the college football team and it seemed like their personal mission was to make my college experience as miserable as possible. They bullied me nonstop and since they were athletes (and also because Brandon's dad was rich and donated a lot of money to the school), they were able to get away with pretty much anything.

Feeling very uneasy, I made my way over to the other chair in front of the dean's desk. He told me the reason I was there is because Brandon and Nick claimed they saw me cheating on an exam in class the other day. I tried to deny it, but it was their word against mine. Two against one. He said normally I would just get a 0 for the assignment and be put on probation, but apparently there's a cheating epidemic going on. He was seriously leaning towards suspension to make an example out of me.

I was freaking out and tried to protest, but Brandon interrupted. He said in his mind, that would be letting me off too easy. He knows his dad wouldn't want to continue to donate to a college with a cheating problem, so it would be in the dean's best interest to use me to really prove a point and discourage other students from cheating. The dean asked him what punishment he would suggest. Brandon pointed out that one of the volunteer toilets in the football locker room just quit and having me serve as the replacement would be the perfect punishment. I could tell the dean thought that was a bit harsh but, in the end, he agreed that having me serve as a toilet for the football team for a week would definitely send a message. Brandon laughed and said that a week was nowhere near long enough. In fact, he had spent some time thinking of the ideal parameters for my punishment.

First, my punishment would last for the entire remainder of the semester. Second, all other volunteer showers/toilets would be reassigned away from the football locker room: I was to be the sole personal shower/toilet for the entire football team. Third, I was to be kept inside a toilet stall in the locker room 24/7 for the duration of the punishment unless I was specifically needed to service the football team. Finally, if I tried to get out of the punishment or disobeyed any orders from Brandon or Nick, I would be expelled. The dean and I were completely shocked by how sadistic Brandon's plan was. I was so stunned that I couldn't even form the words to object. The dean did try to reason with Brandon, but the university couldn't afford to lose Brandon's dad as a donor, so reluctantly the dean signed off on the plan.

Brandon then ordered me to strip naked. I tried to refuse, but the dean reminded my that I would be expelled if I didn't listen. Once I was fully naked, Brandon handcuffed my hands behind my back and then he and Nick dragged me across campus to the locker room. Being paraded across campus naked was completely humiliating, especially since they made sure to stop multiple times and let people take pictures. When we got to the locker room, they brought me into an empty toilet stall and chained me to the wall so I wouldn't be able to escape. Then they attached a tube to my dick and a weird funnel looking device to my ass. They said that way I'd be able to go to the bathroom without making a mess. They both had massive grins on their faces. I asked them why they were doing this to me and the only reply I got is "because it's fun".

After that, Brandon decided it was time for the main event. He made a point of telling me he hadn't shit in three days in preparation for this. He started by pulling out his dick and told me to open my mouth. I didn't want to give in, but he grabbed one of my nipples and squeezed it as hard as he could. When I opened my mouth to scream he started pissing in it. The taste made me gag and I could feel some dribbling down the side of my mouth. He told me he'd give me a pass since it was my first time, but in the future any spillage would result in me being punished. Once he finished, he turned around and pulled down his pants and underwear. I thought he was gonna have me lie on the floor, but he ordered me to stay upright and arch my back. Then he sat on my face. I thought my back and neck were gonna snap from his weight. He told me if I did anything to cause him to fall off, I'd regret it.

He positioned his asshole over my nose and started releasing some rank farts. He made a comment about how his protein shake was hitting hard today which got a laugh from Nick. Finally, he shifted so his asshole was over my mouth. He told me to open wide. I tried refusing again, but a kick to the crotch quickly took care of that. Nothing could have prepared me for the taste of Brandon's shit. It was indescribable and made my tongue burn. I'm surprised I was able to take it all without puking. This ordeal lasted for at least 10 minutes. Brandon wanted to take his time and savor the experience and, as he'd mentioned, he'd been holding it in for a few days so he was really able to drag this out. Once he was done, he told me to lick his asshole clean.

He probably would have sat there longer if Nick didn't stop him. Apparently, Nick wanted to ensure that my first time was memorable so he took a laxative and was now about to burst. As soon as Brandon got up, Nick pushed me down to the ground so that I was lying on my back and then slammed his ass down onto my face. He used his weight to force my mouth open and basically created an airtight seal between his asshole and my mouth. Before I even had time to process any of that, liquid shit started exploding out of his ass. It was so sudden and loud that it even caught Brandon off guard. I struggled to keep up with it, but due to the seal Nick created with my mouth it was basically forced down my throat. I could hear Nick sigh with relief as he forced it all out, meanwhile I literally felt like I was drowning. At one point I puked and had to swallow it back down because there was nowhere else for it to go.

Once Nick finished and had his asshole licked clean, they decided to call it a night. But Brandon had one last surprise in store for me. He told me he wanted me to wash his lucky jockstrap for him. He reached into his bag and pulled out the most discolored and disgusting looking jockstrap I'd ever seen. He took great pleasure in telling me it has never been washed and then shoved it in my mouth. Then he taped my mouth shut and because "he didn't want me to get to used to fresh air", he took one of his cleats and tied it to my face with my nose shoved inside. With that, the two of them turned off the lights and left.

…

As you can imagine, being the only toilet for the entire football team was an extremely unpleasant experience. During practice/game days, there was always a seemingly neverending line of guys waiting to use me. If anyone didn't want to wait in line, they just went in a nearby bucket. At the end of each day, Brandon would shove a funnel in my mouth and dump in the contents of the bucket. And even when the locker room wasn't actively in use, guys would still come use me whenever they pleased. It wasn't just limited to toilet duties either. I was used as a washing machine, punching bag (my poor nuts), and a disposal for all matters of bodily fluids from loogies to snot rockets and more. Players also loved having me give them tongue baths, rim jobs, and blowjobs. One player who had a really bad foot odor issue really took pleasure in having me clean his feet with my tongue and making me eat his toe jam. There was also the constant mental struggle of being chained in a bathroom stall 24/7.

Brandon was definitely the worst though. He basically gave up on using any other bathroom. If he had to go during class, he would come to me. He would even walk over from his dorm in the middle of the night sometimes when he had to go. Whenever he used me, he always required me to be sitting up with my back arched which meant that my back and neck were pretty much constantly sore. And he made clear that for the rest of the semester he would not take a regular shower once and that my tongue would be the only thing cleaning his body. Sometimes, he would bring a small table into the stall and just sit on my face for hours doing school work or whatever while ripping ass as much as possible. He liked to do anything he could to make this as bad as possible for me. One time he even dumped an entire jar of fiber powder into the team's water cooler.

…

One day, I was really surprised to see Brandon appear with my older brother Tim. Tim lived nearby and since I went to college out of state and my parents couldn't visit often, he would come check on me periodically. Apparently he dropped by and was surprised that I wasn't in my dorm. He asked around and someone said that he could find me here. I thought for a brief moment that I might be saved until he started laughing. He said that growing up I was always the favorite child, so it's good to see that someone finally put me in my place. Brandon asked Tim if he had to go to the bathroom but Tim sarcastically replied that he could never do that to his brother. Brandon ordered me to beg Nick to use me and I had no choice but to do so. Of course it didn't take much convincing.

As Tim was sitting on me dumping his load, he told me that he was gonna report back to our parents and tell them I was really enjoying college. He would also text them from my phone periodically to let them know everything was good. That way there would be nothing stopping me from serving out the full duration of my punishment. Brandon then mentioned that they had an away game this coming weekend and invited Tim to come use me in the team's absence. Tim gladly agreed, sealing my fate with a massive fart…

Great story! It would be more lore-accurate if Brandon was the dean's son (you can get around any rules with enough corruption), but I'll forgive that because this is hot as shit. Fantastic job!

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You pulled into the drive through with your step brother, Tyson, sitting next to you. You just wanted to grab the food, get away from here and get out of the car, as it was already starting to reek of your step bros stench. He worked out often and rarely washed, and of course you were now having to suffer for it after your dad had told you both to go get food with him.

You pulled up to the window and Tyson offered to get the lean out the window to get it. However, you couldn't help noticing the smirk on his face. The same face he always pulled whenever he'd torment you (which was sadly quite often). You slowly nodded as you rolled down the window.

"Besides, I need to clear some room anyway." He then got up on his knees and rested on the seat, pointing his swampy, slightly exposed ass at you. It took you a few seconds to figure out what he'd said, but it was too late.

BBRBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT

A booming blast shot out his ass, that made the car rattle slightly. This was accompanied by a strong, rotten, meaty stink that caused you to gag loudly. Tyson always said he needed to "clear some room" whenever he was about to fart. You knew this because he would often say that before doing it in your face, much to his amusement and your disgust. Once it finally came to an end after about 6 seconds he got back into the car and rolled up the window.

"Much better." He sighed, before turning to you, as you were still gagging. "What's got you all messed up?" He asked with a snicker. You quickly tried to roll down the widow but noticed they were locked. "Can't let you do that bro, need to keep the food warm." Tyson said smugly, obviously unaffected by the smell. You couldn't believe this, but you were going to have to breath through your mouth for the rest of the journey.

"Man, can't wait to try this stuff, although I still feel like I have to clear some room." Tyson said, grinning over at you and leaning to the side, pointing his ass at you again. You gulped in terror. You didn't know if you could make it back the rest of the drive.

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Just a daily post on my story bro, when you gonna join me and filter this gas out 😈

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Garret Grant : Social Update : Just had this fart sniffer in hell! He hates feet so i made sure he had to smell them each time i farted above 😂

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If we lived together, this is how you’d know I’m home 🥴

You can only imagine how bad it is when I’m shitting in a public restroom. I mean, it doesn’t stop me, but I still feel bad about it 😂

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Straight guy farting

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Yeah you need it bro

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The Frat Toilet (SCAT) (Commission)

(Contains: M/M, scat, farting, mouth-farting, scat-eating, kidnapping, objectification. Con-consensual.) 

My knees hurt, most likely grazed or even splintered from the cheap wooden floors, and they throb. The pain radiates up, like a flame through my nerves, but it’s the least of my problems. The least bad of the bad things happening right now. I look around at the laughing faces. Smiles I thought were friendly mere minutes ago now seem crazed and sinister. Someone tied something around my neck while my shirt was being pulled over my head. My pants are around my ankles, but I doubt they’ll stay there for long. Logan grabs a handful of hair and pulls my head back as far as it can go.

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Losing to Russ (Repost)

Warnings: Rape Fantasy, Face Farting, Cunting, Fag Shaming, Straight to Gay

Today’s the day. Today is the day that you finally get to put that bitch of a wrestler, Russ, in his place. Today is the day that you’re going to prove to everyone on your team that you’re not a loser. Today is the day you are going to win the championship and everyone is going to chant your name. You just know it.

You have a lot to prove today. Especially to Russ who you’ll be going against at some point today. For that past week he’s been messaging you, telling you that you’re going down, that there’s no way you’ll beat him. A faggot like you has no chance against an alpha like me. The text sticks in your head. You can pretend all you want, you’re not a real man. Real men take what they want, and I will once I win. You just know you’re going to beat his ass today.

All your previous matches today mean nothing. You win all of them, until you reach the point where you and Russ are staring each other down on the mat. “You ready to go down faggot?” He says cockily.

“You’re the one who’s going down.” 

“We’ll see.” There’s this cocky grin on his face, almost like he knows something you don’t.

The match starts and it goes normally. Neither one of you are particularly winning, both having matching scores. It’s when Russ pins you and sits his ass right on your face when things start taking a turn for the worse.

PFFFFFFTTT

An airy fart hits your face and you start coughing. “Whoops.” Is all Russ says as he takes advantage of your compromised state. He easily puts you in another pin and you can hear your team yelling for you to move, but the fart disorientated you. It was easily the worst smell you’ve ever experienced. You try fighting but the hold he has you in has you exposed. 

Your legs are spread and in the air, revealing your bulge for everyone to see. “You’re mine now.” Russ whispers in your ear. Before you’re even realizing it, the ref is calling the match. You stand up next to the ref as he raises Russ's hand to declare him winner. “Told ya faggot.” Russ laughs as he walks away.

You throw your head gear off and storm off towards the locker rooms. Once you’re there you punch a locker and yell out. You don’t even care if anyone hears you. “Did you really think you’d win that match?” You turn and see Russ there, looking smug as ever. “A fag like you had no fucking chance.”

“Call me a fag one more time.” You challenge as you get into his personal space.

“Whatcha gonna do? Cry?” You push him hard but he barely staggers. He pushes you back before putting you in a choker hold. “How ‘bout you be a good little fag and get on your knees.” The hold he has you in is making it hard to breathe but you use your foot and try sweeping his leg from under him. “You’re pathetic.”

“Fuck you.” 

Russ forces you on the ground and uses the time to place his ass back in your face. It’s musky and sweaty and probably the worst thing to ever happen in your life. 

PFFFFFFFFBBBRRBRBRFFFFFFT

You groan as you’re forced to inhale another disgusting fart. You cough and you gag, giving Russ enough time to start stripping off his singlet. You only notice when he’s down to his jock and he’s pulling that off. “Faggots are good for one thing,” He removes his jock and forces it to against your nose. “Serving real men.” 

The jock is musky and sweaty from his work all day. “Take a whiff of that, that’s a real man’s scent.” You try fighting against him, but it’s no use with Russ having his full weight on your chest. You do your best not to breathe in the jock, but you still need air. “I haven’t washed that all week, wanted to make sure you get the full Russ experience.” 

Russ gets off your chest and puts you back on your knees where you immediately notice the sizable dick in your face. He uses his slab of meat to smack your face and begins rubbing his balls on your face. “Lick it.” You obviously refuse, you’re not a fag. He pulls you hard against his dick. “I said lick.” You continue to refuse. 

“This dick is going up your ass, you can either choose to get it wet or not. Either way, I’m popping your cherry.” You push off Russ and try to crawl away, but you don’t get far away. He has a hold of your singlet and in an effort to get away you shrug yourself out of the singlet leaving you in your boxer briefs.

Once again he grabs you this time pushing your head against the ground and leaving your ass in the air. “I tried making it easy for you, but you had to go and do that.” His hand gropes your clothed ass. “Your a fag, even your body knows it. That’s why you have such a perfect ass for this.” His hand dips under the waistband and he squeezes your cheeks. 

Without any effort, Russ pulls your boxer briefs under your ass. You can feel his dick rubbing against your crack. “You really should’ve just licked my dick.” His dick is now pressing against your unused hole.

“Please don’t.” 

“Men take what they want.” He pushes his mushroom head hard against your hole and you feel torment as the head pops into your hole. You try to scream, but he sticks his dirty jock into your mouth making sure any sound you make is muffled. He slowly sinks his large dick into your ass. “You feel that faggot? That’s my dick rearranging your guts. You don’t have an ass anymore, you just have a cunt for real men to use.” He slightly pulls out and immediately pushes in harder. 

You try screaming again.

“Go ahead and cry. It’s always hard for a faggot to accept his place in life.” Again he pulls out and pushes in with more force behind his things. “Just a couple more inches faggot.” The next thrust he hits something inside of you and your eyes go cross. You feel your body shutter and Russ moans above you. “God you’re so fucking tight. I can’t fucking wait to ruin you.” 

His pace begins to increase as your body starts getting used to his large cock. And right when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, you feel his balls pressed against your ass. “I told you faggot, you were made for this.” He makes a point by slapping your ass. “I wish you could see this, how perfect your ass looks attached to my dick.” 

He pulls out slightly, only to slam back in. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass begins to fill the locker room. The sound is obscene and the way Russ keeps hitting that spot is making you see stars. You hate every second of this, but your cock is rock hard. 

His pace is brutal, and you just know your ass is never recovering from this. You can’t stop the moans that keep escaping your lips and you feel yourself involuntarily pushing back against his large dick. “Fuck, I’m gettin’ close fag. ‘Bout to load you up with my baby batter.” 

He keeps thrusting hard and you begin to start cumming on the ground below you. You should be embarrassed that he was able to make you cum without touching your puny dick, but you can’t focus with the feeling of his cock ruining your insides. It just feels too good and your eyes roll back.

Russ stops thrusting as hard and sheathes his full dick length in your now popped cherry. He begins groaning above you and does these tiny thrusts indicating that he’s loading you up. “You feel that faggot, that’s my cum loading you up.” He’s panting as his dick keeps shooting. “Fuck, take it faggot, take my cum.” 

The cum feels weird inside you, and even though you can feel Russ’s dick softening up he stays inside your used hole. Before pulling out, Russ slaps your ass and laughs. “You have such a perfect ass. I don’t know how you’d ever thought you were a real man.” Without warning, Russ pulls his dick out and wipes the cum off it on your ass. “Once you take dick from a real man, there’s no going back.” He stands up and uses his foot to push you out of the way. “Oh, and keep the jock, you’ll need it.” You lay there, cum leaking out of your ass onto the gross locker room floor. Your mind is running a hundred miles a minute, and at the same time your brain is empty. The only tangible thought that’s running through your head is he made me cum without touching me.

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Woah, thats a real mans ass, all sweaty and BIG. I just wanna be forced hard right into his ass, getting wet on my face, and covered in his stink!

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Detention

I looked down at my watch for what seemed like the millionth time since I came into the room almost half an hour ago. 3:20. I still had 40 minutes of detention left.

I peered up at Ms. McCormick who was sitting at her desk and scribbling busily in a notebook. I couldn’t believe she gave me such a long detention for being a couple of minutes late. If it wasn’t for her, I could be home right now watching TV instead of sitting in class an extra hour. Oh well, at least I’d be able to get a head start on my homework, I told myself.

Just as I stared down at my anatomy book to begin reading the chapter, I heard a loud fit of laughter coming from the doorway followed by Ms. McCormick’s annoyingly reproachful voice.

“You’re late,” she growled in the meanest tone possible. I looked up from my book to see Chad Parker and Kyle Clark entering the room.

“Sorry,” Chad said. “We had to tell Coach Davis we weren’t gonna be at baseball practice today.”

“Yeah, thanks to you,” Kyle mumbled under his breath. It’s a good thing Ms. McCormick was hard at hearing, I thought. “Have a seat,” she said, menacingly. 

As the two troublemakers searched for their seats, I casually checked them out, as I had done many times before in the hallways. They were both pretty hot guys…a year older than me, athletic, in great shape, with a certain cockiness that turned me on for some reason. Chad was tall with blond hair, blue eyes, and was wearing jeans tight enough to show off his enormously round bubble butt. Kyle was about the same height with brown hair, green eyes, and had an ass that was a close runner-up to Chad’s.

Much to my surprise, they both took seats on each side of me, so now I was sitting between two of the hottest guys in school. Trying not to pop a boner, I tried to take my mind off of the two jocks by returning to my studies. My eyes grazed over the letters but I didn’t really read the words. I was in no mood to study anatomy unless it involved Chad or Kyle.

Suddenly, I heard Ms. McCormick’s voice again “I need to make copies of tomorrow’s worksheets. You’d better behave while I’m gone unless you want another day of detention.” I heard both guys groan from either side of me. Then Ms. McCormick headed out, closing the door behind her.

“You’d better behave unless you want another day of detention,” Chad mocked, in a pretty accurate portrayal of Ms. McCormick’s voice. Kyle cracked up laughing, as if it was the funniest thing in the world, while I pretended to be interested in my anatomy book. “Yeah, here’s my response to that,” Kyle said. Then the unimaginable happened. BRRRRUMPPPPP!!!!!

Kyle let out the loudest, most obnoxious sounding fart I had heard in awhile. It lasted for about 5 seconds, was full of bass, and vibrated loudly against the wooden desk he was sitting in. It was such a manly sounding fart. Suddenly a whiff of sweaty unclean butthole wafted my way from Kyle’s direction.

Chad laughed hysterically. “Good one,” he commented. “But not better than this.” I looked out of the corner of my eye just in time to see Chad lift his ass slightly off of his seat and fire a fart in my direction. PHHHHRRRRTTTTT PHRRRTTT BLAT!!! A nice high-pitched three-parter that ended with a short wet blast. It wasn’t long before the smell of rotten eggs drifted my way. Chad cracked up at his own fart, while Kyle waved his hand in front of his nose, waving the stink away.

“Damn dude,” Kyle said. “What the f*** did you eat?”

“Well I had the taco salad today in the cafeteria,” he replied. “So there should be much more where that came from.” All this time, I just sat in between them, right in the middle of the crossfire and fart talk. It was just like surround sound. I suddenly noticed that my cock was starting to rise a little in my pants.

“Try to match this,” Kyle said, then I heard him straining a little, before another fart blasted out of his hot ass. BRRRRRRrrrrrrUUUUuuuUUUUmp!!! “Ahhhh,” he sighed with relief. Not only was this one a lot longer and louder than the first, but the smell was a lot shittier, like half-wiped asshole.

“Dude, you really need to learn to wipe your ass after you take a shit,” Chad said, laughing his ass off. “Maybe if I wasn’t in such a hurry to get to Ms. McCormick’s detention, I would’ve,” Kyle responded. By now, I had a full hard-on. I couldn’t believe these two hot seniors were cutting smelly farts right in front of me and talking about it like it was nothing.

“Hey, what are you reading?” I looked up and noticed that Kyle was talking to me. Then I looked down at the page I was on. Male anatomy. And there was a big diagram of the male reproductive system on the page.

“I think he’s checking out some guy’s dick,” Chad chimed in.

“But I-!” I started to explain. “Are you a fag, boy?” Chad asked, sneering at me. I opened my mouth to answer, but Kyle interrupted “Do you know what we do to little fags like you?” Kyle and Chad both exchanged mischievous glances.

Then, before I knew it, Kyle jumped out of his seat and was standing in front of my desk, with his protruding bubble butt only mere inches from my nose. All I could do was stare with amazement at the “bootyful” sight before me. Then I felt Chad’s hand grab my head from behind and as if in slow motion, I felt him push my face towards Kyle’s inviting, farting jean-clad ass.

Suddenly my nose was pressed right into the seam of Kyle’s tight jeans. The smell of his ass hit me right away. It was a perfect balance of sweaty buttcrack, musk, and slightly dirty funky asshole. I was pretty sure that my nose was directly on his hole because the smell was pretty strong.

I felt Kyle rubbing his butt back and forth on my nose, grinding his hole on my nostrils, and simultaneously felt my cock grow even harder. I was completely loving it, but in order to hide my enjoyment from the two bullies, I tried to pull away. But Chad wouldn’t allow it. He quickly shoved my head back into his friend’s stinky butt, and I guess the sudden pressure from the push caused Kyle’s butthole to react, and I was instantly struck by another loud fart.

PPPPhhHHHhhRRuuUUuuuuUuuUMpPpPP PHHERRTT!!!!! A nice deep fart followed by a high-pitched toot. As he farted, a long, strong gust of hot wind blasted me right on the nose quickly followed by a overpowering shitty smell mixed with sweat. The smell was undeniably manly and a big turn on. I heard Kyle and Chad both cracking up.

“Aw man, it stinks,” Chad commented between loud fits of laughter. “You ever heard of toilet paper?”

“The bathroom was all out,” Kyle replied, nonchalantly. PHHERRTTT PHERTTTT!!! This one was shorter and more high- pitched, but the smell only got stinkier.

“So how does my ass smell, fag?” Kyle taunted. Chad pulled my face out of his friend’s butt so I could respond. “Pretty gross, can you stop now?” I asked, secretly hoping he’d say no and continue. “Hmmmm…” Kyle hesitated. “Sure.”

I felt my heart drop with disappointment, then he said, “I’ll let Chad take over instead.” Kyle and Chad did a quick switcharoo so I couldn’t escape the wrath of their nasty gas.

The next thing I knew, Chad had smashed his butt onto my face and let out a loud stinky fart in my face….uuUuUuuUUURrrRRrRRruuUUuuUmppPPP!!!!!! “Ahhhhh,” he sighed with relief, rubbing is crack on my face. A strong egg smell wafted up my nostrils and filled them up with stink. Before I could recover from the strong smell, another one blasted me in the face a second or so later. BRUUUUMP BRRRUUUUUUMP BRUMP BRUMP!!!!! A nice four-parter…each one smellier and louder than the last. The smell lingered in my nostrils for what seemed like a lifetime.

Then I felt myself being pushed out of my seat, while I heard Kyle say, “I got one, I got one.” As I fell to the floor, Kyle rolled me over on my back and I saw him pulling his pants down. I got a glimpse of his tight white briefs and wondered how they held his big bubblebutt so easily. I noticed a pretty long medium-brown skidmark down the center.

Then before I knew it, he was sitting on my face in skidmarked, funky briefs. The moment the soft cotton briefs touched my face, I felt a long blast of hot air spread across my nose, as he let out an SBD through the skidmark in his underwear. This one was the worst- smelling one yet. Like pure unclean shitty butthole.

Kyle lifted up for a moment and I saw him pulling down his underwear. He squatted back over my face, his raw naked slightly hairy asscrack resting on my face with my nose pressed to his stinkin’ butthole. His hole smelled very musky and dirty. Then he cut another series of farts. BruuuUmp BruuUump BruUuUump PHERRTTT!!!

Followed by more hysterical laughter. I heard the guys slap palms, giving each other high-fives. “Smell that one, fartface,” Kyle demanded, menacingly. “Ooh ooh, I got one,” Chad chimed in, excitedly.

Once again, they made a quick switch. Chad quickly pulled down his pants and straddled my face in tight-fitting boxer briefs. He, too, had on unclean underwear, with a few light skids in the seat of his boxer briefs that I could see through the back. He squatted down and let my nose enter into his ripe butthole. I heard him straining really hard, and felt his butthole pushing out against my nose really hard. Then after a few seconds of pushing… PPPPPppPPPHReEERRRrTTTtttTT BLAT BLAAAATTTT SQUIRT-SQUIRT!!!

As the overwhelming eggy/shitty smell blasted my face, I noticed that the cloth felt a bit moist on my nose. Then I felt Chad quickly jump up and saw him pull up his pants really fast. “Oh shit,” he said, buckling his jeans frantically. “I think I let out a too much.”

Both guys cracked up, as Chad hurried out of the door and down the hall toward the bathroom. I just laid on the floor, completely blown away by the whole experience. “Hope you learned your lesson, shitface,” Kyle said, sneering. “Now get back in your seat and pretend it never happened before Ms.McCormick gets back. And if you say anything about it to anybody, we’ll do it to you again, but this time we’ll invite the whole baseball team.” The thought of being farted on by the whole team made my cock even harder, but I guess Kyle wasn’t paying too much attention. I quickly got off of the floor and into my desk before he could notice the throbbing boner in my pants.

A few seconds later, Ms. McCormick returned, carrying the copied worksheets. She suddenly stopped in her tracks as she entered the room. “What happened in here?” she asked, her face scrunched into a disgusted expression. “Smells absolutely atrocious. One of you must be responsible for this.” Neither one of us spoke. “That leaves me with no choice but to give BOTH of you another day of detention,” she said. “And where is the other hoodlum? No one leaves detention without permission. I will see ALL of you again tomorrow.” Kyle groaned loudly. I looked back down at my anatomy book and smiled inside. I wondered if I would get more of Chad and Kyle’s smelly fart treatment.

[projectfeetfarts]

welcome home, roomie

[ eprocto / eructo / scat / slob ]

Your ex-frat roommate has no hesitations about his movements, and you can never help but stop to listen.

You're used to the way the air in your apartment is never quite the same as the air in the hallway. It's most obvious when you first open the door, the warm stink of stale farts and musk, but after six months of living here you find that you quickly forget what fresh air smells like after a few minutes. The olfactory assault always sets off a bit of anticipation in your stomach though, a reminder of what lays beyond every time you walk through the door.

Matt is your roommate, an ex-frat type that had lived in the apartment for a few years and needed some help paying the bills. He had been relaxed and friendly when you first inspected the place, a warm, solid figure, muscle and fat in equal measure. Certainly not a hardship to look at. You had gotten along well, and it didn't take you long to decide to move in. It wasn't that you regretted doing so, but you definitely had been blindsided by the quirks Matt had neglected to voice about himself in your introduction. Namely: he was lazy, unashamedly gassy, and an utter slob.

Walking through the living room to the kitchen, you can't see your roommate anywhere. The TV is still on, a low murmur of a sports channel, and you're surprised to see he isn't taking up the couch like usual, splayed indecently in some state of undress. (That was always a flustering surprise, and happened more often than you let yourself think about.) Neither is he digging into the fridge for a beer, or sitting his admittedly incredible ass on the kitchen counter in his should've-been-thrown-out-years-ago briefs. You begin unpacking the few bags of groceries you picked up from the store, storing away vegetables and soda, when you hear it. The sloppy, echoing splatter of Matt's gas into the toilet.

You're familiar with the rush of heat across your skin by this point too, the way your pulse picks up at the revolting sound. The first time you had heard Matt take one of his obnoxiously loud dumps, you had been disgusted for maybe the first five minutes before the unexpected arousal crept up on you. You'd tried to deny it to yourself, of course, but there was very little room for argument when you throbbed between your legs every time your roommate grunted out an urgent log. The noise is impossible to ignore even if you wanted to, as you had those first few weeks of moving in. Matt's dumps were audible from anywhere in the apartment - moaning and groaning in between bellowing farts, swearing after every heavy coil of shit that left him. His habit of leaving the bathroom door open make the sounds crystal clear.

Another amplified, bubbly fart cuts through the stillness of the apartment, followed by a groan of relief. You shift on your feet, staring blankly at the off-white countertops. It's so hard not to picture him leaned back against the toilet tank, legs spread and one hand on his gut. Pressing deep into the area beneath his belly button. Face creased in concentration and bliss. You'd glimpsed him in this position when you passed by the open bathroom door once, unable to stop yourself from taking a look, and the image has haunted you since. You can hear the creak of plastic as he shifts on the toilet seat, a soft vocalisation that might've been him straining, and then the hard, gassy splattering of shit dropping into the water, steadily growing into distinct, slow plopping as his load grows more solid.

You wonder what he's eaten today to make himself so gaseous. The shit sliding out of him sounds soft and numerous, unlike most of the giant, solid logs you know he's capable of producing - and, damnit, your cheeks flame for even taking so much notice of your roommate's bowel movements.

You can hear him breathing deeply, sounding slightly out of breath, and the apartment is quiet for a while. You listen carefully, beyond convincing yourself that you shouldn't be, and wonder if he's done. You think he might be, when a final, ass-shaking fart blows out what seems to be the last few chunks of shit, cresting into a wet roar before tapering off. "Ohh, fuck," you hear him moan, and he lets out a guttural belch that rings in your ears.

He's a pig. An absolute pig. And you're throbbing in your pants just listening to him.

The toilet flushes and Matt appears around the corner, quickly enough for you to wonder if he even wiped, and his eyes latch onto you, flushed red in the kitchen with your hands in grocery bags.

"Oh, hey roomie," he says, giving his bare belly a scratch. "Did you just get home? A word for the wise, maybe avoid the bathroom for a while - I just unloaded those burritos we had for dinner, and we might be smelling that one for a few days." He grins and heads into the lounge without a care in the world. You're left in the kitchen, speechless and frozen, for longer than you care to admit.