A loud sound wakes me up. I immediately notice that my boyfriend of 6 months, Diego, is gone. Weâve been dating around 4 months and this is the first night heâs sleeping over.
Another loud sound comes from somewhere in my apartment. I climb out of bed to investigate and find Diego.Â
Diego is one of the hottest men Iâve ever met. Heâs Mexican with a strong body and broad shoulders. He has short black hair and emerald eyes. Heâs taller than me at 6 foot 1. He also has a firm and muscular bubble butt; his basketball-sized globes are bigger than my head.
Earlier today, or well yesterday since itâs two in the morning, he took me on a date to Six Flags. There, he won me a huge, stuffed Roadrunner by ringing the bell on the strongman hammer game. It's about 2/3 my size. He also won himself a similar sized Wile E. Coyote.
My search ends in the living-room and Iâm not prepared for what I find. Diegoâs on his hands and knees, on the couch, still only wearing a tight pair of gray briefs that can barely contain his pumpkin-sized globes.
My Roadrunner doll is just behind him. He has a hand on the back of its head, keeping its face pressed against his ass.
I hear Diego say, âTake it. Take my stink!â
I'm shocked as I witness Diego rip a 5 second fart in the doll's face. Since weâve started dating, Diego has never once passed gas in front of me. I wasnât expecting this.
âUh, Diego, what are you doing?â I ask.
He doesnât respond to my question. Instead, he grounds his ass on the doll's face and says, âYeah, how was that?â
I keep calling his name as I come closer, but he's not answering me.
As I get close, I notice his eyes are partially closed and look vacant.Â
He also sounds different. Heâs talking a bit slower and almost slurring his words.
âHow was that Ry? Do you like how I stink you? Well too bad, I'm not finished.â
Wait, he thinks the doll is me?
âDiego!â I say louder, but to no avail. He's still blasting the doll with farts.
Maybe he's sleepwalking? I think to myself.
I wave a hand in front of his face. No reaction. Holy shit, he's really sleepwalking.Â
Why didnât he tell me about this? What am I supposed to do? Should I try to wake him up? Should I leave him to fart all over my stuffed doll? And why am I not repulsed by this?
I stand over Diego, watching him butt bomb his prize for me like itâs his job.Â
I guess I should try to wake him up. I think.
I place a hand on his shoulder and give him a shake. âWake up, Diego.â
âYou'll never get my stink off you, Ry.â
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He rips a chain of farts on the stuffed doll.
I kneel down and grab the leg of the Roadrunner doll. I give it a hard yank, pulling it out of Diegoâs hand and away from his ass. Hopefully, this will wake him up.
Iâm caught off guard when he reaches out and grabs me by the back of the neck. Before I can react, my face is being shoved against his big ass, smothering me with his doughy mounds.
I give a muffled protest.
âYou ainât escaping that easy. Youâre gonna-â Diego punctuates his every next word with a fart.
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Diego pumps three trumpeting farts up my nose. His thin briefs do little to filter his fumes.
Iâm coughing and gagging on the stench of rotten eggs and spices. His pillowy orbs muffle my distress.
Keeping my face in his backside, Diego rocks his hips, shaking his meaty rump on my face.Â
I try to pull away, but even in his sleep, Diegoâs muscles easily overpower me.Â
âYouâre in for it now, Ry. Iâm about to stink you real bad, and thereâs no saving you⌠NGHâ
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Diego rips a 45 second, behemoth-of-a-fart pointblank in my face. His fart is so powerful that it has his cheeks and my face vibrating.
The stench is unimaginable. The smell of raw sewage mixed with Diegoâs personal brand of musk, overwhelms me, and I find myself blacking out.
I'm lying on the couch when I wake up. Diegoâs hard chest is pressing against my back as he spoons me.Â
I look over my shoulder when I feel him stir awake. He gives me a sleepy smile.Â
âGood morning, baby.â He says before kissing me.Â
Diego frowns as he looks around. âHuh? Weren't we sleeping in your bedroom?â He then shrugs, brushing it off.
Iâm guessing he has no memories from when he was sleepwalking.Â
I offer to cook breakfast and heâs onboard. I make us pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
As we eat, I subtly question Diego. âHey Diego, do you remember anything about last night?â
He shoots me a sly grin. âI remember railing you four or five times before we finally fell asleep.â He teases.
âYou were incredible.â I say. I guess that proves he doesnât remember.
âSay Diego, are you a gassy person?â I ask. He raises an inquisitive eyebrow. I shrug, âIâm just curious if you fart a lot.â
He speaks after swallowing his mouthful of food, âI usually am, but not so much anymore, for some reason.â he then laughs, âHaha, my old roommate once told me that I farted so much in my sleep.â his eyes suddenly widen, âWait! Was I farting in my sleep last night?â He asks.
âWell you did rip a huge fart that woke me up. Iâm talking about one that had the whole couch shaking." I fib, only referring to his massive, final fart that knocked me out.
He gives me a sheepish grin, âSorry Ry, I guess I rip some major ass in my sleep.â
I lean over and kiss him on the lips. âIt's fine. In fact I find it cute.âÂ
To add some levity, Diego leans to the side and poots. âAh, there, I'm extra cute this morning.âÂ
Although it makes me laugh, I feel myself blushing.
Before Diego leaves we make plans to see a movie next Friday. Afterwards he'll spend another night.
I chose not to tell him about his sleepwalking. He's never mentioned it so maybe this was a one time thing.
If I'm being frank, I have my own dilemma. Several times this week, Iâve stroked myself off thinking about Diego farting on me. Iâm kinda scared about what that means.
Diego and I had another awesome date. We bought subs and snuck them into the movies.Â
We return to my place after and head straight to the bedroom. I swear, Diego fucks like a man possessed.Â
Like deja vu, Iâm awoken by⌠FFFFFBBBBBVVVVVVTTTTTT⌠It came from the kitchen.
The spot next to me in bed is empty. I leave the room to go find Diego.
I spot Diego in the kitchen. He's standing there in only a pair of white underwear. My gaze is locked on his bulbous orbs that are stretching the fabric of his underwear, obscenely. His glutes flex and twitch as he reaches into the cupboard, and pulls out an open box of cereal.
He brings the box down, behind him, and tilts the opening just beneath his ass crack.
âOh yeah, Ryâs even gonna have to taste my stink.â Diego says in a sleepy, monotone voice that indicates heâs sleepwalking.
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After tainting my cereal with a series of farts, Diego re-shelves them and takes out a half eaten package of Oreos. He unseals them and brings them just under his bum.
âGonna lay my stink on all of his food.â
Diego rips two short and loud farts on the cookies before returning them.
Diego's skunky vapors permeate throughout the room, arousing me. Oh hell, Iâm into Diego's farts!
Diego turns to look in my direction. His eyes are heavy-lidded and vacant.
Diego heads my way to, unfortunately, just walk past me. But he must subconsciously notice me because at the last second, he pauses, sticks out his ass, and fart on my hip.
âAh, take it, Ry. Love stinking you up good.â He sleepily taunts.
Diego continues to his true objective: my refrigerator. He opens the refrigerator door and turns around.
My eyes go wide. He isnât going to...?
Diego arches his back, jutting his bubbly ass into my open refrigerator. He clenches his jaw and in a strained voice, mutters, âGonna make Ry love the taste of my stink once I'm done. Nowhere here is safe from my butt... NGH"
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Diego pushes out a 30 second, monstrous fart. He swivels his hips, ensuring to sprays all my food with his ass funk. I have some kale in there, and I see his ass wind blowing its leaves back. The vegetable looks like itâs in a wind tunnel.
Diego sighs in relief and shuts the door, trapping everything inside; letting all my food marinate in his noxious fart cloud.Â
Diego's nowhere near finished. He opens the microwave door and farts into it. He then opens up my silverware drawers and farts into them. He then proceeds to fart on every plate and bowl I own.
I come to a startling realization. Diego lied. He is gassy but holds it all in when I'm around. However, he doesn't deal with the same issue when he's sleepwalking.
Once Diegoâs turned my kitchen into a noxious wasteland, he sleepwalks right up to me. When there's a foot of space between us, he turns around.Â
Diego reaches back, grabs a handful of his left butt cheek, and gives it a shake, making the fleshy ball jiggle like gelatin.Â
âGet on down there, Ry. Itâs time for me to stink up your face.â Diego orders.
So he knows who I am while sleepwalking. But he wonât remember any of this. I process.
I must be taking too long because Diego twists around, places his hands on my shoulders, and forces me to my knees. He then turns back around putting his dump-truck of an ass right in my face. He then grabs the back of my head.
âI said itâs time to stink up your face. Youâve got no choice.â
With that, he smothers my face in his doughy, fat cakes.
âYou're face is in for a mean stinking.â
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âOh that was extra wet, just for you, Ry.â
âI'm gonna make your face stink like my ass for a week.â
He blasts me in the face with some lethal, eggy farts that have me coughing.
I nearly fall but catch myself when Diego starts walking. He doesnât release the grip on the back of my head. Iâm forced to crawl behind him with my face glued to his big ass.Â
I donât know where we are going, but every few steps, Diego rips a trumpeting poot in my face.
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I'm unsure of where we are, but while still kneeling, Diego tilts my head back. The back of my head rests on something soft. Diegoâs thick cakes follow, sitting on my upturned face. My head is now sandwiched between Diegoâs ass and whatever is beneath it.
Through all that ass meat on top of me, I hear, âThere's no escaping my farting ass, Ry. I'm about to make you stink." he then starts grunting and straining.
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A 40 second explosion erupts out of Diegoâs ass, point-blank in my face. The smell is horrendous. It stinks of digested meat and raw sewage. The stench overwhelms my sense of smell, causing me to pass out.Â
I wake up to Diego calling my name. He's kneeling in front of me with a worried expression. Iâm sitting on the bedroom floor with my back against the bed.
âRyan, I donât know why youâre sleeping on the floor, but get into bed. Iâm gonna pick us up some breakfast, you get some rest.â Diego orders. I obey him without resistance; Iâm so tired.
I climb into bed and get some more sleep.Â
Diego wakes me up an hour later. We eat our breakfast on my couch.
âSo why were you sleeping on the floor?â Diego asks as we eat.
I decide to evade his question with a truth.
âDid you know that you sleepwalk?â
Diegoâs eyebrows rise into his hairline. âWas I sleepwalking last night?â
I nod, âYeah, you were. Why didnât you tell me you sleepwalked?â
âBecause I havenât for over a decade. Last time I did it was when I was a teen. I would sleepwalk into the living-room and hump the couch.â Diego explains, looking uncomfortable, âWe went to a specialist and worked out why I was sleepwalking. It was because I was hiding a big secret. When I told my parents I was gay, it stopped.â
My brow furrows, âSo you're sleepwalking because you're keeping a secret from me?â I figure out loud.
Diegoâs body jerks. âN-no, I donât think so.â He stammers, obviously lying.
I canât be mad. I donât have the right since Iâm also keeping secrets.
âDiego.â I chastise, making him flinch. To get himself off the hook, Diego lunges at me and ravages my mouth with his tongue. He then pounds me into the couch, before making his escape.
We decide to have a date night at Diegoâs place, next Friday.
For our date tonight, weâre watching an action/romance movie and eating Chinese takeout. But something's wrong. Diego's being distant with me.
Half way through the movie, I pause it. âAlright Diego, whatâs going on with you?â I call him out.
Diego won't look me in the eyes. âI think we should break up.â He says, making my stomach drop.
When Diego looks up at me, I see the pain in his eyes. âRy, after what happened last week, I recorded myself sleeping. I watched myself farting all over my Wile E. Coyote stuffed animal, believing that it was you.âÂ
His expression hardens, âRy, have I been farting on you when Iâm sleepwalking? Is that why you asked me if I was gassy two weeks ago? I want the truth.â
In truth, I was going to come clean about everything tonight. He's troubled, not knowing what he's doing at night; and here I am, getting pleasure from it. I feel guilty and am disgusted with myself.
âYeah Diego, youâve been farting on me when you were sleepwalking.âÂ
Diego looks miserable, âThat's why Iâm ending this. You donât deserve this, Ry. Iâm so sorry.â
âYou have nothing to apologize for. Itâs me who-â I try, but am interrupted by Diego.
âNo Ry, you donât understand. This is on me.â Diego licks his lips nervously, âI have been keeping a secret from you. That's why I'm sleepwalking again. The truth is that farting on my partners turns me on. And I want to fart on you so much."
I canât believe my ears. I could cry from happiness. âDiego, I-â
Diego interrupts me again. âI already know thatâs completely gross. You donât have to say it. Thatâs why weâre breaking up.â He sighs before standing up.Â
âDiego! Will you shut up and let me talk!â I exclaim, startling him.
I grab him by the arm, and pull him down so he is sitting down next to me again.Â
âDiego, I'm the one who needs to apologize. I should have told you about your sleepwalking from the start. Instead I was being selfish. I put the pleasure I got from you farting on me before your well being. For that I'm so sorry."
Diego looks taken aback. âRy, wh-what are you saying?â
âDiego, I love when you fart on me. It gets me hard as hell. If you still want to break up, Iâll respect your decision. But if we stay together Iâm begging you to stop holding back your gas. I don't want to just be your boyfriend. Please make me your fart-sniffer. Please make me your fart-cushion.â
Diegoâs breathing heavier. âRy, you better not be lying. You're playing with fire right now, baby.â He warns.
âDiego, do you know what you told me constantly when you farted on me in your sleep?â
âYou kept saying that you were gonna âstink meâ or âmake me take your stinkâ.â
I lean in, brushing my lips against his. I softly whisper, âDiego, please stink me.â
Diego closes his eyes and starts haggardly breathing for a few seconds. When his eyes pop open he flashes me a dark grin.
"Ry, my big, nasty booty is gonna stink you like you've never imagined."
Diego quickly gets up and stands in between my legs, right in front of me. He then spins around, showing-off his bubble butt. Its girth is being accentuated by his black sweats. They look painted on his basketball-sized slabs.Â
Diego bends over at the waist, pushing his cakes out, right in my face.Â
My vision is completely dominated by Diegoâs gargantuan ass. I watch as his cheeks flex and then relax.
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Diego vents a 15 second, thunderous fart right in my face. Itâs so powerful that it has the seat of his sweats flapping, and it blows back my hair. The stench of digested meat and methane brings me to tears and has me gagging.
âAh, smelly enough for you?â Diego teases.
âYes Diego, I love it. Please don't stop.â I beg.
Diego starts to seductively sway his hips, causing his pillowy orbs to bounce and wobble, from left to right.
âEarlier, you said you wanted to be my fart-sniffer. Then prove it. Dig your nose into my crack.â Diego commands.
Without hesitation, I thrust my face forward, burying my nose in between his sweats-covered ass-melons.Â
Diego reaches back and spreads his cheeks through his slacks, sinking my entire face in between them.Â
âYou talk a good game about being my fart-sniffer, but let's see if you're really up to the task. Iâm launching my stink right at ya⌠FGHâ
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Diego blasts me with three, consecutive, beefy farts. I desperately sniff up his skunky vapors, moaning as I do it.
Diego pulls my face out of his ass. When I look up, I see him looking back down at me, over his shoulder. He has an impish grin.
âHoly shit, you werenât kidding. You love my farts.âÂ
I nod, âI do. I can never get enough of them.âÂ
Diego cheekily grins. He sticks his ass out a bit and poots on my nose.
I inhale, savoring the eggy stench.Â
âMmm, I could worship your godly ass and farts forever.â I moan.
âI like the sound of that.â Diego says before grabbing the waistband of his sweats and pulling them down.Â
I gasp as his fleshy moons pour out of the prison of his pants and jiggle out into the open, right in front of my face. His cheeks are big, round, pale, sprinkled with black hairs, and slightly damp with sweat.
Diego reaches back, cups the bottom of his round globes, and starts bouncing them. I almost blow at the sexy sight. âYou think you have what it takes to worship all this ass?â Diego stops jiggling his ass to spread his cheeks, revealing his hair-surrounded pucker, âTo worship my godly, shitty hole?â
âYes, please!â I cry.
ââYes, please.â who?â Diego questions with a steely, dominant voice.
âGood boy.â Diego praises.
âWell, what are you waiting for? Worship my ass. Worship my ass until you suffocate!â Diego growls.
Diego thrusts his hips back, submerging my face in his swampy, cavernous crack. The back of my head meets the back of the couch, sealing my face away, unable to escape.
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âAh, Iâve been holding that one in for a bit. Youâre welcome.â
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âI'm not feeling any worshiping going on, back there, fart-sniffer. My big, benevolent ass is waiting.â
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Getting blasted in the face by the source of his manly pheromones drives me wild. I bring up my hands and start feeling all over his bare, bubbly mounds. I stick my tongue out and start licking at his slightly sweaty pucker.
I both feel and hear Diegoâs deep moan all around me.
âOh thatâs a good worshiper. Your talented mouth deserves a good stinking.â
Diego pumps an airy, 5 second fart into my open mouth that inflates my cheeks.
I moan as the acrid taste coats my tongue and his hellish fumes fill my lungs. This spikes my arousal, causing me to eat him out feverishly.
To reward my enthusiasm, Diego continues to rocket farts down my gullet.
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Diego flexes his ass-boulders, turning them into steel. With a twist of his hips, I'm tugged off the couch and fall to my knees, on the floor.
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An explosive fart, jettisons me out of Diego's ass. It knocks me to the floor, on my back. Iâm coughing on his toxic fart cloud surrounding my face.
When my blurry vision clears, I find a completely naked Diego straddling my chest backwards. His meaty spheres protrude over my face, eclipsing it in their shadow.
Diegoâs signature ass musk seeping from his swampy crack is seductively hypnotizing.Â
Diego shuffles back, lording his huge butt right over my face.
âAre you sure about this? Last chance, fart-cushion.â Diego warns.
âPlease use me as your fart-cushion, sir.â
Diego sits down, burying my face in between his mountainous cheeks. His doughy globes flow over the sides of my face, completely entombing it in his canyon of a crack.
Diego's cheeks flex and rock from side-to-side as he gets comfortable on my face.
âGood luck, fart-cushion. See you on the other side⌠GGHâ
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Diego blasts me with a sulfuric smelling fart that washes over my face, making me gag.
âOh wait, wait. Ah, I needed that.â
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âMy shitty hole isnât done with you yet, fart-cushion.â
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âHaving trouble breathing down there? Hereâs some air, fart-cushion.â
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âUh-oh, here comes the big one. Lips on hole, fart-cushion. Weâre gonna finish this off with a bang... NGHâ
Doing as he commands, I lock lips with his ass lips. I feel his hole open and press out.
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Diego pumps a 50 second monster down my throat, inflating my lungs with his noxious ass wind. This fart has my entire upper body quaking. It stinks of brimstone and sweat.Â
This fart does me in. I shoot in my boxers just before passing out.
I come to as Diego lies me in his bed.
He smiles fondly before lowering himself on top of me, pinning me to the bed with his bigger body.
He slots our mouths together, kissing me deeply.Â
After a few moments, we pull away, breathing heavily.Â
âThank you, Ry. That was incredible.â
âI should be thanking you for introducing me to a kink I never knew I had. And all while you were sleepwalking.â I joke.
Diegoâs face flushes with embarrassment. âYeah, sorry about all that. But now that I've revealed my secrets, I donât think Iâll be sleepwalking anymore.â
"I donât know how to feel about that. While you were sleepwalking, I loved how much you farted on me. I hope thatâs not all in the past.â I hint, teasing Diego.
A sexy grin forms on Diegoâs lips. âOh thereâs no need to worry about that. If you thought I was gassy when I was asleep, then youâre in for a shock, fart-sniffer.â Diego scrunches up his face and arches his back, extending his big butt into the air.
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I stare in awe and fear as Diego keeps pushing out one massive fart after another. The room is already thick with his ass funk.
âShouldn't have poked the bear, babe. Now Iâm gonna keep you trapped under me, and keep on farting for the next hour or two. Hold on to your nose, little man, youâre in for a wild, stinky ride⌠UGHâ
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