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str8brostink · 15 days ago

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The Fart Room

When your gym crush invited you to a party he was throwing that evening you were ecstatic. You weren't even able toplay it cool, instead eagerly accepting.

He smiled at your enthusiasm and told you to be there for 19:00, and gave you his address.

Not only were you going to get to spend time with the guy you would secretly check out, but he said it was going to be attended by other guys from the gym so you figured it'd be a good chance to befriend them. Maybe get some tips on how they got in such greatshape.

You rocked up on time, you thought of being fashionably late after seeming too eager earlier. Butdidn't want to risk looking rude,

He opened the door with a smile when he saw itwas you

"Great you're here, come on in"

You entered his home, trying to make friendlyconversation as you kicked off your shoes. Listeningout you couldn't hear any music or any chatter.

"Am I the first to arrive?" It'd be a bit awkward, but at least you could meet each person as they came.

"Yeh, needed to get you in position before myguests arrived".

You paused, confused. "I'm sorry, what do you mean get me in position...and you mean 'other'guests?""

"What? No, mate. This is for my mates at the gym, you know, real builders. Not little guys like you. I mean other than you perving on me we have like no interaction. I invited you here to do us a service."

The amount of revelation stunned you. The admission he knew you oggled him, on top of the insults.

"What service?"

"Here let me show you".

He opened the door to a cupboard under the stairs,and gestured for you to take a look. Leaning in you could see that inside was a large cut out space. Big enough to stand on the end nearest the door, and on the other end, space to sit/kneel. What was more concerning was on the low end there was what looked to be a collar chained to the wall.

It was at this moment you were very aware of the muscular man stood behind you. Blocking your exit.A man you knew nothing about and willingly had entered his home.

"See we get together a lot and we learned early that when you get a lot of gym bros together there's a rather unpleasant smely issue. You know what it's like with all that protein. Wrecks havock on our guts and the farts are toxic. You can only hold them in for so long before it becomes uncomfortable. So for everyone to be able to party in comfort, but not stink out the place, we came up with a solution. The Fart Room".

Using his imposing size he started to push you into the cupboard.

We get some eager little guy from the gym, invite them round and put them in here. As the night goes on people need to use this room more and more.Y'know, the build up of protein shakes, broccoli and chicken diets and the beers at the party. They come in, let rip, and that nights recruit sniffs it all up".

By now you're fully in the room, being slowly pushed further back. You had to start crouching to avoid the ceiling.

"That's sick! Just go outside".

He rolled his eyes, annoyed at you wasting time. It's cold outside, can't keep opening doors to fart, everyone would freeze. Come the summer, we're all out there and don't want the wind blowing our wind back at us. This solution works all year round"

"Then just fart in here without a victim!" At this point your head smacked into the ceiling, the pain forcing you to drop down to your knees, where he loomed over you.

"Sorry, can't. The smell builds up and by the end we stink when we leave having marinated in it, and the gas escapes when you open the door. That's where you come in. You'll breathe it all up. It's better if you take it right from the source, to avoid it lingering. Best you do a good job from the start as well; as we get more drunk, we get a bit more aggressive with making sure we don't smell it; and will force your face in our cracks. He leaned down, reaching past you and picked up the collar.

"Sometimes people arent willing or try to escape. That's where this comes in". He held the collar to your face. "Will you need it? Or are you one of those fags that get off on this?"

"Please, l just want to go home".

"I don't care. Look, alone I can overpower you and chain you up. If you make me do that, l'l tell each guy to not go easy on you, and they 'll be rough. We're talking aggressively roided up blokes only too happy to let off some steam. Once the lock goes on you'll be at their mercy. So I would suggest you choose this". With that he unbuckled the collar and without protest put it tight around your neck.

"That's a good little fart filter. Now let's practice before the party starts".

He stands up, turns around, and lowers his shorts revealing his large muscular cheeks. Immediately you're hit with a sour pungent smell. Clearly if he did shower after the gym that day, he skipped cleaning his ass. Gently pivoting his hips his ass jutted out, inches from your face. Inviting you to come closer. You leaned in and as you felt his warm skin you were hit by the first fart.

BBBBBMMMMFFFF

It was quick, but loud and deep. The smell was as bad as he'd warned. You could smell the veggies he'd been eating. The surprise and stink made you instinctively pull away. Causing you to hit your head again in the tight space you were crouched in.

"Best get used to it, or if you keep flinching like that you'll leave here with brain damage. Though then again, maybe wouldn't be a bad thing, hit your head enough maybe you'll get amnesia and this can become a permanent set up. Would faggy like that?" He laughed as he wriggled his ass in front of you.

You didn't answer, so to fill the silence he let out a long rip.

BBBBBBBRRRRRRPPPPPPP

"Sniff that up, quickly, I'm getting a hint of it up here"

To avoid any repercussions you leant back forward and sniffed the air vigorously. Reaching as far as the tight chain would allow you to reach, the collar strangling you for the effort.

"That's better, I think you get your job. Oh, and you may have wondered about the towel hanging here. Well, sometimes the farts get a bit. ..wet. We try not to judge each other, these supplements can do all sorts to your body. So if a guy sharts a bit, just wait until he's finished and when he's gone wipe your face ready for the next visitor"

As if knowing you were about to try one more time to object and plead to be released, he let out a final fart into your open mouth. As you coughed and spluttered, trying not to focus on the taste on your tongue, there was a knock at the door.

"Oh, here we go! See you later Sniffer!"

And he left, closing the door.

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str8brostink · 15 days ago

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Mile High Sub

You stowed your bag in the overhead compartment and sat down in your seat. Glad to finally be settled after being stuck in the airport for near 3 hours, uncomfortable and bored. Other than the occasional stand to let your neighbours take their seats, window and middle, you were finally able to begin to relax.

Scrolling the film selections to pick out what you might watch on the journey, struggling with the poor selection, you started to watch the cabin crew get ready for take off. You hadn't noticed one of them when boarding, but you had certainty noticed him now!

The man was walking down the aisle checking the over head compartments. His face was stern looking, not like the overly polite air stewards you were used to. His beard was trimmed and styled immaculately. Kept short, with fades and cut lines. He could have been a model. His brown skin was complimented by the colours of the uniform; a cream shirt, chocolate brown trousers and waistcoat, with burnt orange accents.

The uniform itself you noticed must have been at least one size too small for this man. His tree trunk legs were risking splitting the sides of the trousers, the shirt showed off his impressive biceps and the waistcoat held taught. As he neared your seat you knew you had to check out the back. A man this built in clothes like this, that ass was going to be worth a look.

As he got to your compartment you first checked out the bulge. He'd obviously made sure to not be too on display, but there was a meaty package bundled in the front. But as expected the ass was the main show. When he moved to the next compartment you followed him. That ass was godly. The trousers, struggling with the thighs were pulled taught across his huge globes. The clothes you realised must have been tailored, because despite the tightness, there was enough material to fully envelop both cheeks and go right up his crack. You could only imagine how those trousers would smell after this 10hr flight.

The sight was worth the look, but too late you realised he'd stalled at the next compartment to fix something and in doing so had caught you looking. As you glanced up you caught his look. He gave nothing away; no potential anger, flattery of the attention, nothing. Quickly you sat back in your chair and started tapping at the screen, pretending to pick up your film search. You could hear he'd started to move on and you relaxed again. That was too close.

You made sure to avoid eye contact as he carried out that rest of the checks and before you knew it it was time for take off. You did have to watch him do the safety announcements which was awkward, but he never once looked at you and was ever the professional. Assured he'd not taken offence you relaxed again and tried to settle in to a film.

After about an hour the crew started to run down the plane handing out meals to those who'd order special options; vegetarian, halal, etc. You took the opportunity to enjoy as he waddled his ass up and down the aisle. On the next one he stopped at your row, and started speaking to the lady next to the window. He leant forward to hand her meal, his bulk forced you to lean back to give him space. His size was so imposing and you could feel his natural authority seeping from him.

As he straightened back up you followed him with your eyes, and they fell upon his name badge where it read, 'Amir'. You then met his eyes. He lingered for a moment, towering over you staring down as if assessing you. Before walking off. Heart racing you tried to stay calm, and more importantly hide the erection that was growing.

A short while passed and you could see him now working on the main meal service. Walking backwards pulling the trolley, joking with a colleague who was on the other side pushing. They served meals to the passengers ahead, working their way down the plane. Once they got to the rows just in front you were treated to his ass inches from your face. Turning this way and that as he handed out meals, you got to see it from all angles. You tried not to stare having been caught once, but you couldn't resist.

The chatter from Amir and the other steward grew louder and you looked up to see them both laughing. You didn't understand what was being said in the language, but the other steward looked at you then back to Amir and nodded. Amir said something and they both laughed.

While getting something from the trolley, Amir bent forward pushing his ass out and towards you. You didn't hear anything, but a second later you smelt it. Covered by the smell of the plane food that was being released with each meal lid pealed off, Amir had released a silent fart in your face. He said something in his language to his colleagues and they both burst out laughing.

Your cheeks turned red. It was unbelievable what had happened. Should you tell someone? But who? And say what, that you, a grown man, had been farted on by another man. It was too embarrassing.

Amir turned to you, the laughter gone and the imperceptible face returned. He asked your neighbour what meal option they wanted and handed it over. The moment of dread came, when you'd have to speak. But instead of asking the question to you, Amir placed a tray in front of you.

"...what... is it?"

His tone was cordial. "It's your special dietary meal".

"Oh I didn't order anything, I can just have the regular chicken."

"This was prepared especially for you". The tone never changed but his eyes bore in to you, as if daring you to challenge him further.

"So-sorry. Thank you."

The two stewards laughed as they moved on, saying something you couldn't understand.

Looking at the meal you knew something had been done. The water bottle had been opened, could he have spit in it? The foil lid had been put back but you were sure it had been lifted, what had been done there? The bread roll, looked as if it had been squashed. Maybe sat on. You gave the food a sniff. The strong smell of all the airplane food made it had to detect anything, but you were positive you caught the faintest hint of a familiar smell, of Amir's fart.

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Mile High Sub - Part 2

Having come to the conclusion that Amir had sabotaged your food, you found you no longer had much appetite for it. You pulled the chocolate bar you'd packed out of your bag and made do with that. You put your headset on determined to just get through the flight without further incident, leaving your meal to go cold.

About 20 minutes later you could hear the rattling of the cart and saw Amir and the other stewards coming to clear up after the meal. Feeling nervous as he approached, you readied your tray. When it was your row, without looking up from the film you passed your neighbours' trays along. Then finally your own.

Amir had taken the other two as if on autopilot. But as you held out your own tray, he stopped. He said something, the movie audio drowning him out. He didn't take the tray, and you knew you couldn't ignore it any longer. Slipping off the headset you looked up, in to his ever inexpressive face.

"Pardon, did you say something?". You held the tray up again, praying he'd just take it and move on.

"I said...Was there a problem with your meal?"

"Oh...urm...just wasn't hungry I guess"

He leant in so his face was inches from your own. You glanced to your neighbours, surely they would see this as threatening behaviour too! But the one next to you was already asleep! The window seat occupant too engrossed in their film choice.

"But I made that especially for you...". He growled, menacingly quiet.

"What...what did you do to it?"

"Why would you think I'd do anything to it?...". His question hung in the air, a challenge to call him out.

"I...did you...I'm sorry." You hung your head, ashamed. "You wouldn't have. Please. I just didn't want it"

Amir smirked. His expressionless demeanour was intimidating enough. But this was different, it felt like he'd been assessing you and had now made his decision.

He stood up straight, talking once more as if to any passenger. "Of course, I do hope the next meal will be to your satisfaction". Finally taking the tray and busting it in the cart.

Turning round so he was facing the people on the other side of the aisle, you were once more presented with his godly ass. Stretched material, cupping and lifting his muscular cheeks.

A metallic clang grabbed your attention. A fork had fallen from the tray, crashing down on the floor. Your head swivelled as Amir bent down to pick it up. Too late you realised his plan. His ass was inches, centimetres, maybe from your face. Your entire view taken up by it. The crack lined up dead centre. And above the air con and hub bub of chatter, you heard the faintest fart.

Ppffftt.

Amir straightened up, but as he did, he rounded his back to push his ass out more. For a split second slamming it in to your face, you could feel how toned it was as it flattened you.

Placing the fork and tray in the trolley he walked on, leaving you to breathe in his little gift.

You were so anxious as the flight went on. Paranoid that everyone around you knew you had twice now been farted on, they were talking about the loser who was being bullied by the air steward like school boys. You were doubly sure that his fart lingered on you. Did your clothes smell of it? Was it in your hair? You desperately wanted to go wash your face, but the queue was so long following the meal. You couldn't go stand next to everyone like this!

The plane had been in the air for 2hrs now yet still a further 8 to go of this nightmare. Giving up any hope of relaxing you just stayed vigilant to Amir's movements. A further 15 mins passed and he hadn't been seen. You decided now was the time to rush to the toilet. He was towards the front of the plane, you were positive that's where he'd been last. The toilets at the back would be safe.

Slowly you got up, checking the aisle as far as you could see, then headed back to the toilets. You got there just as someone else nipped in to the first one. 'shit!' you think at the misfortune and check the others. Full too. Angling yourself so you can see up the plane so if Amir appears you can race up the other side. You hear a toilet flush and relieved spin round, only to see the door open and Amir step out.

Horrified you stared up at him. He must have had at least a foot of height on you. The muscle made him like a giant compared to your slimmer frame. Amir stared down, shrinking you with a look.

"I knew you were a queer when I caught you perving on my ass". The word queer dripped with venom as he said it. "I thought a little punishment would put you in your place. Put you right off even thinking about my ass. But here you are, waiting to get in the toilet and get high off my shit. Fucking pervert"

Speechless you stood there. This wasn't true. You didn't want any of this. It was a harmless glance.

Before you could even think of a response, Amir pulled you by the scruff of your neck in to the toilet. It would have been small with just yourself, but with Amir's large frame it was a right squeeze.

The room stunk. It had the smell of the past hours of everybody's use to start with, but fresher on top was the smell of Amir's recent shit. He must have been in here during the time you hadn't seen him, for 20mins unloading in to the toilet.

"This what you wanted? Does my shit smell good to you?"

"I didn't..."

He jabs his knee in to the back of yours, and forces you down. Hands and knees in front of the toilet, inches from it. The floor sticky with piss and dirt, you try and push away avoiding the bowl itself. Amir just holds you down, keeping your head over it.

"Breathe it in gay boy. That's a man's smell. My shit is worth more than you."

The suction of the flush had thankfully cleared the bowl, but you could still smell it. It was like a festival porta-loo at the end of the weekend. You wanted to be sick.

"Please...", was all you could muster.

"Was it not as you hoped? Disappointed its gone? Here, come get it from the source." With that he pulled you round so your face went straight in his ass. The brown trousers soft material did nothing to undo the taughtness of the fit, and his hard glutes crushing your face in to his hand.

PPPPRRRRRRBBBBB

The fart echoed in the small room. It was like being back over the toilet. Worse even.

"You like my shit? Sniff it! Sniff it now!"

PPPPBBBBTTTT

Another meaty fart hit your face. You could practically taste it. This muscle hunk made sure he got his protein and the farts were the outcome. You wanted to beg, to make him stop. But the words just wouldn't come.

PPPPBBBTTT

PPPBBBBRRRRRBBB

PPFFFTTT

After about 10 minutes he let you go. You sat back. Too afraid to look, you stared down at the floor.

"You fucking disgust me. This is where you belong. You're not going to leave this toilet for the rest of the flight, do you understand me?"

You stared at the floor, tears running down your cheeks. "Please..."

"I said...do you understand me?"

You nodded. He was right. You couldn't go back out there. Amir definitely made sure you stunk of him now. Your face and clothes were permeated with his odour. Like being skunked.

Seeing your acceptance, Amir opened the door. Before too much of his gas could escape he slammed it shut again. From the outside you heard a click of the lock. Muffled voices came through. First a passenger enquiring if it was free. You thought you heard Amir respond it was "Out of Order". Then two voices speaking another language, Amir and his colleague from earlier you assumed. There was a quick back and forth, laughter and a mocking bang on the door.

You stayed there. In the dark room. Kneeling in dried piss. Breathing in Amir's farts.

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str8brostink · 15 days ago

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Yeah you need it bro

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A Festering Sleepover

There was a mixture of excitement and nervousness flowing through you as you knocked on the door. Being invited to a sleepover with 2 of the hottest guys in school felt like a dream come true, but also worrying, in hopes that you could impress them. The door then swung open and there he stood, Jason in his attractive, swaggering glory. With his messy blonde hair, cute jawline and slim, muscular build.

"Hey dude, glad you could make it. Brad's just upstairs and he's looking forward to getting his hands on you." He winked, before turning around and heading up the stairs. You quickly followed after him, though one thing that made you shocked was that he didn't have any pants on. He wore a grey shirt, but had his red underwear fully on display. Not that you were complaining, as it gave you a much better look at the outline of his globe like ass cheeks. You could barely contain your excitement thinking about what you would be getting up to. You'd put in the effort to make sure you looked your best, gelling your hair and wearing some fancy clothes.

Eventually, you got to Jason's room where he swung open the door to see Brad lying on the bed, and it was easy to say that he was just as stunning as Jason. Beautiful alluring blue eyes, slick brown hair and cute body overall. Just like Jason, he was also only wearing a grey shirt and underwear. There was something that excited you about that.

"Hey man, this the guy you were talking about? Thank god, I was starting to get a little cramped. Come on get in and let's get started". Brad then stood up and got under the covers of the bed, lifting it up inviting you over. As you quickly stepped towards him, you noticed an almost musky smell in the air. You tried not to let it distract you, but it was certainly noticeable. It couldn't be coming from Jason or Brad could it? They were both just too cute. You got under the covers next to him, only for Jason to get on the other side. You were now sandwiched between them. It was all happening so fast, not that you would complain.

"So, dude, what do you have planned?" Jason asked, and you just looked over at Brad, anticipating his answer. Whatever you did with them would be ok with you.

"Well man, I got a few movies we can watch, some snacks we can have and other stuff too." That sounded like a pretty cool night to you, just hanging out with the hottest guys you knew.

"Nice, and now we've got this guy with us we can- Wait, hold on." Jason stopped in his sentence and squinted his left eye a little. You were a little confused by this when suddenly a sound filled the room.

FFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT

A short but unmistakable sound came from the left of you. It was muffled by the bed cover, but there wasn't any doubt in what it was. Did Jason really just pass gas like that in front of you. There was just something rather un-sexy about that, that made you feel a tiny bit less attracted to him. Brad seemed to have the same reaction.

"Awww, really dude, already?" You were a bit confused by what he meant by 'already'. Also, you couldn't help but notice a little smile on his face. Jason just shrugged, clearly uncaring.

"Better out than in." He snickered. You hoped this was just a little joke and wanted to move on from it, so you decided to play along with Brad, hoping it would calm him down.

"Yeah dude, really?" For some reason though, once you'd said this, Jason's facial expression changed. He looked at you with a look with a narrowing look in his eyes that you weren't sure you liked. You turned to Brad for help, only to see him smirking at you.

"What's the matter, can't handle a bit of gas?" You began to stutter now, worrying if you'd accidently insulted them. That would be a terrible start.

"Maybe he just needs a first hand whiff?" Jason said, and before you could ask what that meant, he lifted the bed cover. As soon as he did so, you were hit with an eggy stink that caused you to cough. You were about to ask if this was some weird joke when suddenly you felt a grip on your shoulders. You looked to see that both Brad and Jason had grabbed you and, before you could even question this, they forced you under the blanket and sealed the cover.

You looked around, now trapped under the bed cover. To your left was Jason's red underwear cladded ass, and to the right was Brad's. Now that you were under here, you noticed that Brad was right about his reaction, as Jason air biscuit did particularly stink, especially up close to the source. Another thing you could unfortunately smell was how musky both their asses smelt. It was an instant turn off for you when compared to how they looked. You were surprised how much room there was and how your entire body was able to fit underneath. Perhaps you were just relatively small?

Was this some sort of sick joke? If so, you weren't laughing at all. If this is how they were going to treat you, then you were going to leave. No sleepover was worth this, not even with them. You tried to crawl out through the top of the cover, but no matter how much you tried to push against it, it wouldn't budge. They must be blocking it. You then tried to crawl out the bottom, but they were using their feet to keep that blocked as well. You looked back up and decided to call out.

"What's the meaning of this? Let me out!" You cried out, only to be met with a snigger.

"That sucks dude, is it cramped down there? Don't worry, I'll give you some AIR." You heard, what sounded like, Brad call out to you, only for Jason to laugh. It was a little hard to tell, as there voices were muffled. You wondered what he meant by that, when to your horror, you saw Brad lower half tilt to the side, his ass now pointing at you.

BRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPP

It wasn't muffled by the blanket this time, and you got a full blast of the sound and smell. It was disgustingly meaty, something you never expected to come out of a guy as sexy as him. The worst part was that the smell was seeping out very slowly, leaving you forced to breath in most of it. You thrashed as hard as hard as you could at the cover trying to get out, but it wouldn't budge. They must've been pretty strong.

"Haha, hope that's better, now stay down there loser. This sleepover's only for real guys." Jason called out to you. You couldn't believe this had they really tricked you like that? Surely they couldn't keep you down here all night, could they?

You then heard what sounded like the TV switching and the both of them starting to watch a movie. You tried again, to push at the covers, desperately wanting to escape, but to no avail.

"Man, do you here all that noise coming from under the covers?" Jason asked Brad sarcastically.

"Oh yeah dude, I do. It's probably just me. You know what Chilli does to me." He then leaned over to the side again, much to your terror and effortlessly let out a...

BBBBRRRPPPRRRBBBBTTTTTTTTTT

You coughed violently. That explained the meaty stink. They both then laughed again, before getting back to watching the movie. You didn't know what movie it was, but it sounded like some generic action film, with all the gunshots. It was best not to distract them, in case they farted on you again. It would be safer to just try and breath through your mouth until this was all over.

The movie was sadly longer than you hoped. Throughout it, you could here both of them talking and giggling with each other, acting as if you weren't there. They would also lean to the side, occasionally letting out burst of flatulence, making the atmosphere under the bed thicker.

As the film went on, you (unwillingly) learnt something about them both. Brad's farts were more airy and sounded like out of tune brass instruments. There was a strong stench of rotting meat from each of them, making sense as he did say he'd eaten chilli earlier. Jason's however, were more wet and sloppy, sounding like a broken lawnmower or a chainsaw. They certainly had the power of one. They also had a strong eggy scent that was making it difficult for you not to gag. To put it lightly this was torture.

You also couldn't believe that the 2 hottest guys in school were acting like this, as well as having gas that smelt this bad. Shamelessly farting around someone and laughing about it. If only everyone at school knew about this.

Eventually, it sounded as though the movie came to an end, as you could here the credits rolling. Thank goodness, hopefully that meant this would be over soon.

"Meh, not a great movie. What did you think dude?" You heard Brad ask Jason.

"You know what I thought?" Asked Jason, leaning to the side, much to your dismay.

BBBBBBRRRRRRPPPPPTTTTTTTTT

They both laughed as you coughed and tried to waft the eggy stench away, which was very difficult to do.

"Damm bro, not bad, but it ain't nothing compared to my chilli gas." Brad said, almost smugly.

"What do you mean dude? My farts smell way worse than yours, thanks to the poached eggs I had today." Jason sounded almost a little annoyed by this.

"Nah man, chilli gives you some pretty rank farts, way ranker than yours."

"Nah, dude eggy ones are the worst." You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Where they seriously arguing over the stink of their revolting flatulence?

"Chilli is the worst." Brad stated

FFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT

He leaned to the side, letting out a meaty fart in your face.

Nah man, eggs are." Jason retaliated, also leaning to the side

BBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAARRRRRRRTTTTTT

A sloppy fart came from the other side, also hitting you in the face.

"Chilli" FFFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRTTTTT

"Eggs" BBBBBBBRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT

The combining cocktail of a stink was a little too much for you, as well as the strong wind filling up the tiny amount of oxygen left under the cover. To make it worse, the stench had caused the gel in your hair to wilt and flop down over your forrid. All that money you'd spent on it, wasted. You wondered how much longer this would go, when suddenly you heard Brad interrupt the argument to say something.

"I know, why don't we ask butt boy down there? He's got a first hand, or nose, experience with our farts." Jason calmed down and agreed with him. You then saw a flood of light as the covers were slightly lifted, letting a the stink out to your relief (well, a bit anyway). You felt like making a run for it, but both of them had slid their thighs together, holding you in place.

"Hey ass face, can you just tell him that my farts are worse so we can settle this?" Brad asked. Jason gave him an annoyed look.

"Yeah man, just settle this, and maybe we might let you go." Jason said, looking back at you with a suspicious smile. You didn't have enough energy to try and argue so you quickly tried to come up with an answer. It was a hard choice, that you didn't even want to make. But eventually, you decided on Jason, as you had always hated the smell of eggs anyway. Brad looked pissed off whilst Jason cheered in celebration.

"There, I answered, now let me go." Brad looked down at you, quickly recovering and smiling again.

"Sure, but first, answer me this question. Do you know what's better than a Canadian microwave?" You were a bit confused and tried to think of an answer. Unfortunately Brad, beat you to it. "A Dutch oven!" He proudly exclaimed before you saw him grunt and lean to the side again.

PPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Once he was finished, he quickly sealed the covers, trapping you in again with the smell. You could here both the boys laughing meanly at your expense. It was so outstanding to you how they both seemed to relish in your suffering. Was this really how you would be spending the night, trapped with these repulsive fart machines? How could you have let this happen to yourself?

"Nice one dude, and hey, don't feel bad man. For what it's worth, you're still a pretty great farter." You heard Jason say, which disgusted you. How could anyone be a good farter?

"You really mean?" Brad responded, now sounding like he'd cheered up.

"Yeah, you remember last taco Tuesday at school, where we had that farting competition in the janitors closet? You were awesome at that."

"Oh yeah dude, that was awesome. We even made the wallpaper peel." They both laughed again amongst themselves and even sounded like they high-fived. You remembered that severely. They had to close off that room for a week so they could fumigate and repaint it. It was blamed on a gas leak, but you never in a million years would've guessed it was their fault.

"Hey man, you wanna play a videogame? I want to play the one that let's me use my favourite attack: The blaster." Jason said, before leaning to the side and ripping an eggy blast of his own, which caused you to cough.

"Nah man, I've got a better game we could play." You didn't like the sound of mischief in Brads voice there. You then heard what sounded like him rustling around and reaching for something, his ass pointed towards you again. He may not have farted again, but the smell of farts and musk that clung to his underwear was bad enough. He then leaned back and said something to Jason that you couldn't make out. It most likely wasn't good though, as you heard Jason snicker and mutter something like: "Good idea man."

As you were puzzled by this, you saw the blanket lift for the light to hit you again. There faces were staring down at you, Jason's was rather mean, whilst Brad's was more subtle and contempt.

"Hey man, sorry about that Dutch oven joke, it was a bit mean." Brad said in a voice that didn't sound all that sorry. "But listen, we're willing to give you a chance to leave if you can beat our little game." Your eyes narrowed, confused. You could've tried escaping from this hell pit again, but your head was too woozy from all the stench.

"Yeah dude, we've got some snacks here, and we want you to guess what they are." That didn't sound too bad. Where they going to describe them to you in some way... "Through sniffing our farts." Jason said, his mean smile still glowing.

Oh no, no way. It was bad enough being forced to sniff them whilst trying to breath as little as possible, but doing it willingly?! That seemed like an idea of torture, let alone a simple game. "Absolutely *cough* not." You were expecting them to be upset or angry with you, but instead they seemed to shrug if off.

"Alright dude, your choice. If you wanna stay under there, it's your choice. Although that means that you'll just have to stay there all night." Brad said nonchalantly, which sent a chill down your spine.

"Yeah dude, we were going to eat this stuff anyway. And believe us, when we're stocked up on snacks, we can fart all night long." Jason giggled. They couldn't be serious could they? Though honestly, you wouldn't be shocked. But being stuck with them all night would be way worse than having to put up with this for a few more minutes, you hopped.

"Fine, let's just get this over with." You yelled reluctantly.

"That's the spirit dude, and don't worry, this food's extra greasy. So you should be able to recognise the smell. And don't worry, for every guess you get wrong, we'll give you another dosage to guess again." Brad said laughing with Jason, sealing the covers again. You shivered again, despite the warmth in the 'air'. You then heard them both opening boxes of something, and began to munch. You hoped they were fast eaters.

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A trumpeting blast, came from Brad's ass, as you noticed he'd tilted over. You took a mental breath, and leaned over to sniff it. As expected, it was appalling and made you gag fiercely. However, it still had the same meaty smell as before, so that must've meant he was eating more chilli.

"*Cough gag* Chilli. Are you eating more chilli." You begged to be right.

"Huh, oh that one didn't count, it just slipped out." Brad snickered, with his mouth sounding half full. What, you smelled those rancid fumes for nothing?

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A sloppy sounding fart now came from your right, giving off Jason's paint peeling pong.

"Yeah, that one slipped out as well. But enjoy that as a parting gift to my signature eggy smell. Hahaha." Jason mocked you, also with his mouth half full. You didn't think you could go on much longer before passing out. If it weren't for the little gap in the covers, you probably would've done ages ago.

Finally, after a few minutes of you laying there in their stinky, fomented funk, you could here what sounded like them shuffling around a bit. You prayed that meant they were done.

"Alright man, I think we're ready to get started." Brad said, just loud enough for to hear him.

"Yeah, but first, why don't we make things a little easier for our little judge?" You wondered what Jason meant by that, when you noticed them both dip their hands under the sheets. You were a little confused until you saw that they were pulling off their underwear, exposing their bear asses at you. Any other day, seeing the hottest guys in school expose their bear asses to you would've been a dream come true, but now it was an utter nightmare.

As soon as they pulled them off, the remaining, festering farts that were trapped in there wafted into you face. You continued to cough as they both snickered at your 'response'.

You were now forced to get a good look at both of their posteriors. Brads was clean shaven and smooth, yet his cheeks still stuck out like a sore thumb. Jason's was around the same size, yet his was more hairy and unkempt, with a greasy, unwashed linger that made you turn your head away (not that that did any good).

"Right, I'll go first. You wanna start the show?" Brad asked, sticking his hand under the blanket and pointed his finger at you, expecting you to pull it. You reluctantly did so.

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A tuba like blast filled the covers, combined with a sickeningly cheesy smell. A far cry from the previous rotten meat stench. You physically gagged as you forced yourself to breath it in and try to figure out the mystery food. Seeing how it was cheesy, you tried to go for the obvious.

"Cheese pizza?" You begged to be right.

"Wrong! Try again." Brad stated, before leaning to the side and letting out and releasing another bassy fart. You cringed as you took another whiff of the horrid miasma.

"Cheese flavoured chips?"

"Yeah, but what brand?" Seriously? Did that even matter? Clearly to him it did, as Brad let out yet another trumpet-like blast at you. You panicked and quickly said the first brand that came to your head.

"Morritos?"

"Yeah, well done, those things do give me some pretty rank gas." The boys chuckled, but you didn't care. That meant it was over.

"Great, I guessed it. Now let me go."

"Not yet ass face, you still haven't guessed what I ate." Jason said, which filled you with dread. Had they both not eaten the same thing? Jason now stuck his hand under the blanket and stuck his finger towards you. "Care to do the honours?" You didn't, but what choice did you have. You reached out and tugged on it.

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An eruption the sound of a faulty vehicle engine, rocketed against your face. There was a more greasy, meaty stink about this one. You tried not to think about it any longer than you had to, so you said the first thing that came to mind.

"*Gag* Chicken?"

"Ooh, he's good. But what kind of chicken." Jason asked, before ripping another sloppy, chainsaw sounding fart. Your mind raced, before giving a hasty answer.

"Fried?"

"Correctamondo, this guy's not bad?" Jason snickered. You didn't care though, now you could be out of here.

"Ok, I played your disgusting game. Now let me out."

"Aww, yeah dude, we would, but I'm just feeling too tired to get out of bed." Brad retaliated, which made your stomach drop in fear.

"Yeah man, I think I'll call it a night." But- but- they couldn't leave you in here, could they?

"But hey dude, as a thanks, let us blow you a good night kiss." A kiss, from them? You supposed that would be nice.

"Yeah, with our butts." There was the catch. You tried one last time to thrash out and escape, but it was still no use.

"Nighty night fart face." Jason called out to you, and before you could do anything else, you heard them both grunt, sealing your fate.

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The onslaught of bassy, airy and wet flatulence from both ends was just too much. The sound was deafening and rattled through your skull. The combined stench of cheese, meat and leftover eggs was filling your nasal area and completely taking over your oxygen intake. To make it worse, you could hear guffawing laughter from the 2 giants and they turned the underblanket into a gas chamber. This was the last thing you heard before you finally passed out.

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You woke up slowly, your eyes blinking and looking around. You were still under the covers, but now there were seeps of light around you. Was it morning? Had you made it through the entire night. Hopefully that mean you could finally go. They had no reason to keep you round any longer. You looked around to see them both lying on their sides, their asses still pointing at you. Their fomented musk and flatulence was still lingering under the sheets, but at least it smelt like most of it had seeped out. It sounded like they were both snoring. Now was your chance to get away. Unfortunately, as you were about to push against the blanket, they both stirred and awoke at the same time. What an annoying coincidence.

"Yo man, you awake?" Jason called out to Brad.

"Yeah man, whoo, what a night. We gotta do this again sometime." Brad whooped. Absolutely not, at least not with you anyway. But hopefully, now they were awake, you can finally leave.

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A tuba like sound rung out from Brads ass, giving you another scent of his new cheesy stink. However, this one had a new combination that smelled almost like shit.

"Ah, morning thunder, am I right?" Brad giggled.

"Absolutely man." Jason retaliated, before letting out his own 'quaker'.

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This one also had a strong scent of crap to it that made you shiver. Then, to your relief, they both finally seemed to lift up the covers and get out of the bed. With zero hesitation, you scrambled out onto the floor and began to gulp in the clean air. Admittedly, it was still very musky and lingering with farts, but it was a hell of a lot better than being under there.

From the left, you could hear Jason and Brad laughing at you, as they pulled their underwear back up. They weren't even putting on clean pairs, just the same ones they had on last night, which were dirty. Did these 2 seriously not care about hygiene at all?

"Thanks for coming over dude, we'll see you next week for some more fun." Brad said, whilst grinning at you.

"Yeah man, we've got loads more games we can play, and more snacks for you to sniff out, haha." Jason laughed at you. But you'd finally had enough, there was no way you could do that again.

"Absolutely not, I used to think you 2 were the hottest guys in school, but now I realise you're nothing more than disgusting, farting, unwashed slobs. Just wait till everyone at school finds out, no one will ever want to hang out with you again." You firmly said, although it was a little hard to focus with your eyes still watering.

For some reason, instead of getting angry at you, they both just snickered with each other. You were confused about this, until Brad turned around and grabbed his phone from the side of the bed.

"If you say so man, but if you said no, it would be a shame for these pics to end up online." He held up his phone for you to see and your jaw dropped. It was pictures of your face pressed up against their asses, along with a few videos of them farting on you, complete with their mean laughter and comments heard in the background. They must've taken them whilst you were unconscious.

Would they really be willing to blackmail you like this? You couldn't believe that. There was no way those could go online, your reputation would be over.

"Please don't post those, I'll do whatever you want, I'll come back next week." You pleaded, which caused them to smile.

"That's better dude, now go home. I gotta take my morning dump and, after all those snacks, it's gonna be a pipe clogger." Brad said smirking, making you physically cringe.

"Same man, you wanna play battleshits?" Jason turned to Brad with the same smirk.

"You know it bro." He responded, and they both high-fived whilst laughing disgustingly. The conversation disgusted you and you wanted to get as far away from these 2 as you could, at least until they called you back. You began to make your way out the room, before Jason called out to you.

"Hey dude, one last thing." You turned around to see Jason with his hand clasped around his ass before letting a hollow fart ring out into it.

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He then threw the trapped air in your direction, and it instantly hit you like a truck. As you coughed and gagged some more, they both laughed at you one last time.

"Just a little FARTING gift." That was the last thing you heard before you bolted out the door, out the house and headed home.

As you made your way back to the house, you found yourself wondering how could you have ever been attracted to such flatulent bullies. You desperately wanted not to go back to that torture pit. But then again, you felt yourself shiver at the realisation of what would happen if you dared to defy them. You sighed defeated, and the worst part was that you'd never get the smell out of your clothes.

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An awesome premise from @stinkyboiii

I don't think I quite did this story the justice he described, but I did my best. (Also, sorry about the length, thanks to everyone who read the whole thing). :)

#fart story

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str8brostink · 15 days ago

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My Best Friend's Beautiful Ass

Wrote this based off a hot anecdote a follower told me forever ago.

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My friend Derek has known about me being gay since we met. I’m happy he never had an issue with it because some straight guys act weird around having a gay friend, let alone also being roommates. Living together, other friends have made jokes about us being like an old married couple. “Plus we never fuck anymore!” He’d say, get everyone to laugh. I’d laugh too, but felt kind of tortured because that kind of talk did turn me on.

He is pretty hot too. Tan skin, long dark brown hair, deep eyes, some stubble. He was thin like me, but more toned because he goes to the gym a lot. His smile makes my heart melt. And sometimes he walks around the apartment in just a towel and I get to see his back, and a faint impression of abs on his front, hair around his belly button trailing downward.

What I love most of all was his ass. I only got to see it in sweatpants or jeans. The way the fabric clung to the curves made me drool. I wanted him so bad, but he says he’s straight, and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship by hitting on him or anything.

I still couldn’t help myself, whenever we went out to bars he would lean against the rail and I’d get to enjoy the view of his big cheeks pushing against his pants. So badly I’d wanted to kiss and sniff his ass, and even more, I’d wanted to taste it.

One night, we’d gotten very drunk at some bar that was also a bit of a dance club. The music was fire and we were dancing in the crowd, numbed from beer and shots. At some point, the DJ spoke over the intercom,

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, it is just after one am, you know what that means!”

“ASS AND TWERK! ASS AND TWERK!”

Derek and I cocked our heads to the side like confused dogs. Ass and Twerk?”

“That’s right, if anyone here thinks they’ve got a fat ass to show off, come up on the stage now. Winner gets a free shot!”

On the stage against the back wall, a few girls that had been dancing walked up, their skirts and dresses tightly hugging their butts. Derek turned to me with wide eyes, wiggled his eyebrows, then rushed forward through the crowd.

“Where are you going?!” I called out. My heart was racing.

People laughed as Derek climbed onto the stage, because he was the only guy in a line of girls. He was in the middle of the line, his face a huge smile, and he’d winked at the crowd a bunch. Girls in the front row were cackling, while guys were catcalling. Derek had his tongue out. My body was shaking.

“Alright, Lady number 1, show us what you got!”

For each person, the DJ played the opening of Big Sean’s song “Dance”, over and over “Ass ass ass ass ass ass,” while the contestant would twerk for the crowd, and the audience would holler and cheer.

Then it was Derek’s turn.

“Alright, the one and only Sir in tonight’s competition, show us…uh, whatever you got,”

Laughter from the crowd. My mouth had gone dry. The ass song came back on, and to the beat, Derek whipped around, yanked his pants down, and bent over, wiggling his hips and showing the bar the back of his tight underwear. Grey boxer briefs barely contained his thick ass as he shook his hips and made his cheeks jiggle. Everyone was screaming. My cock was hard. Drunk girls in the front row were jumping up to slap his ass cheeks. The other girls on stage were clapping. The image burned in my memory. Even in my drunken haze I knew I was going to jerk off to this later.

After the whole row took their turns, the DJ spoke “Alright, lots of great shows here…I think that the best contender was…nope, it is a tie…Lady number 4 and the one and only Sir”

The bar erupted. “Ass off! Ass off!” My heart was going to break out of my chest. What place was this? Derek and I had never heard of an after-dark ass competition.

“Alright alright,” The DJ spoke as the rest of the contestants got off the stage. Only Derek and a short blonde girl stood there, “Now, both of you are tied. In order to crown this night’s Ass Champion, both of you need to step it up. Miss, pull up your skirt. Sir, pull down your underwear…”

The crowd was going crazy now, whooping and laughing. People had their phones out to get pictures. I felt frozen for a moment, but realized what was going to happen. I whipped my phone out and zoomed in on Derek.

Both of them turned around and mooned the audience. The girl was shaking her butt more, but my eyes were glued to Derek’s ass. It was smooth and plump, so thick that I couldn’t see his asshole even though he was bent over. His balls and cock hung from this view, as he’d dropped his underwear completely. I’d seen his bulge before and thought he was big, but I had no idea he was a horse. My mind went blank. My body was trembling. I was on the verge of going deaf from everyone screaming at the bawdiness of it. But I was recording a full 30 seconds of Derek exposing his ass to the crowd.

Finally both of them covered their butts, and the DJ said, “Hmm…very very close but I’m gonna have to be a gentleman and give it to the lady. Congratulations number 4, you are tonight’s Ass Champion!”

Everyone cheered. She bowed, blew kisses, and the bartender came over with her winning shot.

“Honorable shout out to the good Sir, the bravest man ready to show his stuff when no one else did” at least he got claps. Walking back through the crowd to me, he got a few pats on the back and a few girls smacked or pinched at his butt. I was fucking floored. I couldn’t believe what I just saw happened in reality.

“Fuckin lame dude,” He laughed, “She only won cuz she’s a girl,”

“Yeah that’s bullshit,” I gulped, “You should have won, you…” I couldn’t hold back because of all the beer I had earlier, “Your ass is beautiful,”

He burst out laughing, “You think?!”

“Yeah, that was so fucking hot,”

He kept laughing. My cock was hard.

After the bar, we staggered out and took an uber back to our apartment. Derek went to his room while I collapsed onto the couch.

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The next morning I woke up to his ass. Derek was standing over me, his butt in the same underwear he had on last night, inches from my face, and he wiggled it side to side, and the smell was awesome. A hint of musk from not showering the day before, and sweating in his sleep.

“Wakey wakey” he grinned over his shoulder. “Thought I’d brighten your day with my beautiful ass,”

“W-What?”

“Yeah I remember what you said last night,” his voice was hoarse, “now i’m glad I know I’ve got a secret weapon against you,” He winked again, then walked off to go to the bathroom to shower. He swayed his ass back and forth with each step.

My cock was throbbing from just waking up, and from seeing his ass and remembering what I saw. While he showered, I rushed to my room and watched the video over and over again. The resolution was bad from being far away and filtered through bad lighting but I still got the outline of his ass cheeks, and even his cock and balls underneath, swaying his butt side to side, and turning around with a huge joyful grin at all of the people cheering for his ass.

I came all over my chest and stomach.

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Since that night, he kept teasing me about what I’d said about his ass. I felt mortified. And I was mad that he was mocking how much I loved his butt knowing he’d never do anything sexual with me.

Finally, the best night of my life happened on his birthday. We’d gone out with a few of our friends to a bar, then after we headed over to their place for more beers and just to chill. We were sitting on their patio, relaxing in the cool night air, chatting and laughing. My face was flushed.

“I gotta cancel my gym membership,” our friend Cole complained, “I never go there,”

“Dude you gotta go,” Derek moaned, “It’s how I stay in shape. Look at this,”

He got up, turned around, lifted his shirt a little, and yanked up his jeans so they would make his butt stand out. My heart skipped a beat.

“Girls go crazy over my glutes. Sam does too,”

I jumped at him mentioning my name. Our friends all went “oooooo”

“Hey,” Derek’s voice slurred a bit from the drinks, “he’s gay, he’s allowed to say it looks good. You think my ass is beautiful right Sam?”

“Sure thing babe,” I laughed, winking.

“Why don’t you kiss it?” He raised his eyebrows, faced his butt toward me and wiggled it a bit.

I thought my stomach was going to turn. He had to know what he was doing to me. Our friends laughed along and changed, “Kiss it! Kiss it! Kiss it!” They clapped. My lips twitched in a smile, but I was overwhelmed by what was happening. Drunk Derek acted like a slut for attention around his ass. I could see in his eyes that he loved it. Or at least loved teasing me about it. Shaking his butt in my face and all my friends clapping for me, my drunk self couldn’t hold back. I leaned forward and pressed my face into his ass, kissing between his cheeks against the fabric that just covered his hole. I felt Derek’s hands grab my head and push me against his ass as he grinded it on my face, laughing deeply, his jeans scratching against my skin. I thought I was going to cum in my pants.

“Derek leave him alone,”

He let go of me. My face was burning red. I couldn’t believe what’d just happened. My underwear felt wet from precum.

“You look shook,” Another friend laughed. We all laughed out loud.

I was beyond shook.

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On the uber ride back to our apartment, I kept my eyes out of the window watching trees and buildings pass. I was very drunk, but I felt anxious from Derek making me kiss his ass in front of our friends. On the one hand it was humiliating and I didn’t like him teasing me about how I told him his ass was beautiful. On the other hand, this kind of teasing was turning me on. As my mind wandered, I felt him rest his chin on my shoulder and he muttered in my ear,

“You daydreaming about my beautiful ass?” His voice felt so smooth in my ear.

“No!” I was annoyed. I didn’t want the uber driver to hear and judge us. I turned and his eyes were so glassy and warm, he looked at me in a way I’d never seen him look at me before. Like he was hungry.

He smiled. It made me shiver, “I know you are,”

“Quit it,” I gulped.

“Hey when we get back I want you to give me my birthday present,” He leaned back in his seat, his head up and his eyes closed.

Birthday present? I’d already given him a record he wanted earlier. And a shot at the bar. What was he talking about?

We got to the apartment. As I was changing into more comfortable clothes, ready to fall into bed, I heard him call from his room,

“Sammie boy, get in here!”

I wanted to go to sleep, but I rolled my eyes and left my room. When I got to the threshold of his room, I was frozen in place, and my eyes were wide.

He was on all fours on his bed, facing away from me. His head was down, and his clothes were still on, except he’d undid and dropped his jeans a bit so his ass was hanging out, still covered in underwear.

“You said my ass is beautiful,” He looked over his shoulder at me, swayed it slowly, “I want you to kiss it some more. Wish me happy birthday.”

My hands were trembling. His ass got closer as I started walking toward the bed. My cock was growing in my pants. The teasing was because I’d turned him on. And he wanted more.

I fell to my knees and crawled up to the bed, where his ass was looming over me. His feet were still covered in socks, and on my knees my face was at the same level of his big ass. I stared at it for a long time, my entire body was shaking, and I didn’t know what to do.

“C’mon, you know you want it,” He muttered like he was falling asleep.

I licked my lips, gulped, and leaned in. The warmth of his ass was hitting my skin, and getting closer I could smell his musk. I kissed one cheek softly. Then I moved to the other cheek, and kissed it deeper.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he whispered, “Show my ass some looooove,”

I slowly pressed my nose between his cheeks, and my lips felt the indent of his asshole. I kissed deeply, and took in a long, slow sniff. With his cheeks wrapped over each side of my face, the warmth of the fabric and my breath and his stink was overwhelming. His ass had taken over all of my senses, and I moaned into it as he slowly swayed it back and forth, moving my head along with it. I wrapped my arms around his lower back, and pressed my face in deeper. I was in love with his ass. So fucking much. I pushed his cheeks forward so they would squeeze over my head and suffocate me a bit. I smothered myself in his underwear.

“You dirty boy,” he laughed, “I always knew you wanted it.”

I pulled away, and started rubbing my hands over his ass globes, feeling the warmth of his underwear. I saw my saliva had wet the fabric over the crack, which I’d wedged into his ass. My dick was throbbing so hard it almost hurt. I knew I couldn’t back off now. He’d lured me in and wanted a birthday present.

“Happy Birthday,” I whispered to him, and I pulled down his underwear. Like I’d seen at the night of the bar, his smooth ass took up my vision. Only it wasn’t completely smooth. He hadn’t shaved in a week or so maybe, and little hairs were poking out. Drool fell out of my lip. I licked it up and tried to focus. I ran my hands over his smooth ass cheeks, and pulled them apart. Derek seemed to be holding his breath, waiting to feel it.

“Be gentle with me I haven’t done this before,” his voice came out very sober. I nodded even though he wasn’t looking at me, and I leaned in and pressed my lips to his asshole.

“Oh,” he let out a little surprised moan. His hole was so warm, and his cheeks felt sticky against my face. His musk was strong now. Not dirty, but the smell of a sweaty man’s ass at the end of the day. The perfect smell. I poked my tongue through my lips and it met his hole. I licked around it, slowly and wrapped my arms around the small of his back like I was hugging his ass. My face smashed between his cheeks, I licked up and down his crack, putting a lot of attention around his asshole.

He moaned a lot. Quiet at first, also muttering swear words, but soon his hole was relaxing more and he was moaning more.

“Fuck, go up my ass,” He was pushing his hips into me. I did as he asked, and pushed my tongue deeper against his muscles and worked my way up his ass a bit. I moved in and out like I was fucking him with my tongue. He seemed to really like that, because he started laughing.

“That’s so hot dude, girls don’t do this stuff for me,” he gulped, “Don’t stop,”

I made out with his asshole for a long time. I don’t know how long, but my jaw and tongue were getting so sore. I didn’t care though. My face was burning red and my dick was on the edge of exploding. I slowly brought my hand up to touch and play with his balls, which were tight against him. As I rubbed them, massaging him from the inside out, his whole body started trembling. He was moaning like he was in heat.

“I’m gonna fuckin burst,” He panted.

He let me play with his cock. Slowly I rubbed it, feeling the precum at the tip against my fingers, and using that as lube. I licked from his taint up to his hole and back again, going up and down to massage it and make him shake. Doing so, my face was slipping from my saliva and I was rubbing it against his ass crack. Dragging my face up and down his ass was like my own kind of massage. My balls were swollen, and so were his.

Finally, I stopped and told him to move to the side for a bit. He did, and I laid down on the bed, and had him lay over me in a 69 position. I stared up at his throbbing cock.

“Use my mouth like a fuck toy,” I told him.

He was trembling as he lowered his cock toward my lips. I opened my mouth wide, and he slowly lowered his entire body onto me, his cock pushing passed my tongue and deep into my throat. I swallowed it, and he kept going. I started to gag, and gagging against his cock made him moan.

“Oh fuck,” He didn’t even get a change to hump me because my throat muscles were clenching around his cock. My eyes watered form gagging and through the tears I looked up at his tight balls and the mounds of his ass cheeks, wet with my spit. I wrapped my arms around his body and hugged tight. My throat massaged his cock until,

“Oh FUCK” he whimpered.

I felt hot cum shoot down my throat, and I fought against the reflex to gag so I could swallow it. Swallowing rubbed his cock even more, and so my throat was milking his cock. His balls were so tight and I felt like I was draining them. Pump after pump, I choked and gagged and swallowed hard to take it all. He shot so much cum into his throat that his body was shaking. Without touching myself I began to cum too, his chest rubbing against my cock was too much for me to take.

Finally he’d stopped twitching, and he felt like a dead log on top of me, his cock still in my mouth. It was getting smaller and I gently sucked on it, staring at his balls and ass.

“Fuck me dude that was,” he couldn’t say any more.

After dozing off for a moment, he got up and pulled his cock out of my mouth. He didn’t care that my gym shorts were soaking wet from my cum. I told him to get back onto the bed. He laid back down, and I yanked his pants off. I lay behind him between his legs and dove my tongue back into his ass.

After an hour long session of passionately making out with his hole, I realized he’d fallen asleep. I kissed his ass goodnight, and quietly left the room.

In the shower, my entire body was electrified. I replayed the events of the night in my head over and over. My throat was killing me from when he fucked it.

I jerked off twice before finally falling asleep.

…

We didn’t talk about what had happened the next day. It felt kind of awkward between the two of us. I was worried that Derek was too embarrassed. We were both really drunk, and he’d never told me he had a thing for guys before.

That night we were watching TV, but the both of us were on edge. Who would be the first to speak?

Finally, he said, “You know…last night was really….”

My heart paused.

“That was fucking awesome,” He laughed nervously, “I…I didn’t know if you’d do anything with me but, oh my god,” He couldn’t even finish his sentence.

He didn’t need to. I asked, “Do you wanna do it again?”

He blinked, and licked his lips.

We rushed into the bedroom for round two.

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Caught Behind the Bar

This is an old story I wrote inspired by a real conversation I overheard while standing at a bar. Two straight guys (I assume?) were talking about their friend's huge cock and how hung he was, and then the guy walked up to them and they said "speak of the Devil" and I was turned on beyond belief.

~3k words

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It was a chilly autumn night and I had just gotten out of work when my roommates texted me and asked me to pick up a pizza from the local bar and grill. That’s how this all started; a boring night in with me grabbing some pizza.

I walked into the place and it was packed. Saturday night and all. Full tables chatting over mozzarella sticks and BBQ wings. I went up the hostess to make my order for takeout. It’s just me and my two roommates Connor and Jesse, but they want two large pizzas. We’ll just be playing video games and having pizza and beer.

The hostess said, “if you want you can wait at the bar and we’ll bring the food out when it’s ready.”

I thanked her, sat, and ordered a beer. I didn’t mind sitting at bars alone like this. Sometimes I’d people-watch or try to make up backstories and conversations. But I was tired from work so I had my phone out and was playing a mindless game. Several minutes passed by, and I overheard something being said by a guy a few seats away from me,

“…it’s so big, it’s like he’s got a whole other person down there.”

I blinked, and smirked. I had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded like innuendo.

But then he continued, “and he doesn’t shave so it’s like a full head of hair.” I glanced up at him, he was a cute guy, messy black hair, pretty thin, and talking to a guy who was bigger with a beer gut and sweats.

The chubby guy said “I don’t get the guys that don’t shave their pubes; girls like it smooth.”

His friend said, “Eh, I like feeling wild.”

My heart skipped a beat. These two guys were talking about their junks in the middle of a crowded bar! I felt my dick get hard at the thought of them naked. This was too crazy. I pulled out my phone to text Jesse the whole convo. He and I are gay and we like to text each other about the hot guys we see or hear in public.

As I did, I heard the thin guy say, “but yeah, I don’t know, Danny’s genes are great. He’s like a horse down there,”

This was crazy. They’re talking about how big their friend’s cock is. I quickly added that in the message to Jesse. My fingers were going so fast I made spelling errors.

Jesse replied: lol omgggg tell them you’ll suck them off

I smirked. Of course I wouldn’t. But I could dream.

“Well speak of the devil,” I heard the larger guy boom. I looked up and saw the hottest stud in the area. He had short brown hair, a strong jaw, the sleeves of his hoodie were halfway up his arms, and he had jeans that showed off his thighs. I thought I was going to drool from the thought of his huge cock in his pants, underneath that thick bush.

“What are you guys talking about?” He had a sexy voice too, fuck.

“You. Just jealous.” the thin friend smiled. But they changed the subject.

I texted that bit of the convo to Jesse too.

Jesse: holy shittt dude you gotta take a pic

That was another thing we did; take quick creep shots of the hot guys we saw, and go on about how much we’d want to be fucked by them and stuff. Maybe it wasn’t polite but hey I was a guy in my 20s at the time. Glancing over my shoulder, I made sure the hostess wasn’t looking toward me, and that no one was standing behind me. I brought my phone up and tried to make an inconspicuous angle to get them in the shot. I took a couple pics of Danny, who had taken off his hoodie. He had a tight grey shirt and big muscular arms. This guy def went to the gym a lot. And he didn’t shave his crotch, and he had a huge dick that his friends were jealous of. What a fucking alpha. I managed to take five quick pictures, and sent the best one to Jesse.

Jesse: wow if you don’t suck him off i will

Again, I smiled. I kept drinking my beer.

Several minutes later, I glanced up and noticed that Danny was staring at me. His friend, the bigger one who had his back to me, also turned around and gave me a quick look. I dropped my gaze to my phone. Why were they staring me down? I started to feel my stomach drop. Did they catch me taking pics? No, how could they know? Has to be something else, maybe they’re not even looking at me, I thought. My pizzas were ready so a guy from the kitchen brought them out to me. I thanked him, balanced them in my arm, and headed out the door.

The moon was bright in the alleyway. I was walking through there as a shortcut to get to the parking lot across the street where my car was. I was maybe halfway down the alley when I heard footsteps getting closer behind me. “Hey, fuckface.”

I jumped and nearly screamed from the surprise. I twisted around and saw him; Danny and his two friends. He looked angry. “Am I ugly or something?”

“H,huh?”

“You taking pics of me and my friends for some reason,” he went on, “so what is it, you think my face is funny?”

I was caught off guard. “No, that’s, no I wasn’t,”

The three of them got right up to me, Danny was staring down right into my eyes. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to run, just throw the pizzas down and run like hell. But I felt frozen, their eyes locking me in place.

“I’ll give you three seconds to tell me what your deal is or your teeth get knocked out. One,”

“You’re really hot,” I gulped, “Your friend was talking about your huge cock and I thought it was hot and I wanted to show my gay friend a pic of you,”

It just spilled out of me. My face was burning red. This felt like karma coming back for me after all the creep pics I took. I don’t even know why I thought the truth was ok, because as I said it, I was worried that would make him even more mad. But instead, I saw him start to smile, and his buddies were laughing.

“Wait, you guys said that?”

“I did,” said the thin one, “I noticed after the gym yesterday.”

“Gee, Lou, what can I say,” he shrugged. Then he looked back at me, “Well why didn’t ya say so,” his breath reeked strongly of beer.

“I’m sorry though, I’ll delete them,” my voice was shaky. I just wanted to go home.

“Eh, sure but,” he looked at his friends with a smile, “following you out here cost us our seats. That bar is too packed for those to be open for long.” He slowly took the pizzas off my arm and handed them to the bigger friend, who set them neatly on the ground nearby. Danny’s large arm fell around my shoulder. I thought that he was def going to beat me to a pulp now, but I still felt so sick I couldn’t move.

He said, “I think you need to make it up to us, you know the stress of a stranger creeping on us, and taking three good old American boys away from our beer.”

“I’m sorry, I have money in my wallet,”

He laughed, “Oh no no no, your money’s no good here.” he rubbed my hair. “Tell you what’s gonna happen now; you’re gonna get on your knees, I’m gonna pull my pants down, and your gonna kiss my ass cheeks. Understand?”

No sound came out of my mouth. I was shocked at what he’d just said. But I felt myself nodding.

“Good. Hurry up now, I ain’t got all night.”

My knees went weak and I fell onto the ground. My whole body was trembling. Despite the fear from earlier, what this was turning into had made my dick shoot up rock hard. True to his word, Danny turned around, hands on either side of his waist, and sighed, I only got a glimpse of his jeans hugging his ass cheeks before he pulled them down and showed them to me bare. There was a light amount of light brown hair around the crack, the cheeks were smooth globes, really thick. I saw a freckle near the bottom of the right cheek.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” He said, “kiss my ass. Go on. Apologize.”

His friends were cackling. I leaned forward with my lips pursed, staring at his ass that only got bigger as I got closer. My lips met his warm skin, and I gave a big kiss on his left cheek.

“Uh, excuse me dude, but I think I said ‘cheeks’ plural.” I looked up and saw Danny wink to his friend whos laugh was bellowing in the alleyway.

“I’m sorry sir,” I stuttered, and quickly brought my face up to his right cheek to kiss it.

“Hah! Sir! Exactly,” he looked over his shoulder, “You’re not done down there. Keep going. Left, right, left, right,”

So I did. I kissed each cheek of his huge ass over and over. Being down there, I was hit by the smell. He hadn’t showered yet that day, and the musk that was being held up in his underwear was out. With each pass, I got another hint of his ass crack, his gooch, his ball sack. I saw the hair under his ass around his balls. And his friends were still laughing at me. My cock was rock hard and drooling in my pants.

“Doing a great job boy, keep it up.” I looked up and saw that he was giving the thumbs up and smiling at his friend, who was holding his phone. A bright light shone and I realized too late that they were taking pictures of us. This was humiliating. This was the karma I deserved.

“Wait I got an idea, uh, stop.” so I did. He whispered something to his friend Lou. Lou smiled an evil smile, and he took of his shoe to pull off his sock. I was so confused. He handed the sock to Danny, who then turned around, grabbed each massive cheek, and pulled them apart to show me his asshole. I stared into it; it was tiny and pink surrounded by a tuft of brown hair. I thought I was going to cum right there.

“What do you see in front of you?”

“Your asshole, sir,”

“Correct! You’re smarter than you look.” that got a couple laughs, “Ok so, part two of your punishment; I haven’t showered today, so this sock is going in your mouth and your nose is going right there in my asshole, and you’re going to breathe in my stink for the next couple minutes while I have a quick conference with my boys here. Got it?”

My heart was racing. “Yes sir.”

“Good.” without more instruction, he let go of one cheek to hand the sock to me. I bunched it up into a ball and shoved it into my mouth as he pulled his cheeks apart again. The taste of Lou’s sweat took over my tongue, and with no other way to breathe but my nose, I fell forward and plugged it into Danny’s asshole. He dropped his cheeks and they suctioned over my face, making it very hard to breathe, and what little I could breathe was pure ass fumes. The stink of a man’s shithole at the end of a long day.

Meanwhile, I noticed just over the cusp of his ass cheeks blocking my vision, he leaned forward to huddle with his friends and whisper more plans. My fingers were clenching and grabbing at my jeans, partly because of the horrible stink, but mostly because I’d wanted to touch myself so bad. I’d never done anything like this with another man before. I used to be too shy to mention any dom and sub stuff. But this man, he must have spotted me as a faggot a mile away, he was ready to humiliate me like this in front of his friends. I prayed for him to fart up my nose and laugh at me like the sick little pig I am.

Sadly, in those few minutes of breathing nothing but ass funk, he didn’t fart. When he was done talking to his friends, he peeled his cheeks off my face and told me to spit out the sock, so I did. The stink was still covering my face and I had a feeling I would cum if I even moved my legs.

“Ok so we don’t have that much time, so you only have two more things to do.” Danny said, “Lemme introduce you to my friends. This here is Lou. And this here we call Moose. They’re gonna drop their pants too and you’re gonna get some cardio in kissing all of our cheeks. Then when we’re tired of that, we’ll pull those cheeks apart and you’re going to kiss our assholes. Got it?”

“Yes sir.”

“Perfect. Let’s start.”

As he said, the two friends turned away from me and yanked their pants down. Lou’s ass on the left, Moose’s on the right, and Danny’s in the middle. I stared at the row of asses in front of me and went to work, crawling behind and planting kisses on each cheek down the line. I got to Moose’s giant cheeks and gave each one a peck before going backward. It was crazy. I shivered in the chilly air as my lips met Danny’s cheeks again, and my knees hurt scrambling to kiss Lou’s ass.

“Like a typewriter,” Danny laughed, and made a loud “Ding!” noise when I got to the front of the row again. The others laughed, staring at me. I saw Moose whip out his phone to take a picture. When I kissed their cheeks again going back down to his end, his hands reached back grabbing his large hairy cheeks and spread them,

PRRRRPRRPRPP

They all howled in laughter as I had to move into the fart cloud to kiss his ass. The stink was gross, even outside it stayed put.

After a few more minutes, Danny said, “Alright boys, spread em” and all together they yanked their cheeks apart, flashing me their assholes, “Kiss each brown star, and take your time; this is a great opportunity that you should savor.”

At Lou’s ass, I trembled and leaned in to kiss his pink hole. Obeying Danny’s command, I stayed there for a few moments, pushing my lips up against it, before pulling back and crawling to him. He eagerly kept his cheeks apart for me, and again I pressed my lips hard against him, trying to push into his hole. I could smell his musk on my lips as I left. When I got to Moose, I was about to close my eyes,

PPTPTTTT

Another chuckle. “Hold on, hold on,”

PRTRPTRPTRPTR

They kept laughing evilly, and he said, “Alright I’m out of farts now, dig in.” I leaned into his musky hairy trench, fighting against the stink of his nasty farts, and gave his asshole a deep kiss.

“How do you feel, fag?” Danny asked.

I could smell all of their assholes on my lips, and I shivered, “dirty,”

“Good. Are you dirty enough to suck me off in this alleyway?” My heart stopped. He pulled his cock out from the waistband of his boxers, a heavy and thick looking beast under his black bush, and he said “make all your dreams come true?”

“Yes sir,”

He guided me behind a dumpster. Lou and Moose kept look out while I stayed on my knees and slowly took Danny into my mouth. I gagged before he was even halfway in, flaccid. I had to back up and focus on his head for a bit to get him hard. He was already excited from humiliating me earlier and feeling me against his asshole. I licked around his cock head and it got harder, and larger.

“Can you even take it?”

“I don’t know,”

“First time for everything.”

I went down and pushed against my gag reflex to swallow him. It was hard, and it was painful at first, but I made myself breathe and took the whole thing into my throat. I gagged and drooled on his cock, up and down, making him moan and laugh, until his moaning got louder. I felt his fingers dig into my hair, forcing me down. I started choking on the thick spurt of cum that shot into my throat, more and more. I felt sick from gagging, but my throat muscles tightened around him too much and it was like I was milking the cum out of him, so he wouldn’t let me up. After his dick started to shrink back to normal, I got back to regular breathing and sucked on it to keep it warm, tasting the last but of cum that dribbled out.

“You did a great job fag.” he pet my head like a dog. He pulled out of my mouth. I coughed and gasped, leaning against the building.

“Your pizza is over there,” Moose told me. It was so bizarre, they were acting like they didn’t just bully me into kissing their asses and then deep throat their friend behind a fucking dumpster. Were these guys crazy? Or just used to this? Did they do this kind of stuff often?

And Danny said, “If you ever want to blow me or my friends, here’s my number.” and gave me some scratch paper.

I blinked, “Thanks.”

They never asked my name, didn’t even look back, as the three of them got back to talking about the next football game or something, as if none of this ever happened. I trembled in the dark. Jesse would never believe me…

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