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“Ugh... babe I need some help...”

Mark gave Freddy that pleading look again, the one Freddy was never able to resist. Freddy smirked and dropped his bag on the floor before strolling over to his almost-naked boyfriend.

“Did you eat too much pizza again, Marky?” Freddy started rubbing on the chubby guy’s back. “And now you’re filled with so much gas again... when will you learn?”

“It was too good to leave alone... hurgh...” He hunched over again and his stomach gurgled something fierce.

PPLLLAABBBTT!

“Oof!” Mark sighed deeply while Freddy grimaced slightly and fanned the air.

“Yep! That’s the pizza alright!” Freddy coughed. “Cheesy aroma with... pepperoni. Spicy Pepperoni.” He shook his head and massaged Mark’s belly.

Mark groaned and let out a few more pops from his ass. Freddy pressed down harder on his belly.

FFFFUUUUVVVVGGGGGPPP!

Freddy moaned. Mark chuckled. “Do I really eat it that much?”

"Yes, yes you do.” Freddy removed a hand and started stroking his cock while still pressing more trapped wind out of Mark. He felt a bit cheeky and grabbed the jockstrap, releasing it and letting it go.

*SNAPPP!*

“Ow!” Mark rubbed the tender spot and glared at Freddy as he laughed again. “You asshole... I’m in pain and you’re making it worse.”

“I’m sorry babe...” Freddy stood up and dropped all of his clothes off. “... let me make it up to you nicely now.”

Mark perked up and lifted his ass up higher while Freddy took his spot behind his bloated man. His hands opened up his cheeks to reveal his winking stinkhole.

PPPPPPRRRRRRGGGGGGGTTTTT!

Mark bellowed out in laughter while Freddy was slightly stunned but still turned on.

“Gotcha back, fucker!” Mark exclaimed before laughing again.

Freddy laughed with him and slapped a cheek before diving right in.

He started to eat a moaning Mark out vigorously, relaxing him and allowing more farts to slip out and right into Freddy’s waiting mouth.

PPPRFFFPP!!

BBBBRRRRPPPPPFFFF!!

BBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAVVVVVVTTTT!!

Before long, Freddy came into the bedsheets and Mark’s pain had mostly subsided.

“Aahhh...” Mark moaned. “Come here.”

He grabbed Freddy and pulled him up to his face for a deep kiss.

Once they broke away, Mark grimaced.

“You smell like ass.”

They both laughed.

help please

Ik it’s been a while since the author last posted but I’m looking to see if anyone anywhere knows what happened to there works or if they moved there name was Sexxxsiren and they wrote the story KD the thug and the series following it the original one was based on a work by big butt bully if you have any of them please share 😊

Request for Preyslavee

It was about was about an hour after the game as Jordan returned home for a break. Getting out and into the house, he took off his clothes as he walked around the house. Casually walking around as he scratched your bulge from under his crotch. "Really should've thought that of the circumstances before you made a bet against me runt. You know i never lose a game. Can't turn back now" he made his way to the living room as he crashed down onto the sofa. He soon reached inside his briefs as hed plucked around your form. Making sure to surely drag you along his balls as were pulled out.

His shaft would pulse against you as the sack began to fold over you. Its built up sweat soaking into you as the my stopped your path. It took a few tugs, but eventually the folds rolled off you as the cool warm air met your body. Followed by Jordan's nose as it puffs of air ruffled your hair. "Starting to smell like me huh? Good, makes good preperations for our deal. First thing's first.." He lifted you up slightly as he hovered some deodorant in front of you. "You've got pits to tend to. Do a decent job and I might regrow you to your normal size".

"Simple enough" you though to yourself. You made your way over to it as you attempted to grab the side. "Ah ah, i don't think so. You're not tending to them that way" you feel his fingers wrap around you as before your front made contact with the fresh scented surface. You feel your clothes wrinkle as Jordan rubbed you in place over the deodorant as he made sure your body touched every corner of it before lifting you upwards. A little dazed from all the turning, you vision would soon return just in time see the trimmed hair of the underside of his arm. Even with the fresh scent covering, the odor surround the arm pit would begin to overpower it as your form drew closer.

"I'd hold that breath of your if I were you" you hear from above. Your arms were the first to make contact with the pit as they slicked to the side. Leaving partial room as you face collided into the soft skin. The pit would soon begin to cave around you as the fuzzes surface would sandwich your form. Jordan would rotate his shoulder clockwise as the pit inside was still slightly sweaty. Even with the firm pressure inside, your body would move along with his shoulder as the rush of musk filled your nose. Your tried to hold on against the trimmed haired of the pit, but even they would move in place as they slipped through your grasp. It was about 2 minutes as you endured the firm pressure before you were let out. You gave out a sigh of relief as you took in the fresh air, but it soon was short lived as Jordan lifted the other arm and stuffed you between it. Your muffles escaping from arm as he looked at it with a smile.

A couple more minutes went by, before he finally let up. Your face drenched in musk as the your clothes were now damp. You soon looked uo at Jordan as he gave hit pits a firm sniff. "Well, you can't do pit duty for crap. Perhaps another debt is in order. Ass duty" Jordan pulled down the back of his shorts as his ass rounded themselves past the band. Holding you vertically, he firmly began to slide you between them as the heat from between them fumed as air smelled of hot gas. You could help but extend your to their sides as the your holds slid across the inner walls of his ass. As you slid deeper in between, your nose would began to poke into his ass as it slid to the center of his hole. As it brushed along its center, was only then that Jordan stopped pressing and soon sat his entire weight on you. Your head would sink between the ring as you muffled between them. Ut would vibrate the clenching hole of jardan's, but you would only receive a vibrating chuckle in response.

"I've got an itch back there that's been driving me crazy since i left the game. Your gonna tend to it while i make my protein shake" you heard a sudden popping sound from above as Jordan began making his drink. The weight applying mire ontop of you as the hole sinked deeper along your sides. The scent from inside would get stronger as your nose seeped past the rings, but your nostrils still between them as they clenched around it. The sweat from his ss would begin to soak into your clothes as the heat would get stronger.

The sound of shaking from your muffled ears as Jordan shook his protein shake. The hole reacting with the amount of shaking as it sinked deeper. It was getting a little cramped as it started morphing around your head, but the more your pulled against it the hole pull back with equal force. You soon feel the hole overlap your head as it slipped past the ring. The sweat built leaked from all around the muscular walls as you yelled for him to let you up. You'd only hear of him shaking his protein shake as he continued.

Jordan did feel the slight change in pressure as he focused on your form. Moving a finger passed his shorts, he massaged a finger across his hole as he felt for your face. But he couldn't find it, all he found was your neck as he followed along its lengths. Patting around the hole, he gave a smile as he gave out a satifying clench from his hole. "Heh, always thought you'd make a good plug, guess i was right" he rubbed along your neck as he continued shaking his protein shake. This time putting in a lot more force as your head moved along his sweet spots.

Almost 10 minutes past as you stared inside the endless abyss of his hole before the sound of shaking stopped. You soon feel a tug at you legs before you feel yourself being pulled back out. But even then, the hole wouldn't let up, as it pucker in place. It took a couple of tugs, but the last would make progress as your chin was finally visible. Followed by the rest of your. Head as it was squeezed out with a sudden squelch. You were pulled between his cheeks once more, this time your front rubbing along its length before you were pulled out.

"Not bad, bot bad at all. Guess ass duty proved useful. Now i think its time you've had a break" he smirked as he tossed you into the air. Your vision constantly turning before submerged into a goopy surface. As you reached the surface, the walls were encircled around you as Jordan's lips planted on the edge. The sound of slurping following behind it as your body rushed towards it in a wave. Your gaze would soon go dark as you disappeared behind the lips as the sound of liquid echoed around you.

Jordan, would seal his lips shut as he sloshed his tongue around you. Giving firm circle around your body before chuckling again as it rosed it over you and splashed it ontop of you. He tiled his head back as he opened his mouth back up. Gurgling the liquid inside as you rumbled and flowed into you. With a firm gulp, he you and the liquid would decend into his throat as you traveled down for few seconds.

As you landed in his stomach, the flow of the protein would descend into the cramped chamber as you yelled and pounded at the door. "Hey, you can't do this! What about our deal?! You promised to unshrink when we were done".

"Yeah about that shrimp" he said as he belched "you're just too good not to keep. Your pathetic muffles, you sorry self inside my hole. And now, all nice and compacted in my stomach. You were mine the second you wanted that bet"

"What?!"

"Don't worry, I'll let you out...right after this skrimmage match. Coach wants me back at the court" Jordan would begin to walk out the door as he focused on the sloshing going on.

"Hey! No! Let me out of here you cheat!" You pounded at the bellied wall, but only received a firm pound from the outside as you splashed back into the proteined goop inside.

"Pipe down snack, its game time" he gave out repeated pounds into his belly as he listend to the gurgle going on inside. "That's more like it, oh its gonna be a blast when we return. For now, sit with the rest of the protein.

Indeed 🤗

Fuckkk I had such a hot experience at work today

My stomach started to hurt a bit almost immediately after eating my lunch, so I went to the bathroom thinking I just had to use the toilet. But I quickly realized I was constipated and that I would just have to work through it. So I kept working through the stomach ache and over the next hour I could feel my insides swelling with TONS of gas. I had to adjust my belt because of how big my belly was getting. But I just had to continue doing my work like normal, all while struggling to hold in all my gas. A few farts slipped out since my work is completely physical and requires a lot of movement, and every time I bent over or squatted I had to desperately struggle to not fart in front of people.

Eventually my break came and I practically ran to a private bathroom, and as soon as I shut the door behind me I let out a huge, wet fart that must have lasted at least 7-8 seconds. It felt sooo good to get out but I could tell there was a lot more on the way. I completely bombed the toilet with tons of gas for the next 10 minutes or so. I rubbed my belly for most of it and had to hold back moans from how good it felt 🤤 It seemed like it was endless, like I was just getting pumped full of gas as quickly as I was getting it out.

I still had cramps after that and kept farting throughout the rest of my shift. Sometimes I had to run over to a less busy area so I could let them out because they were super wet and loud, and because they were so potent could smell them even through my mask. I really wish this all happened while I was at home so I could have recorded it and gotten off, but doing it at work was pretty exciting, especially when I would fart where people could hear 😳

This is gonna sound real specific but anyone know of any good star dew valley harvey farting/face farting or Weight gain Fan art or fanfic?(preferably m/m)

If you do or if you know of any good places I could commission one please dm me

Smell of a new bud

I love and support my wife, especially over all the years of her climbing up the corporate ladder. However, I’m not a fan of the monthly company parties I have to attend with her. They’re hosted at one of the higher executive’s homes. The people around aren’t very interesting and I have to wear a suit and tie through the event. I’m a game designer so I’m not too comfortable in formal wear.

We just arrived at the party and my wife, Angela, leads us to the host, who’s a slightly older woman named Elyse. It seems like she and Angela are very close friends. As they talk, I keep smiling with my arm wrapped around Angela’s waist. Elyse looks at me as she notices my other hand fiddling with my tie.

Elyse gives me a kind smile. “Not your kind of scene? Is it?” she asks. 

I shrug and give her and my wife a guilty smile, making them both laugh.

“My husband’s the same way. He loves me but these kinds of gatherings aren’t his cup of tea.” She tells us. Then she focuses on me and says, “Why don’t you go upstairs and hangout with him. He’s hiding in his mancave. But be warned: he has a special way of… chasing guests out of his space.”

I look at my wife hopefully. She gives me a smile, “Go on, get out of here.”

I give her a peck on the cheek and make my way upstairs. I stop at the first door on the right and knock. “Come in” a deep voice calls from inside.

I open the door and enter, and two things catch me off guard. First is the huge guy who’s both muscular and fat, standing at the window. He’s shirtless, and only wearing a pair of tight blue jeans. And it looks like the seam of the back of his jeans is being worked to the max in containing the guy’s huge ass. His butt’s so big that it looks like he has a set of beach balls in the back of his pants. Each of his butt cheeks are as big as my head.

The second thing is the smell, the room smells like complete shit. It has my nose tingling. 

Without looking back at me he says, “Yeah, you might wanna rejoin the party downstairs, the smell in here isn’t going to get any better.” With that he hikes up his right leg and farts.

PPPPOOOOOOHHHHHVVVVVV

A fresh stink of rotten eggs and onions hits me, but I’ve handled worse. I step inside and close the door behind me. “Dude, I grew up with a single father and four older brothers, I’m used to farts.”

The guy turns his head, and looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a raised eyebrow. The guy’s bearded face looks familiar. He slightly sticks his ass out and farts again. 

RRRRRRRHHHHHHHLLLLLGGGGGG

“Ah, that’s nice and all but I’m a 24/7 farting machine. And I ain’t stopping anytime soon. So are you really sure you wanna stay here?” he asks.

The potent stench reaches my nose, threatening to make my eyes water, but I push it back. “It’s fine man, let ‘em fly. Don’t get me wrong, your wife’s throwing a beautiful party downstairs, but I’d rather chill out here.”

The guy walks up to me with a smile. “Well you endured me farting twice in a confined space, and didn’t run away like the others, so you passed. It’ll be fun to have some company when my wife hosts these monthly shindigs. Nice to meet you, my name's Bud Stevenson.” He introduces himself, offering me a handshake.

I shake Bud’s hand, and introduce myself, “Travis Wright.” Suddenly Bud’s name hits me and I remember where I know him from. “Oh, we’ve met before.”

Bud’s brow furrows so I continue. “We both wrestled in college and I wrestled you once. You completely wiped the floor with me.” I want to say more but it’s embarrassing.

Bud smirks cockily and says, “Well that’s unsurprising, I’m undefeated.”

“Did you used to have a foreign accent in college or something?” I ask, making Bud look confused. I elaborate, “Well your team referred to you as the ‘Assassin’ but they pronounced it weirdly.”

It dawns on Bud and he chuckles before explaining. “Oh, well they called me the Ass-assin. They put emphasis on the ass part because one, I’ve always had a huge ass and two,” Bud leans in forward, almost as if he’s telling me a secret, “I always ripped an sbd in my opponents’ faces. That would always fuck them up and clutch the win for me.” Bud pulls back out with a shit-eating grin, “Since we wrestled I’m sure my Bud Bomb sealed your fate.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “You're damn right, but I never told any of my teammates that you farted in my face. That’d be fucking embarrassing.”

Still sporting a shit-eating grin, Bud cups his hand behind his ass and farts into it. “Here, get a whiff of this literal blast from the past.” Bud quickly brings his cupped fart right under my nose, giving me a nose-full of his rank ass fumes, making me gag.

Bud laughs and then his eyes light up. “Hey I got an idea.” Bud moves the cocktail table out of the way, emptying the middle of the room. “Let’s have a rematch.”

I’m unsure about this. “I don’t know man. Last time we were in the same weight class. I don’t think that’s the case anymore.” I say, trying to be delicate.

Bud rolls his eyes before giving his beer belly a smack, making it ripple. “No need to sugar-coat it Travis, I’ve gotten fat. But that just means you have more speed and stamina than me. Come on Travis, don’t tell me you’re scared.” 

I never, ever back down from a challenge. “Let’s go” I take off my jacket, tie, and button up shirt so I’m only in my undershirt and slacks.

We get in our ready stance, face-to-face. Bud calls ‘go’ and we begin. Our arms lock together and I already can feel that Bud’s strength eclipses my own. I use my speed to my advantage and slip around him and wrap my arms around his upper arms and chest, bear-hugging him. 

At first I think I’ve got him but Bud ends that as he turns his head and gives me a sly grin. “You shouldn’t be back there Travis. With it just being the two of us, the Ass-assin doesn’t have to be sneaky. I can rip Bud Bombs loud and proud.”

I feel Bud push out his ass, pressing his bubbly rump against my midsection. PPPHHHHRRRTTTT

I grit my teeth as I feel him fart on me, and instantly smell his noxious fumes rise up to my nose. It’s torturous but I try to stay strong, keeping him locked in a bear-hug.

Bud snickers, “Haha, so you wanna try and ignore my farts? Then ignore this one” RRRRHHHHHHPPPPPRRRR. Bud rips a greasy fart on my midsection again. 

I release Bud and step back, gagging on his atrocious gas. Bud turns around with a cocky grin. “You’re in for a rare treat Travis. You get to wrestle the Ass-assin when he doesn’t have to be subtle. Lucky you.”

This immediately turns into a one-sided match, with the Ass-assin owning me. He keeps trapping me in one hold after another and farting on my body. 

Bud puts me in an arm bar, farting on my shoulder. He then puts me in a body scissor, farting on my stomach. Then he puts me in a Boston crab, farting on my lower-back. And then he puts me in a headscissor, farting on the back of my head. 

Bud’s straddling my chest, peering down at my face with a shit-eating grin. I’m exhausted and breathing heavily and unfortunately for me, the room is filled with Bud’s eggy farts. 

“Do you give up?” Bud asks, still grinning.

“Never!” I refuse trying to buck Bud off with what little strength I have left.

“Whelp then I guess you get to experience a move I made up that I used on my teammates to make ‘em suffer. Say hello to the Ass-assin’s toxic throne.” Bud may be bigger but he's fast as hell. In a blink of an eye, Bud spins around and I find his jean-clad, bulbous backside, lording over my face.

“Travis, be a pal and tell me when you're ready to surrender.” Bud says casually before abruptly sitting on my face. Smothering me under his fat cheeks.

FART “Oh” FART “Ah, that felt good” FART “Whoops, that was a wet one” FART “Oh yeah you smell that? That’s the smell of the undefeated Ass-assin” FART “Come on Travis, you can end this. Just give up” FART “Do you really wanna be smelling this all night… GGH” 

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFGGGGGGLLLLLTTTTTTTTT

Bud rips fart after fart on my trapped face. My nose and lungs are burning from his vile ass gas. I can’t handle it, I start rapidly tapping his thigh. “I give, I give!” I yell, muffled beneath his meaty globes. As I yell, Bud gifts my open mouth with a couple of poots.

Bud laughs as he gets off of me and helps me up. He gives me a slap on the back, “Nice try Travis but the Ass-assin is still undefeated.”

Cough-cough “For now, but I’ll beat you next time” I vow through a coughing fit, making Bud smile.

“Oh I like you Travis I can tell we’ll be good friends.” His smile then turns a little mischievous, “And I can tell that you and my ass will be even closer friends.” Bud says before spinning around, hiking up a leg, and farting on my hip.  

Bud laughs and nods his head towards the couch. “Come on, let’s play a game.” 

I take a seat on the couch while he starts up the game console. “It’s a one-player game, but do you wanna play Mutant Invasion with me? I’m stuck on the first boss. Have you played it before?”

Have I played it? I helped develop the game. But I don’t tell him that. It’s a first-person shooter where you're trying to escape a city of flesh eating mutants.

Bud sits next to me and loads his last game save. 10 minutes in, “See, this first boss keeps killing me. I keep running out of ammo and my headshots do no damage.” He complains as he’s killed again.

I immediately see the problem. I take the controller from him and reload his save. “You’re not actually shooting his head. That’s just a lump of flesh on top of his shoulders. His actual head is protruding from his back.” I explain as I have the character round the boss and shoot at the glowing face on his back. 

It takes a minute but I kill the boss and Bud’s overjoyed. “You fucking did it man” he cries shaking me by my shoulders, “Come on lets keep playing.” and we do.

This may be a single-player game, but we get competitive. Whenever one of us dies, we pass the controller. I had a hand in making the game, but I’m no savant. However, I do much better than Bud. Bud gassily shows he’s a sore loser whenever he hands over the controller.

“Here take the controller, and take this too” Bud leans to the side, away from me, aiming his ass at me and farting. 

“How the hell was I supposed to escape that explosion? Maybe you can show me how by escaping my butt bomb.” Bud shifts around, kneeling on the couch, with his back facing me. Bud arches his back, sticking his bubble butt out, at me, and farts, spraying me with his skunky fumes. 

“Oh you thought me getting headshotted was funny? Let's see how you like it.” Bud stands up and spins around. He then bends over at the waist, extending his big butt into my face and farts.

After an hour of playing we choose to stop. I decide to confess my secret to Bud, but not with words. I head to the main menu and click Play Credits. Bud asks ‘What I’m doing?’ but I remain quiet. I point at the screen when ‘Lead Level Designer’ scrolls up and underneath that is Travis Wright.

I smirk at Bud. Bud looks offended but it’s obvious he’s trying to hold back a smile. “Haha, you fucking cheater.” Bud accuses, cackling.

Still smirking, I shrug, “What? It’s your fault for not asking if I helped make the game.”

Bud playfully growls as he gets up and stands in front of me. He then spins around and climbs backwards onto the couch, bracketing my thighs with his feet.

I’m laughing as I shove against Bud’s upper thighs, trying to stop him from pressing his jeans-covered, bubbly rump against my face. I’m only slowing him down as his huge ass comes closer and closer to my face by the second.

My nose is nearly touching the seam of his jeans, wedged in his butt crack. I can feel the heat emitting from his bulbous ass, warming my face.

With a powerful thrust backwards with his hips, Bud shoves my hands out of the way and once again smothers my face with his meaty ass-mounds. My head’s now trapped in between his titanic ass and the headrest of the couch. I’ve got no ways of escape.

“Oh yeah, the only thing cheaters win around here is a faceful of my ass gas” PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVMMMMMM

“You know what I like to say? Liar, liar I’m about to light your nose hairs on fire.” BBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLKKKKKKKKGGGGGGGG

“Oh, I feel a biggie coming. I bet your older brothers can’t rip ass like this.” FFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

“You really need to introduce me to your brothers so we can have a fart competition. I need to prove to you that I’m your one and only Fart King. And no one can hold a candle to me.” RRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMM-LLLLLLLLLKKKKKKKKK-OOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAA-RRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFF-DDDDDDDDDDTTTTTTTT

Bud launches numerous monstrous farts pointblank in my face. His repulsive intestinal gas has me dry-heaving once he gets off my face. 

Bud’s cackling villainously as he climbs off me and the couch. “Oh wait, I’m not finished bro. Here comes the runt of the litter.” Bud pushes his ass out and rips a quick little poot in my face.

Bud laughs as I groan from his newest butt burp. He takes a few steps forward and wafts his butt fumes towards my face.

“Fuck man, I think I’m going to be sick.” I bemoan.

“Hehe, just count yourself lucky that our friendship is just beginning. If we knew each other longer I would have done this to you bare-assed.” Bud laughs again as he sees me shudder.

I’m about to reply when we hear something strange going on downstairs. Since I entered the room, we could hear music playing downstairs, in the background, but it’s stopped. Then we here some guy shout ‘Fuck You!’ and Bud and I know that we need to head downstairs. 

I put on my button-up and Bud throws on a shirt and we race downstairs. We find a disheveled looking guy, who’s obviously drunk, standing in front of the front-door with a beer bottle in his hand. 

Everyone’s giving him a wide berth except for our wives who are standing together, in front of him. “You need to leave Shaun. You weren’t invited here. And we’ve let you go from the company.” Elyese orders.

“Fuck you” he slurrs/yells while pointing at Elyese, “And fuck this bitch for taking my job.” He finishes, pointing at my wife. 

As soon as he calls my wife that, I see red. I walk right up to him and punch him in the face, knocking him on his ass. I kneel over him, grab him by the shirt and rear my fist back to punch him again, but someone grabs my arm, stopping me. I look up and see it’s Bud.

He shakes his head and says quietly, so only I can hear, “No, if you get blood on our rug my wife will kill all three of us. We’ll take him out back and deal with him.” He says with a nasty little smirk. I give him a nod, really liking the sound of that idea.

Bud turns around to address Elyese. “Honey, we're going to take this guy outside and fix him up before sending him on his way. Enjoy the rest of your party.” Elyese looks suspicious but gives him a smile and thanks us both.

I grab one arm and Bud grabs the other and we drag him out the front door. We continue to drag him around the side of the house and into the backyard. Bud steers us to a secluded bench in the backyard, hidden within a ring of tall and thick bushes.

Bud roughly sits him on the bench making him grunt. He then looks at me and orders, “Stand behind the bench and hold him by the shoulders. Keep him still. I’ve got something for him far worse than just beating the shit out of him.” 

I’m pretty sure I know what Bud’s up to and I’m all for it. I stand behind this ‘Shaun’ guy and grab him by the shoulders. Bud walks in front of him and spins around, showing off his boulder-sized butt cheeks, accentuated by his jeans. 

“Wh-what’s going on?” Shaun drunkenly slurs.

Bud doesn’t answer, he just starts unbuttoning his jeans, and then he reaches back and pulls the back of them down, just beneath his ass. Bud’s blubbery mounds pour out the confines of his jeans and wobble menacingly within a foot of Shaun’s face.

“Hey, hey” Shaun cries and tries to stand up but I shove him back down. Bud starts to back up bringing his meaty posterior closer to Shaun’s face.

“You’re ass was fucking rude to my wife, so now my ass is going to show you the same kind of rudeness.”

Shaun brings up his hands to stop Bud’s ass from reaching his face but it doesn’t even slow Bud down. Shaun's fingers just sink into Bud’s doughy globes and the next thing he knows his face is buried in between Bud’s bubbly ass-slabs. 

I hear Shaun yelling but Bud’s ass fat is muffling his words. Bud snickers as he starts rocking his ass from left to right, swallowing Shaun’s face deeper into his seemingly, bottomless ass crack.

Bud looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a devilish grin. “Oh I feel his nose against my asshole Travis. My bare-assed butt bombs are far worse than just kicking his ass. Back in college, victims I farted on bare-assed, to this day, still complain that my ass fumes are baked into their pores.” 

Bud curls his hands into fists and grits out. “Why simply give him a broken lip that’ll heal in a week, when his face can reek of my ass for the rest of his life… GGH” BBBBBBBBOOOOO-LLLLLLPPPPP-MMMMMNNNNNN

“Oh yeah, open that mouth stink-bitch. Imma take a shit on that tongue you used to disrespect our wives… FGH” VVVVVVVVVGGGGGGGG-KKKKKKKKHHHHHH-PPPPPPPPPBBBBBBB

Bud looks back with a frown as Shaun tries to pull his face out of his ass. “Oh no you don’t! Travis shove him back in there. I ain’t finished melting off his face.”

“You got it Bud.” I grab the back of Shaun’s head and guide his face back into Bud’s ass crack. Bud’s globes are so big that only the back of his head and the back of my hand are still visible. Even the tips of my fingers are wedged in Bud’s bountiful, toxic trench.

Bud scrunches up his face and strains out, “Ngh… Here it comes. Oh and sorry Travis, your fingers are probably going to stink for a while after this… UGH”

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB

I go slack-jawed as Bud rips a 5 minute long fart, point-blank in Shaun’s face. Bud’s ohing and ahing as the noxious vapors continuously flow from his asshole. I cringe as some of the stink seeps out and reaches my nose. It smells of digested meat, a musky gym locker-room, and sulfur.

Shaun stands no chance against this massive butt bomb. He passes out halfway through. That doesn’t deter Bud from continuing to rip this monster in Shaun’s face. 

Bud sighs in relief and wipes his forehead of sweat, but keeps Shaun’s face wedged deep in his big ass. 

“Hey Travis, can you call him an Uber while my butt keeps him entertained” Bud asks as he poots on his unconscious victim’s nose.

With Shaun unconscious, I take my hands off of him and order him an Uber. “It’ll be here in 10 minutes.” I inform Bud.

“Perfect, enough time for me to permanently ingrain my butt fumes into this stink-bitch’s face.” Bud says as he places his hands on his knees and starts swaying his titanic rump from side to side, taking Shaun’s trapped face along for a ride.

For the next 10 minutes Bud keeps ripping short, trumpeting farts in Shaun’s face. I lose count but it’s well over 100. I’m both impressed and frightened of Bud’s gassy nature.

When the Uber’s near, Bud picks up Shaun and slings him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. As we make our way around to the front, Bud makes sure to poot in his victim’s face with every step. He smirks back at me since he’s also crop-dusting me as well. 

Shaun’s waking up as soon as the Uber arrives. Bud quietly threatens him to never even think of coming near our wives or he’ll take a literal shit on his face. And with that he tosses him into the back seat and they’re off.

As we watch them pull off, Bud tosses and arm over my shoulders. I reciprocate, tossing my arm over his. I don’t know why, but me and Bud just click. I haven’t had a best friend in a while but I have no doubt in my mind that Bud’ll be mine very soon.

“Damn, Travis you're fun to hangout with and you’ve got my back. Plus you don’t run away from my Bud Bombs like those lightweight dudes in there.” He nods his head towards his house, where the party's still going on.

“I feel it in here man” He slaps his big hand over his heart, “We’re going to be best bros.”

I nod, “Hell yeah man I was just thinking the same thing.” I then smirk at him and shake my head, “But damn Bud, I can’t believe that huge, long-ass fart you ripped in that fucker’s face. It was epic!” I praise.

Bud shrugs, “It was alright, I’ve ripped bigger butt bombs. In fact I feel one of ‘em coming.” Bud gives me an ominous grin and I know that doesn’t bode well for me. “And it’s just for you bro” 

With that Bud swivels his hips and presses his ample, meaty rump against my hip.

FFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLVVVVVVVVVVVVVHHHHHHHHHHKKKKKKKKKKKKPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Bud rips a behemoth of a fart on me. I try to pull away but Bud tights his arm around my shoulder to keep me close and backs up to keep his ass pressed against me. I cringe and bear it as Bud vents nearly 10 minutes of his ass fumes on me.

By the end I’m coughing and my eyes are watering as Bud’s noxious butt vapors envelope us, surrounding us in a massive fart cloud. 

“Jeez Bud, that was awful.” I complain. Bud starts snickering, making me worried.

“Well bad news Travis. That was only the warm up. GGH… And here comes the guest of honor… NGH”

FFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPP-BBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLVVVVVVVVVVVTTTTTTTT-WWWWWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFF

"This is life"

Tags: Male tfs, dumbification, IQ loss, fart kink, burp kink.

"Now this Is life" i said to myself while entering to my apartament. Since i gave that potion to my big brother, im living like a man should.

See, my big brother was always too polite, to strict, like an adult, i Guess he took the dad role since my dad leave us, so even when were just us two, it was like living with an stric dad.

"Dont leave the dirty clothes in the floor" "Dont Belch at the table!" "No marihuana!" "Clean the toilet seat, u gross!"

I was so sick of It. So i check and check in the weirdest places of the internet until i found a site that said that rigthfully could change peoples personality. It looked like a scam... But was worth trying. Just 3 days after a package arrived.

"Only put this oil in a drink, put some scent of the person you wanna 'the turned' be like, and then make sure 'the turned' drink It" - said the handmade intructions.

I put some soda in a glass, the oil and... Why not? I take my undies off and dip it in the drink for half of minute, then just left the wet undies in a corner of the room.

I gave it to my brother saying it was an 'Peace offer', he was surprised, and took it with an smile. First sip. All ok. Second sip. Confused face. Third sip...

- It tastes a little bit fu-UUUUURRRP - his talking turned into a big, deep, belch, he got Blushed - oh, excuse m-EEEEERRP AURRRP- You little fuck! What did You put in my drink!?

- Just something... To relax you

He tried to get up from the couch but when he bend, a Big, rumbly and smelly fart came out from his ass, he was looking shock.

- Good one bro! -told Him.

- Haha i know - he said, then he realiced - wait, what? No! That was gro-UUUUUAAARRRRRRRP - He Belched again- that was a combo! - he laughed

- Exactly! Why don't you finish your drink? Full that Tank of combos, big bro

He looked confused for a moment, like trying to remenber something, but at the end he shrugged and drank the rest of his drink, sealing his new personality.

- The first one is coming lil bro - he said with a lower tone, then he Open his mouth and...- UUUUUUUUUARRRRRRP -lifted his leg and- PFFFFFFRRTRTTTTTFFFRT

We both laugh together, which wasnt usual. Since that day things changed, no more scolding, no more laundry or cleaning, deliveries instead of cooking, gym and no showers, weed and beers everytime we want, burping and farting on the table or any other place, even each other faces. I never tough we could get a long this good... And i Guess we couldnt, my new brother is basically a copy of me, thats why we finally get along but... Who cares?

"Now this Is life" i said to myself while entering with wings for lunch to our messy, smelly apartament, the familiar stench says hi to me and i breath it happily.

- Finally broski, i was hungry so had to eat pizza while waiting - he said

- Still have room for the wings?

He lied on his chair, lifted a leg and rip a a lot of farts out, the stench quickly take over the room, and i just laugh while fan away the stench with my hands.

- Now i do - he said with a smile

Man, this is life.

"Influencing influencers"

Im Byron, im kinda popular on the media, wouldnt call myself an influencer but at least an small celebrity for certain people: gay guys. Im popular between gay guys.

Then there is this guy, Tod, he do Is an influencer, another gay guy pretty popular, and we have done some colaboration videos, thanks to this i got a bit of highlights recently, getting more followers, but just some days ago Tod posted something off, at least for his usual:

Fart jokes? Superhero referentes? Both together!? Really weird if you ask me to. The situation got weirder when a lot of popular guys from the "gymbro side" of the media started comenting, celebrating his video... And he wrote back, in the weirder way posible:

"@markobroskii: Sick Bro! Superman Is next

@Tody_yourguy: Aded to the list broski!"

Didnt tought too much about It until he post a video that made my jaw drop:

He wasnt just wearing clothes that didnt match his usual but he was in the lingerie zone playing with the undies, saying he was making the zone 'More enjoyable to the View"

That sell the deal. I send his a message and went to his place to check on him.

In the way to his place i saw his @ on media changing to @Tod_thebro.

Wtf!?

When arrived, i notice diferences since he open the door, he stank!

- Jesus! Tod, thats your smell!?

- Yeah, some bro scent, go ahead bro, take a sit - he said With a voice that sounded diferent, he was talking with this "Frat Bro" acent we used to laugh about.

His apartament was now a mess, full of empty - and not so empty - pizza boxes, empty beer cans, dirty clothes, and sticky looking socks... He offer me a beer from a brand i didnt knew, but i'm not really a drinker so maybe thats why. I took it just to be polite, took some sips... Wasnt that bad.

Tried to find the cleanest place and thats where i sat.

- Sup bro, what did you wanna talk about?

- Well... About this... - I said looking around -Whats happening? First that gross fart video - I saw him chuckle when i mentioned that - then that also gross video on the lingerie store and Now... Look at your apartament, what hapened?

- I woke up bro - thats his only answer.

- Huh?

- I realice that gay life wasnt right for me

- What the fuck you- he interupt me

- Going to the gym, no worries about skin care routine - he keep talking - no worries even about showers, not washing my butt every-time-i-have-a-date - he said that words sounding indeed really sick of it- or not washing my butt at all, no using it for please other guys, just using it for this:

After saying that he lifted a leg and rip a long, smelly and loud fart

PRRRRRRFFFFFFFTTTFFFF the fart resonated for all the place, stinking everything, i had to cover my nose inmediatly, which make Tod laugh.

- Tod, theres no way to go straight, u have always been against that believe!

- Used to, but theres way, and you Will UAAARP agree soon

- What do you mean? - i said confused, and a bit of worried

- See, my awaking start when i had the first can of a beer from this weird brand a hot masc guy gave me, that same beer you are drinking now

Oh fuck.

- Oh n-OOUUUURRRRRP

- It's already starting, bro

- Theres no way, uh-PRRRRRRFFTTTFFFF

Tod was smiling with and almost evil smile, chugged a can of beer, belched and said: Cheers bro.

While here, I was burping non-stop, feeling my brain a bit foggy... Why I was worried about?

...

@ morningboy💕:

Oh!, Byron finally posted something, and it looks like a colab with Tod! Maybe he make him come back to his senses, all his 'turning straight' story really afect to the community.

Anyways lets see the video...

Ok, that outfit was a choice, Byron - I tough

Keep watching.

Oh... Oh no, is Byron having a fart contest with Todd!?

This feels wrong... Wait! Why his user just changed to @Byb-ronski...

"My brother's stench"

Tags: Possesion, gay to straight, fart/burpkink.

Rewrite by me.

⬆️ (The couple before the possesion)

"Bro, please wash my boyfriend's body. I'm begging you."

My brother had always been skinny. So when he saw my boyfriend's big, beefy body, he was jealous. He was so jealous that he decided to cast a spell on him and possess him.

So now I am forced to live with that idiot inside my boyfriend's body. He's acting all gross, doing things my boyfriend would never do; He's flexing my boyfriend's muscles With that damn cocky attitude and downing beers by the dozen. All he does is scratch his smelly balls and watch football all day. It's gross to see my boyfriend acting so... straight.

"Sure, bro... Eventualy." He scrawled his ass and smelled his hand. "This still smells like spring." I watch him with disgust while he says, "For real, take a whiff," trying to put his hand on my nose, i yell and fight his hand.

"Fuck you!" I was full of rage. But his only response was

"Look, some spring breeze." Then he lifts a leg and lets out a big, loud, smelly fart.

PPPPRRRRRRRRRRRFFFT

"What the fuck!" I said, covering my nose, "That's the grossest fart I have ever smelled."

"Thank you," he said while laughing with my boyfriend's cute laugh, but in a lower, dumber tone.

He takes pleasure in my disgust. I just know it. Sometimes I try to not show it; maybe that way he will stop doing it, but he just finds the way.

The other day, at breakfast, I said nothing when he talked while eating or when he farted in the middle of the meal just to laugh and keep eating. I thought that was enough for him to stop trying, but when he finished his gross breakfast - just cold pizza from the fridge and beer- he smiled, took me with my boyfriend's arms and pushed me up against the wall just to let out a deep burp

"OOOOOUUURRRP!" and then blew the fowl stench into my face.

When he watches sports on TV, he will lift his butt to one side, laugh, and yell "Protein fart!" With that damn dumb voice as he lets out a long, groaning, hot stench that makes my eyes water. He's turned my sweet boyfriend into a disgusting monster.

With each day that passes, I'm scared that I'm never going to get my real boyfriend back. I don't want to live with my big, smelly, oaf of a brother anymore.

Today I arrived at the apartment, and I saw a girl leaving the place. "Oh no, he didn't..." I open the door just to see my boyfriend's body getting dressed.

"DID YOU JUST FUCK A GIRL IN MY BOYFRIEND BO-" he interrupts me.

"I can't believe he used this to fuck," he says while slapping his buttcheeks. "Instead of this,"  he says, touching his bulge.

"I swear to God, if you don't give my boyfriend his body back, I'm going to kill your real body," I said to my brother.

"Do it. That way, I'm staying here forever," he says while looking at 'his' muscles in the mirror. "Wouldn' complain"

"AHHHHHHH," I just scream, not realizing there were even tears coming from my eyes. "Why don't you just leave me alone? If you are staying with my boyfriend's body, do it; I give up, but just not in front of me. Leave."

He looks at me a bit concerned for the first Time since he stole my boyfriends Body.

"Ok, let's make a deal," he says. "I will give your boyfriend's body back." My eyes get illuminated. Just for a second, then he says "But if you lend your body to my buddy Logan, he doesn't have a place to stay; when he does, he's moving to his body and to his apartment, and so I am; we are going to be roomies."

"No way I am letting your gross friend take over my body!" I told him, terrified.

"I thought you wanted your boyfriend back."

"I do! But-"

But he interrupts me.

"Thats the only deal I'm making, Lil Bro." 

...

"Bro-UAAARRRRP," says Logan in my body between burps "I can't get over how good your broski body is. There were bunches of girls looking at me today!, Well... maybe also cause I was farting in public, but you know how those protein farts are."

"I know, and can you believe they were wasting those bodies fucking each other?" My brother says, and Is so morbid to see my boyfriend body saying It.

"What a bunch of losers." Logan says, I say.

This has been a hell, just a week since my brother's friend, Logan, took over my body, and I have been able to see, hear, smell, hear, and feel everything Logan does, but not control anything. I'm like a parasite in my own body.

I feel my terrible stench but can't make my body go to take a shower, and it seems like Logan Is on the way for a third day without one. I can feel his gas on comand everytime they do their 'protein farts contest' and I cant do anything besides lifting a leg to liberate all that stench.

"But we are not losers, Bro," my brother says. "Why don't we call some girls to have a great night?"

Oh no. Oh no. I can feel all that Logan feels in my body. He cant be with a woman. I try to scream, to yell to say no. But when Logan opened our mouth, the only thing that came out was: "OUUAAAAAAAARRP," a loud, smelly burp. "Hell yeah, Bro."

"Also," Logan keeps talking as he and my brother pose together—in mine and my boyfriend's bodies—for a picture for a Tinder profile. "Shouldn't we start to look for our apartment?"

"Sure, bro... we will, eventualy," he says, looking straight into my body's eye, and I just know he's talking not to Logan but to me.

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Hope you enjoyed.

This Is a longer version, re imaginated by me of one of my favorite transformation caption ever:

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Dansformations!

I wanna re write this cause is so good but so short but the acount is deactivated so can't ask for permission 😭

"The new gerent"

Tags: fart fetish, IQ loss, dumbification.

I wasn't going to let him win me that job position.

I've been trying hard to be the manager of the company for years, and now this idiot comes along to be the new favorite.

I'd like to say that David just got here because of his influences, or thanks to his perfect body or his attractive face and not because of his intellect and preparation, but... He is all of the above!

It's like a slap in the face to have him around, reminding you how perfect he was.

So when I heard that they were going to announce the new manager and the rumors said it would be David... I started to act. I got a substance on the internet that said that excessive consumption caused a great loss of IQ - besides other side effects i don't even bother to read - and I started adding it to his coffee every day.

At first I didn't see any results, but over time it was noticeable that David was more distracted, little by little I heard rumors that his sales were going down, over time hearing him laugh out loud from his desk became more and more common, which got the rest of the employees confused.

One day I decided to go over to see the reason for his laughter and found David with headphones on, watching a compilation of guys farting caught on door cameras.

- Oh buddy - he said while scratching his crotch - Do you want to see? It's hilarious - he asked me genuinely.

I smiled mischievously.

- No thanks, I came to ask if you wanted coffee.

I continued to administer the formula and quickly the noises coming from his desk were no longer just laughs.

OUUUrrrARRRRRRRP

PRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFT

UAAAArRrrp

Burping and farting noises echoed from his office, making all the staff turn to look at him with concern and surprise, except for me, I couldn't help but look with satisfaction, every burp, every fart from David, was one more step from me towards management.

It got to the point where David was just watching videos at his desk, farting, burping, wiping his nose, and annoying the rest of the employees with all of the above, who were quick to complain, the enchantment with David was over.

Soon they announced the new management; me, obviously.

The day I occupied my spacious dream-like new office, I was told that I would be assigned an assistant to share the space with.

"Even an assistant!? This is what I deserve" I thought, until...

PPPrrrRFFFFttttTTTTT

I heard a long and loud fart from the other side of the door and soon David entered, happily, with each step bouncing his perfect - fart machine - ass.

"Empty the tank before entering, boss," he told me straight away as he started to put his stuff on his desk.

"No... It can't be possible" I thought. "David will be my assistant!?"

- Ready to team up? - he asked me while scratching his butt with his hand inside his underwear and then extending his hand waiting for a shake.

I tried to ask for a change but they said they always choose the one who gave the second best results for being the 'right hand' of the gerent, and at the time it was David.

I'm cursed.

Now I have to spend the rest of my days working at this company - which I expected to be my job until I retired - with a guy who doesn't seem to be able to not fart for more than 15 minutes, and at this point most seem to be okay with it, they laugh with him about it, they love him again! I guess it's funny when you can see it and then you can go back to your office, but stops being funny when you have to hear it, smell it or even feel it! for your entire work shift!

At least he can still bring me coffee...

*David's Pov*

I smile proudly as I watch all my office bros laugh at my best trick: farting while shaking my butt. They love it!

"Oh shit, the boss's coffee!"

I finish with the copies and go back to the kitchen for the cup of coffee, while I'm there I take out a small bottle with a green liquid that I took from the boss's things and pour some into his coffee. I don't know what sweetener it is, but I know it's one of the boss's favorites, he always made the coffee he brought me with a bit of it, so he must love it, I'll make sure I never forget it!

- UuUARRRRRRRFRrrrp - i burped - ugh, those eggs from my breakfast are kicking in

- PRRRRFFFFFFFFT - followed by a big fart - okay, back to work.

Reposting Stories:

So even though the original blogs were deleted, the stories are still up via reblogs. I will repost them here so its easier to keep track of but Im glad that they werent completely taken downaybe silly but I love that I found a "community" who I can bond with over our love for all things nasty and stinky

Not a road trip but I do remember ripping ass in my best friend's car and it fucking stunk. Made the whole air rank with like...I guess eggy or broccoli like? Hard to describe but it was a disgusitng smell only I could love. So yeah he was pissed because it was in the middle of winter and it was near 0 or below so we only cracked the windows a bit. Car stunk for 15 min even with the windows open because as cold as it was, there wasn't enough wind to carry my stink away. I was proud of my ass that day.

Imagine your otp going on a long road trip somewhere. On the road, they’re forced to eat at greasy fast food restaurants since they can’t find any others. This causes them both to have enormous amounts of gas, and they take pleasure in keeping the windows up and making the car a noxious dutch oven for the whole trip.

Caught Behind the Bar

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

~3k words

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I texted that bit of the convo to Jesse too.

Jesse: holy shittt dude you gotta take a pic

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

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

Again, I smiled. I kept drinking my beer.

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

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

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

“H,huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, you guys said that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you see in front of you?”

“Your asshole, sir,”

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

My heart was racing. “Yes sir.”

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

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

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

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

“Yes sir.”

“Perfect. Let’s start.”

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

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

PRRRRPRRPRPP

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

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

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

PPTPTTTT

Another chuckle. “Hold on, hold on,”

PRTRPTRPTRPTR

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

“How do you feel, fag?” Danny asked.

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

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

“Yes sir,”

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

“Can you even take it?”

“I don’t know,”

“First time for everything.”

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

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

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

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

I blinked, “Thanks.”

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

The Human Chair

Warning; LONG (~8.5K words) and not including a "keep reading" link in case this blog goes down some day :/

An old story of mine that's floating around here on tumblr already but hosted on one of my blogs that got deleted, here it is again in case & to find it easier;

John was sitting at his armchair in his living room, thinking for a long while. Would it work well? He thought it would. He looked up at the clock and saw the time. It was a quarter to 3. If the guy who emailed him was serious about this, he would be getting off the train at 3:15. John got up, grabbed his coat, and left his house.

The train pulled into the station. People got out. John sat in his car, waiting for the guy who had reached out to him. He stepped off the train, just as he said he would. He was short, a scrawny nerdy looking guy with blond hair and glasses, not too shabby an outfit. Sweater over a shirt and khakis. He was probably a tech guy. He was scanning the parking lot for John’s car, and when he saw it, he paused. Maybe he was second guessing? Whatever nerves had caused him to pause, he dropped them and walked toward John’s car, a slight tremble in his steps. In that moment, John felt the urge to fart. He held it in. John’s cock was hard in his pants.

“Ben?” He rolled down the window.

“Yeah, John?” He gulped.

“Come in.”

He got into the car and buckled his seatbelt, “Thanks for picking me up,”

“Yeah of course. Besides, no offense, but I don’t give my address out to people who might flake.” He turned out of the parking lot, “You still want to do this?”

“Yeah,” Ben was smiling wide. He thought John looked even hotter in person; rugged black hair and scruff, a strong physique…he had seen naked pictures and knew he was hairy under those clothes.

“Good. Do you want lunch or anything?” John gave out a little laugh, “Will probably be your last good meal for a while,”

“No it’s ok, I ate before I got on the train,” Ben was shaking now. John grimaced. He didn’t want to bring this stranger to his house if he started having doubts and backing out. But there was not much he could do. In the email, he was clear that Ben was allowed to say no at any point before they start. After they started, Ben would have no choice. That part turned Ben on, he’d said.

They reached his house. It was an ordinary single story house. It didn’t stand out from the others in the neighborhood. It had a chimney, but John didn’t use the fireplace for years.

“You know, I’m still surprised that you found my ad,” John said as they got out of the car. “I thought that site would have taken it down by now.”

“Nope, it’s, uh, still up.” Ben had gone quiet in the car. John could tell he was nervous. Once they got into the house, Ben asked “Ok so, where is it?”

John smiled again. Maybe the nerves were because of excitement. “Follow me.”

He brought him into the living room. It was relatively small. His armchair was against one wall. The couch was against the other. Three large windows looked into the back yard. Across from the armchair was the TV. John gestured toward the armchair, “Here it is, just like I told you.”

Ben was trembling a lot now, and he looked at the chair, his eyes glued to the seat. “It really works the way you said, in the email?” His voice was faint.

“Yep. I’ll go over just to be clear,” With a grunt, he pulled the chair away from the wall. Ben couldn’t believe what he was looking at. It was exactly as it was in the pictures. The same pictures he had been jerking off to for the past week.

It was a large square hole in the wall. John had explained that it was where the fireplace used to be, but he didn’t want to pay extra for gas so he had it removed. Instead of patching up the wall, he left the hole. He’d also done a lot of DIY. He expanded the back of the wall, which took some space out of his bedroom closet but he didn’t mind that. He built a small drain that went down into the house’s sewage pipes. Just above that was a long board with wheels, what resembles a hospital gurnee. There were straps around it. There was also a hole in the middle of the board.

“Alright,” John sighed, his arms on his waist, “So…to recap. You’ll lay down here. I’ll strap your arms, ankles, legs, and chest in so you can’t move. You’ll be naked and your ass will go in that hole. I’ll put a funnel system around your dick and under your ass. That way, you don’t have to come out for the restroom or anything, you can just go into that hole. Kind of gross but it takes care of that problem at least.”

Ben gulped, “Ok,”

“You’ll be completely strapped and so, won’t move around. Then, I”ll put the chair over you. As I showed you,” He gestured toward the back of the chair, the bottom of it was hollowed out, “I fixed this old armchair up so that the cushion has a rim-chair built into it. When I put the chair back in place, I will turn the knobs on the gurnee and it will lift you up so that your face is at the seat level. See?” He unveiled the top of the seat, which looked like a normal cushion at first but turned out to be a thin fabric hiding the rim-chair. “Your face will be in that hole. And…uh, yeah that’s it. I’ll sit on your face as long as I want.”

Ben’s heart was pounding. John continued, “This fabric is in case I have friends over. Which I will, tomorrow night. I invited some buddies to come watch the game. Don’t worry, none of them will be sitting in this seat. Your face belongs to my ass only,” He smiled wide, “Just as I said in my emails, when you are my chair, you have no rights. You cannot say you want out at any time. If I need to fart, I’m farting up your nose. If I want my hole licked, I’ll sit on you naked and that will be your only cue. The only time you matter is when I ask if you are hungry or thirsty, and I’ll give you food and water. Otherwise, you don’t give me instructions. I’m not interested in conversation, because I don’t talk to chairs. If you are uncomfortable and want me to loosen the straps, too bad. If you’re sick of my farts, too bad. As we agreed, you belong to me for the next 48 hours. There are no safe words. If you want out now, I’ll take you back home. But the minute I put you in the wall is the minute you belong to me. If at any point in the next 48 hours you want to stop, and go home…too bad. My ass is your home until the weekend’s over. Do you understand?”

Ben’s face was white. He’d been jerking off to this kind of fantasy for so long, and when he found John’s ad online, he couldn’t contain his excitement. But now that he was in the house, he was terrified. It was too real for him. What if he hated it? What if in the very first minute he hates it after all? He’d never done something like this before. He’d never actually been smothered under a man’s ass, he’d never sniffed farts, never done anything kinky like this. If it turns out he doesn’t like it…he’ll be stuck as a human chair for two days.

“Do you understand?” John was deliberate.

“Yes sir,” Ben gulped, “I…I’m sorry this is just so hardcore…I’ve heard of people doing these things but I haven’t really done BDSM stuff with anyone,”

“Do you want to call it quits?” John asked again. “I won’t be mad.” That wasn’t entirely true. He would be annoyed and disappointed if the only person who responded to his ad decided to say no at the literal last minute. He’d been dying to try out his new toy for months. But he was still a good guy. He wouldn’t pressure anyone into doing it. In the emails, Ben seemed very excited. Maybe he was more in love with the idea of being a human chair than actually doing it. John would cut him slack since he has never dipped into bondage play before.

And Ben was nervous. He stared at the hole for a long time. The silence was more awkward with each passing second. Finally he took a deep breath, “No, I…I’m ready.”

“Ok. Take off your clothes.”

Ben stripped. As he undressed, his face was flushed. John seemed like a nice guy over their email conversation. But how could he put so much trust in a stranger on the internet? The only solace that Ben had was knowing that in these last few moments before they started, he was in complete control. At any second he could say “Nope” and go back home. But that window of time was getting smaller and smaller. John had pulled the gurnee out from the hole in the wall. There were seven straps. Two for each ankle, two for each wrist, one for his thighs, one for his chest, and one for the neck. There was a little padded indent at the front where his head would rest, two little rounded poles came up on either side. He didn’t know what they were for.

“Alright, if you are ready, lay down on your back.”

Ben stood in the living room naked. His cock had gone hard and was throbbing. He knew that once he was strapped in, he wouldn’t be able to touch himself at all for the whole weekend. That was part of the fun.

“And I’ll take your glasses for you,” He said. Ben took them off and handed them over. John asked, “can you see at all without these?”

“A little,” he shrugged, blinking, “I can’t see far away.”

“Ok. Not that it matters, you won’t be looking at anything but my asshole.” He picked up Ben’s clothes and put them on the table.

Ben sat down on the gurnee and got into position. Laying down, his ass was over the hole. When he had to go, he would just relieve himself into the tube that John would set up. That was the worst part, to him in the moment, thinking how disgusting and unhygienic it was. But he wouldn't have another choice. John had suggested wearing an adult diaper, but that sounded even worse.

Ben tightened the straps around his ankles. Then he tightened the strap over his thighs. Then, around his wrists. Ben’s heart was beating too fast. He tried to control his breathing. John tightened the strap over his chest. Almost as a reflex, Ben jerked his body a bit but he couldn’t move at all. Delicately, John guided Ben’s head down on the padding, and carefully wrapped the strap around his neck and tightened it just enough to keep him from moving his head up. Ben gulped, he felt the strap. He could still breathe fine at least. John moved over to fit a large tube over Ben’s dick, and pointed the other end of it down the hole in the gurnee between Ben’s legs. He set up a similar tube under Ben’s ass. Then, John turned some knob near Ben’s head, and the two poles on either side came together and pressed into his temples just above his ears. They weren’t tight, but they were set in place so Ben couldn’t turn his face to the side. He was completely immobile.

“Alright. This is your last chance,” John stood over him, his crotch was at the level of Ben’s face. From here, Ben saw John at a glorious angle. He looked so tall, buff, powerful, a dominant man. “Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this?”

Ben nodded as much as the poles and straps allowed him to, “Yes sir. I…I need to be your chair. It’s my destiny” Ben’s cock was throbbing against his belly.

John smiled widely. His crotch was bulging. He had been horny since they started talking online. “You have no idea how much I’m going to love this. This has been my fantasy for years but I couldn’t find guys who were into it. You’ll be my first chair. You should be honored.”

Ben gulped, his face was burning red, “I…I’m very honored sir. I hope I serve you well.”

“You only have three jobs once you’re in there,” John said, “First, sniff all of my farts. I don’t want to smell a single one. Second, eat out my asshole whenever I’m naked. Third, don’t talk unless you are asking for food and water.”

“…ok,” Ben’s voice had gone weak. He was starting to feel dread now. Excited and horny, but also dreading if he’d made the wrong choice. But it was too late to say anything. He had to go through with it. As he said, this weekend is his destiny now.

It was settled. John slowly pushed the gurnee into the old fireplace, lining it up right. He had sealed off the chimney long ago, so it wouldn’t be cold in there. Ben’s body was completely hidden in the wall. Only his head and shoulders were sticking out, held down on the gurnee. Using his feet, John kicked down the wheel stops so that the gurnee couldn’t move if Ben shook around. John then pushed the chair back in place against the wall. Then, he got on his knees and stuck his hand under the chair. He found another knob and twisted it a few times to lift the gurnee up. As promised, Ben’s nose peaked through the hole in the seat. John stood up, and saw through the built-in rim seat, Ben’s face was the only part of him exposed. John grabbed the fabric from earlier and reminded him, “This is only to cover you for when my friends are here tomorrow. Don’t worry, they won’t see you. But it is thin enough that my ass will mold over your face and you will still get to smell everything.”

“Um, John,” Ben was shivering, “can we…or, ok, wait, pause, can we just do this for maybe half an hour at first, just to test it so I can see what it’s like before we do the full two days,”

John burst out laughing. It sounded evil in the moment. Ben’s face went white this time, the same dread creeped back. John said “I just told you minutes ago that don’t have conversations with chairs. No normal person speaks to a chair. But since you’re new to this I’ll let it slide. Your time for negotiation is over. If you wanted to only do half an hour, you should have said so in the email. But nooo…you’re pathetic little dick was throbbing when I said 48 hours. Remember you told me that? Throbbing. You loved the time we picked. So I’m sticking with it. It is,” he looked at the clock, “4pm Friday. Meaning that you will be here until 4pm Sunday afternoon. And now I’m done talking to you.” He sighed. Ben was whimpering. He was afraid he’d made a terrible mistake.

“I have been holding this fart in since I picked you up from the train,” John smiled again, “And you’re going to vacuum suck it out of my jeans.” he turned around. His ass looked huge from this angle, and he slowly lowered it over Ben’s face. The cushion supported his butt cheeks, and lightly spread them in his pants. They molded over Ben’s face. John shifted around until he felt the tip of Ben’s nose wedge up against his asshole. Now John was shaking. His cock was hard. He gripped the armrests of the chair and pushed.

PPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRR

The fart came out much louder than he thought it would be. It vibrated deep into the chair. He burst out laughing. He felt Ben cry out into his ass, and he heard the gurnee wheels squeak. He was buckling around down there, making the gurnee shake a bit, but John knew it wouldn’t move. And he knew that there was nothing Ben could do to get his face out from his ass. The straps and post made it so he had no choice but to keep his head up, and if John wanted to fart directly into his nostrils, he could. And definitely would.

“Again, I’ll be nice since you’re new to this,” John cleared his throat, “You can’t be making any noise down there. The next 24 hours will be great practice for you to suck in my farts without freaking out and screaming.”

He felt Ben settle down, and felt him sniff and cough into his ass cheeks. John said, “Ok and also you really need to not cough or gag or anything. Anyway, now we can start for real.”

And with that, John stopped talking. Because why would he talk to a chair? He flipped on the TV and watched an old sitcom rerun. He felt a silent but deadly fart seep out and warm his butt. He shivered in delight, feeling extra comfortable in his new chair. If anyone else lived in the house with him, walking by they would just see John sitting in his favorite chair watching TV, and not think twice.

…

The next couple hours were uneventful. The sun set and it got dark in the house quick. John had some lights on and was still watching the show. At one point he got up to grab a bag of chips. As he stood up, he heard his chair coughing and sucking in fresh air. John laughed. In the kitchen he poured some chips into a bowl. Then he walked right back to the living room and sat down. Obedient so far. He didn’t have that much gas. Just a few short, quiet farts whispered out of his ass. They must have stunk pretty badly because each time, he felt muffled coughing against his butt cheeks, and heard the gurnee shake a bit. John had a huge smile on his face, and he was hard the whole time.

At around 7pm he turned off the TV, got up, and went to the kitchen to make some dinner. Nothing special. Leftover beef tacos. Even though it wasn’t healthy for him, he heated it up with a heaping handful of pre-shredded cheese. His grin was so wide. He’d mentioned in earlier emails that he was lactose intolerant, and that he would purposefully eat dairy so that he had more frequent and more foul smelling gas. In Ben’s reply, he said “my cock is drooling at the thought”. So, why not stick to his word? He’ll feel gross for the rest of the night, but at least John wouldn’t have to smell any of his own farts. He quietly ate his tacos in the kitchen, texting his friends about what beer he should get for the party tomorrow.

Closer to 8pm, he came back to the living room. He wanted so badly to look down at his chair again, but part of the fun was not acknowledging Ben as a person. He had to treat the chair like he would treat any other chair; with apathy, and disinterest. He sat back down, shifting a bit and feeling his cheeks separate so that Ben’s face wedged into his ass again. He puckered his hole to make sure that it was right over his nose.

“Ugh, I shouldn’t have put cheese in those tacos” he pretended he was talking to himself, “My ass is gonna be ripping up a storm tonight.”

He sat back and turned the TV on again. This time he watched the next episode of his favorite cop drama.

His guts gurgled. His dick got hard. He knew that his chair had heard the gurgling too. John could feel his face scrunch up, embracing for impact. He grunted,

PRPRRRRRT

A wet sounding fart sputtered out of his ass. John sighed. He felt the chair sniff, and then it made a violent gagging noise. Again, he felt the chair shake a little as Ben’s body jerked as a reflex. John held back laughter. His own lactose farts made him feel queasy. He couldn’t imagine how unbearable they had to be injected right up the nose. He looked at the clock. Only 45 more hours to go.

At 9pm he got up, and to his surprise, the chair spoke,

“John can we do a time out,”

“Huh?” He looked around, pretending that he was alone, “That’s funny, I could have sworn I heard someone speak even though there’s no other human in the house,”

“John I’m serious,” the chair pleaded, “Your farts stink really fucking bad, I need a break,”

John grit his teeth, and said, “Ok, quicktime out. Yeah, of course they stink. They’re farts. Not rose perfume. Second, you don’t get breaks, remember? You are my chair.”

“Yeah,” Ben’s voice was faint, defeated. They’d already talked about this at length over email, but it wasn’t until that moment that Ben had internalized the reality of it.

“Now, I’ve been way too nice to you so far,” John continued, “So if you speak without permission again, I’m not going to be nice. Ok?”

The chair didn’t say anything.

“Good chair.” John nodded. “You hungry?”

“Yes sir.”

John went into the kitchen to make food. Ben stared up at the ceiling, his whole body trembling. This was really happening. He couldn’t stand John’s noxious farts. Each one made him feel sick to his stomach. But he had no choice. Just as he promised, he was completely at the mercy of John’s ass. In the dark hole in the wall, a pearl of precum dripped out of Ben’s cock.

John came back with bowl of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. The smell of tacos when John got up earlier had made his stomach growl, and he wished he would have gotten more food than this. But he couldn’t complain. John had to spoon feed him the soup, and he tore the sandwich into small bites to drop into his mouth. Didn’t want to get the rest of the chair dirty. He then let Ben gulp down a glass of water.

Without asking if he was satisfied, John sat right back down in the chair. He had a devilish smile on his face, because he had been holding in more gas since he got up.

PRRPTRTTTTTTTTT

The fart sounded like it came from deep in his bowls. Again, he felt the chair jerking around under him. He continued to watch TV.

Close to 10pm, John turned the TV off and got up. He went into the bathroom, got undressed, and turned on the shower. He stood outside, waiting for the water to get hot. His body was covered in black hair, especially on his arms, legs, and ass cheeks. He got into the shower and started to shampoo his hair. He rinsed, put in some conditioner, and lathered his hands in body wash. He kept his ass sticking out of the shower curtain. He didn’t want a single drop of water to touch it. Why wash your ass in the shower when you had a chair with a built in asshole cleaner? Out of curiosity, he did two things. First, he brought his ass back into the shower, still away from the water, and ripped a fart. It echoed off the tiles. He sniffed the air. It was like old cheese in rotting egg salad. The stink actually made him gag. He started laughing. That was what he would be feeding his chair for the next few days. His cock was hard, but he decided to wait to take care of it.

The second thing he did, after he dried himself off, was to rub his index finger in his ass crack, then bring it up to his nose to smell. Not atrocious, but not…good. It’s a man’s ass at the end of the day, of course it wouldn’t smell good. Again he shivered. He washed his hands, then he brushed his teeth. He went into his room, still naked, and grabbed a blanket. Then he walked back to the living room.

His cock had gone down a bit, but it was at half mast when he reached the chair. Briefly, he looked into Ben’s eyes, before turning around and sitting down. Now he felt the skin of his face wedge into his ass crack. Luckily he didn’t have to repeat the rule about nudity, because the chair remembered to start licking. John draped the blanket over himself, and opened a book he had left on the table.

For the next few hours, John was in ecstasy. It was so warm and comfortable. He loved the feeling of being fresh out of the shower, comfy and naked in a blanket, curled up with a good book, and feeling a hot moist tongue work his asshole. It was hard for him to focus on the book, because, despite how much he wanted to dehumanize and ignore him, Ben was the only thing on John’s mind. He thought that at any moment, he could easily fart into his mouth. But it was still day one, John thought he’d give him a bit more time to get used to these arrangements before he pushed the boundaries. The devil on his shoulder was excited. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow, when he would get to hear his chair gagging on the fart he’ll rip down its throat.

As the hours passed, the tongue was moving slower and slower. There were a few minutes where it stopped completely. John would clear his throat, and a moment later it would start back up again. He looked at the clock. It was nearing 1am.

8 hours had passed. Another 40 to go. John wished he could just fall asleep in his chair, and force Ben to endure his night farts. His dick was hard at the idea of him being fast asleep, and his unconscious body letting out a disgusting fart right up Ben’s nose. So badly, he wanted to sleep on top of Ben, keeping Ben from sleeping and forcing him to be conscious with his putrid asshole over his nose. But unfortunately, John couldn’t fall asleep in a chair. He had to lay down. So, he put the bookmark in his book, set it aside, tossed the blanket off of him, and got up to go to bed. He stood up a bit, his ass hovering just over the chair. Instead of saying goodnight, he grabbed his ass cheeks, spread them, and pushed,

PPRRPRPRPRRRRRR

Yet another obnoxiously disgusting fart burst out of his ass. This time, he got to hear the chair’s coughing and gagging without being muffled. He didn’t turn to look. He turned off the light and left the room.

In bed, John had lotioned his cock and was masturbating to the memories of the day. He was kicking himself for not modifying the couch instead. If he’d modified the couch, then he could have the option to sleep with his ass over Ben’s face. Ribbons of cum draped his body. He wiped it off with a rag and fell asleep.

…

At 7am, John’s alarm went off. He yawned, stretched, refreshed for a new day. He got out of bed and threw on tight athletic underwear that helped him breathe down there, grey jogging shorts, and a tight purple running shirt. He put on black socks, and his running shoes.

Walking through the house, he passed the living room on the way to the kitchen. His chair was silent. He grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge, grabbed his iPod, and left his house.

Even though it was a cool morning, he sweat a lot during his run. He jogged three miles every morning. His stomach wasn’t feeling good. Still upset from the cheese the night before. But that was a problem for his chair to deal with.

It was closer to 8am when he got back to the house, his back, armpits, crotch, feet, and ass were all sweating. He finished his water and came into the house, where he took off his shoes, and, with a smirk, dropped his jogging shorts. His underwear had dark patches of sweat around his ass crack and crotch. He walked straight to the living room, ready to relax in his chair.

Briefly looking at the face in the hole, he noticed bags under his eyes. He thought about asking Ben if he slept well, but remembered that it would be weird for a guy to talk to a chair. Ben hadn’t slept well at all. He never was able to sleep on his back, and hours of the straps digging into his skin made him itchy, and the inability to move made him claustrophobic. He briefly slept for a few minutes at a time, dozing off then waking up again, unable to fall into a deep sleep.

John twisted around and sat on the chair. His tight underwear held in the moisture of his ass crack sweat up against the nose. John leaned forward, scrolling through social media on his phone. He slowly let out a thick and silent fart. It made his swamp ass heat up, and again he heard and felt retching under him. John’s cock tightened.

After a half an hour of aimlessly looking at sensationalized news, John got up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. He scrambled some eggs and put them in an english muffin sandwich, each with a slice of ham and muenster cheese. He figured the combination of eggs and cheese would make a wonderful cocktail of gas for his chair to enjoy later.

He went to the living room and asked, “Hungry?”

“Yes sir,” the chair’s voice croaked, sounding depressed.

John went back to the kitchen. A few moments later, he came back with some buttered toast, a cup of greek yogurt, and a banana cut in slices. Feeding was the only time he treated Ben like a person. John looked down at him with a kind smile.

After giving him a glass of water to drink, the chair said, “…I’m sorry John but I feel so stiff. Can you let me out?”

John’s smile disappeared.

“Just five minutes and I’ll get right back in,” the voice was shrill, “Please, I gotta stretch man, this hurts,”

John didn’t say anything. He set the glass down, stood up, and left the room. Ben’s eyes frantically shifted, but he shouldn’t move his head to see anything beyond the ceiling. He heard John’s footsteps come back, and then, to Ben’s surprise, he felt the gurnee lower. He was going to let him out!

“Thank you so much sir,” he smiled, “I promise I won’t complain again for the rest of the weekend,”

John moved the chair out of the way. But instead of pulling the gurnee out of the wall, he stood over Ben and twisted his ear. Ben cried out in pain, his face scrunching up and his mouth wide open. Just what John wanted. John quickly shoved something into Ben’s mouth, and quickly wrapped a strap around the back of his head, keeping it secure around his mouth. Ben couldn’t see it, but he could feel it prying his lips open. He couldn’t close his mouth if he wanted to. He moaned out, frantic. What was going on?

John ignored his cries, and he brought the chair back over him. Then, he reset the gurnee to lift him back up to seat level. Just like before, except this time his mouth was being held open with a spider gag.

The chair continued to moan in fear as John went into the kitchen and pulled out a half pint of chocolate milk. He chugged half of it, then carried it into the living room. He stood over the chair so it could see clearly what he was holding. It’s eyes were wide with fear. It moaned out, unable to make words but the pattern was clear, “No, no, no, no,”

“I told you I would stop being nice if you didn’t keep silent,” John closed his eyes, setting the milk jug down. “Now, you must be punished.”

He turned around, peeled his underwear off his sweaty ass cheeks, pulled them apart, and sat down on the chair.

PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

The chair screamed up John’s ass. John smirked. That had to taste bad. It would take another hour for the milk to do havoc on his system, so he would just have to wait until the real punishment started. John turned on the TV and relaxed.

…

At 11:30, John finally stood up. He looked down at Ben’s face, which was wet with tears, and his eyes were burning red. Despite how horrible the past three hours had been for him, he at least managed to swallow every single fart.

Without speaking, John lowered the gurnee, moved the chair, and then removed the spider gag. The chair didn’t speak. Just like a good chair should act. He then put everything back in place.

John hoped that Ben finally understood what ‘you have no rights” means, and "you belong to me for the next 48 hours”. He looked at the clock and did a quick calculation. 20 hours in, only 28 more to go.

He went into his bedroom and changed into jeans and a plain sweater. Grabbed his coat, wallet, and keys, then left the house. He drove to the grocery store. It was busy around lunch time. He picked up snacks for tonight’s game. Buffalo chicken wings with blue cheese dipping sauce. Nachos. Mozzarella sticks. John grimaced. The milk he drank earlier was making him feel bloated and queasy. As bad as he felt, at least he didn’t have to experience dozens of his lactose farts directly on his tongue. He shuddered at the thought. Even so, he felt reluctant to get all of these cheese products. He shrugged. He always took one for the team. If his friends were over, he’d treat them to all kinds of unhealthy cheese covered snacks. And again, it isn’t as if any of them would have to smell his farts. That was the chair’s job.

He bought a case of generic beer. Then, he decided for himself to grab a six pack of stouts. These heavy dark beers made his ass bloated at night. Since it’s day two, he should bring out the big guns and make full use of his fart-vacuuming chair.

When he got back home, it was a little after 1pm. While he was gone, Ben managed to doze off a bit, only from exhaustion. And boredom. The worst part of this weekend so far was the incredible boredom he felt.

John put everything away, and he left the wings in the oven on low heat. He came back with lunch for the chair. Just a ham sandwich. As he fed the chair, he said out loud, “My friends will be coming around four. I’ve been feeling so bloated and gassy today. Thankfully my new chair will take care of that. I’ll let them out silently, and it will silently vacuum up my farts so no one has to smell them.

The chair let out a whimper.

…

By the time his friends came, John had changed into sweatpants and a loose comfortable sweatshirt. Matt and Hugo gave him bro hugs, and they all walked toward the living room. From their view, the chair was plain as ever, a normal looking seat, unremarkable and not worth looking at twice. John had already set up the nachos. They all grabbed beers, John opted for his bottle of stout. He sat down in his chair and relaxed, taking a deep swig of the bottle. The three of them chatted about work, Hugo vented about his girlfriend, they watched the game and talked about stats, they munched on nachos, they made dirty jokes. John felt his stomach cramp a bit, and so he carefully let out a silent stream of gas. It felt very hot, and it warmed up his butt and the seat of the chair. The heat went away quickly at least. The chair was working. John smiled.

Later, he got up to bring in the wings. As he got up, he smoothed out the sides of the chair to fix any suspicious indentations. For a split second, the seat seemed to be in the shape of a human face. But neither of the friends noticed, because, well, why would anyone pay attention to a chair? In the kitchen, John pulled the wings out of the oven. His stomach still felt sick. The milk from earlier was still bothering him, plus the new addition of nacho cheese. The beer wasn’t helping, and if he dipped fried chicken wings into a cheese sauce…He closed his eyes. It would be very hard for him to hide his gas. But he had to be a good host.

The night went on, and the more drunk they got, the louder they got. They laughed, they cheered. John was so comfortable in his seat. He slowly let out what felt like the hundreth fart of the night. Again, he felt his ass warm up. And again, he felt the slightest nudge underneath him.

“Dude should you be eating all this cheese?” Hugo asked.

Matt laughed, “Oh yeah, doesn’t this shit give you like mad farts and stuff,”

“Hah, yeah,” John shrugged, “To be honest I’ve been farting into my chair ever since I sat down.”

They all started laughing. He went on, “Seriously, it isn’t even like a bunch of farts, for the past hour it’s been one long stream of gas. I’m still letting it out.”

Hugo was on the verge of tears.

“Don’t worry, my chair’s been absorbing it all,”

…

After the game ended, they sat in the living room, chatting some more. Finally, it was nearing 10pm, and they decided to head out. “You wanna come out to Nico’s with us?” Their favorite bar.

“Nah, I’m good. I’ve been exhausted I think I’ll just watch some TV then head to bed.” And he genuinely was feeling sick to his stomach.

He saw them out. Then he returned to the living room and stretched. He saw that he forgot to adjust the fabric the last time he got up, and so the indentation of a face was clear on the seat. John was surprised that none of them had noticed. His dick was getting hard. He walked over to the chair and took the fabric off. Ben took a gasp of air.

“Thirsty?”

“Yes sir,” he coughed.

He went to get a glass of water. He wanted to congratulate Ben on a job well done. Five hours worth of farts went completely unnoticed because of him. But it would be strange to thank a chair for doing something it’s supposed to do anyway. And it isn’t as if a chair would feel something like pride in being a fart absorber.

After giving Ben some water, John sat back down. His eyelids were heavy. He watched the TV some more. He realized he was falling asleep. He got up, went to the fridge, and pulled out the fourth bottle of the night. Not a whole lot, but enough to make his body feel heavy. He got an idea. He was trembling with excitement, but he couldn’t think about it too much or the plan wouldn’t work. He opened a drawer and took out a roll of duct tape. Back in the living room, he set the bottle on the table next to his chair. Then he pulled out a strip of duct tape, and used it to cover the mouth in the chair. Then, he turned around, and slowly lowered the back of his sweatpants. His hairy ass hung out of his pants, and he slowly sat down on the chair, adjusting so that his hole was over the nose as usual. He yawned. He drank the beer and watched the TV, lowering the volume. After another hour, without trying he fell asleep.

…

It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that Ben realized, with horror, what had happened. That John had fallen asleep with his disgusting unwashed asshole against his nose. Without being able to open his mouth, he had to breathe through his nose, which meant he had to take in his stink with each breath. The weight over him made it difficult to breath as it was.

When he first farted, Ben thought that John was awake. The fart made his eyes burn, and he gagged against the duct tape. Then he realized that John was completely asleep, and that he just farted in his sleep. They were soft, but thick and hot and swampy. The combination of lactose, beer, and deep fried foods, made the stink beyond atrocious. Another fart seeped out of John’s ass. Ben gripped the sides of the board, and wiggled his feet, and tried shifting his body around. There had to be some way to turn his head to the side so he didn’t have to suffer it. But everything had been planned out too well. There was no escape. The asshole was providing him his only air, and so it was the only thing keeping him alive through the night.

…

At 7am the next morning, the alarm in John’s room went off. He could hear it from the living room. He had a bit of a headache, and his mouth was dry. He saw the TV was still on, low volume. The morning news. He drifted in and out of sleep for a bit.

Almost half an hour later, he opened his eyes again. He felt sweaty. Uncomfortably sweaty. It was warm in this room, and the sweat clothes were really making him sweat. He knew his hairy ass was coated in sweat, and the face pressed up in his ass crack also felt uncomfortably hot. John smiled. He couldn’t imagine how horrible the night had to have been for his chair. He grunted and let out a beastly morning fart.

PPPPTPRPTRPTRPTRPTRPTPPSSSS

Yep. Definitely a beer fart. He felt shifting underneath him. Good, his chair survived the night. He stayed there for a bit so the chair could absorb the gas.

He stood up, peeling his cheeks off the face, and yanked the duct tape off. The chair cried out in pain, and then started gasping. John ignored the noise and walked to his room, his ass still hanging out, red marks from where it had been rubbing skin all night.

He took off his clothes, went into the bathroom, and took another shower. Again, he kept his ass out of the curtain. He thought it must have looked funny from an outsider perspective; a man taking a shower with his ass sticking out.

Usually he went for a run, but he wasn’t feeling good. His stomach was still a wreck from the night before. Only 7 more hours of fun. He didn’t put on a shirt, but he did put on a pair of basketball shorts.

He went back to the kitchen and made a bowl of oatmeal. He fed the chair without speaking to it. The chair didn’t say anything, it greedily ate the oatmeal off the spoon. Even though John knew it would make him feel worse, he poured himself a bowl of cereal with milk. He brought his cereal into the living room and ate it while watching the news from his chair. His stomach hurt in the next half hour.

SSSPPPPPPPRPRPRRPRPRPRR

The fart was painful, and sounded ugly. John cringed and held his stomach. He wanted to take one of his emergency gas pain relief pills, but that would probably stop his gas for the rest of the day. He only had 6.5 hours of fun left with his chair, and he wanted to make it happy. So he bore the pain, and pushed out the next fart.

PPRRTTRTRTRTRPTPRTPRTPRTPRTPRPTRPTPRTP

The chair was working overtime to suck in these farts. John was surprised he still felt and heard gagging underneath him. You’d think after so much time, the chair would get used to it by then.

A wicked thought came to John’s mind. He’d had it before when he first messaged Ben, but he didn’t take it seriously. But he thought, what if he just decided to keep his new chair, and ignore any previous arrangements. Of course the thought was just a fantasy, he couldn’t actually do that to Ben. But it made his balls tighten.

…

He didn’t do much the next couple hours. As usual, he watched TV, and unleashed his upset-stomach farts into the seat of the chair. He couldn’t imagined what they must have smelt like. And thanks to the chair, he would have no idea.

At lunch, he just had a sandwich. He fed the same type of sandwich to the chair, and gave it water. Then, he sat back down. He watched reruns. He yawned. It was pretty boring to just sit in a chair all day, but he wanted the chair’s last hours to be full of farts and ass stink.

The clock eventually struck 3:30pm. Only 30 more minutes. The chair had done a fantastic job today. Unlike yesterday with all of its shaking around and moaning and speaking, the chair was completely quiet, and barely moved. It didn’t matter how loud or long or rank the farts were, the chair silently took them in. Again, as John’s heart was pounding, he pulled his pants down and sat back on the chair with his bare ass. He felt the tongue wiggle up his hole immediately. He started to jerk off, his throbbing cock large in his hand. His balls felt swollen. He knew he was going to cum soon, so he had to make it count.

He tried imagining what it was like for his chair the past two days. How endless the assault of farts must have been for its nose. How uncomfortable its body had to be in the straps. How it had no way of knowing the passage of time, and could only see, feel, and smell the ass that was resting on it. How bad his ass stunk from the farts and from not washing. And how the chair licked his asshole without protest.

He felt a fart and ripped it onto the tongue and into its mouth.

PRRRR

The tongue recoiled for a moment, then kept going.

John came. His asshole clenched over the tongue that was rimming him.

He settled down, his heart beating, and feeling light headed, as the tongue kept probing his asshole. The clock read 4pm, but he spent a few minutes relaxing in the afterglow.

“Alright then,” John sighed in disappointment, “Time’s up.”

He stood up. Ben let out a sigh of relief. John lowered the gurnee, and moved the chair out of the way. Then, he pulled the gurnee halfway out. He undid the hoses and tubes around Ben’s privates. Then he pulled the gurnee out. Ben looked pale, limp, and miserable. Especially in his eyes, there was such misery and exhaustion. His cock was rock hard.

“I don’t normally do this to guys,” John said, “But you deserve a reward for being such a good chair,”

He dropped his pants, and straddled Ben, lowering his asshole over his face, smothering him. As he sat on Ben, he watched as his body buckled around. John grabbed Ben’s rock hard cock, bent over, and took it into his mouth.

Ben had been rock hard for so long, that he felt his dick was sensitive enough to go off at the slightest friction. At least, that’s what he thought would happen, if he had any physical stimulation while he was down there. It only took him a minute to erupt cum into John’s mouth. He moaned into John’s ass.

Then, John stood up and undid the straps. Slowly, Ben moved his joints around. When John got to the headboard and undid the strap and posts, Ben cracked his neck loudly. Like a sloth, he tried sitting up, his full body was fatigued. Red lines from where the straps were raced across his skin.

“Well…how was it?” John smiled.

“That was fucking horrible,” Ben muttered.

“Oh,” John frowned, “I’m sorry it wasn’t what you hoped it would be.”

“Fuck off, where’s your bathroom, I need to shower.”

…

John drove him to the train station that evening. In the car, just before Ben left, he said “Well, even though you didn’t like it, thanks for helping me live out this fantasy.”

“Whatever,” Ben’s voice was low. He got out of the car and headed for the train.

…

On the train ride, Ben looked depressed. He thought through everything he’d experienced. How badly John’s farts stink. How uncomfortable it was to be strapped down. How humiliating and disgusting it was to relieve himself in a hole in the wall. His full body was exhausted and stiff with pain from laying on the board for so long. And John didn’t even have the decency to let him stretch once. He remembered how boring it was to just lay there quietly, passively taking farts to the face, and then staring up at the ceiling when he was away. He had constant headaches from exhaustion and the pressure of John’s body. He felt underfed and cranky from the small bland meals John made for him. And worst of all, he was constantly nauseous when John farted into his nose. His throat hurt from so much coughing and gagging. And when the farts were very bad, he would jerk around and the straps dug more into his skin, making it burn.

He’d turned down going with his friends to a bar that weekend for this. He’d chosen to spend two days of his life like this. He felt so dirty and pathetic. And embarrassed. He had been so excited to try out bondage, and his fart fetish, only to hate both in the end.

That night, he was laying in bed, and he thought about John’s ass, how bad it stunk, how gross it felt sweating on his face, how the hairs clung to his nose and made it itch.

Despite how much he’d hated the experience, his cock was rock hard. And cocks usually don’t lie.

He called John.

“Hello?”

“Hey John, it’s me. Ben.”

“Oh…hey. What’s up?”

He took a deep breath, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I loved it so much.”

“Really? You sounded so mad after I let you out,”

“Yeah but…” Ben couldn’t explain, “I can’t stop thinking about your asshole.”

“Oh well I’m flattered, haha,”

“Are you doing anything this weekend?”

On the other end of the line, Ben heard John laughing.

In the Speed Dating Booth

This story is for 18+, is fictional, and includes fart sniffing. If any of this is a problem, don't read. I wrote this back in college and remember being overwhelmed by how gross it seemed to me at the time, and how much I'd love to live this fantasy

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A guy learns about his best friend's gross fetish and decides to put it to good use

…

Kevin came into my room frantic, his face red

“Oh, hey dude,” I said, my book still in hand. It took me a minute to register how frazzled he was acting. He had a nervous twitch going on and he started speaking rapidly,

“Listen, we’ve been friends for a long time, right?” He had his hands up.

Since back in high school, “yeah?”

“And we can be open with each other, right?”

“Of course,” I put the book down. Kevin is one of the chillest guys I know, so seeing him on edge like this made me frown.

“Ok,” he started pacing, which he usually did to help him think something out, “So, I signed up for a booth at the speed dating fair.”

Oh, this is about girls; that explains it. Every year, our college sets up a “speed dating fair”, where they have a bunch of booths around the gym, and you’d sign up to stand at a booth and others would circulate and have like 5 minute convos with you. It was just a fun way to get single people on campus to know each other.

“That’s great, Kev,” I put on a half smile. Maybe there was some jealousy behind it. I don’t know, I’ve known Kevin for years and couldn’t help but develop a little crush on him. It’s dumb, because he’s straight, so there’s no point in wishing. I should be happy he’s putting himself out there, “Good for you. I’m sure you’ll meet a lot of cool girls.”

“Yeah, but here’s the thing,” he started rubbing the back of his head, “The problem…you know how I’m always gassy?’

This perked my ears up. Kevin was always farting, and they always embarrassed him. I would laugh and tell him I didn’t care and he could rip in front of me, but he always tried to keep them quiet and would blush. He’s cute like that. But there’s another thing that Kevin doesn’t know about me; my massive fart fetish. I have no idea how it came to be, but there’s nothing I find hotter than having my face pressed into a man’s ass while he rips farts up my nose. Or, at least, that’s what I’d want to happen with me some day. Despite my desires, I’ve never opened up to anyone about these weird fantasies. I laughed, ‘Dude, if you feel gassy, just hold them in. Or take beano or something, no one will notice at the fair if that’s what’s freaking you out,”

“It’s not just that,” he explained, “I always get even more gassy when I’m nervous or anxious, and worrying about letting one slip will make me even more anxious, and it’s a vicious cycle that will make so much gas build up, I’m sure I’ll accidentally slip one out and it will make a huge noise or it will smell bad and everyone will laugh at me.”

“Dude, I think you’re overreacting-,” I chuckled

“Dillon,” His voice was serious, “I need your help.”

He always called me “Dill Pickle”, he never used my full name unless he was serious, which wasn’t common. But how could I possibly help him, “What are you talking about? Other than recommending some kind of pills and saying ‘don’t eat gassy foods’, there’s not much I can - ,” “I know about your…” he paused, before adding, “fetish”

I raised an eyebrow. On the outside, my face was blank, but on the inside, I was screaming. This had to be a joke, right? There’s no way he could have found out; I’m always so careful about it. He looked uncomfortable, more so than when he walked in. He furrowed his eyebrows and started rubbing the bridge of his nose. He looked so cute, his messy black hair and stubble, when he seemed concerned. But I still didn’t know what he was talking about. After an awkward pause, he said,

“I know you like farts.”

Then my eyes widened. He couldn't know that, could he? I forced out a laugh, “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t have to play dumb,” I felt my face get red, he continued, “I’ve borrowed your laptop before; your YouTube watch history is full of videos of guys farting on each other, a lot of ‘atomic sit-ups’, like where guys are pranked into doing a sit up and smacking their faces into their buddy’s asses, your history links to a lot of stories about fart sniffing, fart slaves, other fetish stuff… no offense, but your porn video history is just flat out disgusting.” He let out a nervous laugh.

I felt like my stomach was about to come up out of my mouth, and I could barely breath. He knew?! All this time he knew how weird I was and didn’t’ say anything?! Why didn’t he bring it up ever? And why is he telling me this now?! I felt my hands tremble on my legs. I wanted to say something, defend myself, but I couldn’t speak; I sat there in shock.

“Look dude, I don’t care,” He brought his hands up, “I don’t care that you’re gay or that your into this kind of stuff. Different strokes for different folks, right? If it makes you feel better, I’ll tell you my fetish: I like women’s feet. I want to rub them, massage them, sniff their socks, kiss their soles, and suck on their toes. There; now we’re even. Now let me finish, because I have a plan that will help me with my problem, and I think you would love to be a part of it.”

My head was spinning. I was still flabbergasted by the fact that he found out about my fetish. I thought I was so careful! But also I was curious as to what the possible fuck he would even to bring this up for.

“You know how there are booths against the wall, and those have like this weird curtain thing around them? Well in case you don’t know, they set up the booths to go around the edge of the individual sections. I remember going to the fair last year, and it looks like no one can see beyond the middle of the person’s belly when they stand there.”

I remember going to the fair with him, and yeah, they were tall booths. I still had no idea where he was going with this, or what this had to do with me.

“Alright, so here’s my proposal,” He coughed, still shaking, “And I know this sounds weird, but again, I think you’ll like it and we can both benefit from it: I want you to be my fart vacuum.”

My eyebrow was still raised, and my heart was racing, “…what does that even mean?”

“Instead of holding them in, I’m going to let them out. Really soft and quiet. There’s music, so unless I have a really big fart, no one will hear me pass gas. And as long as there’s a constant stream of gas seeping out, there won’t be a chance to let out a huge, audible one. That would be fine enough, but thanks to the curtain holding them down there, there’s a good chance that any sudden movement will open a hole or something and all that nasty gas will seep out and it’ll be obvious to any girl who walks by that I’ve been ripping ass for the past hour or whatever.”

I felt my cock twitch in my pants.

He continued, “That’s where you come in; I want you to hide behind the booth; no one will see you. And here’s how I thought it out. You’ll be crouching behind me. When I need to pass gas, I’ll lean forward and stick my butt toward you. Then, I want you to press your face against my ass, as tight as you can so none of it gets out, and I want you to sniff up all of the gas until there’s no scent left. Or breathe it in your mouth, I don’t care what you do so long as you’re the only one who smells it. The event lasts two hours, so we’ll need to get there before they set up, and stay after they leave.”

My cock was rock hard. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening, that my best friend [how many times have I fantasized about him? How many times did I jerk off to the idea of burying my face into his gassy ass?], was actually giving me the offer of a lifetime! He walked right up in front of me, turned around, and bent over.

“You interested? If so, I really need to fart right now, and we could both use practice being as quiet as we can so no one finds out about this. If you are, get down here now and let’s start training. If not, I understand.”

There was a bit of an awkward pause, with Kevin looking over his shoulder at me, frozen, seeing what I’d do. His butt was hugged by his jeans…it looked so hot from this angle. My cock was rising in my pants. Once in a lifetime, why pass it up? I jumped down to my knees and nearly dove face-first in between my best friend’s ass cheeks. The fart he let out was short, but airy. There was a bit of a prrrp coming out. It puffed against my face. His cheeks jiggled a bit against my cheeks, I brought my hands up and grabbed onto his waist, squeezing it as I snorted up deeply, vulgarly. Normally I would be too embarrassed to act like this, but if my friend knew I was a filthy fart sniffer, I didn’t have reason to pretend I wasn’t. I sighed, shaking, my face burning with lust, still pressed up into his butt, “Oh, fuck,” I moaned. His fart lingered in the fabric of his jeans, the scent of a man’s musky ass.

Kevin chucked, “Looks like we both need to practice being quieter. The event is a month away so we only have one month to practice getting this right. I feel another one, so stay there, let’s try again.”

He let out another fart. This one was silent, not too deadly. I snorted it up, trying as hard as I could not to moan out again. I couldn’t believe this was really happening! I was training to be my gassy best friend’s personal fart vacuum!!!

…

Over the next month, Kevin would come by a few times a week to hang out. Every time I got a text asking “Wanna practice tonight?” I’d reply “Yes” as fast as my fingers could type. And while he was over, every time he’d have to fart, he’d let me know it’s time to practice. I’d drop whatever I was doing, crawl behind him to his jeans or sweatpants clad ass, which he would stick out when bending over, and press my face into it. He’d leak out some rank ass fumes, each day he was getting better at letting them go silently, and I would lightly, but constantly, sniff them up. I’d stay there until all of the fart fragrance was gone. Even though they were pretty rough on the nose, I could feel my cock leak precum in my underwear. I was in heaven. I wanted to propose to him…if only he were gay.

A few weeks in, I started to feel bad because I realized that I was hanging out with him way more than I used to, only so I could suck up his farts. Even though it was his idea, and this was my way of helping him out, I couldn’t help but feel like I was using him. One night, after “suffering” through an unusually long stream of gas, I pulled away from his butt and asked him,

“Why are you doing this for me? Aren’t you grossed out?”

“Well, a little, I guess,” He admitted, “But I don’t mind farting on you if you like it this much. I mean, I think of it like this: if I were a girl, and was friends with a guy like me who also had a thing for feet, and we were really close, I’d let him play with my feet. Even if I’m not interested, and if we’re just friends, I wouldn’t be that weirded out by him because, well, foot play wouldn’t be that sexual for me. And as I am now, if I had a friend, a girl with really nice feet who wore cute socks, and she knew about my fetish but never let me come close, I would go crazy. So, farting on you just feels like I’m helping you out, the same way you’ll be helping me out by hiding all of my gas from the cute girls at the fair. That’s what friends are for, right? We got each other’s backs.”

That was the most unusual and convoluted reasoning I could have asked for, but I was getting facefuls of infinite farts, so why push my luck and complain.

He added, “Besides,” then he held the back of my head and roughly pushed his butt back into my face. It was so sudden, I couldn’t react until after he ripped a pretty loud beast on my nose,

PPRPRREPRPRERPERTI

I heard him laugh while I coughed and groaned, “This is hilarious to watch!”

“Fuck man,” I laughed into his cheeks, “That was nasty!”

“You’re welcome.” I looked up and saw he was looking behind at me and smiling, “Now enough goofing off; we only have a week to get this down right.”

…

The day of the fair, my face was flushed and I couldn’t focus during any of the lectures. It was a Friday, and I noticed a lot of the kids around me were also having a tough time paying attention to the professor. Sure, they were probably excited about all kinds of parties that would go down tonight, but I didn’t think any of them had something better than I did to look forward to.

The fair was going to last from 6 to 8pm, but like Kevin said, I would have to go earlier so I could sneak into his booth unnoticed. I had on my hoodie, a t-shirt, and sweatpants; If I were going to be sitting around for hours down there, I had to be comfy. My pockets were stuffed with old socks, that I would use to masturbate into. To be honest, this whole arrangement has been ruining my life. I say that jokingly. What I mean is, I’ve spent so much more time masturbating than I used to because Kevin’s farting ass against my face has been driving me up the wall. Every time I have to sniff one, my dick gets so hard expecting a release. I feel awkward touching myself around him, so I have to wait until after he leaves to go to town down there. I’ve been cumming three times a day on average to the memories of each fart of the day.

Even though I never brought up my boners, I’m sure he probably saw me sprout wood here and there, and so the day before the fair, he told me, “Hey Dill Pickle, I know this is kind of awkward, but if I were in your position, I’d probably lose my mind if I didn’t touch myself once. Like…nearly three or four hours of this without cumming? I couldn’t do it. So, I guess as long as you’re quiet and careful and don’t make a mess or something, and as long as I don’t see it, you can jerk off down there, if you want. Just don’t tell me if you’re going to, cuz that might weird me out.”

I nodded with a blank expression, but on the inside my heart was going wild, “Ok, Kevin.”

So, pockets full of jizz socks, I took a few breaths to calm down. Sure I was excited, but I was also terrified. If something went wrong and we were caught, I’d be the laughing stock of the school. Who knows how much trouble we’d get in for doing this weird sexual stuff in public? But I was so excited…I couldn’t wait to begin.

I headed to the gym at around 5:15, check in wasn’t going to start until 5:30, so hopefully no one would be there yet. I walked down the blank white hall and turned into the arena. As I thought, there were only a few people doing last minute set ups, but they were on the other end and faced away from me. Sneaking up to a clipboard, I looked for Kevin’s name and assigned booth. Each row was labeled A to G, with those two being on either end of the wall. Kevin was going to be at G7, which was on my end of the gym. Perfect. I tip toed behind the booths, behind the curtains that were set up to give the space a more “enclosed” feeling, found G7, and got onto my hands and knees to crawl in. The gym floor was dusty, but over all, not a big deal. I looked up and saw the ceiling but not much else. I knew that, as Kevin predicted, no one would be able to see me down here unless they were up in the rafters looking straight down. My dick was rising in anticipation.

I sat there, impatient, while the gym slowly started to fill with clamor of chatting voices. People were signing into their booths. Oh god, what if I was in the wrong booth? I’d just have to make up an excuse; “Sorry, I thought you were my friend, I was just gonna scare him.” I kept my fingers crossed.

The curtain rustled, and Kevin walked in. He was looking slick in all black: black shirt tucked into black pants with black shoes. He never dressed up, so I couldn’t help but smile. He even shaved his stubble and gelled his hair. He must really be trying to give off a good impression. I could even smell cologne from down here. As nice as it was, I much preferred the smell of colon.

“How do I look?” He muttered, then turned as if he were looking for someone. His butt looked so beefy from the tight pants and the tucked in shirt. Of course I had a hard on.

“Like Adonis.” I whispered back. He smirked.

I asked, “How are you feeling?”

He whispered, “Scared.”

“Dude,” I whispered, “You’ll be fine. You’re a cool guy, you have nothing to be scared about. You’re cool, you look cool, all of the girls are gonna line up to get your number.”

He smirked again, “You’re just saying that because you love my farty butthole.”

“That’s beside the point!” I tried not to laugh. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have a friend like him. He walked to the front of the booth, giving me enough room to crawl behind him. I stared at his ass, which was at the same level as my face. I had never been more aroused in my life.

Waiting for this night to begin was one of the longer half hours I had to go through. I just wanted to get my face into his butt already, but unless he had to fart, there was no reason to. Luckily, he seemed to be having some butterflies in his belly, because before the event started, he leaned forward. From the outside, it would look like he was just bored. On the inside, I nuzzled my face between his cheeks. Not a false alarm: I could smell faint eggs, and his butt grew warm against my skin. Definitely the first fart of the evening. I sniffed it up.

A man’s voice chimed from the PA system, “Good evening, ladies and gents. I hope all you singles out there are ready to mingle, because this year’s Speed Dating Fair has officially begun” There was a collective whoop from the crowd.

Once the fair began I was surprised just how much he farted. He really wasn’t kidding when he said that he gets gassy when nervous. Each girl would come up to the booth for five minute, and sure enough, for each one he would lean forward and stick his butt toward me. Of course I was being the best fart vacuum I could be, and even though my dick was rock hard, I didn’t’ dare touch myself yet. I only had so many socks to use, and I didn’t want to blow through all of them at the beginning.

When the five minutes were up, a little bell would play and single everyone to move over. I heard Kevin chatting, saying his goodbyes, laughing at jokes, making jokes, talk about his interests over and over. It was so routine, it sounded like he rehearsed what he was going to say. I didn’t realize just how scared Kevin was to put himself out there like this. I could feel him tremble every once and a while. I stroked the side of his thigh, hoping it would calm him down. But of course, my main focus was on his beautiful ass. After what felt like ages, my dick couldn’t take it anymore. If my cock were a dog, it would be yipping and whining like crazy for his treat. I pulled out one of the socks and put it on over my throbbing hot cock. I stroked myself as Kevin leaned in for what felt like the hundredth time.

Needless to say, I had shot my load before the bell rang. As the night went on, I knew Kevin finally starting to feel at ease. The conversations with each new girl was much less predictable, more fluid. Sadly, that meant the farts weren’t coming out like they had been; either his nerves subsided or he just finally ran out of gas. But to my surprise, he did a lot of leaning in anyway, and I’d press my face into his butt, expecting a fart that didn’t come. I guess he wanted me to enjoy myself, while I wasn’t “on duty”.

I went through another sock.

The farting started up again, each one smoother than the last. Thankfully the smell wasn’t too offensive; just a day old egg mixed with ass sweat, not too rough. It was musky enough that I had to put in a conscious effort not to moan out.

The radio was on, like he said it would, and beyond the meet and greets, I could hear the latest pop hits echoing in the gym. I probably wouldn’t be able to hear Ed Sheeran’s voice again without getting a boner. I think that’s called Pavlovian conditioning. In front of me, Kevin started swaying his hips to the beat of the pop song that was blasting above me, while my face was still up in his crack. My head was swaying with his ass. I felt like Cinderella dancing with the Prince at the ball. That thought made me smile and I had to hold back a serious case of giggles.

And another sock down. My dick was getting sore, but my face was burning with lust.

Maybe a little after half way through the night, Kevin left for a bathroom break. I stayed hiding in the corner, thinking of how bizarre a direction my life had gone. Just a month ago, I had felt embarrassed about my fetish, and kept everything about it a secret, including my sexuality. I wasn’t even comfortable being out about being gay, just because I was afraid that would somehow clue in on these dirty desires. Then, after just one conversation, I feel like I’m living though something that would only happen in some crazy fetish story, like the ones I read online. I was in a fairy tale. If only I were a girl, I would pay Kevin back by letting him lick my feet all night or whatever the fuck else he wanted to do.

After another hour, my dick was begging me to stop getting aroused. Sorry buddy, I know I’ve been beating you up a lot, but it’s worth it. A new girl steps up, Kevin leans in again, I stuff my face into his ass and inhale, repeat. I started to feel sad because I knew once this night was over I wouldn’t get to do something like this ever again. No point in feeling down; I’ve got a hot farting ass on my face, I should rejoice! Nearing the end of the night, I could tell that all of the previous farts were soaking up into the fabric of his pants. The seat of his pants began to smell worse and worse. I hoped the moisture from his farts mixed with my breath wasn’t going to stick too long. Then again, the only way someone would tell is if they pressed their face into his ass like I had been for the past two hours.

Finally, after another bell chime, I heard an announcer off the PA system, “Alright, ladies and gents, I hope you all had a fabulous evening and got to meet a lot of fun new people. Who knows, maybe tonight will be the start of something beautiful. And I think I can say the obvious: I’m sure one of you is getting lucky tonight” A collective laugh.

Way ahead of you, buddy.

…

Kevin and I walked back to my place afterward. We had to wait for enough people to leave where no one would notice I was in the booth with him. I felt pretty dirty because of all the used cum filled socks in my pockets, and my dick was aching like crazy, but I was shaking from it all. “Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked.

“…that was amazing, dude.”

He laughed, “You dirty fuck, you’re so disgusting. But you did a great job; I didn’t smell a thing.”

I smiled, “I know. Did you meet a lot of girls?”

“Oh yeah,” He smiled, “Tones. No surprise, a lot of them weren’t interested in me, and vice versa, but I met a few girls that I’m thinking of going on dates with in the next few weeks.”

“That’s great man.” I sighed

“Mind if I come over?” he asked, “I’ve got nothing else to do tonight but I’m too tired to go out.”

“Sure.”

…

We were sitting on the couch; he had rolled his sleeves up and was drinking the beer I gave him. I had my own beer in my hands. We were watching a really shitty horror film on Netflix. Instead of being scared, we spent the night making fun of the writing and the bad acting. “I’m gonna take a piss, don’t pause it.” He got up. I smiled, again, thinking of how lucky I was to have a friend like him. Any of the other guys I knew would probably cut me out of their lives if they found out I was such a fart pig. Again, I was wishing that one of the girls he met tonight would let him suck and nibble on her toes; he deserves it.

Walking back to his seat, he paused right next to me and said, “Fire in the hole!”

“What?” I turned and was face to face with his fancy-pants covered ass. He pulled my head in and let a monster rip on me.

“Dude!” I laughed, “What the literal fuck do you eat?!”

“Lots of cheese burgers.” He sat back down, smiling.

…

That night I didn’t masturbate because I was convinced my dick would fall off if I tried. I wasn’t surprised when I woke up the next morning because I dreamt he was holding me down and farting up my nose. I came in my underwear, in my sleep. My poor cock was exhausted. He’s infected my mind, but I don’t really care.

Alec n’a plus de pier

Ce week-end, les parents de mon meilleur ami (Nathan) seront partis alors je vais m'écraser chez lui pendant les prochains jours. Demain, c'est samedi et Nathan et moi allons nous détendre chez lui, jouer à des jeux vidéo et manger de la malbouffe toute la journée. Mais ce soir, nous allons à une grande fête à la maison animée par une fille riche de notre classe. Je marche jusqu'à la maison de Nathan mais au lieu de me diriger vers la porte d’entrée, je me dirige vers le côté de la maison et je commence à grimper jusqu’à la fenêtre de Nathan. Je fais ça depuis que j'ai 10 ans et je ne vais pas m'arrêter maintenant. Mec, ça va être bon de voir mon meilleur frère; Je ne l’ai pas vu depuis près d’une semaine. Tout ce qu’il m’a dit, c’est que ses parents et lui étaient occupés à faire face à un petit remaniement familial. Quand j'atteins la fenêtre de Nathan, je passe la tête dedans et regarde autour de moi avec confusion. Je remarque à quel point la chambre de Nathan est différente. Les affiches de joueurs de football qu'il avait sur ses murs sont remplacées par des affiches avec des étoiles de baseball dessus, et la pièce est encombrée de matériel de baseball au lieu de matériel de football. Ce que je remarque vraiment, c'est le gars qui se tient devant le placard, qui range les choses. Même si je ne peux le voir que de dos, je suis certain que ce n’est pas Nathan. Nathan est un peu maigre avec un cul plat tandis que ce mec est assez large et porte un cul bombé impressionnant. Le pantalon du mec est affaissé juste sous son cul alors je regarde bien ses grosses joues pétillantes recouvertes d'une fine couche de matière grâce à son boxer gris. Mec, ce mec a l'air d'avoir deux ballons de volley dans le dos de son boxer. Je peux me sentir dur à la vue. J'ai dû faire du bruit parce que le gars se retourne et me repère. Putain de merde, c'est le cousin de Nathan, Alec. Alec a toujours eu un cul énorme alors j'aurais dû réaliser que c'était lui; mais pour ma défense, le cul d'Alec a l'air deux fois plus gros depuis que je l'ai vu la dernière fois, il y a plus d'un an. Un large sourire apparaît sur le visage d'Alec alors qu'il s'avance rapidement vers moi. Il se tient devant moi dans la seconde qui suit. Ma tête est la seule partie de moi dans la pièce; Je n'ai pas eu le temps de tirer tout mon corps à l'intérieur. Alec se retourne et je suis face à face avec son énorme cul pétillant. Je laisse échapper un gémissement pitoyable alors que je réalise que je suis sur le point d’être bombardé. J'ai eu raison lorsque mon visage est rencontré… BBBBBFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMPPPPPTTTTTT L'un des pets bestiaux brevetés d'Alec m'est déchiré au visage. Le pet massif dure 8 secondes et fait sonner mes oreilles. De plus, la puanteur des œufs pourris et du musc signature d’Alec assaille mon nez. C'est exactement pourquoi les pets d'Alec sont appelés bombes A, ils ne laissent rien d'autre que de la destruction. Et Alec adore les distribuer. Le pet d'Alec fait vraiment un certain nombre sur moi et je sens mon emprise sur le rebord de la fenêtre commencer à diminuer. Au début, je crains d’être sur le point de tomber deux histoires au sol, mais je suis heureusement saisi par les épaules et tiré à l’intérieur. Je grogne en tombant par terre sur le dos. Quand j'ouvre les yeux, je vois Alec se tenir au-dessus de moi avec ses deux pieds plantés de chaque côté de mes épaules, me regardant avec un petit sourire espiègle. «Hey Alec, depuis longtemps pas de voir l'homme.» Je dis se sentir un peu nerveux. Le sourire espiègle d'Alec s'agrandit alors qu'il acquiesce. «Ouais, ça fait trop longtemps Vince. Tu m'as manqué. Et tu sais quoi? Quelqu'un d'autre vous a manqué aussi. " Dit Alec malicieusement. Il se retourne alors et fait maintenant face à mes pieds avec son énorme cul dominant ma tête. «Alec» dis-je timidement en sachant ce qui va se passer ensuite. Alec ricane, "Ha-ha, ce gros gars vous a manqué aussi Vin" dit-il en tendant la main et en attrapant deux grosses poignées de son gros cul, "Alors je pense qu'il est temps que vous et lui fassiez connaissance" avec Alec s'accroupit rapidement et plante son cul rond sur mon visage. Mon visage est soudainement piégé sous le cul bulbeux d'Alec avec seulement une fine paire de boxeurs me protégeant de son trou du cul toxique. Il commence alors à faire pivoter ses hanches enfouissant mon visage plus profondément entre ses globes pétillants. J'entends la voix d'Alec venir au-dessus de moi. "NGH ... Cela fait trop longtemps que je n'ai pas largué une bombe A sur vous Vin, mais je suis sur le point de rectifier ça ... UGHH" RRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWFFFFFPPPPPP Alec déchire un pet de 7 secondes dans mon visage. La puanteur de la viande rance et des oignons coule dans mon nez, me mettant dans une quinte de toux. Alec soupire de soulagement alors qu'il commence à frotter son gros cul sur mon visage, frottant ses fesses puantes dans mes pores. «Ah respire cette nostalgie Vin. Ma bombe fessière ne vous ramène-t-elle pas à une époque où moi, vous et Nate passions du temps toute la journée. Sinon, peut-être que cela vous rafraîchira la mémoire… HGGH » FFFFFFFHHHHHHMMMMMMRRRRRRR Alec laisse tomber un 6 secondes, un pet grognon sur moi qui pue pire que le précédent. Je bâillonne sur ses viles fumées de fesses qui dévastent mes poumons. "Ugh Alec vos pets sentent aussi mauvais que je me souvienne" Je me plains d'une voix étouffée grâce à mon visage coincé sous le gros cul d'Alec. Cela semble être la mauvaise chose à dire à Alec. «Maintenant, accrochez-vous juste un second Vin. Je suis sur un nouveau régime riche en protéines depuis la dernière fois que nous avons accroché et mes bombes A sont devenues beaucoup plus mortelles à cause de cela. Mais si vous ne pouvez pas dire à quel point mon gaz a empiré, cela signifie que je dois arrêter de me retenir. " Alec travaille son cul rond sur mon visage, se préparant à quelque chose de grand. Et d'une voix tendue dit: «NGH… j'espère que tu es prêt pour ce Vin, je ne te montre plus de pitié… GGHHH» Je commence à paniquer en entendant les paroles d’Alec. «Allez Alec» J'essaye de plaider mais cela s'avère être une grosse erreur de ma part. Il laisse ma bouche grande ouverte alors qu'Alec procède à transformer mon visage en zone de guerre avec ses bombes bout à bout. PPPPPPPFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBB «J'espère que vous avez apprécié ce chiot car voici son jumeau… HGHH» RRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWBBBBBBTTTT "Ah pas d'échappatoire pour toi Vin accepte juste ton destin et mes fesses puent… GHH" FFFFFFFFFMMMMMMVVVVVVVPPPPPPPP «Tu cries dans mon cul doit signifier que tu veux plus de pets. Eh bien, je suis plus qu'heureux d'obliger… NGH » BBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPMMMMMMMFFFFFFF «Arrête de te battre tellement là-bas Vin tu aides juste mes tripes à préparer plus de bombes bout à bout. Oh voyez, j'ai essayé de vous prévenir, BOMBS AWAY… FFGH » RRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT RRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVMMMMMMMPPPPP BBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTT Alec déchire un barrage de pets de monstre sur mon visage et dans ma bouche ouverte. Tout ce que je peux respirer, ce sont ses fumées sulfuriques qui me font tousser et mes yeux pleurent. Une fois l’agression gazeuse d’Alec terminée, j’entends la voix de Nate venir pour sauver la situation. «Gross Alec, éloigne-toi du visage de Vic», avertit Nate Alec. Alec répond: «Non, Vic aime que je sois assis sur son visage et que je pète. Ici, je vais le prouver. Hé Vin, si tu veux que je reste sur ton visage et que je continue de péter, prends une grande respiration. Avec cela, Alec se penche sur le côté, soulevant une de ses joues de cul charnues de mon visage. La moitié de mon visage est accueillie par de l'air frais et légèrement frais, alors je prends instinctivement une profonde inspiration. Pas même une seconde plus tard, Alec me scelle sous son énorme cul et ma bouche ouverte est rencontrée ... FFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBTTTTTTTT Alec lance un pet de 6 secondes au son humide dans ma bouche qui résonne dans ma gorge. Je suis sec sur la puanteur des œufs pourris et de l’ail qui recouvre le fond de ma gorge. Alec soupire de soulagement. «Ah voyez Nate, je vous ai dit qu'il aimait ça. Merci de m'aider à prouver mon point Vic. Ici, vous avez gagné cette friandise… HGGH » BBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWRRRRRRR Alec déchire un 5 secondes, grondant pet pointblank dans mon visage. La puanteur vile est presque trop et je me sens commencer à glisser lentement dans l'obscurité. Juste avant que je m'évanouisse, Nate donne une forte poussée à Alec et l'éloigne de mon visage. Nate m'aide à me relever, pendant que je bâillonne encore la puanteur des fesses d'Alec, et m'assied sur le bord du lit. Quand je reprends mes repères, je remarque Nate assis à côté de moi et regardant Alec, qui est assis sur le sol et nous regarde avec un sourire suffisant. Nous commençons alors à parler et j'apprends qu'Alec vit ici maintenant. Apparemment, le travail de sa mère est de la transférer en Angleterre et au lieu de partir avec elle; Alec a décidé de se déplacer à travers le pays et de rester avec Nate et ses parents. Alors maintenant, nous allons tous assister à notre dernière année ensemble. Nous étions tous les trois inséparables il y a cinq ans avant que sa mère ne déménage pour la première fois. Mais maintenant nous sommes de retour ensemble et je verrai Alec presque tous les jours, et c'est à la fois bon et mauvais. C’est bien de le retrouver dans ma vie, mais c’est aussi mauvais à cause de notre attirance mutuelle les uns pour les autres. A plusieurs reprises, Alec a flirté avec moi mais je n’ai pas agi en conséquence à cause du code de frère que j’ai avec Nate. Avec le code bro, nous ne pouvons rien commencer avec les parents les uns des autres. Je ne peux donc pas frapper Alec et Nate ne peut pas frapper ma sœur Chelsea qui a un an de moins. Ma pensée change et je me demande maintenant quelque chose. Je regarde Nate et lui demande: «Pourquoi as-tu emménagé dans la chambre d'amis vide et donné ta chambre à Alec?» Alec entre de sa place sur le sol. «Nous avons pensé que ce serait mieux si je prends cette pièce car elle a plus de fenêtres. Plus de ventilation, vous savez. »Pour élaborer davantage, Alec se penche légèrement sur le côté et grogne. BBBBBBWWWWWUUUUUUURRRRRRR Alec déchire un pet de 5 secondes qui gronde contre le plancher de bois franc. Alec soupire de soulagement en nous regardant avec un petit sourire effronté. Nate et moi grinçons alors que sa puanteur nocive atteint notre nez et se répand dans toute la pièce. L'odeur se dissipe après quelques secondes et je me souviens pourquoi je suis ici en premier lieu. «Nate, tu veux toujours aller à cette fête?» Nate se claque légèrement le front. «Oh ouais, j'ai presque oublié. Eh bien, je suis prêt et j’ai invité Alec à venir avec nous. J'espère que ça ne vous dérange pas » "Aucun homme, je ne l'aurais invité si vous ne l'aviez pas fait" je réponds et souris à Alec. «Tu es prêt à partir Alec? Je demande. Alec hoche la tête et dit: "Ouais, oubliant presque une dernière chose." Alec saute et se dirige vers l'endroit où Nate et moi sommes assis. Quand il est à moins d'un pied de moi, il fait volte-face, se penche en avant et projette son cul charnu dans mon visage. Mes yeux s'écarquillent alors que je trouve mon visage à quelques centimètres du gros cul pétillant d'Alec couvert fine paire de boxers. Avant que je puisse réagir… FFFFFFFFRRRRRRWWWWWWWWBBBBBBBTTTTTT Un pet massif de 11 secondes jaillit du cul d'Alec et entre dans mon visage. À mi-chemin, Alec fait pivoter ses hanches, la fin est un énorme pet dans le visage de Nate. Nate et moi sommes tous les deux à sec sur la bombe A vicieuse d'Alec. "Tu es une telle bite" Nate sort avant de donner un coup de poing au gros cul d'Alec. Alec fait quelques pas en avant pour échapper à l'attaque de Nate. Alec recule et commence à envoyer ses fesses persistantes vers nous. «Ah quel est le problème cousin? Je suis juste en train de vous montrer mon appréciation pour l'invitation à la fête, ha-ha. " Je roule des yeux tandis que Nate marmonne avec colère pour lui-même. 10 minutes plus tard, nous embarquons tous les trois dans la berline d’occasion de Nate. Je prends le siège passager tandis qu'Alec monte à l'arrière. Alors que Nate démarre la voiture, Alec se penche en avant au-dessus de la console centrale pour parler à Nate. «Hey Nate, je meurs de faim, pouvons-nous nous arrêter à Taco Bell avant d'aller à la fête?» Demande Alec. «Ça n'arrive pas mec; nous prendrons des hamburgers ou quelque chose comme ça, mais pas de Taco Bell. Votre gaz est assez mauvais Alec, pas besoin de lui donner un coup de pouce avec de la nourriture mexicaine merdique. Je ne vais pas te faire bombarder ma voiture et la fête. Dit Nate avec un air renfrogné. Alec regarde Nate avant de se reculer dans son siège et hors de vue. «Mauvais coup de ta part Nate tu sais que j'obtiens toujours ce que je veux. Non seulement tu as apporté ça à toi-même, mais Vin doit maintenant souffrir avec toi. Dit Alec de façon inquiétante. Une seconde plus tard, le cul bulbeux d'Alec plane au-dessus de la console centrale et entre moi et Nate. Son pantalon est toujours affaissé à profusion, alors ses globes recouverts de boxer sont tous à l'air libre. Nate essaie de paraître fort mais j'entends de la nervosité dans sa voix alors qu'il dit: "Alec ne te fous pas-" est tout ce qu'Alec lui laisse dire avant de grogner et ... RRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFF Alec déchire un pet pétillant de 6 secondes qui imprègne à la hâte toute la voiture. Nate et moi commençons à bâillonner alors que nous nous retrouvons rapidement enveloppés dans l’un des nuages ​​de pet toxiques d’Alec. Et Alec ne semble pas avoir terminé. «Tu me fais juste savoir quand tu as décidé de nous emmener à Taco Bell et je m'arrêterai. Jusque-là, ayez un peu plus de ça… GGH » BBBBBBBBBMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRR «Cousin idiot, tu crois que j'ai besoin de Taco Bell pour bombarder ta voiture. Je peux bombarder ta voiture quand je veux. Comme maintenant par exemple… FGGH » RRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVUUUUUUUPPPPPPPP "Tu ferais mieux de changer d'avis bientôt Nate ou mes fesses puantes vont être piégées dans tes sièges d'auto en tissu pendant les prochains mois… NGGH" FFFFFFFFFHHHHHHWWWWWWWTTTTTTTTT Alec n'arrête pas de déchirer un pet monstre après l'autre, transformant l'intérieur de cette voiture en un environnement dangereux. L'air chaud et fétide qui circule dans la voiture fait tousser Nate et moi et nos yeux larmoyants. Je ne peux plus gérer ça. «S'il te plaît, Nate accepte juste de l'emmener à Taco Bell» je supplie Nate. Nate ferme les yeux et secoue vigoureusement la tête pour non. Alec recule et manœuvre son cul pour qu'il soit dirigé vers le côté du visage de Nate. D'une voix tendue, Alec dit: «HGH… Ne t'inquiète pas Vic, cette bombe A que je suis sur le point de larguer va lui faire voir les choses à ma façon. Préparez-vous pour cousin d'impact… NGH » BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT A 20 secondes, le monstre d'un pet sort du cul d'Alec et frappe Nate mort au visage. Sa bombe crosse est si puissante que je vois les cheveux de Nate battre comme s’il était dans une tornade. Le cul d'Alec ne vise peut-être pas mon visage mais je respire toujours sa puanteur fessière et c'est horrible. Cela sent la viande rance échouée dans une mer d'œufs pourris; complètement inhumain. Nate est gelé pendant quelques secondes après la fin du pet d’Alec. Il déchire soudain la portière de sa voiture, se penche et vomit. Je ne peux pas lui en vouloir, je me surprends presque à vomir sur les fumées des fesses d’Alec qui persistent encore dans la voiture. Nate se rétracte et ferme la porte une fois qu'il a terminé. "Très bien, nous allons nous arrêter à Taco Bell." Dit Nate d'une voix irrégulière. Alec se retourne et s'assoit sur son siège, l'air absolument fier de lui. Nous avons frappé au volant de Taco Bell et commandé une boîte de 12 tacos. Ils sont tous pour Alec; Nate et moi n’avons pas faim avec la puanteur des fesses d’Alec encore gravée dans nos nez. Il nous faut 10 minutes pour conduire de Taco Bell à la fête, et Alec termine la boîte entière de tacos en moins de 4 minutes. Alec est autre chose. Heureusement, il ne péte pas pendant tout le trajet. La fête qui se déroule dans une immense maison se déroule bien à notre arrivée. Dès que nous sommes garés, Nate est parti en un éclair. Probablement pour échapper aux pets d'Alec et retrouver cette pom-pom girl avec laquelle il a flirté tout l'été. Alec et moi nous rendons à la fête ensemble. J'ai l'intention de rester à ses côtés et de le présenter. Alors que nous nous dirigeons vers la porte d'entrée, Alec sautille devant moi, ouvrant la voie. Pendant qu'il marche… ppfft, ffhrr, bbhhhpp, rrwwwbb, bbbfffttt, ffffrrrbbb, bbbvvvoppp. Alec publie une série de poots d'une seconde, dos à dos, me saupoudrant en cours de route. A quelques pas de la porte Alec s'arrête complètement, se penche en avant certains, sortant son cul bulbeux. Avant de pouvoir m'arrêter, je rentre dans Alec. Dès que son boxer-vêtu, des globes charnus entre en contact avec mon abdomen… FFFFFFRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPP Alec me déchire un pet de 5 secondes. C'est vil et ça sent l'oignon, mais ce n'est pas aussi mauvais que ses pets précédents depuis l'intérieur de la voiture. Alec soupire de soulagement alors qu'il commence à frotter son cul contre le bas de mon ventre. «Ah, je me sentais égoïste de manger moi-même tous ces tacos, alors j'ai décidé de vous offrir les restes. Ne suis-je pas généreux Vic ha-ha »dit Alec effrontément. Je pousse légèrement Alec loin de moi et l'appelle une bite, le faisant rire à nouveau. Nous entrons dans la fête et je commence à présenter Alec. Quand il n’est pas une bite gazeuse, Alec peut être assez drôle et charmant (et sexy). Il entre facilement dans les bonnes grâces de tous ceux qu'il rencontre. Nous passons un bon moment ensemble, sortons avec les autres et buvons. Nous sortons même avec quelques gars de l'équipe de baseball. Alec leur dit qu’il essaiera pour l’équipe cette année et qu’ils sont très accueillants. Quelques heures après le début de la fête, Alec me prend par la main, nous conduit dans un salon vide à l'arrière et verrouille la porte. Il dispose d'un grand canapé et d'un fauteuil en cuir marron et d'une immense télévision à écran plat fixée au mur. Avant que je puisse demander à Alec ce qui se passe, il me soutient déjà dans le fauteuil rembourré. L'arrière de mes jambes se cogne contre la chaise et je pousse un petit grognement en tombant dessus. Alec se place entre mes jambes et se retourne en mettant son cul charnu sur mon visage. Je me presse contre le dossier de la chaise, essayant de m'échapper du cul destructeur d'Alec qui est pointé droit dans mon visage. «Que diable Alec?» Je demande en tremblant. «Très bien Vin, je suis sur le point de vous poser une question et vous allez me répondre honnêtement. Et si je pense même que vous me mentez, vous devrez faire face aux conséquences de mes fesses… HNGH » BBBBBBRRRRRRPPPPPFFFFFFFF Alec me déchire un pet de 4 secondes qui ressemble à un canard et qui sent l'enfer absolu. Cela me fait tousser et mes yeux me piquent. «Est-ce que j'ai compris Vin? Je suis trop occupé à tousser pour répondre à Alec, ce qui ne lui plaît pas. FFFFFRRRRRRHHHHHTTTTTTT Alec me déchire un autre pet infernal au visage qui me fait pleurer les yeux. «J'ai dit que je comprenais Vin?» «Oui-Oui, je comprends» je réponds au hasard. "Ok alors Vin, pourquoi tu ne veux pas sortir avec moi?" «Quoi» je demande complètement abasourdi. Alec répond en soulevant légèrement sa jambe droite et en grognant. PPPPPPPUUUUUUFFFFFFFFBBBBBBB Alec me déchire un autre pet vicieux au visage qui me détruit. «Ah, tu as entendu ce que j'ai demandé à Vin pour que je ne me répète pas. Mais je vais le répéter… GGH » FFFFFFFFFHHHHHHBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRR «Et ça… FHGH» BBBBBBBBBVVVVVVVVVMMMMMMMPPPPPPP «Et ça… HGGH» RRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWPPPPPPPTTTTTTT «Je peux faire ça toute la nuit Vin… GHH» PPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRR "Et je serais plus qu'heureux de vous le prouver… FHH" BBBBBBBRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFF Le barrage d’alec de bombes bout à bout rebelles me brise facilement. «Le code bro, le code bro» je crie. Alec me regarde, par-dessus son épaule, confus alors j'élabore. «Nate et moi avons mis en place une sorte de code bro. Nous ne pouvons pas nous rencontrer ni sortir avec des parents. Pour être plus précis: je ne peux pas être avec toi et Nate ne peut pas être avec ma sœur. " Alec a l'air encore plus confus pendant quelques instants, puis il sort de la pièce. Je ne sais pas ce que ressent Alec, ni si je devrais le poursuivre ou non. Heureusement, il revient quelques minutes plus tard mais il n’est pas seul. Il arrive avec ma sœur Chelsea à la remorque. Je regarde entre eux avec confusion tandis que ma sœur regarde Alec avec suspicion. Alec sourit à Chelsea et lui demande: «Hé Chelsea, je me demandais juste si Nathan t'a déjà frappé?» Chelsea roule des yeux et dit: "Ugh, putain de tout le temps" mes yeux s'écarquillent à cette information, "chaque fois que Vince n'est pas là, il flirte toujours avec moi. Il est tellement ennuyeux »avec ça, elle tourne sur les talons et sort de la pièce. Comme avant, Alec repart sans dire un mot. Je remarque à peine que ma colère contre Nate ne cesse de monter. Alec revient mais cette fois avec un Nate qui a l'air ennuyé. Alec pousse Nate vers moi alors qu'il verrouille la porte derrière lui. Je bondis de ma chaise enragée. «C'est quoi ce bordel Nate? Vous avez frappé ma sœur tout ce temps. Qu'en est-il du code bro que VOUS avez mis en place! " Je crie après Nate. Nate ressemble à un cerf pris dans les phares. Il commence alors à trouver des excuses comme «il ne voulait pas que nous nous réunissions et qu’il se sente comme une troisième roue» et cela ne fait rien pour apaiser ma colère. Nate semble également s'en rendre compte. Ses épaules s'affaissent dans la défaite et il a une expression maussade. «Je suis désolé Vin, je sais que je suis un âne. Je ferai tout ce que tu veux, s'il te plaît, pardonne-moi. " Je regarde Nate longuement et durement pendant que je réfléchis. Après quelques instants, je l’ai enfin compris. «Premièrement, ce stupide code bro sur les rendez-vous est parti» Nate accepte immédiatement cela, «Et deuxièmement, vous avez cassé le code avant que nous ne nous en débarrassions donc vous méritez d'être puni. Après quelques secondes, Nate acquiesce. Je montre du doigt le sol. «Allongez-vous sur le dos, par terre» lui ordonne-t-il. Nate fait lentement ce qu’il lui a dit tout en me regardant nerveusement. Une fois que Nate est allongé sur le sol, j'établis un contact visuel avec Alec et il sourit comme le chat du Cheshire. Il comprend ce que je veux et qu'il est temps de briller. Alec s'avance jusqu'à ce qu'il se tienne sur la poitrine de Nate, face à ses pieds. Nate halète d'horreur quand Alec se tient au-dessus de lui. Avant que Nate ne puisse s’échapper, Alec tombe à genoux, chevauchant la poitrine de Nate. Nate siffle alors que l'énorme cul d'Alec s'écrase sur sa poitrine, comprimant tout l'air de ses poumons. Alec est assis sur la poitrine de Nate, le dos lui faisant face. Alec commence à reculer, rapprochant son cul rond de plus en plus du visage de Nate. Nate commence à se tortiller et à paniquer. «Alec Vin, pardonne-moi, je suis désolé. Ne faisons rien de radical ici. " Nate supplie en vain. Alec ne s'arrête que lorsque son gros cul gris vêtu d'un boxer plane sur le visage de Nate. L'énorme cul d'Alec éclipse complètement la tête de Nate, je ne peux pas en voir un peu. Nate laisse échapper un cri peu viril alors que le cul d'Alec commence à descendre sur son visage, mais je place une main sur l'épaule d'Alec pour l'arrêter. Il me regarde d'un air interrogateur. «Non Alec» Nate soupire de soulagement en m'entendant dire ça. Penser tout cela n'était qu'une tactique effrayante. Il a tort. «Faites-le cul nu. Je ne veux rien qui filtre vos bombes A. » Je lui ai dit. Le sourire d'Alec est carrément diabolique. "Oh Vinny, tu es si cruel ha-ha" Alec tend la main et commence à tirer son boxer le long de son gros cul pétillant. Les globes épais et charnus d'Alec sortent de la prison de ses boxeurs serrés et vacillent de manière menaçante sur le visage terrifié de Nate. «S'il vous plaît Alec ne faites pas ça. Vous et Vin pouvez sortir ensemble maintenant, vous avez ma bénédiction. Nate plaide désespérément. "Désolé parce que, tu as entendu ce que le patron a dit, mes mains sont liées" Alec tend la main et écarte ses joues charnues, donnant à Nate un bon regard à l'intérieur de sa tranchée toxique. "Et c'est parti." "Non, s'il te plaît, ne-mmmmm" Alec laisse tomber son cul sur la tête de Nate, engloutissant son visage entre ses globes épais et charnus. Alec commence à se tortiller d'un côté à l'autre en travaillant le visage de Nate plus profondément dans son cul. Je regarde les joues pétillantes d'Alec se répandre sur les côtés du visage de Nate et je ne m'arrête pas avant qu'elles n'entrent en contact avec le sol. Incroyable, le cul colossal d'Alec a entièrement consumé la tête de Nate. Après une minute entière de tortillement, Alec s'arrête enfin et affiche un sourire effronté. «Je sens son nez effleurer mon trou du cul, il est temps de commencer cette fête. Alec serre ses mains en poings et se gratte le visage avec concentration. «NNGHH… Mauvaise nouvelle Nate, mon cul est armé et j'ai un réservoir plein de bombes A prêtes à être déployées. Bonne chance car tu vas en avoir besoin… FGGHH » BBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMPPPPPPPPP "J'espère que vous êtes toujours en vie là-bas parce que nous ne faisons que commencer ... HGH" FFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT "Tu sais Nate, je serais désolé pour toi si ça ne me faisait pas si bien de déchirer le cul ... GGH" PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBB «Luttez autant que vous voulez, vous ne vous échapperez pas de sitôt. Tu vas servir ton temps sous mon cul gazeux… NFGH » RRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTFFFFFFFFFFF «Je te laisserais partir Nate mais ce mec sexy veut que je te fasse souffrir avec mes pets. Vous allez devoir en prendre un pour le copain de l’équipe… FHH » BBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPMMMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRR «Oh, je suis désolé Nate mais je sens la mère de toutes les bombes A venir. C’est bien de vous connaître parce que… UGGH » FFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPP J'ai l'air satisfait alors qu'Alec illumine le visage piégé de Nate avec un barrage de bombes monstrueuses. Ma colère contre Nate s'apaise de plus en plus à chaque pet qu'Alec déchire. Alec termine son petit fartathon par un anormalement long qui dure près de 50 secondes. Je regarde le corps immobile de Nate sous Alec et je sais qu’il est assommé. Alec se lève du visage de Nate avec un silencieux mouillé. Le visage de Nate se révèle mouillé par les larmes, la morve et la sueur des fesses d'Alec. Alec se tient à côté de moi, pantalon et boxer toujours affaissés sous son cul bulbeux. Après d'innombrables années de torture, j'ai finalement demandé à Alec: «Puis-je vous emmener à un rendez-vous un jour?» Alec hausse les épaules et dit «Peut-être» me faisant tourner la tête. Je tourne la tête pour regarder Alec si vite que j'en ai presque un coup de fouet. Alec me regarde avec un petit sourire espiègle. Alec fait un pas pour qu'il soit debout devant moi et pose ses mains sur mes épaules. Il me pousse brutalement sur mes genoux, puis il se retourne. Je me retrouve maintenant face à face avec les fesses nues, charnues et bulles d’Alec. Alec me regarde, par-dessus son épaule, avec un grand sourire. «Avant de faire le prochain pas en avant, je pense que vous devriez savoir quelque chose Vin. Même si nous sommes ensemble, cela ne veut pas dire que je vais arrêter de péter sur vous; en fait, cela signifie tout le contraire. Si nous devenons une chose, vous pouvez être sûr que vous serez bombardé A plusieurs fois par jour. Maintenant, après que je vous ai donné un aperçu de ce que vous faites si nous devenons un couple, vous pouvez décider si vous voulez toujours emmène-moi à un rendez-vous. Alec tend la main, attrape l'arrière de ma tête et enfonce rapidement mon visage dans son gros cul. Mon visage est immédiatement immergé entre les globes charnus d'Alec. Mes yeux arrosent du gaz de cul persistant emprisonné entre ses joues. Alec commence à tourner ses hanches, tirant mon visage plus profondément dans son cul bulbeux. Il ne s'arrête que lorsque son trou du cul clignant de l'œil embrasse le bout de mon nez. J'entends alors la voix d'Alec venant au-dessus de moi. "Très bien Vin voici la première de nombreuses bombes A intimes si vous devenez mon petit ami ... HGH" PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUBBBBBBB «Chaque fois que nous dormirons ensemble, je ne manquerai pas de vous ranger avec une belle et longue cocotte… GGH» RRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVAAAAAAPPPPPP "Et je ne manquerai pas de vous réveiller le lendemain matin avec mon puissant tonnerre du matin… FGH" FFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPPPWWWWWWWRRRRR "Non seulement tu verras les lèvres avec moi, mais tu le feras aussi avec mes lèvres de cul ... NGH" RRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFF «En fait, vous devriez le faire maintenant. Pucker up Vin… UGH » Alec repositionne mon visage pour que ma bouche soit sur son trou du cul. BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPSSSSSSS Pour la troisième fois aujourd'hui, Alec me déchire une volée de pets massifs. Je me sens assez étourdi surtout après son dernier qui dure une minute entière. Les œufs et les oignons pourris sont tout ce que je peux sentir et goûter. Alec sort mon visage de son cul et m'aide à me lever. Je dois avoir l'air en désordre avec des larmes et de la sueur des fesses couvrant mon visage, mais Alec ne semble pas s'en soucier. «Alors Vin, tu veux toujours m'emmener à un rendez-vous? Demande Alec avec un sourcil levé. Je regarde Alec dans les yeux et je dis: «Je viendrai vous chercher demain soir à 6 heures» Alec sourit et rit de ma réponse. «Ha-ha c'est mon garçon. Je vais avoir tellement de plaisir à te gazer ce week-end Vinny. " Dit Alec et me fait un clin d'œil.

The fart sofa -

As they all sat on the new provided sofa, Jason the left side let a huge wet one rip. He shuffled around afterwards to get comfortable.

Alex in the middle, smelt the air as he looked at Mike on the right, he then leant over, Mike spotting this and PPPPPPPPHHhHHrryytttt! Mike sniffed it up as he as well let one rip.

‘This feels so good!’

He let another rip this time, timing it right as Jason on the other side let one rip simultaneously at the same time. The air around them started to stink as the three men sat stirring in their gases. A mix of beef stroganoff and rotten onion permeated through the room and even the house.

As they watched the clips on Alex’s phone, he remembered what the new sofa had. He almost forgot. He flicked a switch on his phone from an app named ‘Fart filtration 2.0 Human edition’ As he switched it holes appeared through the material as your face and body was now more at the mercy of the three gentleman than before.

All of them looking into the holes as you looked back at the three men who would give you their asses for one reason. FARTS. As they looked, the pattern shirted man sat down on the whole right near your face, you heard unbuttoning and his trousers slay were pulled down revealing two globes of ass. The two others grew shocked as....

SSSSSS -SSpPpPhHhhHRrrRtTtT!!!

A wet sounding ripple burst out of Jason’s cheeks.

‘Damn that felt good!’ His face changed for a minute. ‘Not finished yet!!’ He pushed and his ass exploded with tow to three farts, it feeing for you like an almighty fart of just one.

‘You should really try this’ said Jason as his ass and dick flopped as he moved out the way. Alex, the one on the right undid his trousers too and pulled down his Calvin Klein boxers. He hesitated looked down at you.

‘Just to warn ya, I had a curry last night!’ He then spun round as you were greeted to a hairy ass, much bigger than his buddies before. His buddy sat next to him, let one rip too. They both stared over at each other as they both concentrated letting a shovel baritone sound serenade the sofa as-well as your face.

‘How did you not tell us bout’ this earlier!’ The two friends looked at their buddy. He shrugged. And sat down on one of the three holes and let a tiny one rip which stank up the chamber you were in straight away. The other buddy sat on the remaining hole and you were now trapped into the storage unit of sorts your body was in.

The three buddies looked at each other and strained.

Ppppphhhrrttttt! The first fart!

Ssssgggghrt! The second and the last...

PPpPpPpPppPpPpPppPpPptrRRrRtTtTtTtTt!!!!!

They all look at each and laugh. He pulls out his phone and goes back to watching videos. They all just sat there, letting rip as they watched and they’d be there for a long time to come.