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THE BILLION DOLLAR FARTER. You were sat across this man at the airport. He was with a group of friends and you guessed they were college jocks going back home. The man’s thick juicy thighs were all you could see. And all you could smell was a sweaty , musky crotch and when he stood up you could see brown skids on his shorts. You eyed him as he took a heaping scoop of his baked bean bowl and let rip a monster fart right in the airline gate. Many heads turned but his boys were laughing so hard. One of them shouted and said “how you doin over there pipsqueak, how’s the smell hahaha”. You were so embarrassed. Getting practically farted on at the airport. You and the group of boys started boarding and you noticed you would be in first class with them as well. As you walked through the narrow gate the guy who farted on you earlier was right in front of you. You were practically touching. All you could see was his ripped back and a huge bubble butt. He quickly dropped something and bent down to pick it up. As he did he arched his ass out and ripped a giant fart. FFFFLLLLRRRRRRRPPPPPBBBB. The sound echos through the tube. Luckily no one else was in there. “Good one Kevin” one of the guys shouted”. When you finally got to your seat you felt relived knowing you wouldn’t have sit next to the farting frat boys. That was until Kevin sat in the window seat in your row. You’re jaw dropped. “Hope you don’t mind me sitting here bro, I promise I won’t fart anymore”. You sighed and took your seat. As you started your takeoff the flight staff came around asking for drink orders Kevin rudely asked them for a bottle of Don Perigon. You were stunned that these washed up jocks could afford first class and expensive alcohol. When the drinks came around they offered you some, of course you couldn’t say no. A few drinks later you were feeling pretty tipsy. Going from Washington State to New York City was gonna be a long flight and you were hyped to be drunk during it. Kevin abruptly let out a massive belch and started to get out of his seat. He didn’t even tell you what he was doing, he got up and walked right in front of you rubbing his ass all over your face and ripped a big fart. He ran jnto the bathroom and slammed the door. He was in there for a good 10 minutes. Then when he opened the door the most putrid smell rushed through the plane. It was a mix of rotted eggs and sewage. Kevin walked towards your seat, but this time he pushed his ass directly on your face, you could feel how big and sifts his cheeks were. You almost enjoyed yourself until you smelled it. It was a nasty post dump fart and you smelled everything. He trapped you there for a good 20 seconds. “How’s it smell punk”. All you could do was mumble. He and the guys were all laughing, Kevin finally sat down and you gave him the dirtiest look you could come up with. “You said you wouldn’t fart, what the fuck was that”. “Come on bro it’s just a joke, you’ll get used to it”. That phrase haunted you. Why would you need to get used to it? You were sure he was referring to the remainder of the flight. Things only got weirder. You didn’t know how you never noticed before but there was no one else in first class, usually there’s a few but never none. As you finally started the decent. All three guys grunted and blasted out a mega fart. The smell was so foul you nearly passed out. The guys busted in a huge frenzy of laughter, they started to give you noogies and wet willies and slap you around on the cheeks. You were fuming mad. Although you kinda like it you couldn’t let them find out. Throughout the rest of the decent it was complete silence. They finally left you alone and they weren’t gonna bother you ever again. As the plane landed you all started to get off the plane and head to the cab pick up. All three guys went in a fancy car down the road a bit and you got in your taxi. You told the driver to take you to the Plaza Hotel. Price wasn’t really an issue since you got that promotion at the marketing agency. You were so excited to be living in the city full time working from home.