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What's your ethnic background?
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im white w hispanic blood

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I remember one story from that site where the story was like the guys older brother tied him to a lounge chair and pushed it all the way down and then his older brother made him smell gross things like his butt and farts even putting a pair of dirty boxers on his head
damn... I remember one about a guy who was forced to be in a box in an office elevator with just his nose poking out so any man going in to work could fart on him. Inspiration to my office stories lol
omg it remember that older brother fart story form. It was like topix or something like that. I wish I had saved a lot of the stories from there
same, there were so many that I loved & influenced me but are gone forever now :(
You've mentioned before that you enjoy reading, what are some of your favorite "normal" (i.e. non-fetish related) books and what genres do you tend to gravitate towards?
oh interesting a personal question that isn't related to nastiness,
I like horror classics, some general fiction classics, short stories, mix of high brow & low brow. Some favorite books;
David Mitchell - Cloud Atlas
Jeff VanderMeer - Annihilation
King - Misery
Oates - Blonde
Ishiguro - Never Let Me Go
Flynn - Sharp Objects
Murakami - 1Q84
Larsson - The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
Poe - Cask of Amontillado, Masque of the Red Death, Fall of the House of Usher, The Black Cat, The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar
Lovecraft - The Music of Erich Zann, Cool Air, The Shadow Over Innsmouth
crazy hypothetical, in a world where fart smut is normal obviously your work would be the most popular and the gold standard.
So say your story The Bet is being turned into a feature length film and you are in charge of casting. What actors would you cast to play the characters?
Thanks for the kind words I am surprised at how often people compliment my writing. Honestly because I had wanted to be an author when I was younger & I read a lot (still try to) so already had a mind for fiction, but I never stuck with it "seriously", glad to fill a niche market lol
Hard Q. I don’t think about celebrities when making up characters. Also kind of funny to say looking over the story again I straight up forgot a few of the friends who were not nearly as memorable as fan favorite Luke. But here are some that could work if in this fantasy timeline we could get these actors in their early 20s;
Alex - KJ Apa with red hair, always thought of Alex as a redhead
Luke - Tyler Posey, not for the look as much as he would be good acting immature and cocky
Mike - Chris Pratt when he was younger, had a dad bod, and a bit more burlyÂ
Connor - Chris Hemsworth, but younger with black dyed hair
Danny - Dylan O’Brien, Posey’s here so why not
Felix - Michele Morrone, mostly because he’s hot
Riley - David Corenswet, mostly because he’s hot

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Are you planning to continue Zack’s Fart Pet? The cliffhanger with Luke being introduced made me so excited cause Luke and Zack are my two favorite characters you created. I’ve fantasized that the first time Farty has to sniff one of Luke’s farts he rates it like an 18 or even 20. I’ve always loved rating farts in stories so I think it’d be hot if an average Luke fart is way worse than Zack’s worst fart.
Yes I do mean to, I've been stuck not knowing what to do for the next few chapters but I'm hoping to work through it soon
are you the person who wrote “The Bet” ?? and all parts?
Yes I am he. Fun fact, first shared it in short segments on some forum where people were sharing stories about being tortured by gassy older brothers (but was obvious all the posts were fantasies from other fetishists) & people kept asking me to write more and I ended up turning it into a longer series. Since it's the first thing I wrote it's my least favorite but at chapter 10 it clicked that i could let the fantasy get as absurd as I wanted to & that started my hobby of fart stories
Not to be dramatic or anything but you posting again has given me new reason to live lol. You're one of the greats dude!! Tbh I probably owe my entire acquisition of this depraved fetish to you. Always remember to take care of yourself <3
<3 thank you Im glad that we arent alone in our nasty fantasies
I really like the stories about a guy becoming furniture, my favorites are that super bowl couch story you wrote as well as the human chair (I'd have the entire dramatis personae of both stories blast farts up my nose in succession if I could lol.)
Just out of curiosity, what do you find enticing about this particular scenario?
good question....I like a few things: complete immobility and lack of control...being forced to fix all your attention on the ass of the man degrading you as you are kept from moving away or any other stimuli...the degradation of being ignored as furniture but also being tortured for entertainment...& being trapped like this for ridiculous amounts of time.
idk if i need a therapist or not but im getting horny thinking about this
I really like the stories about a guy becoming furniture, my favorites are that super bowl couch story you wrote as well as the human chair (I'd have the entire dramatis personae of both stories blast farts up my nose in succession if I could lol.)
Just out of curiosity, what do you find enticing about this particular scenario?
good question....I like a few things: complete immobility and lack of control...being forced to fix all your attention on the ass of the man degrading you as you are kept from moving away or any other stimuli...the degradation of being ignored as furniture but also being tortured for entertainment...& being trapped like this for ridiculous amounts of time.
idk if i need a therapist or not but im getting horny thinking about this

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Straight Boys Next Door, Ch.3
Ngl, I started typing and I got so horny I couldn't stop. Again, no farts in this story;
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Another Saturday morning I got a text from Cole. “I don’t wanna get out of bed. Do you wanna come over?” He didn’t have to say more than that.
My thumbs shook as I typed “Coming now”.
And I felt my face go red as I got stiff, thinking that I was going to come soon. I threw on jeans and a hoodie and rushed downstairs. I tried to make my voice as relaxed and nonchalant as possible, speaking toward my dad in the living room “I’m going to hang at Cole’s”
“This early? Again?” his voice returned.
“Uh, yeah, we’re gonna hang with friends. One of them has a family thing so yeah we’re doing it early.” I don’t know why I added all that. Also didn’t like that I said “Doing it early”
But my dad either wasn’t suspicious or didn’t care enough. “See you later kiddo. Hey text your mom if you’re gonna be home late.”
“Ok,” I was already letting the storm door shut behind me. I walked over to Cole’s house next door. I felt embarrassed about ringing the bell, but the door opened before I could. His dad nodded at me.
“Ah, morning sir,” I gulped. I hoped my voice didn’t give anything away, I hope he didn’t guess the real reason I was here.
Again, no suspicion; “Morning Sam. Cole’s up in his room. You playing games this early?”
Of course he was thinking the Switch. I said, “Uh yep yeah.” Definitely playing games.
“Try not to make noise, Cole gets angry when playing some of those games and that gets his mom all worked up.”
“I promise I’ll be quiet” my heart was thumping. We would both keep our moaning as low as we could.
I took my shoes off and walked up the stairs. Nearly sprinted, I was hiking two steps at a time. I turned the corner of the hall and got to Cole’s bedroom door. I swallowed, knocked, and said “Hey dude it’s me,”
“Come in.”
When I opened the door, I was greeted by one of the most beautiful sights. Cole was lying in his bed as the sunlight came through the blinds cast against the blankets. He was flat on his stomach, propping up his head and arms with his pillow, looking over his shoulder at me. He was shirtless and his blanket was down past his bare butt. The sunlight made his butt cheeks look like they were glowing, and I could see the short light fuzz across them. My dick was straining in my jeans. He smirked at me over his shoulder. My heart melted.
“There you are,” He said, “I was getting cold.”
I didn’t know what to say. He was toying with me, I think. Making fun of how turned on I was. He swayed his butt at me, still smirking. I was trembling as I shut the door. He was giggling to himself. My dick was throbbing bad. I turned back to his beautiful ass cheeks, hips still swaying. I got on top of the bed and scooted toward them, lowering my head. His globes were creamy white, and I ran my hands over them feeling his smooth skin, giving them a little squeeze. I had to relax, I felt like my dick would explode at any moment and I hadn’t even started yet! I leaned in and kissed the left cheek, then the right, then started kissing him again and again, all over.
“That tickles,” he said, “Damn, I know you’re gay but, I dunno, never thought a guy would love my butt so much.”
“Sorry,” I was embarrassed, my breath hitting his ass cheeks.
“No, it’s,” he paused, “I don’t wanna say cute but, I dunno. I wish more girls were like you.”
Ok fuck other girls, I thought, no they aren’t like me. No, they wouldn’t love your butt like I do. I love your butt. I’m your ass licker.
I gave his cheeks another soft squeeze, then I spread them. His asshole was pink and wrinkled tight. God I loved his asshole. I leaned in and gave it a long kiss, feeling it clench against my lips, letting his musk warm my face. I loved his asshole so much.
“Ah yeah that’s good…” he cooed. He squirmed a little under my tongue.
In the past two weeks, Cole had gotten spoiled. While Josh felt kind of awkward about doing much with me since he has a girlfriend, Cole was asking for a near-daily rimming. He said it felt really good to be licked down there right when he woke up. After I offered to come by any morning he’s in the mood for it, I’ve been losing sleep. Too excited for breakfast in bed, I’d wake up way too early and wait until the sun rose, and then even later so my parents wouldn’t ask why i was leaving at the crack of dawn,
So my face disappeared into his crack. It was so warm, and musty from sweating during the night. Smelled like a boy’s butt should. I was in heaven. I loved moving down to suck on his taint so my nose could press against his hole. My spit would get all over my face but I didn’t care. His asshole twitched against my nose, clenching over the tip of it.
“Ok sorry dude but I need-,” He lifted up on his elbows. He felt awkward saying it, but I knew he really wanted me to suck him off. I saw his long dick throb, and noticed the pearl of precum sticking to the wet patch on his stomach.
I thought I would never stop drooling. He twisted to his back and pulled the blankets up over my head. He liked to watch porn on his phone while I blew him. Again, spoiled. But I couldn’t be too offended, he didn’t want to call himself bisexual even though he obviously was. But maybe he couldn’t stay as hard for me if he looked into my eyes while blowing him the way he did when I was behind him adoring his asshole.
And why would I complain when his red throbbing cock was drooling for me? The time I spent with Josh and Cole had trained me to control my gag reflex. I was finally able to get my lips against Josh’s pubic hair, which made both of us happy. Likewise, Cole’s prick didn’t make me gag nearly as much as it used to. I kissed his dick from tip to base and back, swirled my tongue around its head, and wrapped my lips around it. He let out a little moan as my lips reached the top of his balls. His cock was down my throat and I swallowed against it, relaxing and breathing through my nose. I cradled his balls and bobbed my head.
I couldn’t see his face, but he kept letting out quiet moans and whimpers. I knew he was fighting for his life trying not to be loud as his parents were downstairs. When the house was empty, he moaned and cried a lot. I loved him, he was so cute, I loved making him moan.
Breathless, he whispered, “I’m about to, fuck I’m close,”
As I had practiced over and over, I pressed my face against his body, taking his cock as far into my throat as possible. His ballsack tightened in my hand. I rubbed my knuckle against his taint. He let out a whimper, louder than the others. He always did this right before shooting his ropes. This would make me gag, as his dick was so hard, and as it shot cum, it made me gag again and again. I didn’t mind because I knew that my gagging throat was massaging his dick, especially the tip, and each swallow milked more and more cum out of him.
He collapsed and was breathing heavy. I felt his dick slowly, very slowly, go soft. Still twitching and flexing every few seconds. I laid down with my face still buried in his crotch, and relaxed my hands to lay my arms over his stomach, I had tears in my eyes from gagging so much at the end, but I was able to breathe and relax, feeling his dick trying to get soft even though my mouth kept making it twitch. When it finally went flaccid, I pulled up and it flopped out of my mouth dripping with my saliva.
“Fuck me dude,” he whispered, “that’s so good, every time, fuck…”
The next part of these rituals would be more for me. He rolled back onto his stomach. I knew he was burying his face into his arms. I reached under his bed and pulled out an old pair of boxers. Another gross intimacy we shared was that he always instructed me to use his cumrags second hand; socks, boxers, any dirty clothes he grabbed to wipe up his spunk. I wrapped it around my dick and got back down as his beautiful ass returned to me again.
I pulled his cheeks apart and got to kiss his asshole again. I licked his pink hole, hard. My face was smushed by his squishy ass cheeks. I wrapped my arms around them, squeezing them to force my eyes shut and completely bury my face. He whimpered as my tongue went deeper and deeper. He bent his legs and I felt him rest his feet on the small of my back, his toes curling against me, as if his thighs were hugging me. He squirmed his ass back into my face, begging me to go even deeper. His hole kept twitching around my tongue.
Of course I came in under a minute of this. My dick was wrapped in his old cum stained boxers, and flooded them with my own cum. I gasped into his asshole.
Just because we both came didn’t mean we were done. Cole loved a lazy Saturday morning in bed letting me lick his asshole as much as I wanted. I kept kissing his ass cheeks, his hole, diving back in, coming up for air, kissing the small of his back right above his butt crack, moving back down to kiss his balls while I nuzzled my nose into his butthole.
Cole chuckled, “Relax buddy, you don’t have to prove it; my butt loves you too.”
I ate him out for an hour
…
It was surreal to have this secret relationship with Cole. I always hung out with him and Josh and their group of friends. Guys and girls, some dating each other. I would sit among them, thinking how none of them had any idea that I was Josh and Cole’s personal ass licker. Hell, they had no idea that I was worshiping both of them. I was even cracking jokes with Josh’s girlfriend, Amanda, as if I hadn’t shoved my tongue up her boyfriends asshole yesterday afternoon.
Oh yeah, I was too caught up in Cole’s beautiful cheeks I forgot to tell you more about Josh. Fuck me, where to start…
I mentioned earlier that I didn’t play with Josh nearly as often as I did with Cole. Partly because I think Josh couldn’t decide if he wanted to be honest about how much he loved having his ass worshiped by me. But it was also because he actually had a girlfriend and I’m guessing the guilt kept him from texting me as often. But it didn’t stop him. Maybe three time a week, especially on nights when Amanda didn’t want to hang out, Josh would hit me up.
It was always the same; We’d go into his basement or bedroom, put something on TV, and after chatting and joking at whatever was on screen for a few minutes, he would drop the pretense and ask “Do you wanna practice your tongue game?
Like I would ever say no.
At first he was way more shy than Cole. Instead of wiggling around against me, he would stay still and quiet except for whispered swears. Not sure why he kept himself from relaxing, but he couldn’t pretend he didn’t love it. I would feel him shiver when my breath tickled his balls. I would lick and suck them from behind, digging my tongue into him, not stopping until I got a moan out of him.
But lately he was letting his inner beast out. I’m not joking when I say Josh could get feral.
He preferred to get on top of me. I would lay on my back as he took his jeans off. Then he would get his feet on either side of my head, standing up and giving me an amazing vintage point, seeing his hung cock, balls, ass cheeks, and face all at once. I loved how his pubic bush looked. He would bend down, either facing my feet so I was looking at his hairy ass cheeks, or facing my head and I’d look up past his dick into his eyes.
Josh loved lowering down so his ass was covering my mouth shut, his taint stuffing my nose, and his cock and balls draping over my face. He did it with a mischievous grin, smothering me in his stench. I would panic as the pain of suffocation tightened in my lungs, and Josh would laugh looking in my eyes. The evil animal within him teasing his prey. My dick would throb even though I felt like I was going to die under his balls and ass.
In between these moments of smothering, he would sit up enough so I could lick his ass and breathe at the same time. The hair all over Josh’s ass crack made it rougher to spend time with than Cole. My mouth and cheeks would tingle afterward from the friction. I loved the feeling of his wet asscrack hairs sticking to my tongue. I loved kissing and sniffing his asshole. It was always more musky than Cole’s. From the hair holding onto sweat and worse, probably. I loved his stink. I loved his ass stink.
Whereas Cole was relaxed while I worshipped him, Josh was less patient and more rough. When he wanted me to suck his cock, he would just say “Open your mouth.” The moment I did, he would shove his cock in, not giving me a moment to prepare and forcing me to start gagging. He would only pull out to readjust. Or get me in his favorite position; having me lay on my back with my head hanging off the side of his bed as he stood over me and fucked my throat with greater ease. I loved it too. Well, honestly the throat fucking would hurt and no matter how often I told him he needed to be more gentle, he would only be careful for so long before his animal side took over and his hips started thrusting. But I did love watching his balls and ass with every thrust, his balls dangling over my eyes, his ass cheeks clenching.
He had no problem with me masturbating at the same time. His smell, his ass, his balls, his cock jabbing my throat, the moans he let out, I usually came before he did. I always made sure to bring a towel to clean up after plus an extra pair of underwear when Josh texted me.
When he came, he would press in as deep as he could. He loved feeling me gag against his cock, my throat forcing more and more spurts of cum. What he called “Sucking his soul out of his dick.” He gasped, enjoying how long it took for his dick to soften. Every little brush of my tongue on his sensitive cock would make it flex. I loved being his cum slut.
He’d finally pull his dick out of my mouth, slapping my face with my own spit. After a breather, we’d go back to the couch to watch a movie for real this time. Or, he would watch the movie. I’d lay on the couch first, then he would lay on top of me, naked from the waist down, and put pillows up against my legs to prop his head up. His legs would drape over the arm rest behind my head, pinning me with the weight of his body pressing his ass against my face. I’d rim him for a while as he watched the movie, my hands hugging his torso as my tongue buried into his ass. It was always harder to breathe with Josh. Every breath pulled in the smell of his balls and ass.
I loved feeling his hairs tickle my nose.
I loved kissing his asshole.
It wouldn’t be too long before I could see his dick start to get stiff, just over the cusp of his balls blocking out my line of sight. Every time, we had the same exchange;
“Can we have round two?” It was strange that, when he wasn’t actively using me, his pre and post sex voice sounded timid and pathetic. Like he was embarrassed to ask.
“Round one took too much out of me. My throat is so sore.”
“I’m sorry,” He did always sounded genuinely guilty. “I’m, uh, I,”
“It’s ok, just try to relax next time and then we can have a round two” though I knew that next time would be just as rough. The pain would feel so good.
As I kissed and sucked on his asshole, hugging his torso as his body weight kept me immobile and warm, I imagined that sex with his girlfriend was probably not as rough. Maybe I was biased, maybe I liked fantasizing about myself being “better” than a girl, but I did believe that Josh would let himself be rough for me the way he had to hold back for Amanda.
Don’t worry about her, I thought, you can tear into my throat. You can smother me in your ass cheeks. You can drag your balls across my face. I loved being buried in your dirtiest parts.
Before I’d leave for the night, after we were dressed, I’d get on my knees and kiss his ass through his jeans again and again. I’d kiss his dick though the fabric also. I liked that I would feel it twitch against my lips, knowing that he would be hard for me after I was already gone.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” He was still bashful, “I, I dunno I just don’t get to do this..stuff…”
Just as I thought. I kissed his bulge again. “I can take it.”
I hoped that got his heart racing. I left his house, my face buzzing from the friction of his ass hair. Even after I took my shower, his ass stink still clung to my nose, stuck in my nostrils. I’d jerk off one more time before turning over to sleep, smelling his asshole with every breath.
Which "protagonist" in your stories would you like to be the most?
all of them are some category of desire I've had...im going to nominate from In the Speed Dating Booth as I have always wished my best friend would let me be his fart sniffer
hierarchy of gas is such a great concept
yeah esp the bonding between the older ones agreeing to only fart on the youngest. I never had brothers :,(
Grizzly Bear
This was a really old story, one I thought I lost way back from the first tumblr purge. People have been asking for it lately and I found out I did have a copy;
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Growing up as the youngest of five brothers meant my life was a living hell. My parents were always working, so that meant my oldest brother Jackson was in charge. Since I was the youngest, I was always the punching bag for their pranks.
Sometimes my brother Aiden would dump his dirty laundry over me. The worst was that he had taken one of his dirty socks, stuffed it into my mouth, and tied the other sock around my mouth so I couldn’t spit it out. He did this after handcuffing me to a chair with dad’s spare handcuffs [he was a cop] and then he’d drop a pair of dirty boxers over my face, making sure the part that was over his ass would line up with my nose, and leave me there for an hour.
Sometimes my brother Liam loved giving me wedgies. I’d be lying on my stomach on the carpet, watching cartoons, and suddenly I’d feel my underwear yank up, squeezing my crotch and burning my ass crack. I’d scream as my whole body was lifted off the ground by the back of my underwear, Ethan cackling over me like an evil god.
Oliver would love to hit me when I’d least expect it. Most often I’d walk out of the bathroom in the morning and his fist would swing out of nowhere to hit my arm or my gut. The gut was the worst, those would make me double over. Sometimes he’d swing around from behind a corner and let his hand at full force slap my butt. That always stung.Â
But worst of all was Jackson, and the hierarchy of gas. The “hierarchy” was a term he made up. Basically, you were allowed to burp and fart on any brother younger than you. So he got to share his gas with all of us. In order of oldest to youngest, it was him, Aiden, Liam, Oliver, and then me. That meant that I was always going to be a target for a gassy mouth or butt, and I couldn’t burp or fart back at any of them. Oliver loves to tell me that he’s so glad I was born, because when he was the youngest, he would get the worst of Jackson’s ass blasts.Â
It was normal for me to be woken up in bed with one of their butts pointed in my face. The second I’d realized what I was looking at, I’d hear the fart sputtering at me, and I would jump back, saying “ew” and moaning, trying to get away from the stink cloud that would hit me no matter what. It was normal for me to be laying on the ground watching TV and suddenly feel weight against the back of my head, and then hear and feel a fart vibrating into my hair. Aiden likes to call that “shampoot”.
Jackson was above all, the worst. He’s free to fart on whoever he wants, but most often he’ll only burp at the others. We’d be having lunch, he’d burp and blow it at one of their faces. We’d laugh, they’d groan in disgust. But he seemed to save nearly all of his gas for me personally.
Once, when I was really young, I was playing around on my bed. The bed frame had a crevice in the middle that was just big enough for me to squeeze through, and so I would pretend I was a criminal escaping prison. While I was playing, I’d twisted at an awkward angle and got my chest stuck in the frame. My head and upper half was laying on the bed, my arms and legs were sticking out from the end. I started freaking out, crying for help. Jackson rushed in, “What’s up little buddy? You ok?” All of my brothers had dark hair, but Jackson was the oldest and the hairiest. His chest, arms, and legs were coated in black hair.
“I’m stuck, help me out!”
I saw the evil grin cross his face, “Sure thing bro. Gimme a sec, I want to unwind.”
He didn’t pronounce it as “unwind,” but rather “un-wind”, like deflating. My eyes widened, I kept saying “NO, no no no no!!” But it was too late. He had picked up my blanket, dropped it over my head, and then looking up, I saw his lower half stick under the blanket, his shorts covered butt pointed at my face.Â
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He farted over and over. My arms and legs flailed from the end of the bed. I screamed, he laughed, he watched TV while I was stuck in the Dutch oven.
That’s the kind of brother Jackson was. He loved making me suffer through his farts.
The best/worst example of this was whenever we played Grizzly Bear. I remember the first time I played that game well.
“Hey Noah,” I was sitting on the couch when I heard Jackson say my name. I turned my head and saw him and the rest of my brothers standing over me, their arms folded. “We’re gonna play Grizzly Bear. And you’re it.”
Grizzly Bear was a game of his invention, that he started playing with Aiden when it was just the two of them. Then they both played against Liam. And then Oliver. And now they play it against me.
It was basically hide and seek. Jackson was the “grizzly bear”, and the youngest brother was always “it”. Whoever was “it” had to hide, and if he could stay hidden for ten minutes, he wins. If he’s found…
Well, the reason it’s called Grizzly Bear is because Jackson was the hairiest of us all. He’s always been hairy. And being the top tier farter in the hierarchy of gas, he loves to point out how hairy his ass is.Â
“It’s almost 3. You have to hide for fifteen minutes.” He explained to me, my head tilted, like a curious dog, “and if we can’t find you by 3:15, then you win.”
Liam cut in, “But none of us have ever won this game. So don’t expect it.”
Jackson continued, “If we find you, then the Grizzly Bear gets to sit on you.”
And when I didn’t understand, he turned around and pulled his pants down. His ass was covered in a furry crop of black hair, “If we find you, your face becomes the Grizzly Bear’s seat.”
In a panic, I jumped up and ran off to hide. I heard my brothers laugh behind me while Jackson counted down from 100 out loud.
100 seconds to hide. I hated Jackson’s farts. They always smelled so bad. To think that he would hold me down and sit his bare butt on my face...no, I didn’t want that to happen. I needed to find the best hiding spot possible.Â
The thing about this game was that, even though it technically only needs Jackson and the youngest brother, all of the brothers older than the youngest would help Jackson look. So when it was just Jackson, Aiden, and Liam, Aiden would help Jackson look. With each new brother, the former youngest would become a member of the Grizzly Bear search party. That meant that I had to hide from all four of my older brothers. I was playing the most difficult version of the game: a little kid trying to outsmart his four oldest brothers who would be looking all over the house for fifteen minutes. My heart was racing. There was no way I could stay hidden for fifteen minutes from all of them. But I needed to try: I didn’t want to become Jackson’s seat.
I remember hiding in my dad’s closet, behind his suit jackets. I thought it was the best place, since none of us were allowed in there. I couldn’t count how often Oliver called me a goodie two shoes. None of them would expect me to hide in the forbidden bedroom of our parents.
The minutes went by. I heard my brothers call my name, laugh, shuffle around the house, moving around furniture, opening doors, footsteps everywhere. My heart was pounding and my ears were burning red. I had no idea how to check how long I’d been hiding, and how many more minutes I had. I was afraid that if they didn’t find me, they’d play a new round anyway. I gasped when the thought came; the thought that no matter what, sooner or later, Jackson WOULD sit on my face with his naked butt. Only a matter of time. I started to cry out of anxiety.
I sat in the darkness of my dad’s closet, hugging my knees, waiting for the inevitable. Minutes passed, I kept hearing my brothers searching around the house. The’d cleared through the ground floor, and I heard two of them walking around the upstairs floor. They’re probably going through all the rooms. They were going to find me eventually.
Dread was hanging in my stomach. Dreading the stink. How gross would it feel? I’d never felt Jackson’s naked butt against me...what would a naked fart against my face feel like? How bad would the smell be? I was trembling.Â
I jumped when the door to my parents room opened. I heard Aiden, “Oh Noah...the Grizzly is getting tired and wants to pop a squat.” I held my breath. I could barely see Aiden’s shadow pass the closet door. I think he fell to his knees and was looking under the bed, “And he tells me he had a lot of nachos this afternoon, and he’s got a literal buttload of nacho farts to feed you.”
The thought made me want to puke.
His shadow covered the crack in the door. I kept my hand over my mouth and nose. My heart was skipping beats.
“Noah, are you in there?” He laughed. I didn’t move. “It’s only been ten minutes. If you’re in here that means you’re about to get one hell of a stink face.”
I clenched my eyes shut. I couldn’t avoid it anymore. The closet door swung open. In a last minute panic, I jumped to my feet to sprint past him. I don’t know what my plan was, maybe I thought I could run to my bedroom and lock the door. But he was too fast. He grabbed my arm. I started screaming, trying to fight him off, but he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up.
“FOUND HIM!!!” He shouted, carrying me out of the bedroom and down the stairs.Â
“NO, PLEASE DON’T,” I couldn’t help but cry.
“We’ve all had to suffer through this, Noah,” Aiden laughed, “Quit being a baby and take your punishment like a man.”
I gulped. Jackson came up the stairs from the basement, an evil grin on his face. He let out a little roar, “The Grizzly wins again!”
We were all back in the living room. Aiden, Liam, and Oliver had brought me to the ground, lying on my back, my head resting on a pillow. Liam and Oliver held my limbs down, so even if I tried to wrestle away, I knew I would be able to get up. Aiden had his hands on either side of my head, so I wouldn’t be able to turn away. I had no choice but to watch as Jackson stepped his feet on either side of my head. He was patting his stomach, “Oh, Noah, I think I picked the worst time to have you play this game. You have no idea how badly my guts have been grumbling this afternoon.”
I whimpered. He took a deep breath, a satisfied sigh, and then pulled his shorts down. Above me, his giant butt cheeks, covered in black hair, slowly lowered to my face. I scrunched up, cringing, watching his cheeks naturally separate and I got a glimpse of his butt hole through the thick hair in his crack. Then, his hands came to each cheek and spread them wider. Now, I was staring directly at his gaping butthole. The smell was foul, as bad as butt sweat always is. He hovered a few inches over my face. I held my breath, my cheeks puffed up, spitting out, shaking. My brothers were all laughing around me.
“Any last words?” He asked, looking down at me between his legs.
“...how long?” Was all I could get out. My voice cracked.
“That’s the best part: until you DIE”
He sat full weight onto my face before I could react. Immediately I started shaking around, trying to get my arms and legs free of my brother’s grasps. But there was no way to escape. I still held my breath, but Jackson squirmed a bit and grinded his hairy butt into my face, his hairs were tickling the inside of my nose and without sniffing I could still smell his butt funk. I tried twisting my neck to free my face from stink hell, but Aiden was holding on tight. I felt his hole pucker up against my nose,
PRTPRTPRPTRPTRPTPPPPP
My brothers cheered, probably thinking of all the times they had to live through what I was experiencing, glad that they would never have Jackson fart directly up their noses ever again. And yes, even though I didn’t sniff, he had farted into my nostrils and that had forced the stink into my lungs. I coughed and gagged, gasping for air but the only air I could get was coming from his butt.Â
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I was getting dizzy. The stink was so bad sure, but I kept gasping and sucking in his farts. I needed air, I was literally choking to death on his farts. I could hear them all laughing, I felt Jackson shake and scrub his ass into my face. It was like the worst face massage anyone could ask for. He shifted and I felt his hole press against my lips. I didn’t realize that was where my lips were until I felt him push again,
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The fart had broke my lips open and shot down over my tongue and into my throat. I gagged violently, accidentally swallowing his fart. I was so dizzy, so sick to my stomach, so humiliated listening to my brothers laugh like hyenas.Â
“I think he’s fading away,” I heard Oliver say. And he was right. I was starting to see stars. The hands that held me down moved off of me, but even though they were free, I could barely move them. I tried to bring my arms up to push him off, but I was so dizzy from the farts that my hands only weakly grabbed onto his thighs.
“Aw, I think he’s falling asleep,” Jackson shifted once more and his hole had closed around the tip of my nose. The smell was unbareable.
“Nighty night, fart face.”
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Sucking in his fart as a last attempt to breathe, I’d passed out. Everything went black.
…
Jackson said that the first time he’d ever played Grizzly Bear, when he stink-faced Aiden into unconsciousness, he actually freaked out and thought he’d killed him. When he realized that he had the power to knock kids out with just his ass fumes, he became an evil monster.
And so my childhood, up through my teen years, were full of this game. College aged Jackson had no problem saying “Who’s up for a game of Grizzly Bear?” He was on the school’s wrestling team, so even if I said no, he would fight me down and straddle my face anyway. I had to try hiding at least.Â
But that’s where something major happened.
First, I realized I was gay. But second...I realized that I actually enjoyed being the victim of the Grizzly Bear game.
The first dozen times I would tremble in fear, dread being knocked out by Jackson’s farts. But the more often we played, the more I accepted my fate as the eternal fart sniffer, and the more that I was actually welcoming it. I’d gotten used to how his butt smelled. I’d become almost like a connoisseur of my older brother’s farts, like fine wine, I would sniff them and see how different foods had effected his gastronomical tract.
I had fallen in love with his asshole.
That’s why, even in high school, I would hide in a basic hiding spot; under a bed, in a closet, behind a couch, and when I was found, I would fight back and scream, but that was all for show. I’d giggle and moan in disgust, mock fear, but it was actually in excitement. My brothers would hold me down. I’d shift to hide my boner as best as I possibly could. Did any of them notice my hard ons? They had to have noticed. They all must have known that somehow, I’d turned into a fart sniffing faggot, and they probably thought they were doing me a favor by forcing me to play this childhood game.
I’d stare up in anticipation as my oldest brother’s beefy, hairy wrestler ass came over me, spread open, and rested over my face. I loved his stink. I loved his ass hair. I loved his ass hole. I loved snorting up his farts, until I was put to sleep.
To this day I jerk off to the memories of Jackson farting up my nose. He’s too old for that stuff now, even though we laugh about it. I’m able to recreate the rush by meeting up with other men on fart-fetish forums, telling them my stories, and telling them I’d love to play Grizzly Bear with them some time. I’d even driven across state lines so I could play Grizzly Bear with my online friends. We’d make sure to play two rounds, so each of us could be the Bear, and the sniffer.
My brother had turned me into a fart sniffing faggot. I have no idea how I’ll ever be able to thank him.Â
Grizzly Bear
This was a really old story, one I thought I lost way back from the first tumblr purge. People have been asking for it lately and I found out I did have a copy;
...
Growing up as the youngest of five brothers meant my life was a living hell. My parents were always working, so that meant my oldest brother Jackson was in charge. Since I was the youngest, I was always the punching bag for their pranks.
Sometimes my brother Aiden would dump his dirty laundry over me. The worst was that he had taken one of his dirty socks, stuffed it into my mouth, and tied the other sock around my mouth so I couldn’t spit it out. He did this after handcuffing me to a chair with dad’s spare handcuffs [he was a cop] and then he’d drop a pair of dirty boxers over my face, making sure the part that was over his ass would line up with my nose, and leave me there for an hour.
Sometimes my brother Liam loved giving me wedgies. I’d be lying on my stomach on the carpet, watching cartoons, and suddenly I’d feel my underwear yank up, squeezing my crotch and burning my ass crack. I’d scream as my whole body was lifted off the ground by the back of my underwear, Ethan cackling over me like an evil god.
Oliver would love to hit me when I’d least expect it. Most often I’d walk out of the bathroom in the morning and his fist would swing out of nowhere to hit my arm or my gut. The gut was the worst, those would make me double over. Sometimes he’d swing around from behind a corner and let his hand at full force slap my butt. That always stung.Â
But worst of all was Jackson, and the hierarchy of gas. The “hierarchy” was a term he made up. Basically, you were allowed to burp and fart on any brother younger than you. So he got to share his gas with all of us. In order of oldest to youngest, it was him, Aiden, Liam, Oliver, and then me. That meant that I was always going to be a target for a gassy mouth or butt, and I couldn’t burp or fart back at any of them. Oliver loves to tell me that he’s so glad I was born, because when he was the youngest, he would get the worst of Jackson’s ass blasts.Â
It was normal for me to be woken up in bed with one of their butts pointed in my face. The second I’d realized what I was looking at, I’d hear the fart sputtering at me, and I would jump back, saying “ew” and moaning, trying to get away from the stink cloud that would hit me no matter what. It was normal for me to be laying on the ground watching TV and suddenly feel weight against the back of my head, and then hear and feel a fart vibrating into my hair. Aiden likes to call that “shampoot”.
Jackson was above all, the worst. He’s free to fart on whoever he wants, but most often he’ll only burp at the others. We’d be having lunch, he’d burp and blow it at one of their faces. We’d laugh, they’d groan in disgust. But he seemed to save nearly all of his gas for me personally.
Once, when I was really young, I was playing around on my bed. The bed frame had a crevice in the middle that was just big enough for me to squeeze through, and so I would pretend I was a criminal escaping prison. While I was playing, I’d twisted at an awkward angle and got my chest stuck in the frame. My head and upper half was laying on the bed, my arms and legs were sticking out from the end. I started freaking out, crying for help. Jackson rushed in, “What’s up little buddy? You ok?” All of my brothers had dark hair, but Jackson was the oldest and the hairiest. His chest, arms, and legs were coated in black hair.
“I’m stuck, help me out!”
I saw the evil grin cross his face, “Sure thing bro. Gimme a sec, I want to unwind.”
He didn’t pronounce it as “unwind,” but rather “un-wind”, like deflating. My eyes widened, I kept saying “NO, no no no no!!” But it was too late. He had picked up my blanket, dropped it over my head, and then looking up, I saw his lower half stick under the blanket, his shorts covered butt pointed at my face.Â
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He farted over and over. My arms and legs flailed from the end of the bed. I screamed, he laughed, he watched TV while I was stuck in the Dutch oven.
That’s the kind of brother Jackson was. He loved making me suffer through his farts.
The best/worst example of this was whenever we played Grizzly Bear. I remember the first time I played that game well.
“Hey Noah,” I was sitting on the couch when I heard Jackson say my name. I turned my head and saw him and the rest of my brothers standing over me, their arms folded. “We’re gonna play Grizzly Bear. And you’re it.”
Grizzly Bear was a game of his invention, that he started playing with Aiden when it was just the two of them. Then they both played against Liam. And then Oliver. And now they play it against me.
It was basically hide and seek. Jackson was the “grizzly bear”, and the youngest brother was always “it”. Whoever was “it” had to hide, and if he could stay hidden for ten minutes, he wins. If he’s found…
Well, the reason it’s called Grizzly Bear is because Jackson was the hairiest of us all. He’s always been hairy. And being the top tier farter in the hierarchy of gas, he loves to point out how hairy his ass is.Â
“It’s almost 3. You have to hide for fifteen minutes.” He explained to me, my head tilted, like a curious dog, “and if we can’t find you by 3:15, then you win.”
Liam cut in, “But none of us have ever won this game. So don’t expect it.”
Jackson continued, “If we find you, then the Grizzly Bear gets to sit on you.”
And when I didn’t understand, he turned around and pulled his pants down. His ass was covered in a furry crop of black hair, “If we find you, your face becomes the Grizzly Bear’s seat.”
In a panic, I jumped up and ran off to hide. I heard my brothers laugh behind me while Jackson counted down from 100 out loud.
100 seconds to hide. I hated Jackson’s farts. They always smelled so bad. To think that he would hold me down and sit his bare butt on my face...no, I didn’t want that to happen. I needed to find the best hiding spot possible.Â
The thing about this game was that, even though it technically only needs Jackson and the youngest brother, all of the brothers older than the youngest would help Jackson look. So when it was just Jackson, Aiden, and Liam, Aiden would help Jackson look. With each new brother, the former youngest would become a member of the Grizzly Bear search party. That meant that I had to hide from all four of my older brothers. I was playing the most difficult version of the game: a little kid trying to outsmart his four oldest brothers who would be looking all over the house for fifteen minutes. My heart was racing. There was no way I could stay hidden for fifteen minutes from all of them. But I needed to try: I didn’t want to become Jackson’s seat.
I remember hiding in my dad’s closet, behind his suit jackets. I thought it was the best place, since none of us were allowed in there. I couldn’t count how often Oliver called me a goodie two shoes. None of them would expect me to hide in the forbidden bedroom of our parents.
The minutes went by. I heard my brothers call my name, laugh, shuffle around the house, moving around furniture, opening doors, footsteps everywhere. My heart was pounding and my ears were burning red. I had no idea how to check how long I’d been hiding, and how many more minutes I had. I was afraid that if they didn’t find me, they’d play a new round anyway. I gasped when the thought came; the thought that no matter what, sooner or later, Jackson WOULD sit on my face with his naked butt. Only a matter of time. I started to cry out of anxiety.
I sat in the darkness of my dad’s closet, hugging my knees, waiting for the inevitable. Minutes passed, I kept hearing my brothers searching around the house. The’d cleared through the ground floor, and I heard two of them walking around the upstairs floor. They’re probably going through all the rooms. They were going to find me eventually.
Dread was hanging in my stomach. Dreading the stink. How gross would it feel? I’d never felt Jackson’s naked butt against me...what would a naked fart against my face feel like? How bad would the smell be? I was trembling.Â
I jumped when the door to my parents room opened. I heard Aiden, “Oh Noah...the Grizzly is getting tired and wants to pop a squat.” I held my breath. I could barely see Aiden’s shadow pass the closet door. I think he fell to his knees and was looking under the bed, “And he tells me he had a lot of nachos this afternoon, and he’s got a literal buttload of nacho farts to feed you.”
The thought made me want to puke.
His shadow covered the crack in the door. I kept my hand over my mouth and nose. My heart was skipping beats.
“Noah, are you in there?” He laughed. I didn’t move. “It’s only been ten minutes. If you’re in here that means you’re about to get one hell of a stink face.”
I clenched my eyes shut. I couldn’t avoid it anymore. The closet door swung open. In a last minute panic, I jumped to my feet to sprint past him. I don’t know what my plan was, maybe I thought I could run to my bedroom and lock the door. But he was too fast. He grabbed my arm. I started screaming, trying to fight him off, but he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up.
“FOUND HIM!!!” He shouted, carrying me out of the bedroom and down the stairs.Â
“NO, PLEASE DON’T,” I couldn’t help but cry.
“We’ve all had to suffer through this, Noah,” Aiden laughed, “Quit being a baby and take your punishment like a man.”
I gulped. Jackson came up the stairs from the basement, an evil grin on his face. He let out a little roar, “The Grizzly wins again!”
We were all back in the living room. Aiden, Liam, and Oliver had brought me to the ground, lying on my back, my head resting on a pillow. Liam and Oliver held my limbs down, so even if I tried to wrestle away, I knew I would be able to get up. Aiden had his hands on either side of my head, so I wouldn’t be able to turn away. I had no choice but to watch as Jackson stepped his feet on either side of my head. He was patting his stomach, “Oh, Noah, I think I picked the worst time to have you play this game. You have no idea how badly my guts have been grumbling this afternoon.”
I whimpered. He took a deep breath, a satisfied sigh, and then pulled his shorts down. Above me, his giant butt cheeks, covered in black hair, slowly lowered to my face. I scrunched up, cringing, watching his cheeks naturally separate and I got a glimpse of his butt hole through the thick hair in his crack. Then, his hands came to each cheek and spread them wider. Now, I was staring directly at his gaping butthole. The smell was foul, as bad as butt sweat always is. He hovered a few inches over my face. I held my breath, my cheeks puffed up, spitting out, shaking. My brothers were all laughing around me.
“Any last words?” He asked, looking down at me between his legs.
“...how long?” Was all I could get out. My voice cracked.
“That’s the best part: until you DIE”
He sat full weight onto my face before I could react. Immediately I started shaking around, trying to get my arms and legs free of my brother’s grasps. But there was no way to escape. I still held my breath, but Jackson squirmed a bit and grinded his hairy butt into my face, his hairs were tickling the inside of my nose and without sniffing I could still smell his butt funk. I tried twisting my neck to free my face from stink hell, but Aiden was holding on tight. I felt his hole pucker up against my nose,
PRTPRTPRPTRPTRPTPPPPP
My brothers cheered, probably thinking of all the times they had to live through what I was experiencing, glad that they would never have Jackson fart directly up their noses ever again. And yes, even though I didn’t sniff, he had farted into my nostrils and that had forced the stink into my lungs. I coughed and gagged, gasping for air but the only air I could get was coming from his butt.Â
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I was getting dizzy. The stink was so bad sure, but I kept gasping and sucking in his farts. I needed air, I was literally choking to death on his farts. I could hear them all laughing, I felt Jackson shake and scrub his ass into my face. It was like the worst face massage anyone could ask for. He shifted and I felt his hole press against my lips. I didn’t realize that was where my lips were until I felt him push again,
PRTPRTPRPTRPTRPTRPTR
The fart had broke my lips open and shot down over my tongue and into my throat. I gagged violently, accidentally swallowing his fart. I was so dizzy, so sick to my stomach, so humiliated listening to my brothers laugh like hyenas.Â
“I think he’s fading away,” I heard Oliver say. And he was right. I was starting to see stars. The hands that held me down moved off of me, but even though they were free, I could barely move them. I tried to bring my arms up to push him off, but I was so dizzy from the farts that my hands only weakly grabbed onto his thighs.
“Aw, I think he’s falling asleep,” Jackson shifted once more and his hole had closed around the tip of my nose. The smell was unbareable.
“Nighty night, fart face.”
RPTRPTRPTRPTRPTRPTRPRTPPPPPPPPPPPP
Sucking in his fart as a last attempt to breathe, I’d passed out. Everything went black.
…
Jackson said that the first time he’d ever played Grizzly Bear, when he stink-faced Aiden into unconsciousness, he actually freaked out and thought he’d killed him. When he realized that he had the power to knock kids out with just his ass fumes, he became an evil monster.
And so my childhood, up through my teen years, were full of this game. College aged Jackson had no problem saying “Who’s up for a game of Grizzly Bear?” He was on the school’s wrestling team, so even if I said no, he would fight me down and straddle my face anyway. I had to try hiding at least.Â
But that’s where something major happened.
First, I realized I was gay. But second...I realized that I actually enjoyed being the victim of the Grizzly Bear game.
The first dozen times I would tremble in fear, dread being knocked out by Jackson’s farts. But the more often we played, the more I accepted my fate as the eternal fart sniffer, and the more that I was actually welcoming it. I’d gotten used to how his butt smelled. I’d become almost like a connoisseur of my older brother’s farts, like fine wine, I would sniff them and see how different foods had effected his gastronomical tract.
I had fallen in love with his asshole.
That’s why, even in high school, I would hide in a basic hiding spot; under a bed, in a closet, behind a couch, and when I was found, I would fight back and scream, but that was all for show. I’d giggle and moan in disgust, mock fear, but it was actually in excitement. My brothers would hold me down. I’d shift to hide my boner as best as I possibly could. Did any of them notice my hard ons? They had to have noticed. They all must have known that somehow, I’d turned into a fart sniffing faggot, and they probably thought they were doing me a favor by forcing me to play this childhood game.
I’d stare up in anticipation as my oldest brother’s beefy, hairy wrestler ass came over me, spread open, and rested over my face. I loved his stink. I loved his ass hair. I loved his ass hole. I loved snorting up his farts, until I was put to sleep.
To this day I jerk off to the memories of Jackson farting up my nose. He’s too old for that stuff now, even though we laugh about it. I’m able to recreate the rush by meeting up with other men on fart-fetish forums, telling them my stories, and telling them I’d love to play Grizzly Bear with them some time. I’d even driven across state lines so I could play Grizzly Bear with my online friends. We’d make sure to play two rounds, so each of us could be the Bear, and the sniffer.
My brother had turned me into a fart sniffing faggot. I have no idea how I’ll ever be able to thank him.Â

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would you ever writer a story where the farter is embarrassed to be seen or heard farting?
probably not, sorry if that's your thing but I don't find it interesting
Came across this and thought it could maybe be a basis for a story. Imagine the devs using actual human subjects to develop the scoring system.
https://www.upwork.com/freelance-jobs/apply/RIPPA-Gamified-Fart-Tracker-Health-App-Idea_~022032649007936320476/
Silicon Valley needs to be stopped
(I may apply)