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Smell of a trucker

As I’m walking down a deserted road, I hear a semi-trailer truck coming up from behind me. I hold up my thumb and pray. My prayers are answered as it comes to a stop. I climb up and slide into the passenger side of the huge, black truck. 

I nearly choke on how hot the driver is. He looks like a hot rugged cowboy in his late thirties. He’s wearing blue jeans, a white wife-beater, and a black cowboy hat. His apparel showcases his jacked, muscular body. And although he’s sitting down, with the look of his thighs and hips, it’s obvious that he has a huge, bubble butt. 

My savior tips his hat to me and says, “Howdy, name’s Brett.” He introduces himself, revealing his deep southern accent. “Where ya headed ta?” He asks as he starts driving again.

“I’m Roy. Can you drop me off in the biggest city you're passing through?"

“Ah, let me guess: you're from this small rural town and ya parents kicked ya out ‘cause ya gay.”

He nails it, scaring me. Is he gonna kick me out? Or worse, beat the shit out of me?

Brett quickly picks up on my fears. “Easy there, son” He shoots me an impish grin as he pats his well-endowed bulge. “Love ta bury ma big bone in both a girl’s pussy and a boy’s hole. You’re in the presence ova friend.”

His admission is relieving and has me blushing.

“My stepbrother went through my stuff and revealed to my parents that I’m gay and they kicked me out.” I confess.

“Well son, I’m headed ta California. Why not come with me?”

That’s the best news I’ve received in a long time. “Yes, I’d love that, sir.”

Brett laughs. “Cut that ‘sir’ shit out. Just call me, Brett.” He flashes me a cheeky smirk before continuing, “Or Big Daddy if ya havin' a go wit Brettzilla.” He teases.

I know he’s joking, but I’m a blushing mess. Hope there’s some truth in his words because I’d love him to be my first.

Three minutes into our trip and Brett looks over at me with a mischievous grin. “Hey son, wanna hear ma horn?” 

“Um, sure.” I reply.

Brett’s grin broadens into a wolfish one as he extends out his index finger. “Then pull ma finger, son.”

Oh shit, I feel myself getting hard. I comply, pulling his finger.

He leans away from me, aiming his ass in my direction. I get a glimpse of his jean-clad, basketball-sized globes. 

In an exaggerated manner he scrunches up his face and grunts.

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Brett blasts out a loud-as-hell, 4 second fart. The stench of rotten eggs and onions spreads throughout the truck cabin. It has me gagging.

Brett sighs in relief before laughing, “Ah, haha, I bet that's the first time ya eva smelled a horn before. Am I right, son?” He teases as he wafts his fart towards my face.

With his backside still aimed at me he continues, “Better get used ta it ‘cause I’m a gassy bastard. This is gonna be one-” He punctuates his every next word with a fart.

“Smelly” FFFFFFLLLLLLLOOOOOPPPPPP

“And” BBBBBVVVVVVVAAAAAAMMMMMM

“Long” PPPPPPWWWWWUUUUBBBBBB

“Drive… NGH” FFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRR-AAAAAAABBBBBBBB

Are you kidding? Not only is he hot and bi, he’s also a farting machine. This is bad news since I have a farting fetish. I gotta keep myself in check so as to not freak him out by begging him to fart on me. If he farts on me directly I'm screwed.

Brett’s grinning like a loon. “Shoo-wee, no wonder why the fellas call my farts Brett Bombs. Hava smell of that.” Brett boasts as he takes off his hat and uses it to fan his fumes my way.

I pull the collar of my shirt over my nose, playing the part of hating his farts. 

Brett proves he wasn’t joking as we drive along. He’s farting every thirty seconds without a lick of shame. In fact he’s proud of his every emission. The air inside of Brett’s truck is thick with his rank butt funk. I have to drape my leg over the other to hide my hard-on.

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHPPPPPPPP

After ripping another trumpeting fart, it is followed by my stomach audibly growling. I haven’t had an actual meal in two days.

Brett frowns while keeping his eyes on the road. “When’s the last time ya ate, son?” he asks.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m good. I’ve got granola bars.” I say, as I reach into my backpack.

“Son, put those away before I take 'em and shove ‘em down my drawers. A Brett Bomb later and those suckas will be inedible.” He threatens, “There’s a dinner connected ta this truck stop, right here.”

Feeling ashamed, I confess, “I’m sorry, Brett, but I don’t have much money on me at the moment.”

Brett rolls his eyes before reaching down, cupping his hand behind his ass, and farting. PPPPVVVVBBBBTTTT

Brett covers my mouth and nose with his cupped-hand fart. 

“There, maybe that’ll fix ya thick headedness. I’m paying, dumbass.” Brett teases as we park near said dinner.

My eyes are watering from his surprise gas attack. 

We climb out of his truck and start heading inside. “Order whateva ya want, son. My treat.” 

Halfway there, Brett moves faster so that he’s now walking in front of me. PPBB, FFDD, MMBB, RRVV, BBFF, PPTT.

Brett pushes out a long string of poots, crop-dusting me along the way. I love the raunchy, eggy stench.

Brett looks back at me, over his shoulder, with an impish grin. I make sure to return a sour expression, making him laugh. “Haha, sorry son, I don’t know why, but makin' ya smell ma Brett Bombs is a hoot.”

We step into the dinner, which is empty of customers, and sit ourselves in a booth. A waitress takes our order.

I try to order the cheapest thing on the menu but Brett intervenes and orders for me. He orders me a bacon cheeseburger, curly fries, and a strawberry milkshake. He orders himself a steak with a side of mash potatoes and greens, and a chocolate milkshake.

After our waitress leaves, Brett shakes his head at me. “Son, I told ya ta order whateva ya want. My butt’s gonna show how annoyed he is wit ya when we get back in the truck. Ma chocolate milkshake-powered farts are gonna wreck ya.” Brett says sternly but I can see the mirth in his eyes. 

I quickly look down, my face is scarlet red and I'm breathing faster. I hear Brett softly chuckle. “Relax son, I ain’t really mad, I’m just yankin' ya chain. But I am gonna fart-box ya something awful when we get back on the road. Chocolate milkshakes make ma butt rockets lethal. Haha.”

I've gotta make a temporary escape so I can regroup. “I’ll be right back, I've gotta use the bathroom.” I lie. I slide out of the booth and make my way to the bathroom.

Once inside, I splash some water on my face and will my hardness down. It’s so unfair how perfect Brett is.

After regaining my self control, I head back out and see that our food has been delivered. I sit back down and start ravenously consuming my food. I feel like I haven't had an actual meal like this in forever. 

Brett watches me eat with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Is it good?” Brett asks.

I nod, “Delicious.” I say after swallowing my bite.

Brett leans forward with a cocky, lopsided grin and whispers, so only I can hear, “Awe, thanks for the compliment, son. I made sure ta fart on ya food when no one was watching. Always knew my ass gas paired well with ground beef.” Brett teases me.

My chewing comes to a halt. Brett's got me all flustered again.

As we’re finishing, a small commotion starts a few booths down. A man is berating the waitress. “How incompetent can you be? Tell them to redo my order, you stupid cow!”

The waitress quickly walks away. It's obvious that she’s crying.

Brett stands up and walks over to the rude guy.

He gives Brett the stink eye. “What the hell do you want?”

"I heard ya complaints and thought I'd whip something special up for ya." Brett spins around, putting his titanic rump right in the guy’s face. Before the guy can react, Brett reaches back, grabs him by the back of the neck, and shoves his face into his ass.

The sight of his face sinking into Brett’s pillowy orbs is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Order up… NGH”

PPPPPPHHHHHHRRRRRRRMMMMMM

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“Oh yeah, chew on ma award winning air biscuits. Piping hot, straight outta the oven… FGH”

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FFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPP

Brett rips a series of deep, grumbly farts in the prick’s face. His face is thankfully muffling his yelling and Brett’s farts. 

Brett pulls the rude guy’s face out of his ass; his nose is running and he’s having a coughing fit. Brett keeps a grip on the back of the guy's neck as he looks down at him, over his shoulder, with a cloudy expression. 

“Now, when the waitress returns, ya gonna apologize and be a respectable customer. And afterwards, ya gonna tip her mighty well. Do I make myself clear or are ya still hungry for more of ma air biscuits?” To prove his point, Brett hikes his right leg and rips a squeaky poot in the guy’s face.

“Yes, yes… I’ll do whatever.. You say.” The guy swears while gagging on Brett’s skunky vapors.

Brett walks back to our table and leaves a sizable tip. The waitress returns, unaware of what just transpired. She walks up to the rude customer, hesitantly.

Immediately the guy starts apologizing to the waitress. I notice the tension evaporating from the waitress' shoulders. 

Brett and I head on out. Not only does Brett use his farts to joke around, but he also uses them to deal with assholes. It's like he's my dream guy.

Brett leads us to the other side of the establishment which is the gas station side. It also sells snacks. “Let’s pick up some snacks for our drive. We’ll get breakfast in the mornin'.” He suggests.

We walk down the potato chip aisle. He gets a jumbo bag of Doritos. I decide to get Bugles. They’re on the bottom shelf so I bend down to get them.

As I grab the bag, I suddenly feel something big, fleshy, and warm pressing against the side of my face.

FFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPP

Brett vents out a 7 second ripper right on my face. I feel the stream of hot air warming my cheek. The smell of digested meat and garlic assaults my nose, making me gag.

I stand back up, face completely red. Brett’s sporting a huge, shit-eating grin.

“Weren’t expecting that, were ya? Haha.” He quips. 

I softly laugh along with Brett, not wanting to clue him on that, that was the hottest thing that ever happened to me. 

Brett quickly catches on that I’m eerily quiet as we purchase our stuff and leave. “Come on, son. Don’t tell me ya given me the silent treatment ‘cause ya mad. All I did was fart on ya. I’m sure ya have been farted on before.”

“I’m not mad, I'm just a little caught off guard. That’s the first time someone's ever farted on me.” I explain as we walk back to his truck, surrounded by the cool, night air.

Brett flashes me a crooked grin, “No foolin’? Shit, why didn’t ya say so before. I just popped ya ‘gettin’ farted on’ cherry, haha. Don’t worry, son, Imma professional. Ya'll be a champ of gettin' farted on before we reach Cali, haha." He jokes, giving me a wink. 

Brett stops us as he wraps a strong arm around my shoulders, and pulls me into his side. He then swivels his hips and hikes his leg up, pressing his ass against my side. “Brett Bombs away… GGH”

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Brett rips two back-to-back, rumbling farts on me. I have to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from whimpering. 

“Ah, see son, soon Imma make ya a pro at gettin' farted on, haha.” Brett teases as we continue to his truck.

"After fillin' up this tank." He gives his stomach a pat, "I gotta fill up the truck's. And then we can get back on the road."

As we get back into the truck, I notice the small living quarters he has set up in the back. There’s a decent sized bed, and a small dresser/table beside it.

Brett drives up to the diesel fuel pump. He hops out and starts gassing up the truck.

As I wait, I’m suddenly surprised by Brett opening my door. With an impish grin he steps up, spins around, and backs his bubbly, jean-clad backside into my face.

“Since I’m gassin’ up ma truck, I might as well gas ya up too, son.” 

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Brett unleashes a chain of trumpeting farts, point-blank in my face. Each eruption is so powerful that it blows back my hair. I receive three facefuls of his fumes, that reeks of raw sewage and rotten milk.

I’m coughing and gagging as Brett jumps down. He looks back at me with a cheeky grin, and shoots me a wink.

He goes back to the pump, and I rearrange my hard-on so it's less noticeable.

Brett gets back behind the wheel and we're back on the highway. 

For the next several hours, we pass time by talking or listening to the radio. Either way, Brett’s constantly leaning to the side and blasting me with Brett Bombs. Only thing we can breathe in is his hot, eggy ass air. I’m aroused/miserable.

Four flatulent hours later, we pull up into a truck rest stop. Here, truckers can park and get some sleep. 

Once we’re parked and Brett turns off the truck, he stretches his arms above his head and groans. I get a quick whiff of his masculine, sweaty armpit musk, making him all the more alluring. 

Brett looks at me with a lazy smile. “Let’s get some rest, we’ll wake up at 7, get some breakfast, and be back on the road by 8.” He explains.

I nod in acknowledgement. 

But I'm confused about our sleeping arrangements. The bed is big enough for two but they’ll be practically sleeping on each other. That could go bad for me. Maybe I should just sleep here.

Brett gets up and slips in between our seats, to get into the back. I shouldn't have let my guard down. At the last second he thrust his ass into my face.

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He farts right in my face. Thanks to the chocolate milkshake he had, it stinks of spoiled milk. 

To rub it in, he shakes his ass in my face.

“Gross.” I mutter.

Brett scoffs. What? I look back at him, curiously.

I’m nearly drooling as he pulls off his wife beater, exposing his chiseled and tattooed upper body. 

Brett sits on the bed and starts untying his boots. His gaze focused on me.

“Ya gotta choose what ya gonna call me tonight, son. If ya go wit Brett, we'll share this bed and get some sleep, that's it.” 

Brett’s eyes then go half-lidded, “Or, if ya call me Big Daddy, I’ll toss ya onto this bed, and then sit on ya face, bareass. Then I’ll make ya eat my swamp ass and farts. And after that I’ll plow ya face wit ma meat until I fire a big load down ya throat.”

Brett rewards my shocked expression with a sexy, little grin. “Oh yeah, son, I know you’re inta ma nasty, Brett bombs, You’re not subtle; ya keep blushing like a virgin every time I fart.” 

“The balls in your court son, what’s it gonna be?”

My desire for him wins out. I stand and walk towards him until I'm standing between his spread legs. I look him dead in the eyes. “We both know what I want, Big Daddy.”

Brett, I mean Big Daddy, bares his teeth with a wild, sharkish grin. He gets up, grabs my waist in his huge mitts, and tosses me onto the bed.

Big Daddy is a huge guy but he sure moves fast. He's already tossed his jeans and underwear onto the floor and is now standing on the bed, completely naked. I get a quick look at his stiff, 7.5 inches extending from his forest of trimmed, black pubes.

Big Daddy straddles my chest, facing my feet. 

He then starts crawling back, eclipsing my face with his protruding cakes. 

He stops when his dump-truck is lording right above my face. I take in the marvelous sight. His cheeks and crack are furry and glistening with sweat. 

“See what I meant earlier, son? Truckin' gives me a bad case of the swamp ass.”

Big Daddy reaches back with both hands, and spreads his mounds. It makes a squelching noise thanks to how sweaty he is.

Deep in between his pumpkin-sized globes, I see his sweaty, winking hole surrounded by a thatch of grimy, black butt hairs. 

“Deep breath, son. Ya won’t be gettin' any fresh air for a short while. All you’ll be gettin' is Big Daddy’s ass wind.”

PLOP

Big Daddy sits his huge ass down, entombing my entire head in between his blubbery ass boulders. His doughy cheeks pour over the side of my head and make contact with the bed. His pucker is kissing my lips.

“Open ya mouth for Big Daddy, son.” He orders. In warning he flexes his brawny cheeks around my head, making it feel like it’s in a vice grip, proving there’s a lot of power beneath all that fat. Gods, it feels like his glutes could crack open a coconut. I don’t know why that’s so hot to me.

I know it’s an idle threat, but it isn’t necessary. I open my mouth and start lapping at his sweaty pucker. 

Big Daddy’s huge body shutters above me. I hear and feel him emit a deep, pleased rumble. “That’s a good boy, taste your Big Daddy’s nasty hole.”

I start tonguing him with conviction, knowing that he likes what I'm doing.

“Mhmm, good fuckin' boy. Feast on Big Daddy’s swamp ass. And while you're at it, have some of ma famous beef stew too… GHH”

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I moan as he floods my open mouth with his eggy fumes. The acrid taste of his fart coats my tongue, and I love it. 

The fact that he’s enjoying this as much as me spurs me on. I start probing his hole with the tip of my tongue. 

“Hot Damn! Ya gotta wicked tongue, boy. Taste these puppies for ya trouble… HGH” 

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PPPPPPPPPDDDDDDDDDDDUUUUUUUUTTTTTTT

MMMMMMMVVVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAABBBBBBB

Big Daddy overflows my mouth with more of his butt funk. The pheromones he’s blasting into my open mouth, work me into a frenzy. My tongue is practically dancing inside his hole. 

Big Daddy starts rolling his hips in slow circles; riding my wiggling tongue and undulating his sea of ass fat around my face. From how his body is rocking, I can tell that he’s stroking himself. That fact that he’s pleasuring himself while using me as a toy, makes it all the hotter.

“Fuck, ya’ve done it now, son. I hope ya ready ‘cause Big Daddy’s fat ass is about ta own ya… FGH” 

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“Fuck your tongue feels good, hope I don’t burn it off with this” BBBPPPDDD “Haha I bet ya liked that, son” MMMHHHRRR “I knew ya’d be a slut for my beef stew” FFFVVVTTT “Oh fuck yeah, Big Daddy’s gassy tonight” PPPLLLBBB “Shit, I’m gettin' close, son. Big Daddy’s about ta explode out both sides” BBBOOOFFF “Say ah, ma dirty boy” RRRTTTPPP “I’m about ta follow up all this beef stew wit a nice warm mouthful of Big Daddy’s milk” MMMMVVVV-UUUUPPPP

Big Daddy’s blubbery swamp ass starts rocking faster, and his breath quickens.

“Here” FFFFFFFFWWWWWWOOOOOPPPPPPP

“It” BBBBBBBMMMMMMMAAAAAAAATTTTTTT

“Comes… NGH” PPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLVVVVVVVMMMMMMMM

Big Daddy quickly spins around, pointing his thick, throbbing red schlong in my face. 

“Open wide, darlin’, Big Daddy's docking his big rig in that purty mouth. Don't waste a single drop!” Big Daddy orders, his voice sounding completely wrecked.

I open as wide as I can, letting his one-eyed monster invade my mouth. Just as I’m about to suck, I feel the mushroom-head swell on my tongue before it starts twitching. Big Daddy roars as he starts shooting volley after volley off his essence into my mouth. 

Doing what he ordered, I start swallowing. I like his taste, it’s musky and slightly sour.

At the same time, from behind Big Daddy, erupts…

FFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLLLHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Big Daddy unleashes a monstrous, 45 second fart that has the entire truck quaking. 

All this sets me off, I shoot in my boxers.

Brett falls next to me on the bed, and takes me in his arms, big spooning me. As I expected we're practically laying on one another.

He stuffs his hand down the front of my jeans and feels that I came too.

A pleased growl comes from his chest and rumbles deliciously through my body.

We’re both panting and sweaty as we catch our breath in comfortable silence.

After some time, Brett asks, “So what ya gonna do when I drop ya off in California?”

I shrug, “Hopefully I’ll find a job and my boss will be cool enough to let me crash on their couch, temporarily.” I spitball.

He’s quiet for a few moments.

“That’s an idea, but I have an offer for ya. Why not work for me? Assist me on ma trucking routes around the country. 

Also I hava house in California, ya can live with me.

But be warned: this is a lot of hard work”

I look back at him, over my shoulder, with wide eyes. “Are you serious?” I ask, breathlessly. He nods.

“I’d love that! And you wouldn’t even have to pay me. Just give me food, board, and fart on me plenty and I’ll be happy.” I realize how stupid that sounds once it’s out of my mouth.

Brett snickers. “Darlin’, I make a killin' on the things I deliver, so I'm gonna pay ya well. And don’t worry about me fartin’ on ya. From now on ya won’t be able to go a waking hour without me butt bombin’ ya at least once. Just think of it as a stinky job plan. The Brett bombin’ plan, haha.” He teases.

I haven't felt this optimistic in a long time. “You’re really serious, aren’t you?” I ask softly.

“Sure am. Think about it. On the open road wit just me. Ya balls will always be empty and ya nose will always be full of Big Daddy’s gut fumes. How’s that sound, darlin’?” 

“It sounds wonderful. My answer is yes, Brett.” I turn back around, not wanting him to see me misty-eyed. Brett responds by giving me a tight squeeze. 

“Listen darlin’ I’d love ta sleep wit ya in my arms. But I think we both would rather if ya slept face-ta-face with ma big ole booty.” Brett suggests.

I don’t even hesitate. I wiggle out of his arms and slip behind him, between his big body and the wall. Brett chuckles at my eagerness.

I slide down until I’m cheek-to-cheek with his bubble butt.

“Goodnight darlin’”

“Goodnight Brett”

“Don’t forget to say goodnight to Big Daddy’s booty.” Brett teases. He wiggles his hips, making his doughy globes wobble. 

“Goodnight Big Daddy’s booty, and thanks for all the farts.” I say. My voice is both filled with amusement and sincerity.

Brett reaches back with one hand and spreads open his crack, reintroducing me to the sweat-gully between his bubbly orbs.

I watch his hole winking at me.

“He says he wants a kiss goodnight.” Brett translates.

My boner's starting to return as my face heats up.

I sink my face deep in between his sweaty, thick cakes and plant my lips on his flexing pucker.

Brett says, “Mwah” which is quickly followed by…

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My whole world is rocked as Brett vents out a monstrous fart, point-blank in my face. The stench of sulfur and rotten meat overwhelms me.

Brett grabs a thin cover and blankets me, trapping me in a dutch oven.

“This is the start of somethin' beautiful. I can feel it. And I'm sure ya can smell it, darlin'.” I feel him pat the top of my head through the covers.

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One Year Later

It’s been one, wonderful year with Brett. I love him and working with him. I love the honest and hard work, and that he farts on me countless times a day. It’s officially my dream job.

Right now is almost a recreation of our first dinner together. We're at the same diner, with the same waitress, and eating the same meal. We're near my home town after delivering a set of full-sized collectible bumper karts. 

Brett ordered his favorite: a chocolate milkshake. All through dinner, he's been teasing me about how bad his farts are gonna be, knowing it’s turning me on. 

Brett stands up when we’re finished. “I gotta drain ma hog. I’ll meet ya at the truck.”

Brett walks past, I should’ve been ready. He thrust his jean-clad ample backside in my face. PPPBBBTTTT

“Smell that darlin’? My dairy-powered Brett Bombs are locked and loaded.” Brett taunts before heading to the bathroom.

After gathering myself, I get up and head for the exit. As I pass a booth a familiar voice says, “What the hell are you doing here?”

I turn and see it's my father. It's him and my stepbrother sitting across from him.

It’s funny, I used to be scared of him, I used to respect him, but not anymore.

“Just getting a bite to eat after a job.”

He narrows his eyes. “What do you do?”

“I’m a truck driver.”

“That’s a real man’s job. No job for a f*g.”

“Well I’m a truck driver and suck guys off. Get over it.” I state, making my brother's jaw drop.

I go to leave, but pause when my father slams his fists on the table.

“I’m your father and you’re a fucking queer, you will show me respect.” He barks.

Big Daddy pops out of nowhere and pulls me behind his hulking body, standing in front of the two. From his stance I know this is Big Daddy; Brett has left the building.

Big Daddy’s massive presence has the two looking wary. 

"Ya two done fucked up! Anyone who messes with ma darlin', deals wit me, Big Daddy. In ya two go"

Big Daddy spins around, showcasing his bubbly rump to them. He reaches back with both hands, grabs either of them by the top of their heads, and pulls them in. Half of either's face sinks into one of Big Daddy's pillowy globes, and their noses are touching in front of his crack.

“Brace for impact fellas, and enjoy… NGH”

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT

Big Daddy rips a 50 second juggernaut-of-a-fart in both of their faces, simultaneously. It bellows out like a foghorn and has the cups on their table rattling.

In the beginning, my brother and father's arms are flailing, but Big Daddy isn't letting them escape. By the end, they go limp. completely unconscious.

Witnessing Big Daddy obliterate the two is both hot and cathartic. He releases them and they fall into their seats, knocked out.

Big Daddy takes off his cowboy hat and wipes his brow. An impish grin stretches across his lips as he looks at me. “Shoo-wee, Big Daddy sure did a number on them. But hey, they deserved it.”

Shattering noise from behind, gains our attention. The waitress watched the whole thing while balancing a tray of food that was most likely for my father and brother. She accidentally dropped it.

Big Daddy shoots her a boyish grin. With his hat, he starts fanning the stink in front of his ass towards his victims in the booth.

“Sorry ya had to see that ma’am. They were being rude so my big ass returned the favor.”

He gives her a tip of the hat and we leave. 

We step into the night, heading for his truck. I take his hand in mine as we walk.

“Thanks for that."

He tightens his fingers around mine. “Of course. Now that ya wit me the world's been put on notice. Anyone who messes wit ya is gonna havta deal wit this big guy."

Big Daddy brings our joined hands behind him. I feel the seam of his jeans, that's warm from being buried in between his voluptuous orbs, pressing against the back of my hand.

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I nearly stumble, moaning from him farting on me, making him laugh. He helps me regain my balance.

While keeping my hand pressed against his ass, his lips graze my ear and he whispers. "And there's no need ta be jealous of them, darlin'. I got somethin' real romantic planned for ya tonight. Under the full moon ya gonna be kissing my big smelly moons. Big Daddy's milkshake farts are gonna destroy ya, son, and you're gonna love every second of it."

Big Daddy cheekily grins as he pushes out a low, purring fart, making his meaty cheeks vibrate against the back of my hand.

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Smell of competition

The current bane of my existence is Joshua Holt, who lives in the apartment right across the hall from me. Normally, with me being a gay man, I shouldn’t have a problem with a tall, tan, and muscular fireman who has an ass so fat that it should have its own zip code. However, a few months ago, a new tenant moved into the apartment next to mine. He’s a cute young twink named Daniel. And me and Joshua are both gunning for him. 

The two of us have been flirting with Gavin for weeks and he’s receptive to both of our advances. But when Gavin’s not around me and Joshua antagonize one another. 

We both insult and prank one another, but Joshua has one up on me. He’s a gassy guy who farts a lot. So he’s constantly farting on me. It’s humiliating and disgusting.

It’s about 6 when I return home. Joshua and Gavin are both exiting their respective apartments, carrying garbage bags.

“Oh, here Gavin, let me toss your garbage since I'm about to do the same.” Joshua offers. 

Gavin awards him a dazzling smile as he hands over his trash. “Wow, thanks Joshua. I hope it isn’t too much.”

Joshua shoots him a cocky grin as he raises his arm, holding Gavin’s garbage bag, flexing his bicep. “Nah, maybe if these bags had an extra 100 pounds in each, it might give my big muscles a slight challenge.” Joshua brags, making Gavin blush.

Joshua brings up and flexes his bicep in front of Gavin’s face. “Come on Gavin, cop a feel. I know you wanna.” Joshua teases as he waggles his eyebrows.

Gavin giggles as he feels Joshua’s hard muscle. 

I intervene, refusing to lose.

I step forward, “Oh hey, Gavin.” and with far less enthusiasm, I add, “Hey Joshua.” 

I’m holding two drinks from Starbucks, I offer one to Gavin. “Here Gavin, since I stopped at Starbucks, I got your favorite.” 

Gavin rewards me with a dimpled smile. “Wow, thanks so much, Ken. I needed this after my day.” 

I wink at him, “Always happy to enable someone’s caffeine addiction.” I joke, making Gavin giggle adorably.

As we speak, Joshua walks off while shooting me a withering glare. I suppress my glee. 

Joshua returns after Gavin goes into his apartment.

“Did you enjoy your trip to the dumpster, Joshua? I’m sure you felt at home with you being trash and all.” I insult him.

To be a prick, I add, “Oh, by the way, while you were gone, Gavin and I decided to see an old black and white movie they’re playing tomorrow night.”

Joshua bares his teeth in anger. But after a few moments, he plasters on a vindictive smile. 

“Oh I know what this is. You’re jealous.” Joshua starts. As he walks up to me he lifts the hem of his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs. “Well if you wanna grope my muscles, like Gavin, then all you had to do was ask.”

Standing right in front of me, Joshua grabs my hand and spins around. He then places my hand on his warm, bare, ripped stomach. Then traps it there by placing his bigger hand on mine. He then makes both our hands press down on his stomach. He’s a bit taller than me, so his fat cakes, confined in a pair of jeans, are aligned with my lower stomach. 

BBBBBBWWWWWWWHHHHHHPPPPPPP

Joshua blasts me with a 5 second fart that stinks of rotten eggs and spices. I cough on the sickening stench. Since we both have started going after Gavin, Joshua must've farted on me at least 300 times. I can never get used to the smell.

Joshua looks back at me, over his shoulder, grinning like a loon. “Oh what’s that? You want another feel of my abs? Sure buddy, Big J has got you covered.” With that he presses our hands down on his stomach again.

PPPPPPPVVVVVVUUUUUUUBBBBBB

Joshua farts on me again and it smells as bad as the last one. He lets go of my hand before heading to his apartment, leaving me coughing and gagging in his noxious fart cloud.

Before disappearing inside, a grinning Joshua flexes his bicep and sticks his tongue out at me.

I groan before retreating into my apartment. I lost this battle, I will not lose the war.

Around the same time, the next night, I’m in my apartment, getting ready for my movie with Gavin. He’ll be meeting up with me at the theater after he's done having a drink with his co-workers.  

Once I’m ready, I open my front door. I'm shocked to find Joshua standing there, dressed nicely in a pair of black dress pants, and a blue button-up shirt. 

“Shit.” I hiss, trying to slam the door on him. Joshua’s big hand stops me. Unable to do anything, I watch as Joshua’s bulbous moons, confined in his tight-fitting slacks, partially squeeze through the gap of my door.  

“Hey Ken, you’ve got a visitor. My ass wants to talk; listen up.”

RRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBB

Joshua launches a 6 second fart. He reaches a hand inside and starts wafting his ass gas in my direction. 

I stumble back as I’m hit with the stench of digested meat and onions. I glare at Joshua with anger and a twinge of fear as he strolls into my place, slamming the door shut behind him.

Joshua, the big fucker, moves fast. Before I know it, his big mitts are on my shoulders and he's shoving me onto my knees with my back against the wall. Joshua squats and wheels around, lording his thick rump right in my face.

Joshua thrusts his hips back, trapping my head in between his ass and the wall. His doughy mounds mold and warp around my face, smothering me. All I can breathe in is his stale fart vapors and his ass musk.

Joshua teases, “Now you two have fun back there. I’ve gotta give Gavin a call.” He ends with…

RRRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVMMMMMMMTTTTTTTTTT

My coughing is muffled by his meaty orbs dominating my face. I soon hear Joshua talking with Gavin on his phone.

“Hey Gavin.” PPPBBBTTT “Hmm?” MMMHHHFFF “Oh that's just a few loud ducks fighting over food behind me.” RRRTTTBBB “Anyway, I called to let you know that Ken won’t be able to make it to the movies.” FFFBBBPPP “Yeah, I went to see him and apparently there's some kind of gas leak in his place.” BBBWWWDDD “No worries, it isn’t too dangerous.” MMMPPPTTT “He asked if I could replace him in going to the movies with you. Are you cool with that?” DDDVVVBBB  “Awesome, I’ll see you in a bit.” VVVRRRFFF “Whoa, I’m gonna let you go Gavin. The biggest duck I’ve ever seen just landed behind me.” BBBBMMMM-WWWWPPPP-OOOORRRR

I gasp for air as Joshua pulls his enormous bum away from my face, but only by a foot.

“Did you hear that, Ken? Looks like I’ve got to get to the movies. And you’ve gotta get to dreamland. Nighty-night Ken, my booty will tell you all about our date, tomorrow.” 

With that, Joshua reaches back with both hands, and spreads his cheeks through his slacks.

It doesn’t make a sound, but I feel his silent stream of gas warming up my face. The stench of sulfur mixed with raw sewage is too much for me; I pass out.

I come to, a few hours later. My phone dinging from receiving a text wakes me up. It’s from Gavin. It’s a pic of him and Joshua in front of the theater with Joshua’s big arm wrapped around Gavin’s shoulders. 

“Big, gassy bastard.” I grouse as I head to bed. A plan for revenge is starting to formulate. 

A few days later, I see Gavin and Joshua having a nice conversation in front of our apartment building as I return home.

I hear Joshua reply. “Yeah, I remember you telling me you’re a vegan. It’s a coincidence that I’ve been cutting all meat out of my diet.”

I inwardly grin, this is the moment I've been waiting for. Driving to that restaurant and taking that picture was worth it.

“Hey guys.” I greet them with a smile. Gavin returns a smile and Joshua shoots me a superior grin, behind Gavin’s back.

I look at Joshua questioningly, “You know it’s funny you say that Joshua after you won the Meatpocalypse challenge at Pa’s Barbecue Shack a few days ago.” I pull out my phone and show them his victory picture. It’s of Joshua smiling, his face covered in barbecue sauce, and a ton of cleaned rib bones piled in front of him.”

Joshua’s blushing with embarrassment and Gavin looks a bit queasy. 

“Hey Gavin, I’d love to take you to this vegan restaurant downtown. I’ve heard nothing but great things about it.” I offer as I slide my phone back into my pocket.

Gavin’s eyes light up. “That’s actually my favorite place! I’d love to join you.” He exclaims. 

I flash Joshua a covert, victorious grin. Joshua’s glaring daggers back at me. 

For the next couple of days I keep out of Joshua's sight. I know he's pissed. I’ve resorted to leaving an hour earlier for work. 

It’s six in the morning when I'm slipping into the elevator, heading down to the ground floor. Just as the door starts to close, a large, familiar hand pops out, causing the door to slide back open. In steps Joshua. 

I’m frozen like a deer in headlights by Joshua’s wolfish, foreboding grin.

As the door closes, Joshua suddenly grips the both of my wrists in one of his big mitts. He then tosses a leg over my arms, turning his back to me in the process. With a pull, he makes me fall to my knees and my face slam into his pillowy backside.

Joshua reaches behind, with his free hand, and cups the back of my head, keeping my face buried in his blubbery rump. My cries are muffled by his mounds of ass fat.

I sense us starting to descend. “This elevator isn't the only thing going down after the stunt you pulled, Ken.” Joshua darkly promises.

I feel his glutes flex and then relax.

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRROOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTT

MMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFF

“Oh yeah, I’ve been eating barbecue all week. Chew on some just desserts… NGH”

RRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVLLLLLLLLBBBBBBBB

DDDDDDDDDFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTT

“Yum, how do those recycled baked beans taste, bud… GGH”

PPPPPPPPPWWWWWWWWFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRR

FFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMMVVVVVVVVVPPPPPPPPP

“Hope you’re still hungry because here comes a big, steaming plate of sweet revenge”… HGH”

BBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTT-VVVVVVVVVVVPPPPPPPPP-MMMMMMMMMMMMDDDDDDDDDDD-OOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFF

Joshua unleashes a gassy assault on my face. He finishes with a chain of beefy farts. The smell of digested meat and cabbage singes my nose hairs.

When we reach the ground floor, Joshua releases me. Already on my knees, I fall onto my hands and start dry-heaving.

“Ah, barbecue for breakfast. Isn’t my booty gracious? Haha.” Joshua taunts as he goes to leave.

“I’ll get you back for this.” I promise through my wheezing.

Joshua pauses before bending his knees and extending his titanic backside into my face.

MMMMMMFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPP

Turning my head doesn't prevent me from getting a noseful of Joshua’s noxious ass wind. 

“Not a problem. This big fella will be ready and waiting for ya.” He quips before leaving.

It takes me a few to collect myself; I’ll be nurturing my wounded pride for the rest of the day. This was another win for Joshua.

A few days later, after exiting the elevator, I see Joshua in front of his door with Gavin. Gavin steps away with a relieved smile. 

Just before disappearing into his apartment, Gavin says, “Cool, if you don’t need any help then I’ll see you later, Josh.”

As I walk closer, I see that Joshua’s in pretty bad shape. His right arm is in a sling, and his left arm and face are littered with bandages. He must’ve been injured on the job.

What’s worse is that he’s handling a bag of groceries while trying to unlock his door with one arm. Unsuccessfully I might add. 

I have to confess that I'm irked by Gavin. He should’ve helped Joshua.

When I reach my door, Joshua's still trying to get his door open. 

I roll my eyes and mutter, “For goodness sake.”

I march over to Joshua, grab his keys, and unlock the door.

“Hey!” He indignantly cries.

Ignoring him, I take his groceries and then impatiently gesture for him to go inside.

“I don’t need your help.” Joshua hisses.

I scoff, “Yeah, a wooden door wasn't just kicking your ass.” I reply, dryly.

Joshua narrows his eyes. “Oh you wanna help? Then help yourself to this.” He then twists his hips, pressing his bubble butt against my side.

PPPPWWWWW-FFFFFFTTTTTT

Joshua rips two consecutive, airy poots on me. Normally, his eggy vapors would chase me off, but not this time. He needs assistance and is too prideful to ask for it.

I retaliate. I give a bandaged part of his left arm a little pinch making him whimper. I walk inside, head to his kitchen, and start putting away his groceries. Joshua huffs as he follows me inside. He slowly leans against the nearby counter, watching me work. 

I get annoyed as I go through his groceries. There are no pre-made meals. Is he going to try and cook in his condition?

I shake my head as I pull out a big pan and start the oven. 

“What are you doing?” he asks, suspiciously. 

“Making enough food to last you for several days.” I inform him.

“There’s no need.” Joshua growls through clenched teeth.

“Yeah, I’m sure a guy who can’t use his dominant hand, and is high on pain medication will do great in a kitchen. You're supposed to be a fireman, right?” I snark back.

This angers Joshua even more. “Listen here: I don’t need your help! So just leave and take this with you.” He wheels around and leans forward, pointing his butt at me.

PPPPPBBBBBFFFFFTTTTTT

Joshua blasts me with a 4 second fart that reeks of rotten eggs. The smell is awful but I don’t give him a reaction. I get to work, cooking.

“Go take a shower and then relax on the couch. Dinner will be ready in an hour.” I order.

After a minute or two of defiantly standing in place, Joshua decides to do as I said. But not before hobbling up to me, hiking up his leg, and farting on my back.

5 minutes later, I hear a groan come from the bathroom. There’s nothing I need to attend to at the moment so I go check on Joshua.

I knock on the bathroom door, “Joshua, you okay in there?” 

I get scared when he doesn’t answer after a few seconds. Finally, I hear him softly admit, “I can’t get out of my clothes. I need help.”

I open the door and step inside. He’s standing in the middle of the bathroom, looking down at the floor; still wearing his gray sweats and black t-shirt. 

I first help him with his shirt. Then I get on my knees, behind him, to help him out of his sweats and boxers. This has me face-to-face with his bare, fleshy melons. I notice his left hand curl into a fist, and his glutes flex, signaling that he’s about to fart. 

“Fart and I'll give you a wedgie so bad that you’ll be tasting your underwear.” I warn.

This immediately deters him.

“Do you need any help washing?” I ask. He shakes his head so I leave him to it, and head back into the kitchen.

30 minutes later he emerges, wearing a white muscle shirt and silver basketball shorts, taking a seat on the couch. 

Once the food is done, I plate two helpings and join Joshua on the couch.

I hand him his plate and take a seat on the other end of the couch. I’m impressed, he's using his non-dominant hand to eat.

“So what do you want to watch?” I ask.

He shrugs. 

I’m not used to dealing with a Joshua who lacks his usual overconfidence. I decide to severely dial down my confrontational side.

“I know they're old but I love to watch 'Seinfeld' and 'Friends'.” That's a complete lie but I remember overhearing Joshua telling Gavin that ‘Friends’ is one of his favorite shows.

Joshua smiles softly. “‘Friends’ is one of my favorite shows, actually.” He admits.

I nod before picking up the remote and putting on ‘Friends’.

Watching this show as we eat and talk is ironic since this is the first time we've been friendly towards each other.

“You know I used to work as a busboy in a Michelin star restaurant when I was younger and lived in California. So many celebrities would eat there. And you wanna know something?” Joshua starts.

“What?” I ask.

With a cheeky grin he points at the guy who plays Ross, on the screen, “I farted on him once.”

“Shut up” I fire back, laughing.

I grin and he nods his head. “It’s true, I farted on the back of his head while I was bussing a table behind him. It was silent but he sure as hell smelt it. He was being a complete monster to my waitress friend so I had to drop a butt bomb on the fuck-face. Man, I can’t even count the number of celebrities I’ve farted on while working there because they were being dicks.” He explains, cracking us both up.

“Haha, okay-okay, who’s the biggest celebrity you've farted on?” I ask, excitedly.

Joshua thinks on it for a moment. “Oh, George Clooney. He called my waiter friend an incompetent dumb-ass so I was going to let him have it. The gods were on my side because while walking past his table, he dropped something on the floor and bent down to pick it up. With a slight shift of my hips, I blasted him in the face with an sbd, and then made myself scarce. I could hear him throwing a fit, complaining that he's never smelt anything so horrible.”

I give him a round of applause. “Freaking awesome man.” I praise him.

He gives a mock bow. “Just doing what I do best. Everyone I worked with knew to come to me if they wanted some revenge.” 

“Wow, I’m honored. The same butt that farted in my face also farted in George Clooney’s.” I joke, making Joshua laugh. He then winces in pain.

“Where’s your meds?” I ask. I retrieve them after Joshua tells me where they are. I then assist him to bed.

As I go to leave Joshua groggily says, “Thanks” before quickly falling asleep.

The next day, I stop by before heading to work, seeing if Joshua needs anything. He doesn’t.

I stop by again after work. Some of his friends are coming to pick him up. He’s gotten fully dressed but needs help getting on his shoes. He sits on the couch and I kneel down, slipping them on. 

As I’m tying them, he slides forward, sitting on the edge of his seat, hovering his taint right in my face. Before I can react…

BBBBWWWWMMMMPPPP

Joshua blasts me in the face with an eggy fart. I make a noise of disgust, causing Joshua to laugh.

“Ah, that’s my butt thanking you for all the help, haha.” He teases.

Normally, when Joshua farts on me it’s vindictive and malicious. This is different, more like friends joking around.

I chuckle, giving his knee a soft slap. 

As I keep attending to him over the next few weeks, our friendship steadily grows. And Joshua’s also farting on me far more than when we were rivals.

Everytime I’m helping him with his shoes, and my face is in the blast zone, he makes sure to fart.

Whenever I kneel down to retrieve something, and Joshua’s nearby, as quickly as he can, he’ll sneak over and fart on the back of my head.

When I’m sitting down and Joshua has to walk past me, at the last moment, he thrusts his hips back, and farts in my face. It gets me everytime.

He just sent me a video of him farting on my food while I was in the bathroom. It's both gross and hilarious. 

I text him back.

Me: ASSHOLE! That'll never happen again

Joshua: We’ll see, and do you think that’s the first time I've farted on your food? LOL

Joshua follows that up with another video that has me choking on my own spit. It’s of his bare, fuzzy, bubbly ass. Ptwtwtwtwwtwww

He pushes out a high-pitched, squeaky poot. Beneath it reads: Yum-Yum.

What the fuck! I’m hard. Oh no! Am I catching feelings for Joshua? Am I turned on by his…?

I do the most human thing. Ignore my dilemma and hope it goes away.

After several weeks, Joshua’s healed up and back to working at the firestation. With me no longer needed to look after him, I’m scared that things will return to the way they were. I haven't seen him in a couple of days and I’m too nervous to call him.

Fate steps in when I bump into Joshua in the elevator. We’re both returning home after work. He’s looking real hot in blue jeans and a white muscle shirt.

 As we start ascending, I ask, “Would you-”

At the same time he asks, “So, I-”

We both laugh at us trying to speak. I indicate for him to go first.

“So, I was wondering, if you'd like to get a beer with me this weekend?” Joshua asks. 

I can’t keep the smile off my face. “I’d really like that.”

I’m not entirely sure this is a date, but It’s better than nothing.

As we exit the elevator, we see a figure standing in front of my door. It’s Gavin. 

If I’m being honest, I haven’t thought much of Gavin over the past month. I’ve said ‘Hi’ while passing but that is it. I still think he’s cute but my attraction has migrated to Joshua.

When we near him, Gavin smiles at Joshua, “Hi Joshua.” Joshua returns the greeting.

When Gavin looks at me, his smile grows and he looks a bit nervous. “Hi Ken, I was wondering if you’d like to go out on a date this Friday?” Gavin asks, completely catching me off guard. I’ve been fighting for this for months, but not anymore.

I’m so stunned that I don’t know what to say. I remain silent for nearly a minute.

Suddenly, Joshua gives me a pat on the back, gaining my attention. I see a sad smile on his face. Before I can say anything, he disappears into his apartment. 

The sound of his door closing knocks me out of my stupor. I look back at Gavin. “I’m sorry Gavin but no. There’s someone else.” I confess.

“Oh, I understand. I guess I’ll talk to you later.” Gavin braves a smile before fleeing into his apartment.

I pay him no mind, I have something more important to deal with. I go over and knock on Joshua’s door. When he opens the door, he has a sour expression and rolls his eyes. 

“Don’t tell me you came to gloat, Ken.” Joshua says, bitterly.

I barge past him, into his apartment. “Hey” He barks at me.

I turn to him and shake my head. “No. We’re not going back to being hostile to each other.” I state.

“Secondly, I turned Gavin down.” I tell him.

Joshua brow furrows. “What? Why? We’ve been competing for him for so long.”

I nervously lick my lips. Here I go. “Well, over the past couple of weeks, I’ve developed a huge crush on somebody else. And that person may be in this room.” I elude.

After a second or two, Joshua’s eyebrows nearly shoot up into his hairline. He points at himself. “Me? You’re into me?” He adorably squeaks out, making me chortle.

“Heh, yes you. I really enjoyed our time together. And sure, Gavin’s cute but you're fucking hot.”

And just like that, cocky Joshua returns. He arrogantly bounces his pecs. I can’t deny that his jockish act is a turn on.

With a smug grin, he swaggers up to me and wraps his big arms around me, pulling my body flush against his bigger, ripped body. With a roll of his hips, I shutter feeling his monstrous hard-on grinding against me.

Joshua presses his forehead against mine and says, “I’ve caught feelings for you too Ken. I’m sorry for being crass but I’ve wanted to plow your sexy ass for the longest. I just never thought I'd have a chance with the shit I’ve done to you.” He rumbles, his warm, minty breath, fanning over my face. 

As Joshua talks, he’s continually rolling his hips, grinding our crotches together. It's hard to take in his words “W-what do you mean? What shit are you talking about?” I ask.

Joshua pauses our impromptu frotting session. “You know, how I’ve been farting on you so much.”

In saying that, I can’t stop myself from humping my bulge into his, with a choked whimper.

Joshua pulls back his face, looking at me in surprise. After a few moments, an impish grin stretches across his face. He leans in and I feel his nose grazing up the column of my neck until his lips reach my earlobe. He gives my lobe a little nip, making me moan and giving me goosebumps.

Joshua sultrily whispers in my ear, “Are you holding out on me, Ken? Do you want me to fart on you?”

I involuntarily hump him again, answering his question.

“Oh, good to know.” Joshua turns around and backs his ample rump into my crotch. He reaches back, grabbing my hips so I can’t move away. He looks back at me, over his shoulder, and then closes one eye and grunts. 

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWPPPPPPPP

Joshua rips a 6 second fart on my hard-on. My head falls into the crook of his neck and I moan.

“Ah, haha, that felt good. Hold strong, Ken. Things are about to get real smelly.”

Joshua shoves me back. The back of my knees hit his couch, making me fall onto the seat. Joshua takes a few steps backwards, bringing his bulbous, jean-clad posterior, right up to my face. All while devilishly smirking at me, over his shoulder.

He then reaches behind, cupping the back of my head. “See you on the other side. In you go, buddy.” Joshua says before burying my face in his warm, doughy cakes. His malleable orbs of ass meat warp around my face, completely smothering me.

FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTT

“Ah fuck yeah! That’s what I’m talking about.” FART “Damn, it’s been years since I’ve been with a fart-sniffer, like you” FART “I only had one other” FART “He was my boyfriend during my freshman year of college” FART “It was awesome; he was addicted to my ass gas” FART “He couldn’t get enough” FART “And the best thing was that he’d never complain about my constant farting like all my other boyfriends” FART “And I’ll bet you’ll be the same way” FART “You’ll never want me to hold back my gas; you’ll want me to always let it fly” FART “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it… FGH” FFFFFFAAAAAARRRRRRTTTTTT

Joshua bombards my face with a barrage of eggy butt bombs. They have me coughing and my eyes watering, and I love it. 

I gasp for air when Joshua pulls me out of his pillowy bum. I look up and find him looking down at me, over his shoulder, with a raised eyebrow and trickster's grin. “I think we should make our first kiss a memorable one, don’t you?”

Joshua undoes his jeans and starts pulling them and his boxers down. I breathe a little faster as Joshua’s titanic, bare, fleshy moons, pour out into the open and wobble in front of my face. 

He uses his left hand to spread open his crack, revealing his sweaty, fur-surrounded, winking pucker.

I start as I feel his other hand cupping the back of my head and pulling my face in. Out of instinct I try to struggle, making Joshua snicker. “Nu-uh, you ain’t getting away from this. Bring it on in, lover-boy, my booty hole wants a kiss.”

Joshua plunges my face deep into his cavernous crack. His massive, fleshy boulders surround and imprison my entire head from the outside world. He flexes his glutes, trapping me, ensuring I can’t escape. 

“Word to the wise, Ken. My booty's a romantic. He loves a lot of tongue in his kisses. Best to not make him angry… GGH”

RRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFWWWWWWTTTTTTTT

Joshua vents a fart into my open mouth, inflating my cheeks with his noxious ass wind. I can taste his vile fumes on my tongue.

Taking his advice, I stick out my tongue and lick his sweaty cornhole. It flutters open and fires a poot onto my tongue. I feel Joshua’s body quiver.

“Oh fuck yeah! That’s what I’m talking about. Make out with my nasty hole… HGH”

FFFFFFFWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP

“Fuck yeah you dirty bitch! Eat my ass! Eat my rank farts… FGH”

RRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFF

“Is this what you wanted, Ken? I hope so because I’ll be feeding your face into my fat, gassy ass-”

“Every”

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLMMMMMMM

“Fucking”

MMMMMMMMMMWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOPPPPPPPP

“Day… NGH”

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFF

Joshua’s words and flatulent storm are too much and I can’t stop myself from spewing. Wanting to pleasure him as well, I continue to eat him out, using every trick I have in my playbook. Joshua’s butt cheeks clamp harder down on my face as his body starts to sporadically jerk as he shoots along with me.

Joshua spreads his globes granting my head freedom. I feel his ass sweat trickling down my face as the cool air hits me, but I don’t care. I slump down onto the couch breathing hard. Joshua plops down next to me, also exhausted.

After basking in comfortable silence, Joshua manhandles me, making it so we’re lying down on his couch with him big spooning me. This is nice.

“I hope my new kink isn’t too weird for you.” I say.

Joshua chuckles. “Haha, are you kidding? This is great! Everytime I screw up or wind up in the doghouse, all I gotta do is tackle you to the floor, sit on your face, and fart and I’ll be forgiven."

I laugh and playfully elbow him in the stomach, “You’re such a dick.”

“Oh yeah? Then take this!” I then hear PPHHOOOBBBTT.

Joshua suddenly covers my nose and mouth with his cupped hand. The stench of his raunchy fart has me boning up again.

1 Year Later

I’m sitting in a bar, waiting for my boyfriend. We’re going to have a beer here before going on our date. 

I pull out my phone, about to text him when someone sits in the stool next to me. I look up to see a decently handsome guy, giving me a flirtatious smile. 

“Hey sexy. Can I buy you a drink?” 

“Sorry, I'm with someone.” I politely decline.

I glare at him when he has the audacity to place a hand on my lower back, just above my ass. 

“Come on, baby. He doesn’t need to know. Besides, I know your ass will love me.” He says with a smarmy grin that disgusts me.

Someone steps in between us, knocking his hand off of me. It’s my boyfriend, Joshua, and he doesn’t look pleased.

“Before his, let’s see if my ass will even like you.” Joshua twists his hips and farts in the prick's face.

BBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPWWWWRRRRRR

The area around us is quickly enveloped in a cloud of Joshua’s rancid fumes.

I glance around, noticing everyone in the bar is watching. Their expressions range from humor to shock, and a few looking repulsed. 

Speaking of repulsed, the guy Joshua farted on, looks like he’s gonna be sick.

“Hmm? Sad to say but my ass is underwhelmed. Your face barely works as a decent fart-filter. Which reminds me: in you go.” Joshua grabs the guy by the back of his hair and pulls his face into his big ass, burying his nose in between his meaty cheeks.

Joshua narrows his eyes and strains out, “Remember this stink whenever you even think about touching what's mine… GGH”

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Joshua rips a thunderous, 10 second fart in the jerk's face. It’s a loud one that drowns out the going on conversations and music playing. And the smell is brutal. I can tell this is one of Joshua’s nastier butt bombs. 

After grinding his ass against the man’s face, Joshua lets him go and he falls to the floor, unconscious.

Unsurprisingly, we’re kicked out of the bar after that. 

“Well thanks for getting us kicked out and banned from another bar.” I snark, slightly annoyed.

My boyfriend unfairly knows exactly what to do to get back in my good graces.

“I’m sorry babe, well to be more precise my booty is sorry. Here, he wants to apologize to you face-to-face.” Joshua then grabs the back of my head, pulls my face down, and smothers my face into his doughy cakes.

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Joshua vents a 7 second fart, right up my nose that reeks of raw sewage.

Joshua straightens me back up, beaming at me with a cheeky, lopsided grin. I’m blushing and aroused.

“Just promise not to get us kicked out of any more places.” I mutter, slightly embarrassed.

“I promise. Your boyfriend’s booty on the other hand…”

Looking me right in the eyes, Joshua extends his fat ass out, behind us. What he unleashes can be heard throughout the entire city.

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Smell of the delinquent

All characters are 18+

I started my senior year of highschool in a new school. I was scared about not making friends but before my first class I literally ran into Scott Burns. After apologizing and confirming I was new, we started talking and hit it off. By the end of the day we became friends, and by the end of the week we became best friends.

Scott'’s tall, dark, muscular, and always sporting his signature leather jacket. He screams bad boy.

Scott also sports an insanely fat ass. Each of his butt cheeks are bigger than my head. Scott’s not ashamed of his bubble butt, in fact he proudly flaunts it. His jeans are always sagging, showing off his underwear-clad cheeks, accentuating the size of his fat bubble butt.

Speaking of his ass, Scott’s nicknamed ‘Skunk’, and I’m constantly experiencing why. Skunk’s the gassiest person I've ever met. He's always farting on me, especially when we're alone. Before he strikes he says something like “I’m about to spray ya’ or ‘get skunked’. 

Although we’ve become best friends, he doesn’t know I’m bi. It’s because of my crush on him. Not only is Skunk hot but I’ve got a farting fetish.

I don’t wanna freak Skunk out with my weird fetish so I pretend to be grossed out whenever he farts around or on me.

Since I started school here, I’ve noticed something peculiar. Even though Skunk’s been here since freshman year, he has no other friends. He’s not a loser because no one ever picks on him. In fact when I walk with him through the halls, everyone gives him a wide berth, looking scared. That includes jocks, popular students, and even some of the teachers. I find out why today.

I’m walking down the empty halls, heading to class. I’m running a little late but I have an excuse.

As I’m passing an empty classroom, with the door slightly open, I hear Skunk’s voice. “So where’s my lunch money?”

I take a peek inside. Skunk is standing in front of some dude sitting in a desk. 

“I-I left my money on my dresser, but I promise to add that to tomorrow’s lunch money, tomorrow.” the guy nervously pleads.

Skunk looks down at him with a toothy grin. I see a maliciousness in his eyes. “Hehe, that’s not how this works. You not paying me means today you don’t have Skunk repellent. Sorry bitch but I’m gonna spray ya.”

Skunk turns around, presenting his fat, bubbly rump within a foot of the guy’s face. As usual, Skunk’s jeans are sagging, revealing he's wearing neon green underwear. 

Skunk reaches back, grabs the top of the guy’s head, and pulls his face into his ass. I start to feel warm as I watch the fat of Skunk’s doughy cakes mold and warp around the guy’s face; It’s like his face is sinking in quicksand. All I can see is the back of his head, the rest is buried in Skunk’s ass meat.

Skunk takes a deep breath and then…

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He rips a 5 second fart right in his victim’s face. I hear muffled coughing coming from Skunk’s huge butt.

“Ah, yeah choke on that. This is what happens when you don’t pay up. You deal with my booty… HGH”

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Skunks rips another fart in his face. The guy’s thrashing around, behind Skunk, making Skunk laugh.

“Haha, struggle all you like, you’re not going anywhere. In fact you should get comfortable because your skunking is just getting started… NGH”

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Skunk rips a barrage of lengthy, trumpeting farts pointblank in the guy’s face for several minutes straight. Once Skunk finally releases the back of the guy’s head, he slumps in his chair, unconscious.

Skunk peers down at him, over his shoulder, and scoffs. “Tch, better have my money tomorrow or I’ll be spraying ya, bare-ass.” Skunk threatens him, even though he’s unconscious.

I quickly and quietly slips away, before Skunk notices me. I don’t want him to catch me spying on him while I’m hard. Speaking of which, I need to deal with this. I head to the bathroom and calm it down before getting to class.

I meet up with Skunk at lunch. We both usually sit by ourselves at a table outside.

We head to our table at the far end and see that it is occupied by Damien Fresh and his friends. Like me, Damien is new and a senior, but he’s rich. He’s basically paid for his popularity and the friends who sit with him. 

“This is our spot. Move.” Skunk orders. 

Damien glares at Skunk and says, “Beat it, asshole.”

Skunk sneers before turning around. He leans forward, extending his ass out towards the group at our table. He scrunches up his face and strains out. “GGH… You can thank him for why I’m about to skunk ya all… NGH”

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20 seconds of loud and noxious ass wind vents out of Skunk’s bum. As he farts, he sways his ass from left to right, spraying them all down with his skunk fumes.

Nearby students find some place else to eat. 

Skunk’s victims are coughing and gagging, and their eyes are watering. I get a whiff of Skunk’s eggy emission and sympathize with them. Skunk’s farted on me so much that I’ve built up a tolerance; it doesn’t wreck me as badly.

All sitting at the table quickly clear out. Just before Damien can escape, Skunk clutches him by the shoulder. “Oh don’t think this is over, rich boy. From now on, whenever I see you walking down the hall, or sitting in class, or eating lunch, or even getting in and out of your parents’ car, I’m gonna walk over and skunk ya in front of everyone. Welcome to West Lincoln High.” Skunk promises before swiveling his hips and farting on Damien’s thigh. He then shoves him away, letting him escape with his friends.

“You really aren't gonna do that, right?” I ask. Skunk shoots me an impish smirk before farting on my side.

 “Right?” I badger as I sit right next to Skunk at our now free table. This is the first time he's done something like this in front of me.

Skunk snickers, “Hehe, that’s what I love about you Izzy, you’re so nice. Thankfully my butt doesn’t suffer from the same problem.” Skunk teases before farting, making the bench beneath us vibrate. Another blast of his butt stink joins the rest surrounding our table.

“Ugh, did you have to skunk our table so badly?’ I gripe.

"You shouldn't be complaining when you choose to sit right next to me, like you always do. You know I always spray anyone who gets too close.” Skunk leans away, aims his ass at me, and blasts me with a few poots. PPFFBB, RRHHTT, MMBBPP.

Lunch consists of us talking and eating while Skunk farts on me and I conceal my hard-on. 

Our lunch period is almost over, so I’m gathering my things. Skunk stands up. I come to a complete stop as I feel something big, fleshy, and rotund pressing against the back of my head. I already know it’s Skunk’s bubbly butt; I can smell his signature ass musk seeping from it. 

“You know Izzy, I always wondered what’s louder? The school bell or my skunky ass? Let’s find out.” As soon as he finishes that-

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Skunk rips a monster-of-a-fart on the back of my head that completely mutes the school bell, at least for me.

The stench of digested meat and cabbage clouds the air around me. I’m sure it will follow me for sometime. 

Skunk sighs in relief as he rubs his ass against the back of my head. “Ah, as expected, my butt won. Thanks for the help, my farted-on assistant, hehe.” Skunk teases.

I push Skunk away, making him laugh even more. I get up and stuff my hands into my pockets, making my predicament less noticeable.

When we head back into school I run into someone I share a class with. Earlier we had a pop quiz in said class; we share our scores. Although we have the same answers, he got a 90 while I failed. 

I shake my head, “Mr. Denver has had it out for me for the last 2 weeks.” I complain. 

My classmate gives me a sympathetic smile before walking away. A sour expression pops on Skunk’s face after hearing this.

“Don’t worry I’m sure things will change for the better by tomorrow.” Skunk promises. I can hear a dark undertone hidden beneath Skunk’s hopeful words.

Skunk turns to leave but I know his next class is in the other direction. “Uh Skunk, you're going the wrong way.”

Skunk grins devilishly back at me, “I know. I’m skipping.”

“Skunk!” I start to admonish but he cuts me off.

“Izzy, you got more important things to worry about, like running away from this along with everyone else around us.” Skunk unashamedly hikes his leg up high, leans slightly to the side, and grunts.

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Skunk rips a loud, chainsaw-sounding fart that can be heard over all the students in the hall. Most of them groan and cover their noses as they flee in different directions, making Skunk laugh. The smell of rotten eggs and spices quickly sweeps through the area.

Skunk continues to laugh as he fans behind his ass. “Haha, that’s it people, run for your noses. I just skunk bombed this hall real good.” 

Skunk shoots me a cocky half-grin before leaving.

As he walks off, I leer at his infamously big ass. The sight of his basketball-sized cheeks bouncing against each other as he walks away is hot as hell.

Once Skunk disappears around the corner I decide to follow him. Since I have a study-hall next period it’s no big deal.

I follow Skunk from a distance, not wanting him to notice me. As the bell rings again, the halls empty out and I spot Skunk slipping into a familiar classroom. It’s Mr. Denver’s classroom but he doesn’t have a class this hour. Skunk closes the door behind him.

I sneak over and peek inside through the door-window.

I have to stop myself from audibly gasping. Skunk has Mr. Denver on his knees and thanks to his grip on the back of the teacher’s neck, he’s smothering Mr. Denver’s face in his doughy cakes. Not only that, he’s ripping fart after fart in the man’s face.

The sight of a student bullying an authority figure with just his farts is such a turn-on. 

“You must think you're clever, huh?... HGH” 

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“Going after him because you can’t handle the Skunk… FGH”

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“Because you know I’ll skunk you as bad as the last time you tried to discipline me… GGH”

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“Well how is your little plan going for you now?... RGH”

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“I bet it’s really starting to stink… GHH”

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Skunk rips a series of trumpeting farts pointblank in Mr. Denver’s face. Mr. Denver’s been struggling the entire time but his movement is getting more sluggish and weaker after every fart he’s forced to inhale.

Skunk pulls Mr. Denver’s face out of his bubbly ass and glares down at him, over his shoulder. Tears are streaming down Mr. Denver’s face and he’s a coughing mess.

“Issac Jones is under the Skunk’s protection. Fuck with him again and be prepared to get sprayed even worse. This is your one and only warning.” 

Skunk leans forward and arches his back, smothering Mr. Denver’s face again with his underwear-covered, fleshy mounds. He then grabs both of Mr. Denver’s wrist in his hands and pulls forward, making the teacher’s face sink deeper into his ass fat and ensuring he can’t escape. I watch as Skunk narrows his eyes as he grits his teeth. I can hear him grunting and straining, “NGH… Get skunked… UGH”

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A minute and a half of noxious wind explodes out of Skunk’s ass and directly into Mr. Denver’s face. Although I'm witnessing Mr. Denver’s body twitching sporadically, I am completely jealous.

After wiping his ass with his victim’s face for a few moments, Skunk lets go of Mr. Denver’s neck and the man falls to the floor, unconscious. Smirking down at him, Skunk says, “Enjoy teaching your next class in this noxious hellscape.” Skunk taunts the unconscious man.

In a power move, Skunk squats down and farts on the teacher's face.

I duck away when Skunk turns to the door to leave. I’m not sure if he saw me or not. I quickly and quietly make my escape to the school library. 

When I’m in the library, I hold up in a hidden corner area, in the back. It has a long desk, wooden chairs, and a few bean-bag chairs scattered around. 

I take a seat at the desk and start on my homework. It’s a bit of a struggle to focus when my mind keeps wandering to the fart torture Skunk’s been dishing out today. I’m gonna pop like a champagne bottle when I get home and into my room.

While trying to work, I’m hit by the sudden stench of rancid meat mixed with sulfur. It’s both a nauseating and familiar stink. I turn my head and see Skunk standing in the entrance of my small little area. However, his back is to me and he has his boxers pulled down, mooning me. His meaty orbs are spread with one hand and he wafts his silent butt bombs my way with the other.

Holy shit, this is the first time I’ve ever seen his bare ass. I’m hard as steel.

“Really Skunk? I’m trying to do my homework here.” I pretend to be annoyed.

Skunk looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a cocky grin. He then starts backing up, bringing his spread crack up close and personal. I can now see his asshole surrounded by a forest of black, curly hair. 

Skunk stops when his ass is within a foot of my face. I can smell his lingering farts and manly musk oozing from his crack. I feel like I’m paralyzed; I can’t move. 

“Hehe, actually this is the perfect time with us being in school. I’m about to teach you how bad my sbds can get when there’s no fabric filtering them.” Skunk whispers.

I watch as his pucker opens and presses outward, over and over again. Pushing one silent puff of gas out after another, point-blank in my face. 

“Oh” “Ah” “Have some of that” “Smell that one too” Haha, damn I’m gassy today” “I ain’t called Skunk for nothing” “Hope you’re not dead yet because I’m just getting started” I still have so much gas that it’s not even funny”

Skunk accompanies every silent blast with taunting words. The stink makes me want to retch but we have to remain quiet in the library. This is torture in multiple ways. It feels like he’s gonna burn off my nose and if he doesn’t stop soon I feel like I’m gonna shoot a load in my boxers. 

Skunk quickly pulls up the back of his boxers and sits in the chair next to me. That’s when I hear footsteps approaching. 

A few seconds later, Damien Fresh walks into our secluded area. He nearly stumbles from the smell as he comes into view. Skunk’s already up and walking towards him.

“Ugh, it smells like-” Damien pauses when he realizes who he's with. Before he can escape, Skunk’s already on him.

“Just in time, Fresh-meat, these chairs are so uncomfortable, I need to use your face.

I hope you haven’t forgotten the promise I made. About what I’d do to you whenever I see you.”

Skunk grabs Damien by the shoulders and shoves him to the ground. Damien falls onto his back with his upper half landing on a bean-bag chair. 

Before Damien can react, Skunk stands above him and wheels around, eclipsing Damien’s horrified face in the shadow of his protruding backside. Not giving him a chance to scream for help, Skunk sits firmly down, planting his underwear-covered, bulbous cakes right on Damien’s face. 

I watch in awe as Skunk’s immense amount of ass meat envelopes Damien’s entire head like a gelatinous blob. All I can see above Damien’s chest is bean-bag chair meeting Skunk’s bubble butt.

Skunk chuckles quietly to himself, “Heh, that’s it Fresh-meat, scream for me. Open your mouth so you can both taste and smell what the Skunk’s about to spray… FGH”

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Skunk rips two rumbly farts in Damien's face. Thankfully Damien's face is muffling them, otherwise Skunk's farts would be heard around the entire floor.

I can barely hear Fresh pleading, and watch as his limbs flail uselessly. 

Skunks wiggles his ass around on Damien's face, getting comfortable. He then shoots me a lopsided grin, “You’re safe for now Izzy. I’ve got someone else to school in my skunky ways… GHH”

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Skunk proceeds to relentlessly fart on Damien’s face, non-stop. After two minutes, Damien’s body stops moving, but Skunk doesn’t relent. No, he remains seated on his face and keeps ripping silent or muffled farts like a machine.

It’s difficult to focus on my work when this is happening only a few feet away.

Sadly the bell rings, ending this. Skunk finally gets up, confirming that Damien is knocked out.

“Rise and shine, Fresh-meat.” Skunk says as he squats his ass over Damien’s face and spreads his cheeks through his underwear.

It might have been silent but I can tell Skunk pushed out a doozy. His face is red from exertion and he sighs in relief.

Although I'm a few feet away, it only takes a second for the stench to hit me like a freight-train. His sulfuric ass gas has my eyes and lungs burning.

Damien groans as he rolls off the bean-bag chair, trying to get up. When he’s on his knees he looks up imploringly at Skunk. “Please, I’m sorry. Please just stop farting on me.” He begs.

Unmoved, Skunks spins around, grabs the back of Fresh’s head, and pulls him in, smothering his face again with his fleshy orbs.

“Fuck your apology. The only one who’s gonna be sorry is your nose, everytime I see you.” Skunk promises before hiking up his right leg and grunting.

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Skunk pumps out a string of farts in Damien’s face. Once Skunk lets him go, Fresh falls to his hands and knees, dry-heaving. 

“Let's go Izzy, this loser is done with Skunking 101, for now." Skunk orders and I obediently follow him out. 

We walk down an empty hall together, heading to our final classes of the day. 

“You still coming over after school?” I ask. Skunk usually hangs out at my place, after school. My mom likes him so she's fine with it.  Skunk nods, “Good, I’ll wait for you by my car.”

Skunk looks a tad uncomfortable. “Um, can you wait for me for like 30 minutes? I gotta do something.” He tells me, being vague.

“Don’t tell me you've got detention.”

“Ha, no. Let’s just say I’m doing extra-credit for Coach Stevenson.”

“Extra-credit? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” I joke.

Skunk smirks, impishly. “Oh it’s me and I can prove it.”

Skunk wraps an arm around my shoulders, and brings us to a halt in the middle of a deserted hallway. He swivels his hips, pressing his bubbly bum against my hip, and lifts his leg slightly. “Here’s your proof. I’m gonna skunk ya real good… UGH”

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Skunk vents a beefy, 8 second fart on me. The stench of rancid fish and spoiled milk makes me gag. 

Skunk sighs in relief and then laughs as he rubs his ass against me. “Haha, get sprayed.” Skunk teases before taking off in a direction. I head the other way, trying to conceal my semi.

Once the final bell rings I don’t wait for Skunk in my car. As the school empties out, I go looking for him. I don’t know what he’s up to, but I know it will involve his farts. 

Shockingly, I actually spy Skunk talking with Coach Stevenson in front of his office. I frown as the coach gives him a wad of cash and a key., “They’re all in the locker-room. Handle it.” Stevenson tells him. Skunk nods before walking off. 

I race outside and find the row of windows that look into the boys locker-room. Thankfully there are a few stacked crates I can stand on to peer inside. 

I see around thirty football players joking and horsing around as they change into their gear. 

Skunk walks into the room and locks the doors behind him. Standing in front of the exit, Skunk puts two fingers in his mouth and whistle loudly, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Alright fellas, I’m Skunk and I’m sure I’ve skunked each of you in the face at least once. Well, unfortunately for you, I’m here to skunk out the entire team. The coach isn’t too thrilled about you guys getting blown out in your first game of the season, so he wants me to teach you a lesson. And you should know that the coach will be siccing me on you guys whenever you lose. And with that out of the way, let’s begin.”

The players are mumbling to each other, looking scared. 

Skunk wheels around. Usually, only Skunk's jeans are hanging below his ass, but at the moment so are his boxers. Skunk has his bulbous cheeks on full display, mooning the entire locker-room.

Skunk hikes up his leg and strains out, “GHH… Deep breathes gentlemen, I’m about to spray… NGH”

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A long, greasy-sounding fart echoes throughout the locker-room. Skunk sighs in relief as he wafts his fart towards the football team. The players start groaning and covering their noses.

Skunk looks at them, over his shoulder, laughing. “Haha, complaining already? Guys, that was just the warm up. Now I'm about to really cut loose… HGH”

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Skunk pushes out a series of farts, poisoning the locker-room. All of the jocks are coughing and gagging on his gas.

A huge guy is being herded towards Skunk. Teammates are slapping him on the back and telling him that he can handle the Skunk.

The guy’s 6 foot 5, 225 pounds of muscle and fat, and a lineman. He’s called the Oak.

The Oak’s retching and stumbling as he nears Skunk. Once he’s right behind Skunk, Skunk rewards him with a nasty little grin. “Bad move stepping into my danger zone, buddy.”

Skunk bends over at the waist and arches his back, tilting his ass so it’s aimed upwards at the Oak’s face.

“Timber!... FGH”

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A 15 second hurricane of butt funk explodes out of Skunk’s ass. It’s so powerful that it has the Oak’s hair flapping. The Oak falls to the ground, unconscious, freaking the rest of the team out. He's their biggest and toughest guy. 

Skunks braces his hands on the doors and extends out his bare, fat booty.

“One down, the rest of you to go… HGGH”

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“Phew, I still have so much gas left. Damn, I’m one nasty, gassy bastard… RGH”

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“That’s it bitches, choke on my butt stink. It’s like you're the bugs and I’m the big, bad exterminator, haha… GHH”

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“Alright boys, new fart position, new fart position.” Skunk calls out as he lays on the floor, on his back, and pulls his knees up to his chest.

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“Oh yeah, my skunky fumes are practically pouring out of my booty hole now… HGH”

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“Damn I’m starting to scare myself. It’s like my asshole is the gates to hell. Smell the brimstone, fellas?... NGH”

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“Oh, how cute. Some of you dumb fucks are hiding in the showers. Sorry to break it to you but nowhere in this locker-room is safe. FGH… Now suffer losers… UGH”

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I’m both horny and frightened as Skunk farts for 15 minutes straight. And these aren’t little farts, oh no, each of his powerful butt bombs have the lockers and window panes shaking.

The jocks quickly start dropping like flies, passing out one by one, during Skunk's performance . Eventually Skunk is the only conscious person in the locker-room.

Skunk stands back up, leaving his bare ass hanging out. It seems he isn’t done because he’s walking around the locker-room, looking at the unconscious players.

Skunk finally stops over one of his many victims. It’s Zack Tyler, the quarterback and leader of the team.

Skunk sits him up on the floor with his back against the lockers, keeping him propped up.

Skunk squats down in front of him. “Hey, sleeping beauty, wake up.” Skunk says as he gives him a few slaps to the face.

Tyler groans as he regains consciousness. 

Skunk shoots him a devilish grin. “Sorry bud, you’re not finished yet. Coach wants me to rip a real brutal one on you and remind you that this will happen every time your team loses. Sorry man, you gotta take one for the team. In you go.”

Still squatting in front of Tyler, Skunk spins around, presenting his bare, fat bum right in his face. Without wasting a beat, Skunk thrusts his hips back, instantly swallowing Tyler’s face in between his titanic cakes. Not a trace of Tyler’s head is visible anymore. It's just Skunk's butt fat and metal locker.

“I feel sorry for you man, this bomb’s gonna be a doozy. Even if you win the rest of your games this season, your face is gonna reek of my skunk spray for the rest of the year.” Skunk narrows his eyes, and curls his hands into fists as he starts grunting and straining. “HGH… Get skunked… NGH”

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2 minutes of noxious fumes erupts out of Skunk’s ass and pointblank into Tyler’s trapped face. It’s so violent that it has the entire row of lockers rattling. Tyler's body weakly twitches every couple of seconds. Throughout this monster, Skunk smiles in content, pleased with relieving all this gas.

This is too much and too hot for me; I embarrassingly shoot my load in my boxers. I have to bite my lip to stop myself from making a sound.

Once his fart comes to an end, Skunk starts swaying his fat ass from side-to-side, taking Tyler’s unconscious face along for the ride. After a few more moments of working his butt stink into Tyler’s pores, Skunk finally pulls his face out of his ass. Tyler's face is drenched with Skunk’s butt sweat.

Skunk stands back up and pulls up his boxers and jeans, proving he’s done. Catching me completely off guard, Skunk quickly spins his head around and looks me dead in the eyes, through the window, with a huge grin that screams ‘victory’.

“Hey Izzy, you might wanna get to your car and ditch those soiled boxers. I’m pretty sure you enjoyed watching me work a little too much. I’ll meet you at your car.” He dismisses me. 

I go pale. Crap, he knows my nasty secret. But why is he still coming with me? Are we still friends? Is he gonna kick my ass?

I jump off the crates and run to my car. I climb inside and slip off my boxers before getting back out and stuffing them into my trunk. I wait in the driver's seat, not knowing what’s about to go down.

A few minutes later, Skunk opens the passenger-side door. He swivels his hips, aiming his bubbly behind into the interior of my car.

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Skunk rips two airy poots into my car before hopping inside and closing the door. He instantly fart-boxes my car, poisoning all of the interior with his eggy vapors.

“Ah, that one’s just for you, bro. Come on, let's chill at your place.” He orders.

Completely flummoxed, I do as he says, driving us silently to my house. I’m unsure of what’s gonna happen. 

The fact that the 15 minute drive to my house is fart-free is odd. Skunk never wastes the chance to fart-box me in my car. 

We park in front of my house. Although the place is huge, it’s just me and my mom. The reason we moved and I changed schools is because she was offered the position of head surgeon at a huge, nearby hospital. She works a lot so it’s usually just me.

We go inside and head upstairs to my room. Once I shut my door things go from 0 to 100. Skunk grabs me by the elbow and pulls me towards my desk in the corner. He then tosses me into my desk chair before leaning down, bringing his face straight into mine.

“So, did you like all the skunky shows I put on for you today?” He asks with a shit-eating grin.

“You knew I was watching, everytime?” I ask in shock

“Haha, of course, though you need to be punished for spying into my private matters." Skunk teases.

"P-punished how?" I play along.

"I think me singeing out your nose hairs is punishment enough." With that, Skunk spins around. He then pulls down the back of his jeans and boxers, revealing his dual, jiggling mountains of ass meat.  

Skunk tosses a foot onto the top of my desk, causing his fat cakes to part, revealing his pucker surrounded by a thatch of black hair.

My gawking is interrupted when Skunk reaches back and grabs the back of my neck. "In you go, bud. It’s finally time for the Skunk to truly bully your nose.”

Skunk says before shoving my face deep in between his sweaty, doughy mounds. I feel his dense globes clamp around my face, and the tip of my nose kissing Skunk’s fluttering hole. Skunk rips a series of farts right up my nose.

“At last, you know” FART “You know that your buddy, Skunk, is the biggest bully on campus” FART “That me and my booty-hole are feared by everyone” FART “What skunking did you like the best?” FART “When I took that guy’s lunch money with my fat-ass?” FART “When I sprayed Mr. Denver’s face, something nasty for targeting you?” FART “Or when I took down an entire locker-room of athletes with my skunky skills?” FART “Come on, tell me, tell me. Well more importantly, tell my ass… FGH” FFFFAAAARRRRTTTT

Skunk pulls my face out of his huge butt. I’m coughing, retching, and desperately gasping for fresh air. 

“Heh, so which one of my skunkings was your favorite?” Skunk asks again with a laugh.

“You - cough - skunking out the entire football team.” I answer through my coughing.

“Hehe, well good news. Coach also paid me to sneak into the opposing team's locker-room next week, and Skunk ‘em out before the game. You’ll come along and watch.” 

I make a pathetic whine.

Skunk chuckles before picking me up and tossing me onto my bed, on my back. Before I can gain my bearings, Skunk’s already straddling my chest, and he’s recently lost his jeans and boxers.

He’s facing my feet, with his protruding, fat orbs hovering just above my face.

Using both hands, Skunk reaches back and spreads his cheeks, revealing the inside of his sweaty, hairy, musky trench. I forget how to breathe. 

Skunk lowers himself so that his weaponized pucker his hover right above my lips.

“Izzy, remember how we first met? How you bumped into me. Because of that and you being the new kid, I was gonna do this to you… FGH”

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“You being funny and easy to talk to is what saved you. But a few days later, I came to understand that you love my skunk fumes... RGH"

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“There was never a need to hide this, bro. Skunk's got you covered, literally... GGH"

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With that, Skunk sits, burying my head in between his doughy cakes and pressing his sweaty hole against my lips.

“Damn Izzy, I'm really enjoying this. Your face is gonna be up my ass, quite often. Lucky you."

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“By the way, you should consider yourself off the market, you belong to the Skunk now. The Skunk's very possessive and doesn't like to share.”

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“You don’t mind that do you? I didn’t think so.”

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“Pucker up Casanova, it’s time to give my skunky hole some love. I feel a big one coming.”

Skunk presses himself down harder on my face.

“NGH… Sorry if this kills you Izzy. But hey, what a way to go… UGH”

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A 2 minute storm of Skunk’s raunchy ass wind thunders into my open mouth. It expands my cheeks like balloons and floods down my throat. 

I can both taste and smell his sulfuric fumes. The acrid taste has me retching and gagging.

My body convulses, Skunk's monstrous gas has me soiling myself again.

Skunk rises up and peers down at me with a crooked grin, from in between his legs.

“So how was that?” He asks.

“Awesome.” I answer with a tired grin.

“Shit, you’ve seen nothing yet. Don’t forget, I’m skunking the opposing football team next week.”

Skunk slowly starts to lower his ass back down as he speaks. “Just think Izzy, another locker-room full of strong jocks is gonna be decimated by my big, toxic booty.”

Skunk’s just about to sit back down when he suddenly stops. To my disappointment, he hops off my bed and goes to my window. I’m obviously annoyed.

Skunk is staring at something with a confused frown. It soon morphs into a malicious grin. Next thing I know, Skunk throws on his pants and shoes, and bolts out of my room. 

I jump up and race to the window. 

Oh shit, I forgot! Damien Fresh is our next door neighbor. He’s outside, standing in front of a nice car, alongside an older, well-dressed man, who must be his father. 

A few seconds later, I see Skunk walking up to the two. They haven’t noticed Skunk yet.

I’m filled with nervous anticipation as I open up the window.

Skunk pulls down the back off his jeans, freeing his meaty moons, then turns around and backs them into Damien’s side.

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Skunk rips a trumpeting fart on him. I can hear it echoing down the block.

Damien looks horrified and defeated by Skunk’s sudden appearance. 

Damien’s father is shocked at first, but then he becomes enraged.

“Who the hell-” 

Skunk interrupts the older man by forcing him to his knees and shoving his face in between his bare, swampy cakes.

Damien watches helplessly at his father’s current predicament, knowing he can’t stop Skunk.

Skunk shoots Damien a cruel smirk. “Guess it’s daddy’s turn to choke on my farts. NGH... Like father, like son, am I right?... UGH"

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Smell of brotherly love: part 2

It’s been ten years since I've talked to, let alone seen, my step-brother. 

Unlike my mom, who forgave Dean after a few years, I’m happy keeping that monster completely cut out of my life. My only regret is how it pains our parents, and how they have to celebrate the big holidays twice, with both of us, separately.

It took years to heal from the trauma he put me through. I’d like to say that I’m past what he did to me, but that’d be a lie because of one thing. During the last few months, before the truth was revealed, I developed a farting kink, and it still remains today. However, I never got any pleasure from the torture my evil step-brother put me through. All that was still a horrible nightmare.

I don’t know why but for the past month my mom’s been wanting me to mend my relationship with Dean. Saying things like, ‘Oh sweetie, Dean really wants to meet up with you and apologize’ or ‘He was so happy to hear about your promotion. He desperately wants to celebrate it with you’ or what she told me last, ‘Dean was so angry when he heard that you found your boyfriend cheating on you. He looked like he wanted to punch somebody.’ 

Mom’s relentlessness finally pays off and that’s how I find myself sitting with Dean in his living-room.

He’s taller and more muscular than he was ten years ago, but what’s making me feel uncomfortable is his expression. He’s looking at me with unmasked wonder and joy, like I'm some sort of religious figure.

We’ve been sitting here, in awkward silence, for several minutes. Finally, he says, “It’s good to see you Ian. I missed you.”

I don't believe a word of it. “What do you want, Dean? Why’d you beg my mom for me to come see you?” I ask bluntly.

Dean's face falls. “I wanted to see you. I wanted to apologize to you in person for all the terrible shit I did to you. Fuck Ian, I’m so fucking sorry.” Dean’s eyes start to become watery.

Still not buying it, I take a calming breath and ask a question I’ve wanted to know the answer to for years. “Why? Why did you put me through all of that?”

My question pains him. “I-I have no real answer. I was a piece of shit who thought you deserved it and was beneath me. I-I didn’t see you as a real person. But during wrestling practice, when we all heard a commotion outside the gym and went to check, I saw you lying there in a pool of your own blood. At that second I realized how awful and terrible I’ve been to you.” After saying this, he puts his face in his hands and his body starts shaking. He’s crying. 

I can't tell if this is a trick. When he looks up at me again, tears are streaming down his face. “Ian, I’m so sorry. I know you probably don't believe me and think I’m evil, but I'm truly sorry. I know I don’t deserve it, but maybe one day you can forgive me. I'd love to have a true brotherly bond with you one day.”

Fuck, he's being honest. Maybe it’s time. Time I start working through all the hate I harbor towards him.

“Thank you for that apology, Dean. That means more to me than you’ll ever know. I'm not ready now, but maybe sometime in the future, I'll be able to forgive you.” I tell him, being honest.

My words hurt him, but give him hope. “This was a good start but I think we’re done for today.” I say, ending this.

I’m about to stand when Dean stops me. “No, wait please. I-I know it’ll take a long time before you forgive me, but I wanna start making it up to you, today.”

I frown at that, “What do you mean?”

Dean looks unbelievably nervous, “Do you remember when our parents bought you a new laptop and gave me your old one? Well you forgot to wipe your internet history. I saw some of the gay fart porn you watched.”

I go pale at this revelation.

Dean stands, walks up, and towers over me. He’s in gray sweats and a white wife-beater. 

“If you want, Ian, I can fart on you now. Stay for the day and I'll rip some major ass on you. My farts are bigger and smellier than when I was a teen. But this time, it's because you want it. Whenever you want me to stop just tell me and I will. And this is just between you and me.”

His offer is both humiliating and tempting. I haven't been farted on, since him.

“So, you’d be fine doing this?” I ask him. He gives me a confident nod.

I go with it, "Then yes."

Dean smiles before turning around. His basketball-sized cakes, that are stretching his joggers to their limit, are a foot from my face.

“Big sniffs, Ian, here comes a sincere apology from the depths of your brother's booty… NGH”

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Dean blasts me in the face with a trumpeting, 8 second fart that is powerful enough to blow my hair back. It stinks of rotten eggs and cabbage.

“Ah, I hope you liked that because he brought a friend… HGH”

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He vents a bubbly fart in my face that has me coughing. Dean pauses to peer at me, over his shoulder. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” he asks, alarmed

Before I can answer, “Maybe this was a mistake. I’m worried that I’m bullying you like I did when we were younger.” He declares, working himself up.

"Well don't. Back then you had a malicious intent, but not this time. If you were like this when we were younger, this would've been considered brotherly bonding. And we would have been closer."

“Well you shouldn’t because you’re not. Honestly, back then if you only just farted on me and teased me in a brotherly way, I know we would’ve been close.”

“Really?” he asks. I give him an affirmative nod and he lights up.

“Then it's decided. I'm gonna replace all our horrible, old memories with new ones. Happier ones where your gassy little brother uses his farts to play with you.” 

"I better stop holding back.” Dean looks forward again, hiding his face. He tosses a leg onto the arm of the chair I’m sitting on. This causes his cheeks to spread in his joggers. He nears his crack inches away from my face.

“Incoming Ian, get a taste of my true brotherly love.”

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Dean rips a hair-blowing, 5 second butt bomb, point-blank in my face. The eggy stench has me gagging. Dean reaches back, grabbing the back of my head, and pulls my face into his ass. My face is easily swallowed up in between his blubbery globes.

“Bring it in big bro, your lil bro has plenty more apologetic butt rockets to launch at ya” 

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“If your lil bro’s nasty farts are what you want then I’ll give ‘em to ya” FART “You know I’m the man for the job, Ian. Your lil bro’s basically a walking butt bomb factory” FART “Yeah, gonna drown you in a sea of my skunky butt fumes” FART “I’m gonna use my big butt and fart my redemption out of ya… GGH” FFFAAARRRTTT

Dean rips a barrage of nasty farts right up my nose, warming my face with every blast. His farts have my eyes watering.

Dean pulls my face out of his big ass and looks back at me, over his shoulder. He flashes me a lopsided, shit-eating grin. “How was that?” he asks. 

“A-Awesome.” I get out while trying to catch my breath.

His grin grows. “Shit, it's been ten years since I last farted on ya. You ain’t smelled nothing yet.” He hikes up his right leg slightly and…

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“Ah, you're the best bro. You make a perfect fart sponge, haha.” Dean jokes.

Right now I’m swirling in a mixture of emotions. I’m happy to be finally getting along with my step-brother, but he’s also turning me on, and that’s weirding me out. And lastly, my anger from our past is still there.

“Why don’t you join me in the kitchen, Ian. Because I was nervous about seeing you, I haven't eaten all day.” I shrug and follow him to the kitchen.

Dean abruptly stops in the doorway of the kitchen, causing my lower stomach to bump into his ample bum. Dean reaches back, grabbing me by the waist, keeping me against his ass. 

“Sorry Ian, gotta lay some more brotherly love on ya”

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Dean rips a short, rumbling fart on me that shakes me to my core. After doing that, he sighs in relief and starts rubbing his booty on me. 

He looks back at me with a sly grin. “Gotta rub my stink in bro, so everyone can smell that you’re under your gassy lil’ bro’s, skunky protection.” He teases, making me shudder. If only he was always like this and we weren't step-brothers. 

He asks me to take a seat at the table.

“I’m making myself a grilled cheese sandwich. Want one?”

“Sure.”

As he cooks we talk, getting to know each other. Well, I get to know him; he knows a lot about me thanks to hounding our parents.

Once he’s finished cooking, he plates the two sandwiches and brings them over. He sits one where he’s gonna sit and the other near me, on the edge of the table.

After a second of hesitation, he spins around and back up until the back of his thighs hit the table, and his protruding cakes lord inches above my sandwich, covering it in their shadow. 

He looks at me questioningly, “Is this okay?”

I smile and tell him, “Do it.”

Dean’s cocky smirk returns. “Hey big bro, take a listen to this secret ingredient.” He closes one eye and grunts. 

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Dean drops two consecutive, greasy-sounding butt bombs, saturating my sandwich with his noxious vapors. The eggy stink reaches my nose and I can’t suppress my coughing. Dean shoots me another cocky smirk, knowing he’s responsible.

“Take your time and savor every bite, bro. And don’t worry, if it gets cold your little brother will nuke it back to its toasty goodness with this big fella.” Dean gives his bubbly backside a smack, making his melon-sized slabs wobble and bounce against each other.

He takes his seat and we eat and talk. I don't know why but this is far better than when he used to fart on my food.

Once we’re both done, Dean stands up and rounds the table. Next thing I know, he’s picking me up and tossing me onto his shoulder, fireman-carrying me out of the room. I’m now watching his upside-down,  flexing glutes in motion as he takes us out of the room. 

“What the hell, Dean?” I cry.

“We’re gonna burn off these extra calories with some good, ole fashion, brotherly wrestling. And speaking of burning let me take care of any lingering nose hairs.” Dean pauses, mid-stride, and juts his ass out, smothering my face with his pillowy cheeks.

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He rips an airy fart, right in my upside-down face.

“Ah, you got a problem with that?”

“N-no” My answer’s muffled by his ass fat.

With my face still covered by his cakes, he says, “Now there’s a smart big bro. Never anger your lil bro when his gassy butt's right in your face. Although that still won't help you.”

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Dean vents another fart into my face, causing me to gag on the stench of rotten eggs and onions.

He returns us to the living-room. With his foot, Dean pushes the chair, couch, and cocktail table to the side, so the middle of the room is empty. Finally he lets me down, standing me in front of him.

Wearing a wolfish grin, Dean holds out his hands and bends at the knees, “Come on big bro, let's wrestle.”

Dean has over 75 pounds of muscle on me and years of wrestling experience.

“Oh come on Dean, I stand no chance against you.” I halfheartedly whine.

His grin becomes more ominous. “That's funny, big bro. You thinking I'm giving you a choice.”

With no other option, I mirror Dean’s stance. Dean calls it, “Ready. Set. Go!” 

Not even close. In less than 5 seconds, I’m trapped in Dean’s reverse head-scissor. His muscular thighs are wrapped around my head, keeping my face right in front of his toxic-spewing ass crack.

Over Dean’s hillside ass-mounds, I see him peering back at me with a sharp smirk.

Dean shakes his hips, making his doughy orbs jiggle and clap in my face.

“Now tell me, big bro, who’s the gassiest and best wrestler you know?” Dean asks before flexing his quads, causing me to groan.

“You are!” I force out.

“Damn right. Me and my dump truck love pinning you beneath us for a smelly time… FGH”

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“Ah, and who do you come to if someone’s giving you trouble or stressing you out?”

He flexes his thighs again. “You!” I grunt out.

“Exactly, if someone’s bothering you, you come get your lil bro. They'll quickly find themselves on the receiving end of this… RGH”

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“Ah, and whose only purpose in life is to make you happy from now on with their big, stanky booty?”

He squeezes me again, “You” I barely get out.

“Nothing’s off limits, Ian. You want it then it’s done. You want me to fart in the face of someone walking down the street, just point them out and my butt will handle the rest.” PPPHHHHOOOTTT “You want me to shut down an establishment? I’ll have the place condemned and marked as uninhabitable so fast, your head will spin.” BBBRRRAAAPPP “Hell, if you want me to cover the entire planet in a cloud of my ass funk, give me 24 hours and your decision will cause the extinction of fresh air… NGH”

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My face is bombarded with a barrage of Dean’s butt rockets. All I can breathe in is the stink of rotten eggs and spices.

Finally, Dean relaxes his thighs, setting me free. I roll onto my back, breathing heavily and completely hard.

I thought it was over but Dean isn’t done yet. Dean’s suddenly standing above me with his feet planted on either side of my head, facing my feet. He squats down, lowering his huge ass until it’s only a few inches above my face. Dean then pulls down the back of his sweats, just beneath his ass. His blubbery moons spill out and cover my entire face, smothering me. They pour over the sides of my face, swamping my entire head in ass fat.

Through all that ass meat I hear Dean. “Get your nose in there bro, a really bad one's leaving the station… UGH”

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A 45 second fart roars out of Dean’s ass and right up my nose. His hellish vapors have me crying and trying to cough up a lung.

Once his fart comes to an end, Dean remains seated on my face, and starts rocking his booty from left to right, working is butt fumes into my pores.

After a minute of this, he finally gets off of my face. It's accompanied with a wet squelch, thanks to my face being drenched with his ass sweat.

Dean then lies down next to me on the floor. A comfortable silence surrounds us.

I turn my head finding Dean staring back at me with a contented smile. A sudden sadness washes over his face. “I wish this was how it was when we were younger. You deserved an awesome brother who looked out for you instead of the monster I was.” Dean confesses.

“For what it's worth, at least you feel guilty and are trying to make up for it.” I respond.

My words have Dean silently crying to himself. 

Dean quickly wipes away his tears as he gets up and I follow suit. Once we’re standing in front of each other, Dean looks down. I follow his gaze to the imprint of the hard-on in my pants.

Dean looks a tad uncomfortable as he points to the other side of the room “Um, the bathroom is over there if you wanna take care of that.”

I rub the back of my neck, also feeling the tension. “Yeah, that's not gonna happen. Even though this was insanely hot, I can't... finish. With our history and you being my step-brother, it’d be too weird.” I explain.

Dean looks slightly hurt but understands.

I hesitate a second before clapping him on the shoulder. “Thanks for this Dean. How about next week we meet up at a bar, my treat.” I nod my head towards the exit. “I think I’m gonna go.”

I turn to leave but Dean stops me by grabbing my wrist, “Wait, please, before you go, can you give me your phone."

I unlock my phone and hand it to him. After a few moments, he hands my phone back. “There, now you have me and Carlos’ numbers.”

“Carlos? Who’s Carlos?” I ask, lost.

Dean looks bashful. He pulls out his phone and shows me a picture. It’s of him side-hugging a huge guy of Mexican descent. He’s slightly bigger than Dean. 

“This is Carlos, he’s been my best friend for years. He knocked me off my high horse. When you left I became self-destructive and picked a fight with him. He easily knocked me to the floor and sat on my face. For the next couple of hours he kept farting and making me pass-out whenever I woke up. We became best friends after that.

I hate to admit it but he's even gassier than me. If I’m a farting king, he’s a farting god. He’s knocked me out hundreds of times with his farts, while I've yet to knock him out once . And I’ve farted in his face, bare-ass, more times than I can count."

A gassy guy who isn’t my step-brother, hell yeah.

“I’ll be sure to give him a call.”

Dean grins cheekily. “You better or your little brother’s booty will be crossed with you.” With a twist of his hips, he presses his butt against my thigh.

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Dean rips two back-to-back, short poots on me. His skunky vapors reach my nose making me gag. Dean sighs in relief and laughs.

We agree to meet up at his favorite bar, next Friday, before I leave. 

I arrive back home at about 8. It’s still pretty early so I give Carlos a call.

He picks up after the third ring. “Is this Ian?”

I'm caught off guard by his immediate and blunt question. “Um, yes it is.”

“Good, Dean told me you were gonna call. Be ready, I’m taking you out next Saturday.”

His overconfidence kinda irks me. “Pretty presumptuous to think I’ll say yes, don’t you think?” I call him out.

Instead of answering verbally, I hear rustling, followed by…

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“Ah, now you wanna run that by me again.”

Turned on and flustered, I change my tone, “Next Saturday sounds good.”

“That's what I thought. I’ll pick you up a 7. Good luck, your nose is gonna need it, hehe."

Next Saturday, when I'm face-to-face with this hulking man, he offers me a handshake. As soon as I take it, he tosses his leg over our joined hands and pulls, making me fall to my knees. Then my face slams into his bulbous backside. It’s like he stuffed two basketballs in the back of his jeans. With my nose nestled in between his fat cakes, Carlos grunts.

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Carlos rips a 12 second, trumpeting fart right up my nose. The stench of rotten fish and raw sewage singes my nose hairs. I’m immediately smitten. 

He takes us to the drive-in movies. And of course, throughout the movie he fart-boxes the car. And his every fart is loud enough to be heard throughout the entire lot.

A college-aged guy has the guts to come up to Carlos' car and tell him to leave or stop farting so loud.

Carlos is silent as he follows the guy back to his car with his eyes like a hawk. Once Carlos gets what he needs, he gets out and walks up to the driver-side door of the car. Its window is down, so Carlos spins around and backs his huge rump into the guy's surprised face.

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A full minute of loud, raunchy ass wind erupts in the guy's face. The guy, and his friends with him, quickly pass out. Carlos returns, and nobody else complains to him again.

Our date was ending with a kiss and Carlos farting on my hip, but that works us both up. Carlos herds me into my place, lies me on my couch, and pulls down his pants, mooning me with his furry, bronze mountains.

He squats his cavernous ass crack above my face. "Silly me, we're supposed to have dessert on our first date. Here, have a faceful of my cakes. I hear they're a real gas... NGH"

He jokes before taking a seat on my face and farting down my throat several times.

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And just like that, I know he's the one.

Soon after, my weekends are being monopolized by Dean and Carlos. Our parents are ecstatic that me and Dean are trying to bond.

When Carlos and I tell Dean that we're dating he’s happy but warns Carlos that if he hurts me he’ll gas him to hell. Although Carlos respects Dean’s protectiveness he sees his threat as a challenge to his farting dominance. Before Dean can react, Carlos shoves him onto his knees and then pulls his face into his big ass before ripping a massive, 2 minute long fart, knocking Dean unconscious. 

This was the first time I’ve ever witnessed someone out-fart Dean and it was hot as hell.

In the beginning of Dean and I meeting, I'd end up shouting at him about what he did to me. Dean would remain silent and take it. Letting me vent out my anger. Sometimes he'd even cry, making me feel like shit. It was a hard and painful road, but after a year, I finally forgive Dean.

Tonight, in fact, after hanging out with Dean at his place, I surprise him with a hug. I tell him, "I forgive you."

Dean immediately wraps his arms around me and starts bawling into my shoulder.

The next day is my date night with Carlos but he asks me to meet him at Dean's place.

When I let myself in, I hear...

PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFMMMMMBBBBBB

"Come on Carlos you had him for like ten minutes. I'm about to burst here. About time. Sniff up bitch"

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My jaw drops when I step into the living-room. Dean and Carlos are standing over a guy who's on his knees with his hands zip-tied behind his back. They're taking turns shoving his face into their asses and farting.

Carlos is grinning like a loon when he spots me. "Hey babe, guess who me and Dean cat-fished on Grindr."

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After ripping two farts, Dean pulls the guy's face out of his bubble butt and reveals it to be my ex, Will.

"Ian!" My ex cries before Carlos buries his face into his gargantuan posterior.

"Unfortunately, for your sense of smell, my ass just loathes cheaters"

FFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPPPPWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRR

Will struggles to escape but Carlos isn't having it.

"You ain't going anywhere. Bottoms up, cheater... FGH"

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I'm so confused/aroused.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"What's it look like?" Dean replies, "I already told you that anyone who messes with you has to deal with your lil bro's nasty booty. This cheater had this coming for a while now." Dean growls out the last part.

Dean pulls down the back of his sweats, freeing his bouncing, pillowy orbs. He rips Will's face out of Carlos' ass and feeds it in between his bare cheeks.

"In you go" Dean states as my ex's face vanishes in his leviathan-of-a-bum.

Dean narrows his eyes and grits his teeth, proving that he's working out something big.

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A 50 second, apocalyptic fart, thunders out of Dean's big ass and pointblank into Will's face. It's so powerful that I see my ex's entire body shaking from Dean's anal eruption.

Carlos whistles, impressed by Dean's performance. "Nice one, D. Looks like we're done holding back. Time to bring my A game."

Carlos also pulls down the back of his sweats. His darker, bigger, and hairier moons pour out of their confines and wobble freely in the open. He steals back my ex's face and deposits it in between his rotund slabs.

"If you thought that was bad then you're in trouble pal. Anyone who hurts my Ian gets no mercy from me. I'm about to melt your nose off... HGH"

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Carlos unleashes a continuous chain of roaring farts right into my ex's trapped face. It goes on for 3 minutes straight.

I'm now feeling aroused/jealous.

Carlos wipes his brow of sweat with the back of his hand. He shots me a crooked grin and wink before reeling Will's face out of his ass. Will's face is wet with their combined ass sweat, and littered with curly butt hairs.

Still gripping the back of his head, Carlos makes my ex look at me.

"Don't you have something to say to him?" Carlos barks.

"I-I'm sorry." My ex barely gets out before Carlos shoves the side of his face against his ass. Half of his face sinks into Carlos' doughy globes.

Carlos looks over his shoulder, to Dean. "Hey D, back your cakes up into mine. Let's lock this fucker up in our cake prison. You know Ian's gonna love the show."

Dean flashes me an impish smirk before backing his ass into the other side of my ex's face.

Dean's and Carlos' blubbery cheeks flow around my ex's head until they make contact. Will's entire head is cocooned in a prison made of their ass meat.

The two start shaking their butts against each other, wiping their sweaty cracks all over my ex's trapped head.

"Hope you enjoy your stinky stay in our cake prison." Dean teases.

"Of course he will, who doesn't love a cake buffet." Carlos dickishly adds.

This is insanely hot. This is exactly how Carlos acts when he jumps me with a fart session, multiple times a day.

"You ready C-man!"

"Hell yeah D, fire away!"

"Ah, that felt good, oh wait here's some more" "Phew, that one's just for you, choke on it buddy" "Oh yeah, how does all that cake taste, prisoner?" "There you go. Eat my shit for being a piece of shit. Let my shitty ass ruin you" "I bet you'll be faithful in the future. Never know if your next victim's little brother is a vengeful, farting god like me" "Well, you're more like a farting demigod while I'm an elder one. Take this for example" "Maybe this will give me a rise in divinity. Take a listen to this action" "Huh? I'm almost impressed. But talk to me when you can fart like this... NGH"

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Dean and Carlos demolish my ex in their cake prison with a plethora of massive and noxious butt rockets. When they separate their asses, they reveal an unconscious Will.

Dean tosses him onto his shoulder, walks out, and unceremoniously dumps him onto the sidewalk.

Dean returns to us in the living-room. The room reeks of Dean's and Carlos' signature, raunchy fumes.

"One down, two more to go." Dean says to Carlos.

Carlos nods, sporting a mischievous grin.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"It may have been over 10 years but Alvin and Josh are due to serve some time in our cake prison. They're next." Dean answers with a lopsided grin.

This sounds hot but also dangerous. The two could end up in actual prison.

"Uh-oh, looks like someone's thinking a little too hard." Carlos sing-songs.

Dean's grin broadens. "Come on into our cake prison, big bro. I'm sure that will help with those troubled thoughts. Oh and this isn't a request."

With the two standing on either side of me, Dean grabs me by the shoulders and shoves me to my knees. They both spin around, showing me that their bare asses are still hanging out in the open.

They both step back, entombing my entire head in between their dense, fleshy moons.

"Buckle up big bro, you'll be staying in here for the next hour... NGH"

"See you on the other side, babe. And please don't hold it against me if this kills you... UGH"

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TWO YEARS LATER

I’ve built a strong bond with Dean over the last 3 years. Not only is he my brother but he’s also one of my closest friends. Me, Dean, and Carlos hangout together every Friday. 

I can’t thank Dean enough for introducing me to Carlos. I just moved in with Carlos and we’re talking about marriage. 

The only bad thing is that I catch Dean looking at us longingly. I know he wants a relationship like ours. His farting has prevented him from having a long-lasting girlfriend for years.

My chance to repay Dean comes in the form of my college friend, Jenifer. She just moved into town.

I struck up a friendship with her because of our shared... interest. At a college party I saw her jock boyfriend fart on her and laugh about it with his friends. No one else but me noticed her blushing. She noticed me as well and we’ve been friends ever since.

I invited her out with us, to our favorite bar, to introduce her to Dean. When we get our drinks and find a table, I ‘accidentally’ elbow Dean in the stomach.

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Dean’s completely embarrassed because Jenifer's standing right behind him. He turns to apologize but notices she’s blushing. After a few seconds, a shit-eating grin forms on his lips.

Dean’s fart quickly spreads throughout the bar and we’re immediately kicked out. In typical Dean and Carlos fashion, the two poot with every step as we leave. 

Jenifer is red as a tomato once we’re outside.

“Me and Carlos are gonna head home. Why don't the two of you go on without us?.” I suggest.

Dean's already nodding as he offers his hand for Jenifer to hold. “Sounds good if you’re up for it?”

Jenifer sweetly smiles, “I’d really like that.” She holds his hand.

Dean shoots her an impish grin, "I know this awesome Mexican place around the corner. But be warned, my farts are nuclear afterwards.”

“T-that doesn’t bother me much. Let's go.” Jenifer replies.

Dean backs his bubbly rump against Jenifer's side and farts. RRRWWWBBB. “Ah, a woman after my own heart. Let’s go.”

Jenifer's still blushing hard as they leave.

Dean looks back at me and mouths, ‘Here's my thanks’. He subtly fans behind his ass and Carlos and I are hit by one of his nauseating sbds. It has me gagging but Carlos isn't bothered in the slightest.

Once they disappear around the corner, Carlos says, “You definitely earned yourself a reward for that, babe. When we get home, I’ll get naked, and all night long, you can keep your face sandwiched in between these beauties. “Carlos turns his back to me, cups the bottom of his meaty globes, and jiggles them for me. Thankfully no one’s around. 

I shove his shoulder, gently. “Oh please, you were gonna shove my face in your crack, all night, regardless.” I accuse him.

Cheekily grinning at me, over his shoulder, he shrugs and says, “Guilty.” Before grabbing the back of my head, pulling my face into his big ass, and hiking up his right leg.

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Smell of brotherly love: part 1

During the middle of my sophomore year of highschool, my mother married a man named Donovan Cage and that’s how I ended up with my younger step-brother, Dean Cage. Although he's a year younger than me, you wouldn’t guess it with how much bigger he is than me. I take after my mom so I’m more petite; barely 5 foot 8 and slim. Dean takes after his father; he’s 6 foot and nearly 200 pounds of rock-hard muscle.

Although a freshman, Dean’s the star player of the football and wrestling team. Because of this he’s hugely popular in school, so we’ve never talked before our parents got together. And I wish things remained that way because Dean’s a cruel monster. 

Dean's been bullying me, relentlessly, the second he and his father moved in with us. He does it when they're not around, and I’d never tell them. It's embarrassing, and more importantly, I don't want to ruin my mother's happiness.

Dean’s constantly torturing me with his ass and farts. His ass is the textbook example of a bubble butt. Each of his butt cheeks are bigger than my head; they’re firm with muscle, covered in a thick layer of fat. He’s constantly burying my face in his cakes, smothering me. I can’t count the number of times he's made me pass out beneath him.

And then there's his farts. The stench of them is inhuman thanks to all the protein in his diet. He never runs out of gas so he’s always farting on me. He’s farted on every single inch of my body at least once, makes sure anything I eat is seasoned with his butt stink, and the first thing I wake up to and go to sleep to is him farting in my face.

Our home isn't the biggest but it’s bigger than their old apartment, so that’s why they moved in with us. And why now I’m sharing a bedroom with Dean.

I’ve been living this nightmare for 2 hellish years.

2 Years Ago

Dean and his dad just finished moving his stuff into mine- I mean our room.  Dean and I are now alone, in our room, while our parents are out on a romantic date.

We’ve talked a few times but I get the feeling that Dean doesn’t care for me. Hopefully I can change that by offering an olive branch.

I smile as I hold out a hand. “So I guess you’re my little brother now. If you need anything just let me know.”

Dean wears a vacant expression until he shakes my hand. Once my hand is in his, he shoots me a withering sneer.

He tosses a leg over our joined hands, turning his back to me. He then pulls my hand forward, between his legs. I fall to my knees and my face slams into his twin moons covered by his basketball shorts.

“You’re not worthy enough to talk to me. Shut up and eat my farts.” He cruelly declares.

Before I can process his words, I hear him grunt and then…

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He rips a 5 second fart pointblank in my face. It stinks of digested meat. It has me coughing. 

I tug my face away from his huge ass.

“What the fuck are you doing–mmm” My cry is silenced as he reaches back with his free hand, grabs the back of my head, and shoves my face back into his doughy mounds. 

“Don’t raise your voice at me you fucking looser. Looks like you’re in need of a lesson. Luckily for you my booty’s up to the task, heh… NGH”

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Keeping my face smothered in his crack, Dean vents fart after fart up my nose, breaking me. 

“Fucking pathetic, what older brother gets bullied by his younger brother... HGH”

MMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTT

“Haha, that’s it, choke on my farts big bro... GGH”

FFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAARRRRRRR

“Perhaps you are useful... FGH”

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“To everyone else, we'll be brothers, but in truth, you’re gonna be my slave. You’ll do everything I order you to… NGH”

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“Oh, I feel you complaining and resisting. No worries, Imma fart you into submission before the night is over. It’ll be a few hours before the folks get home. It’s just you, your little bro, and his big, stinky ass, haha… UGH”

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Present Day

As usual, I’m startled awake by something big, rotund, and warm smothering my face.

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All I can breathe in is the stench of rotten eggs and cabbage. My coughing and gagging is muffled by my daily wake up call.

Dean rises off of my face and I gasp for fresh air. All he’s wearing is some gray briefs that look painted on his basket-ball sized globes. Without looking back he leaves the room and commands, “Go make me breakfast, bitch.”

Another hellish day with him begins. 

I head down to the kitchen to make us breakfast, as I usually do. I long ago learned never to disobey him.

My mom’s a nurse and his dad works in construction so they’re already gone, and won’t be back until around dinner time. I’m only safe in my own home when they’re around. But that doesn't extend to our shared bedroom. I'm never safe there.

I make us eggs, waffles, and bacon. I sit at the dining room table, not even thinking of taking a single bite until he comes down. 

I hear his heavy steps enter the dining room. I stare down at my lap as he nears me. I look up at him when I’m covered in his shadow. 

He’s sneering down at me. “Breakfast looks good, big bro. Here’s my thanks.”

Dean wheels around, showcasing his fat ass stuffed in a tight pair of bluejeans. I whine as he grabs the back off my head and pulls me in. My face is consumed by butt fat.

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Dean rips a 6 second fart, point-blank in my face, that stinks of digested meat and spices. It has me coughing.

I try to pull my face away, but Dean strengthens his hold. “Oh no, big bro, I have more brotherly love I wanna lay on ya.” He cruelly teases. I hear him grunt and then…

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Dean rips three, consecutive farts, back-to-back, right in my face. They stink as bad as the first one, putting me in a coughing fit.

Dean sighs in relief as he rubs his ass back and forth, on my face. “Ah, choke on that trifecta, bitch. Hehe.”

“Oh speaking of my farts, that reminds me.”

Dean releases my face from his ample bum, and with a twist of his hips, aims it at my plate of food. He shoots me a cruel smile before scrunching up his face.

FFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMBBBBBBB

As usual, he coats my food with one of his noxious butt rockets. He makes sure to fart on whatever I eat without getting caught. 

The first time he ordered me to make him breakfast (after waking me up with a fart to the face) I told him to make his own. He left our bedroom and returned a minute later with a chocolate pudding cup. He walked up to me, sitting on the end of the bed, and spun around. To my horror, his shorts were pulled down and his ass crack was smeared with chocolate pudding. “Until you feed me, my booty’s gonna feed you. Now eat my pudding and farts, big bro” It took him a cup of pudding and 4 farts to break me into being his cook.

I’m brought back to the present as Dean moves his ass right in front of my face. “Ah, well your lil’ bro’s booty just flavored your food. What do you say to him?” He threatens.

“Thank you, lil’ bro’s booty.” I answer, meekly. 

Dean snickers before hiking up his right leg and farting in my face.

MMMMMMBBBBBBBVVVVVVPPPPPP

“Filthy fart-bitch” He insults me, before sitting at his chair and eating his meal.

It’s a struggle, like every morning, to shovel down my breakfast, swimming in his butt stink. I have to pause a few times, retching on his gas.

I finish my breakfast quickly, while Dean's not even halfway done, which is good. I use this time to take a quick shower and get dressed for school. Taking a shower technically isn’t necessary because I’ll be going into school smelling rank. And that’s because of my clothes. Once a week, when Dean’s really sweaty after a workout, he’ll gather all my washed clothes, throw it onto his twin bed, and roll his sweaty body all over them. Then he stands up, turns his back to the pile of clothes, spreads his cheeks, and pushes out a series of wet farts. He sways his rump from left to right, ensuring the whole pile stinks off his ass musk. 

The first time he did this, I stupidly tried to stop him. He immediately crammed my face into his sweaty, rank armpit. After that, he tossed me onto my bed and then sat his bare, sweaty swamp-ass on my face and farts for 15 minutes straight.

Once I’m ready, I head back down stairs. Dean’s done eating and waiting for me. I open the front door for him and then run ahead and open the passenger-side door of my car for him as well. As usual, he poots on my leg every time I open a door for him. He says that’s his ass thanking me.

When I turned 16 I got my mom’s old car after she bought herself a new one. Instead of freedom, Dean has made me his personal chauffeur. 

Once we're both in with the doors closed…

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Dean rips a long, greasy fart, filling the car with his eggy vapors. Sadly my car completely reeks of Dean’s farts, and with how much Dean farts in my car, I'm pretty certain his butt stench is a permanent addition.

As we drive, Dean keeps pumping out farts, filling the small space with his nauseating gas.

Before heading to school I make my two mandatory stops. Picking up his two best friends/cronies, Alvin and Josh. They’re always with Dean and do whatever he says.

They're the only two who know about my farting abuse from Dean.

They both get in the back seat. Dean doesn't hold back blasting ass every couple of seconds even with them riding with us. 

“Dude, I know your farts are bad, but why stop there? Why not beat the shit out of him?” Josh comments, making me nervous.

“Because if he has bruises he can show it to someone and get me in trouble. And I’m not getting in trouble because of my bitchy brother.” Dean answers.

His friends then start joking about the smell and laughing about the hell Dean’s putting me through. Dean remains silent, beaming with a cocky smirk. 

I park in the back of the student parking lot of our school. The three get out, I remain in the driver seat, waiting for Dean’s parting gift. His two buds stand in front of the car, cruelly smiling at me.

Dean opens my car door, spins around, and backs his ass up. The side of my face is consumed by his meaty ass-slabs. 

“Thanks for the ride big bro. Here’s another faceful of my brotherly love. You’ve earned it… UGH”

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Dean rips a rancid smelling fart, right on my face. The stench of rotten fish and sulfur has me dry heaving. Through watery eyes I watch as the three walk away, laughing at my suffering.

It takes me 5 minutes to pull myself together. Once I do, I get my bag and head to class. 

I’m actually happy in school. I excel in my classes and Dean doesn’t bother me here. He’s so popular he doesn’t want to be seen around me.

Because I constantly smell so bad, I have no friends, but that’s fine. If being ostracized means I get a few hours without Dean then I'm happy.

Sadly, the school day draws to an end and it’s time to return home with the bane of my existence. 

As soon as we get into my car, Dean's already hotboxing us while his cronies are in the back, degrading and ridiculing me. 

After dropping Alvin and Josh off, we head back home. Once I’m parked, we get out. I follow Dean to the front door. I can't help but fearfully watch his bulbous ass as he walks ahead of me. His cakes wobble and bounce against each other with his every step. It’s like they're silently taunting me about what I’m in for.

Once inside, Dean heads up the stairs to our room. Like a loyal pet, I follow him.

It’s time for our after school ritual. 

As we go up the stairs, I follow a few steps behind, keeping my face level with his butt. He's ordered this. With every step, he poots in my face. Ppff, bbtt, rrpp, mmdd.

When we get into our room, Dean’s already tossing his clothes off until he’s completely naked. I look away, not wanting to see his schlong. 

Dean lays himself out on his stomach, on his bed. His fleshy mountains protrude into the air. He looks over at me with a devilish grin. He sways his hips making his blubbery orbs clap and jiggle against one another.

“It’s time for my daily debloating session. For the past eight hours I've held in my farts and now you're gonna huff 'em all up so I don’t have to smell them. Get your face in there, big bro.” He commands.

Knowing there’s no way out of my daily chore, I drag myself over to the bed and crawl in. I cringe as I plant my face against his titanic, bare booty, with my nose nestled in his crack. His cheeks are slightly sweaty and the inside of his crack is incredibly musky.

Not even a second after my nose is buried in his crack…

BBBBBBBMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFF

“Ah, I hope that smelt as good for you as it was for me letting it out.”

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“That’s it big bro, make yourself useful and choke down this farting god’s butt stink.”

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“Damn that school pizza was killing me, and now it’s gunning for you.”

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“Uh-oh I feel a big one coming.”

Dean reaches back and grabs the back of my head, before shoving my entire face into his cavernous crack. His fleshy yet firm glutes are clamped around the sides of my face, and the tip of my nose is pressed against his sweaty pucker.

“I want your nose right there. HGH… Now get another big whiff of my brotherly love, big bro… NGH”

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Dean unleashes a roaring 50 seconds of toxic butt wind right up my nose. The stench of raw sewage and ass musk has me retching and crying. It’s too much, I pass out.

I’m woken up by something heavy dropping onto my upturned face, followed by…

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Dean raises his bubble butt off of my face, looking down at me with a sneer.

“Dinner’s ready, go wash up and make yourself presentable.”

I do as he orders and clean myself up. I then join him, my mom, and Donovan for dinner. I smile and interact with mom and Donovan so they won’t catch on that I’m miserable. 

After dinner, we head back to our room. I’m given a few hours of reprieve. As he plays games on our Playstation, I complete both of our homework assignments. His homework is another thing I must do for him. 

Even though it’s not in my face, he’s still farting. As he plays and I work…

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Dean is continuously ripping ass, making the air in our bedroom thick with his intestinal vapors. With our parents bedroom downstairs, they can’t hear or smell Dean hotboxing our room.

I'm finished at around midnight. A glance at Dean shows me that he’s asleep. Thank goodness. Some nights, when he’s still up, he makes me sleep with him, in his bed, as I use his bum as a pillow and he dutch ovens me.

I crawl into bed and force myself to sleep even though the room is filled to the brim with Dean’s noxious butt funk. I don’t think I’ll ever be free of him. In some way, he’ll always remain in my life, making it smelly and miserable.

A Week Later

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I’m once again woken up with a fart to the face, and made to eat my food that Dean's farted on.

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With my car in the shop, I can’t drive Dean to school. Dean got one of his friends to pick him up for school while I have to walk. 

Fine by me. The less time with him, the better.

Another good thing is that Dean’s wrestling practice is back in session, so I have more time without him after school. 

School’s over and I’m on my way back home. I’m walking in between the main school building and the gym, which is completely deserted, when a voice comes from behind me.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t our favorite bitch.” Shit, it’s Alvin and Josh. Unlike Dean, those two don’t do any sports.  

“Where ya going, bitch?” Josh taunts.

“I’m just heading home.” I reply before turning around and continuing on my way.

Alvin spins me back around, to face them, looking pissed. “What? Turning your back on us? You think you're better than us, bitch? I think I better put you in your place.” Before I can react he punches me in the face.

As I fall backwards, my head hits the corner of a nearby dumpster. Immense pain starts throbbing from the back of my head. I fall to the ground and things start to go blurry. Alvin and Josh are looking down at me, panicked. 

“Fuck man, we’re screwed! Look at all that blood!”

“Uh, no man, you’re screwed. You’re the one who punched him.”

That’s the last I hear before I black out.

Beep

Beep

Beep

An annoying, beeping sound wakes me from my slumber. I open my eyes, finding myself in a hospital room. I reach up, feeling bandages wrapped tightly around the top of my head. 

My mother’s worried and crying face suddenly pops into view. “Oh baby, try not to move. You lost blood and had a slight concussion.”

“W-where am I? What happened?” I slur out.

“You’re in the hospital. Two boys attacked you after school. They’re in police custody. The police are waiting for your statement and if you want to press charges.”

Mom looks hesitant before she continues. “The two boys also confessed about what Dean’s been doing to you for years. Oh baby, why didn’t you say anything?” My mom cries, more tears streaming down her face.

“I didn’t want to ruin your marriage. I know Donovan makes you happy.”

Mom shakes her head. “No, no, you're more important to me. I’m divorcing him.”

My eyes widen, I grab her wrist. “No mom, I know you both love each other. And I think he’s a great guy. My problems with Dean not him. Please don’t let him end your marriage.” I beg.

Mom silently stares at me for a few seconds before nodding. “Okay baby, but things are gonna change.” She promises as she looks across the room.

I follow her eyes, finding Donovan standing in the corner. When our eyes meet, I see guilt in them. A look of conviction dawns on his face and he gives my mother a nod. 

I stop at the police station once I’m released from the hospital. I don’t press charges against Alvin and Josh, but the school expels them. 

Mom proves that she’s a woman of her word because things drastically change once I’m back home. For one, our bedroom is now completely mine while Dean has to sleep on the couch. 

Mom is so angry that she refuses to speak or spend a single cent on Dean. If she brings home takeout, she gets nothing for Dean. Either he eats whatever’s in the fridge or hopes his dad will go get him something.

Speaking of Donovan, the high amount of pride he used to have for his son has turned into disappointment and resentment. He can’t believe what his son was doing to his wife's son. Nowadays Donovan’s on Dean’s ass whenever he makes the slightest mistake. 

The resentment comes from Donovan cutting back a lot of hours even though he’s starting up a construction company. He makes sure I'm never home alone with Dean.

Those weren’t Dean's only problems. After a few weeks of me no longer doing his homework, his grades plummeted and he was dropped from the wrestling team.

Although none of our peers know what truly happened, people started distancing themselves from Dean because the police were somehow involved and they didn’t want any part of that. Dean's been treated like an outcast the second we returned.

Our parents were gonna buy Dean a car, but instead they bought it for me and gave my old one to Dean because of the smell. They also bought me a new laptop and gave my old one to Dean. They say it’s compensation for all the homework I did for him. 

At first I was worried about Dean wanting revenge, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. I hardly ever see him. The only time I bumped into him was in the kitchen. When he saw me his face crumpled before he bolted out of the room. 

It doesn't matter how good things are now, I don’t feel safe in this house, so I decide to graduate early and leave for college. This pains mom and Donovan but they understand. 

The night before I leave, an unnerving feeling wakes me up from my sleep. Looking around, I sit right up, finding Dean standing in the corner. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and what I see confuses me. Dean’s standing there, silently crying. 

“I-I’m so s-sorry.” He quietly croaks out.

He soon wipes away his tears with the back of his hand and his face hardens, scaring me. I’m wondering if I should shout for Donovan.

“I’m truly sorry, but I promise to make it up to you. To be the brother you deserve. From now on I’ll watch out for you and anyone who gives you trouble will have to deal with your bro’s nasty, farting booty.” His face darkens. “Alvin and Justin are gonna be my first victims.” Dean promises, with complete conviction in his voice.

With that, he leaves my room. I lie back in bed, glad he’s gone.