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(18+ mlm fart fiction, no scat but shit referenced)

I woke up in the morning to a classic Jordan fart right up my nose. I was laying on my back, Jordan's ass still glued to my face above me. I felt as he reached down and pulled out his dick, stroking his morning wood. I stayed silent, listening as he moaned quietly to himself. After he finished, he let out another rancid fart.

"Rise and shine fartface! We gotta figure out how to get you out of me before I shit myself."

Within half an hour, Jordan, his friends, and I were on our way to the parking lot. There wasn't as much activity this time in the morning, so there were less laughs coming our way as we passed by common areas. Jordan's friends drove us somewhere while we laid out in the back seat. Naturally Jordan was very happy to let out a few more farts on the way. I was starting to get used to them.

We pulled up somewhere and got out of the car. The boys helped me get my knees on the skateboard before we continued.

"This is my brother's house," Jordan explained to me as we got inside, "he's on vacation out of town, but he said we could come here so we could try to get us separated."

The boys stood around for a while, eating food and thinking about what to do. Jordan messed with some of his brother's mail, opening letters that weren't addressed to him.

"Dude, isn't your brother gonna know you opened his shit?"

"No dude," Jordan said, "You just lick the edges of the envelope and stick it back down. Good as new."

Gary chimed in, "Shouldn't we feed this dude? He's been stuck in your ass for a whole day now. He hasn't even had any water."

The boys agreed, leaving their conversation about the mail to get some food together for me. There was a small amount of space down Jordan's ass crack that they could use to get the food to me. I opened my mouth and slurped as they poured soda down to me. It tasted mostly like Jordan's crack sweat, but it was better than nothing. They tried to shove a sandwich down, too, but it was too big.

We went upstairs and tried the shower again, but just like before, it didn't work. We spent another few hours trying everything we could. There were tutorials online for how to get unstuck from actual superglue, but none of them helped. I was starting to think this might be my life from now on.

Another fart escaped Jordan's asshole and erupted into my face.

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Jordan froze. "Oh shit. I gotta go."

"Go where?" Gary asked.

"No, I mean I gotta go. Like, to the bathroom. And not just to piss."

I tried to keep myself from vomiting as Jordan climbed the stairs towards the bathroom. This was NOT about to happen. It couldn't!

We got to the bathroom, but Jordan didn't sit immediately. He grabbed the towel rack on the wall and gripped it.

"I'm gonna try my hardest to hold everything in. You have to just keep pushing yourself out, got it? I won't be able to hold it in forever."

I grabbed his ass and pushed it away, pulling my head back as hard as I could. Jordan breathed in and out, his asshole tightening as he held in his shit. Several minutes went by of this, but his ass just wouldn't budge. My imagination lingered to what might be able to happen, but I stopped myself. I couldn't think about it or I'd throw up right into his hole.

Too much time went by. In desperation, Jordan slammed the back of my head down against the toilet bowl and squatted down. He grunted as he tried to hold his shit in. His sweat dripped down to my face as he moaned in agony. His friends came in and watched as he stripped all of his clothes off.

"Dude, you look like you're gonna explode!"

"This isn't gonna be pretty!"

Jordan screamed as he scrunched his asscheeks together. I pushed against his ass with my hands, begging and pleading for it to just come off. My hands kept slipping off Jordan's ass because of just how much sweat was pouring down. He was drenched.

I knew the boys couldn't hear me, but I started yelling anyway. Not to them, but to anyone. God, Jesus, fucking Prophet Muhammed, whoever could help me. "Please get him off! I can't do this! Please just get him off of me!" As I screamed, spit flew out of my mouth and hit Jordan's hole. It slowly dripped down to where my face and his ass were connected. My eyes shot open as I felt a slight loosening.

I started beating the side of the wall, reaching out to Jordan's friends. They just shook their heads, thinking there was no help for me now. Tears streamed from my eyes as I grasped around, looking for anything to help get their attention. My hands clasped around a tube of toothpaste by the sink. I opened it and started squeezing it out all over the counter.

"Dude what the fuck are you doing?!"

With terrific fervor I spelled it out letter by letter. S-P-I-T

The boys looked at each other. "Do you really think it could work?"

"Do you really want to find out? I don't want to be too close to that thing when Jordan finally blows. It might not be worth it."

I slammed my fist into the wall, shaking the room. One of them sighed.

"We have to. If it'll save him from having to literally eat shit, we need to try."

The boys dropped to their knees next to me. Jordan was quivering so hard the toilet water was splashing from side to side. The boys helped Jordan lean to the side as far as he could. I could hear him whimpering, trying to keep his shit in as much as possible. The boys' faces lowered to the side of Jordan's ass, right where it connected to my face. "Well, here goes nothing."

The boys started gliding their tongues in between my face and Jordan's ass, his sweat pouring right down onto their tongues. They grimaced, but kept going anyway. His ass slowly peeled away from my face as their spit wiped the fart-glue away. I could feel their tongues gliding closer and closer until finally one side of my face was free.

I gasped as I was able to turn my face towards the fresh air. Half of it was still glued to Jordan's ass, but at least I could breathe.

They started on the other side, licking and licking. Finally, like the sound of a sticky note being ripped off the pad, my face peeled off Jordan's ass and I fell backwards against the wall.

Jordan screamed. "It's coming! Get out, now!"

The boys jumped up and ran out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind them. I jumped up and tried to follow them, but the door was locked from the outside. I could hear them laughing.

"We just licked that dude's ass just for you! You deserve at least a little torture for it!"

Jordan gripped the side of the bowl. "I'm gonna blow!"

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The sound reverberated and echoed off the walls like a bass boosted song at a nightclub. It shook the room so hard I lost balance and fell to the floor. Jordan moaned as it all flowed out of his muscular body. The smell filled the room, noxious and rancid like a sewage dump. I gagged as all I could breathe in was the smell of his shit and farts. His ass continued to erupt like a volcano, thickening the air. My vision blurred and my muscles weakened. I collapsed onto the floor and passed out.

I woke up three hours later on Jordan's brother's couch. Jordan was asleep on a big chair across the room. His friends were giggling as they went back and forth between us, farting in each of our faces. I was so exhausted and dizzy I just let them do it. Their farts were nothing compared to what I just went through. Maybe I should transfer to a new college.

(18+ mlm fart fiction, piss content)

Jordan’s buddies howled with laughter as he explained his theory.

“I’m serious! I think my wet fart glued his face to my ass! What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

The lanky one spoke. “We’ll have to wet your ass or something. Let’s go to the bathroom.”

“And how am I supposed to walk with this dork in my ass?”

“You’ll have to walk slow. He’ll be stuck on his knees.”

Jordan stood and began shuffling down the hallway. Every step pulled my face with him. My knees hurt as I crawled on them down the cold tile floor. I heard a door open ahead of us, and after a moment the flooring changed.

“Watch the door, Gary” said the lanky one, “make sure nobody gets in.”

The chubby boy left. We shuffled over to the sink and turned on the water. The lanky boy wet his hand and tried shoving it in between my face and Jordan’s ass. Neither would budge; the water was doing nothing.

“Fuck this,” Jordan snapped after a few minutes, “I gotta piss.”

Jordan dragged me along to a urinal and pulled down the front of his shorts. I listened as the loud sound of Jordan’s piss splashing against the urinal echoed in the quiet bathroom. The sound was enhanced by my physical contact with him. He finished up and washed his hands, trying one last time to use the water to separate us from each other.

“Maybe we should try the showers? I’ll grab my skateboard real quick for the dude’s knees so we can go faster.”

The lanky boy disappeared out the bathroom door. Now we were alone.

“Listen dude, we gotta get you outta my ass ASAP. Soon enough my last meal’s gonna be your next one. I like farting on you weirdos but that’s a bit much.”

I opened my mouth to agree, but regretted it as Jordan pushed out a quick fart. It was timed perfectly and flew right into my mouth. I tried coughing but it was no use. He laughed.

“See, at least there’s some good parts to this. You get a front row seat to ALL of my farts.”

Jordan let a few more farts out before the lanky boy finally returned. They put the skateboard under my knees and we made our way to the dorms. I heard tons of people laughing at us on our way. Was this how I was always going to be remembered? The Assface Dude?

We went up the elevator - naturally Jordan took it as a perfect opportunity to let out more farts. I listened as we rolled over into the showers and Jordan’s two minions forced everyone out.

The first thing we tried was showering. To no one’s surprise, it didn’t work. Even soap didn’t help. All it did was get me and my clothes soaked.

“I have a really bad idea,” Gary said.

“Oh god. What?” groaned Jordan.

“What if it’s like a jellyfish sting? Maybe it needs a… special type of liquid to fix the issue.”

If I wasn’t basically making out with an asshole I would’ve told them that that’s not even true, but unfortunately nobody would hear me from in here. Jordan agreed and both other boys unzipped their pants. I screamed, but the only response I got was a hissing fart from Jordan right down my throat.

Warm liquid hit Jordan’s crack and poured across the top of my head. I cringed as the two piss streams made their way down what was left of my exposed face and joined at my chin, splashing down onto the floor as one. After they finished, we pulled. Nothing happened.

“Well, two dudes just pissed on me for nothing,” said Jordan, “so that’s great.”

They washed my hair and wiped off Jordan’s ass before continuing to brainstorm.

“Maybe if you fart like.. SUPER hard, it’ll force his face out?” said the lanky one.

“Great idea, Steve. I’ll try.”

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The fart that shot out of Jordan’s ass was like a punch in the face. It came out so forcefully I almost thought it’d work, but nothing. All it did was hurt like hell and smell like satan. Jordan tried a few more power farts, but still it didn’t work.

“What the fuck else can we try?!” Jordan yelled, “at this point we might as well bring all the guys in here and see if their cum can unstick him.”

“Should we really try that?”

“No! I just… let’s just go to the dorm and hope he gets unstuck by morning. If not he’s gonna have alot more than my farts getting shoved down his throat.”

I shivered at the thought. We wheeled away to Jordan and Gary’s room. Gary let a few farts out on the back of my head for laughs, but other that we all just sat in silence and listened as I inhaled Jordan’s near-constant gas. A few hours went by before Gary put in his noise canceling headphones and fell asleep in his bed.

“Hey ass kid? I have some porn pulled up but I know you can’t see it. Want to rub each other off to it?”

I let out a muffled HUH?!

“Oh come on, you’re literally in my ass. I think we’re close enough now to touch each other’s dicks. Deal?”

I nodded as best as I could. The sounds of sex and women moaning played out of Jordan’s phone. He reached down and undid my pants, pulling out my dick. He pumped lotion into both of our hands and started touching me.

Look, this might not be the best situation ever, but this was pretty nice.

I reached up and grabbed Jordan’s dick. The angle made rubbing him off weird, but it worked well enough. After a few minutes we both came. Out of curiosity Jordan tried mixing our cum and applying it to the sides of my face, but it didn’t work. He sighed and laid face down on his bed.

Trapped in Jordan’s ass, I found it hard to fall asleep. The various farts and other weird noises kept me awake. Eventually I got so lightheaded from the smell that I drifted off.

(18+ mlm fart fiction)

I found myself washing off in the Loxley bathroom yet again. I could hear Jake trying to get into Daren's room, but the door was locked. I dried my face off and joined him.

"Let me try. I think I can talk to him," I said.

"Have fun trying," Jake said, walking away.

"Hey Daren..." I said cautiously, "Can I come in? I just want to talk."

"Hell no! Get the fuck out of here!"

I sighed. "Please. I can explain. You just have to let me in."

I heard shuffling from inside. The door swung open and Daren glared at me, tears streaming down his face.

"Fuck you!"

He tried slamming the door, but I caught it and pushed my way in.

"Look, I didn't realize what we had meant so much to you. I care about you, but you know what I am. You know what I like. I can't help it."

He rolled his eyes. "You can't help it? Sure, you can't help liking farts, but that doesn't mean you have to cheat on me!"

"We weren't together, dude! I didn't do anything wrong."

That stopped him. He thought about it for a second but just shook his head and plopped down on his bed.

"Look, how about this: I'll let you fart in my face a bunch as comeback. I'll do anything. Deal?"

He scoffed. "Dude, you're literally attracted to farts. That'd just be a reward for you! Unless..."

I saw that devilish Loxley charm twinkle in his eye. "Unless what?"

"You gotta embarrass yourself. Bad. You gotta reveal this to my dad."

"Uh... he knows already."

"Wait, he knows too?" Daren asked.

"Yes. All three of you know. And all three of you still fart in my face anyway."

Daren sat there, speechless. "What the fuck" was all he said.

I sighed and dropped down on my knees in front of him. I tentatively grazed my hand against his crotch. "Maybe this'll make it better?"

"That's it!" Daren exclaimed, "That's how I'll embarrass you!" He bolted out the door. I chased after him into the living room.

"Look everybody, now I know that we all know that he likes farts," he said, pointing to me. My face reddened. "But nobody else does. He agreed to do anything if it'd make me forgive him. Let's take him out in public and fart on him there."

His brother and father stared at him. Mr. Loxley broke the silence. "Ok. Where, when, and how?"

My heart dropped to my stomach. They were agreeing?! Daren grew even more excited.

"The mall. If we go on Saturday around noon, when there's the most people. We're gonna go viral!"

I had no words. I didn't even cheat on him! This was going to be social suicide.

"Let me show you how we're gonna do it."

We all followed as Daren sprinted down the hall, through the kitchen, and into the garage. He shuffled around with a big pile of random shit in the corner. He pulled out a long piece of cloth. It was like shorts, but it had way too many leg holes.

"My buddies and I ordered this thing online as a joke. It's three pairs of underwear sewn together into one, with an extra hole for someone's head to go in. It puts all three asses against the person's face."

All three Loxleys turned and looked at me.

"Are you sure about this? Maybe you should just let Daren hate you forever," Mr. Loxley said.

Jake chimed in, "His face will be covered. Nobody will even know it's him. The only ones who'll be embarrassed is us."

Daren thought about it for a second. "Well, it's not like we don't already openly fart in every public place anyway. We'll be fine. Even if no one knows it's him, he'll know. That'll be enough."

Soon enough, the day of reckoning came and we made it to the mall. They had me wear a mask, hood, and baggy clothes so no one would recognize me. When we got inside, we found the perfect platform to stand on where everyone could see us.

Daren dropped his pants. People gasped as he revealed his weird looking underwear. Shrieks continued as the other two Loxleys did the same, but completely naked. They climbed into the other two sides of the triple underwear.

Daren was right; it forced all three of their asses together as they were pulled into a back-to-back-to-back triangle. Jake and Mr. Loxley leaned away from each other, leaving some space for me to make my way into the last hole. I dropped to my knees and pushed my head up into the underwear. I ripped the mask off from the inside so that no one saw my face. All three asses were pressed against each other just in front of me. I took a second to marvel at it. Wow. All three were perfectly round, hairy, and drenched in sweat. I licked my lips.

I shoved my face in between the asses. Jake's ass was against the left of my face, Mr. Loxley's the right, and Daren's right in front. The men shifted and snuggled in comfortably.

"Boys, let's show him how the Loxleys do it," said Mr. Loxley.

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The three farts shook my head so hard I thought they nearly shattered my skull into pieces. The putrid smells mixed as I inhaled deeply. It was like being in a sewer of delight and sexual arousal. More farts erupted and I turned, shoving my face into each ass crack. My tongue slipped out naturally and I began rimming Daren's hole. As more farts came, I moved between the three holes, licking them as farts flew up my tongue, filled my mouth, and stung as they reached the bottom of my lungs. The farts continued, roaring out like a pride of lions racing into battle. Their ass sweat began sticking to my face, making it harder and harder to switch between them. Cum filled my underwear as I sniffed up every last fart.

I heard people laughing, screaming, and gagging the whole time. It almost put me out of it, but the farts were so good and the asses were so juicy.

As the men tried to push out the last of their farts, a ripping sound echoed through the mall. The triple underwear slid down the Loxleys' legs as my face was revealed. I looked around. Dozens of people were recording us, and now they had footage of my face. I was ruined. I was completely and utterly ruined.

Or was I? Why did I care what these people thought? What anyone thought? My own fucking parents had already kicked me out of the house. What else could be done to me? I realized that if I had pride in myself, there was nothing these people could do to me. I was who I was, and they were just going to have to deal with that.

I shrugged and shoved my face right back into the Loxley ass triangle. They were confused at first, but quickly accepted it and kept farting. Their confidence made me feel even more certain about this. All three of their dicks were waving around, being recorded by who even knows what kind of people. They didn't care, and now, I didn't either.

"Uh oh. I see mall security on their way. Let's scram!" Jake said.

The Loxleys through on their clothes and we all booked it. Security chased us all the way to the car, but the lingering smell of farts had them gagging behind us. We escaped successfully.

We made it home. I thought the rest of the night would be quiet. I was quickly proven wrong when the Loxley patriarch grabbed me and shoved me across the living room floor. My back slammed against the bottom of the couch. He pushed my head back and lowered his ass right onto my face. The sons joined in, Daren pushing his ass against my chest and Jake sitting his ass right on my dick, sliding it up his hole. I stuck out my tongue and licked Mr. Loxley's sweaty balls. All three began farting again.

After an hour, cum filled my mouth as each Loxley turned and blew their loud right into it. I swallowed it all, gulping it down like a man drinking the last of his water in the desert heat. They plopped down next to each other and turned on a movie. I crawled between them, sucking on the tips of each of their dicks. They ignored me, which turned me on even more.

"You forgive him now, son?" Mr. Loxley asked Daren.

"Absolutely."

"Perfect," he responded. "Looks like this kid is gonna have to become a permanent resident. What do you say to that, boys?"

(18+ mlm fart fiction)

It was a warm August day when I first came to my new private college. The buildings were super modern and the price was insane. I was surprised I was even able to afford the place, but scholarships and luck really do help out.

Classes hadn't started yet, but I wanted to go find where my classes would be early to get an idea of the lay of the land. I stepped into one of the buildings and walked down a white tiled hallway. There were empty classrooms with glass windows along the walls, making them easy to see into from the hallway. I got to the right room and peered through the windows. It was a basic classroom setup. There was someone on the computer at the professor's desk, speaking with someone else in a chair just in front of them. Thinking I might be able to meet my professor early, I sat down on the far side of a bench across the hall and waited for the student inside to leave.

Footsteps and laughter echoed down the hallway. I looked as three dudes turned the corner. One was huge and muscular, another shorter and chubby, the last was tall and lanky. The muscular one walked past, but the other two plopped down on the floor right by me. I stared at him as he walked away. He had shoulder length blonde hair, wore a grey beanie, and was wearing khaki shorts with a white tank top.

"Jordan! Let's hang out here for a bit. Let me show you this video."

Jordan turned back around and sat next to me on the bench. I stared at them, puzzled. It was like they didn't even see me. But clearly they had to, or Jordan wouldn't have sat on the opposite side of the bench.

At least, that's what I thought. The lanky boy pulled out his phone, but Jordan couldn't see the video from where he was. He stood up and walked over to his friend. I figured he would sit on the floor with them, but then I found myself staring at his ass inches away from my face. He lowered down and plopped right onto my lap.

He grinded his ass into my crotch and sighed. "This'll do nicely. Hope you don't mind, but I couldn't see from there."

My face turned bright red. I was frozen. Part of me wanted to push him off, but my growing boner forced me to stay and stick through with it. I just nodded silently and stared at the video as it played.

The video showed Jordan and his friends in baseball uniforms. It looked like they were in a high school locker room. There was a quivering nerd-looking dude backed up against the lockers. The boys laughed at him.

Jordan then approached the boy. He turned around and stuck his butt into the boy's face. His ass visibly vibrated as a massive volcanic eruption of a fart ripped right in the boy's face. The boy called out for help, but his screams were suddenly muffled as Jordan fully shoved his ass against the boy's face. His whole head was enveloped in Jordan's huge ass. More farts rang out as the boy squirmed, but the chubby boy was holding him down. Fart after fart rang out, and eventually, the boy went completely limp. The boys roared with laughter and began drawing dicks on the fainted nerd's face. The video ended.

Jordan and his buddies laughed just as they had back then. Originally him sitting on me made me feel a bit turned on, but now I was just horrified. Was that why he sat on me? Was he wanting to do that to me? I tried to push him off me, but he didn't budge.

"Someone's getting worried now, aren't they?" he said, grinning devilishly as he stared back at me.

His friends laughed, giddy with anticipation. One of the boys pulled out his phone and started recording.

"What's up everybody, it's ya boy Jordan," he said to the camera, "it's my first day here in college and I figured it was time for me to make my mark on this place. You guys back in high school already know what I can do, but these college kids have another thing coming. Time for Exhibit A."

I screamed as a fart ripped out of Jordan's ass and vibrated against my crotch. I could feel the fart bubbles racing out of his hole, up the side of my dick, and out into the little air in between us. The bubbles popped, releasing their stinking gas right under my nose. The chubby boy shoved something in my mouth, keeping me from screaming too loud. The smell of the fart lingered up to my nose. It was like rotten meat and eggs. Tears escaped my eyes as he pushed out another three farts.

"Now for the big guns," Jordan said ecstatically.

He raised up and ripped off his khaki shorts, revealing his bouncy, hairy ass to the camera. I barely had time to admire it before the gag was torn out of my mouth and everything went dark. He backed up all the way against the wall, shoving my face deeper and deeper into his crack. I felt the tip of my nose graze just above his hole. I tried to scream, but it was muffled by his ass.

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I thought the farts from earlier smelled awful, but they had been filtered by the shorts. This fart was like every dumpster in the world was shoved right up my nose. It was a wet one - I could feel the slickness against my face. A few more farts tortured my nose before I heard the noise of the recording being ended.

Jordan tried to move off me, but my face came with him. We both froze. He grabbed the side of my head and pulled, but it didn't budge. I pressed my hands against his ass (which felt very nice) and pushed with him, but still nothing. We both realized what was happening.

"Uhhhh... guys. I think I have a problem."

(18+ mlm fart fiction)

It was a normal morning for me. I was wiping down counters at the super fancy hotel I worked at, The White Pearl Resort. It seemed like the day would continue on being average, until my manager came up to me with a message.

"One of the guests has specifically requested you to go to his room," he said.

"For what? To clean it?" I asked.

The manager shifted around nervously. "Look, this guest in 1514 is a massive donor to the resort. He's basically second to the owner. I don't know what he wants with you, but whatever he wants he gets. Got it?"

"Uhhh... and if I don't want to?"

"You'll be fired," the manager said, "I'll pay you time-and-a-half for the entire time you're up there, but you have to listen to everything the man says. Follow every order like he's your King. Ok?"

I nodded. The manager walked away as I began putting my cleaning materials away. This whole situation sounded sketchy, and weirdly sexual, but time-and-a-half was too big of a bargain to let go of. I already made serious money here; this paycheck was going to be huge. I made my way to the elevators and went up to the 15th floor. I found myself standing at the door marked with the number the manager had told me: 1514. I opened the door.

It was a nice suite. It was spacious and decorated with beach-themed furniture. There was a man standing in front of me wrapped in a shower robe.

"Aaahhh, the cute boy from the lobby. So you're going to be my little sniffer today?" he asked.

I had no idea what that meant, so I simply responded with, "Yes, sir."

He chuckled. "Wonderful. Now, drop to your knees."

I figured I was going to have to suck his dick. I gulped as I lowered myself to the ground, trying to focus on what I'd be able to buy with my boosted paycheck. The man walked up to me and disrobed, revealing near-full nudity except for his white boxers.

"Sniff up every one. If you don't, I'll know, and you won't like what'll happen if I know."

He turned, pushing his fairly large ass towards my face. He reached back and grabbed my head, forcing my face into the depths of his ass. I screamed, but it was hopeless. I was stuck here whether I liked it or not.

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An absolutely massive fart ripped straight out of the man's ass and assaulted my nostrils. The smell of rotten fish filled my nose and seeped into my lungs. I began to cough violently into the man's ass, but he only pushed me further in. More farts rippled out, now flowing right into my mouth. I could feel acid rising in the back of my throat as I tasted the farts all over my tongue. One last fart rumbled up into my nose before I forced the man off of me and vomited on the tile floor.

The man laughed and walked away, stepping out onto his balcony and closing the door behind him. After laying there, breathing in fresh air for a few minutes, I cleaned up the puke and went outside to the balcony with the man. He laid on a lounge chair off to my left.

"Sit." Upon his order, I sat crisscross on the ground next to him.

He leaned over and unleashed a wet fart. The wind blew the stench right into my face. I gagged as the man laughed to himself.

"Smell my balls."

I reluctantly crawled over to the bottom of the lounge chair. The man laid on his back and spread his legs, revealing his huge bulge to me. I crawled up and placed my nose just above his sack. I took a deep breath.

"Jesus, that's a scent!" I exclaimed. It smelled like all the sweat in the world had been gathered right there in one spot. It was disgusting.

The man only laughed more. "Rub your face all up in there. Worship my cock and balls."

I did as he asked, rubbing my face against the bulge gently, taking in the stench of sweat. The dick hardened and pressed against my face. The man lowered his underwear and grabbed me by the jaw. He forcefully opened my mouth and moved it to the tip of his dick.

Let's just say, I did what he wanted me to do.

I wiped the cum from my mouth. The man flipped over, now revealing his bare ass to me. I shoved my face in and licked his hole as he moaned into the lounge chair pillow. He farted a few more times, but I just sniffed them up as he wanted.

(18+ mlm fart fiction)

It'd been about a month and a half since I started feeling sore. I had just been playing basketball with my buddies when my body felt like it'd been hit by a train. I went to see various doctors, massage therapists, and other professionals, but no one could figure out what was wrong with me. Last week I went online and tried searching for answers when I found the next place.

There was a Reddit post by a man explaining how his severe pain was cured by some mystical massage therapist in a town not too far from mine. There were hundreds of replies agreeing with him. Nearly every reply had the same warning: This isn't for the faint of heart. The massage therapist has some crazy methods. I tried reaching out to some of them to find out how bad it'd be, but none of them would give me any details. I almost decided not to go. Almost.

I parked my car outside the place just 3 minutes before I had scheduled to be there. It was a small business running out of the first floor of a tall brick building. The sign read Isaac's Massage Clinic. Well, it was now or never.

I stepped inside and signed in with the lady at the front desk. The place had a very boho vibe to it. My head hurt a bit from all the scented candles burning in every corner of the room. A few minutes later a man stepped out from behind a bead-covered doorway. He was fairly muscular, a bit hairy, and had bronze colored skin.

"Come in."

Soon enough I was alone with the man in a small room. Even though this room had no candles, there was still a weird scent to the air. The man closed the door behind me. I stripped down naked and wrapped a towel he had given me around my waist. He motioned to the massage table. I laid down on my stomach, my face sticking out through the hole at the top.

The man reached down below the table and grabbed leather straps. He buckled me down to the table.

"Uhhh... is this normal for a massage?"

"You need to be perfectly still for my treatment to work. It will not be fun or relaxing."

I scanned the room, looking for anything that could help me rip out of these straps and escape. What did I just get myself into?

The massage therapist oiled up his hands and rubbed my back. "Here's how the treatment will work: I will massage your body and press into specific points in your body. Each time I will come over and have you smell the specially brewed aroma made for you. Once that is done, we will move on to the final phase."

Ok. That didn't sound too bad. What was the worst that could happen?

The therapist walked over and grabbed a low bench from the corner. He wheeled it over until it was directly in front of my face. I heard metal clang and noticed his pants and underwear on the floor.

"Uh, sir, what're you doing?" I asked.

"Your first aroma treatment."

He laid down on his stomach on the wheeled bench. The bench moved backwards towards me. His ass glided just below my face until it was all I could see. Realizing what was about to happen, I started thrashing around.

"Hell no! I'm not sniffing your fuckin' farts dude!"

"If you don't, you'll never get better," he said.

"I don't care! Get me out of here!"

Surprisingly he stood up and put his pants back on. He unlatched the leather straps I was trapped in and watched silently as I bolted out the door.

Within the hour I was already back home. I plopped down on my bed and screamed into my pillow. Running out of there so fast was a mistake. My body was on fire. I cried into my pillow for the rest of the night, not moving from that spot.

In the morning I was still in pain. I went about my normal routine, but all I could think about was that crazy massage therapist. No wonder nobody wanted to fess up about the details. They all sat in that room and sniffed some dude's farts. It made me sick to my stomach. I made my breakfast bagel and sat down on the couch.

After a few minutes, I leaned over and farted. The smell wafted up to my nose. It made me think. This fart didn't smell so bad. How bad could his be? My body pain was way worse than any fart possibly could be. Maybe I should go back. No. That's fucking disgusting.

I went back and forth over the issue for the next few days, and soon enough I found myself back in the waiting room at the massage clinic. The same man led me back into the same room and strapped me down to the massage table.

"Are you sure you're going to go through with it this time?" he asked.

"Yeah. It's gross and fuckin' embarrassing, but this soreness is worse than anything could be that comes out of your ass."

The massage therapist smirked and oiled up his hands again. After a moment of rubbing my back, he went over to the corner bench and wheeled it over to me as he had before. His pants dropped to the floor and he laid flat on his stomach. The bench wheeled back, placing the man's ass just inches directly below my face.

"Every time the aroma hits, you must inhale. Deeply. Understand?"

"Got it."

The massage therapist reached down below the bench and grabbed a small lever. The bench began rising. I cringed as the man's ass pressed against my face. It continued to rise, pushing my deeper and deeper into the hairy brown ass. It stopped.

PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRMMMMMNNNNNTTT

I nearly puked before the smell even hit me. The feeling of his asscheeks vibrating against my face nearly did me in. My instincts told me to hold my breath, but I knew what I had to do. I inhaled.

Jesus! It was like the whole sewage system had been compounded into this one fart. Tears escaped my eyes, but like me, they were trapped in this massage therapist's giant, juicy ass. I kept breathing in until the smell faded. The man moved and I finally had access to fresh air.

"Good job. Breathe deeply so you have enough oxygen in you before the next one."

"The next one?!" I hollered.

"Yes," said the massage therapist, "there will be several aromas that you must breathe in before the end of the session. Now, let me work."

The man began pressing his elbow deep into a spot in my lower back. I moaned out loud as he massaged it, rubbing his elbow around in circles for several minutes. I gasped as the pain in that area of my body alleviated for the first time in weeks.

"You see now? My method always works."

For nearly two more hours, I went on obediently huffing the man's rancid farts. The smell eventually filled the room to the point that even when he had stopped farting, I still couldn't get fresh air. But I didn't care. With every deep tissue massage he took the pain in my body away unlike any of the other professionals could've even dreamt of. The farts may have smelled awful, but they were completely worth it. I was extremely grateful. During one of his farts, I stuck my tongue deep into his ass and began rimming him. He seemed shocked at first, but he relaxed as I pleasured his hole. More farts slipped out into my mouth, but I didn't care. Something deep inside me told me that I needed to show him just how much I appreciated his work.

After that, he went back to massaging me. He finished circling his elbow against a spot just above my left asscheek when he finally spoke again.

"Now we will move on to the final phase," he said. He reached into a cabinet and grabbed a jar of lube. "This is the final piece of the puzzle. To fully reactivate your body, you must be stimulated to the highest order."

I realized what the lube was for. "Oh hell no. I'm not fuckin' gay, dude. You are not putting your dick up my ass."

The man laughed. "You also aren't the kind of guy to smell another man's farts, or lick his asshole, but you did those things too. Let me help you complete the process, or your pain will return tenfold."

I struggled to come up with a counterargument. Tenfold?! The pain was so bad it had pushed me to smelling a random dude's farts for 2 hours. If it got even worse, I had no idea what I'd do to get rid of it.

"Fine. Do what you have to do."

The man unfastened the leather straps. He repositioned me into doggy style and climbed up on the back of the table. What the fuck was I about to let him do to me?

He stuck it in. I screamed. The pain of my soreness was nothing compared to whatever this was. I tried to move, but he held me down with his strong arms.

"If you leave now, you know what will happen!"

I nodded and relaxed. He began fucking me. Hard. At first the pain made me want to die, but as I relaxed, I got more comfortable with it. My dick hardened as his dick moved in and out of me. I moaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard me. He kept on. In and out. In and out. In and out.

My world suddenly changed. His dick hit me right in the spot he wanted. I wanted. We wanted. Cum shot out of my dick with a fury as the massage therapist's cock pressed into my g-spot. I moaned so loud the whole fuckin' neighborhood probably heard me. He kept on fucking me for several more minutes before his cum filled my ass. He cleaned me up and handed me my clothes.

"All better now?"

I nodded, still speechless from what just happened. The massage therapist pressed his ass against my crotch and let one last fart out for the road before sending me on my way.

(18+ mlm fart fiction, mention of piss)

Why did I have to go out tonight? I was driving down the highway and turned down an exit to the right. I could barely see the exit sign with this snowstorm going on, but I was pretty sure it was the right one. As I drove around, however, I quickly realized I was lost. Eventually I found myself on a lonely road out in the middle of the woods. Where the hell was I?

I kept driving, hoping I could find somewhere to charge my phone. Once it wasn't dead anymore, I could use it to find my way home. The car made a weird noise. I ignored it, but the noise repeated, louder this time. It happened again and my car stopped. All the lights turned off and the engine went silent.

After a quick screaming fit, I grabbed my winter coat from the backseat. I had to be close to somewhere, right? I jumped out of the car and started walking down the road alone.

A few minutes went by. The cold wind froze me down to the bone. I could barely see through the falling snow. I noticed a warm light in the distance and hurried towards it. It was a small cabin. If there was light inside, there had to be a person! I could get help!

I burst in through the front door and slammed it behind me. The small room had a fireplace crackling with life surrounded by regular living room furniture. A huge, burly man stood from the couch and looked at me.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked.

"I- I'm sorry. My car broke down and I got stuck out in the storm," I quivered, pulling my coat tighter over my body. The man's face morphed from defensive to concerned. He ushered me over to the fire, where I sat and warmed myself up.

Heat flowing into my body, I finally got the chance to think clearly. I looked at the man standing next to me. He was a big lumberjack type, built like Thor with a huge red beard, a red beanie, and a flannel. His jeans perfectly curved around his huge ass. His thighs were so big I figured he'd pop my skull like a watermelon if he were to squeeze me with them. That almost sounded arousing.

"The storm should pass tonight. I can go out in the morning and help you get your car workin'."

"Thank you," I said, "that's incredibly kind. Should I sleep on the couch or do you have a spare room?"

"Don't worry about it. You can sleep with me in my bed. I don't mind." I could feel a stirring in my dick at the thought, but all I did was nod and turn back to the flames.

The lumberjack stared at me as he plopped down on the couch. "Y'know, I'm gonna need you to pay up for me helpin' you out. I don't do nothin' for free."

"Oh.. I don't really have much money. I think I have $40 in my wallet, but that's back in my car."

"That's alright, I don't need no money. You can pay me another way."

My cheeks turned red. Was he flirting with me?

I turned to him. "How?"

The man stood up and stepped towards me, only stopping once he was barely two inches from me. I looked up at him, and he peered down at me, grinning wickedly.

"You're gonna do everything I say. Every order, every command, you will follow. No questions asked. Got it?"

I swallowed. "Uhhh... sure?"

He stepped back and plopped back down on the couch. His knees parted and he scooted forward, his crotch aimed towards me. Instinctively I crawled towards him.

"You little bitches all bow down to me. It's too easy. Well, then, since you need to be warmed up, how bout I give you a little heat?"

He grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face down just below his crotch. A fart rippled out from below.

BBBBBBBBbbbbrrrrrrrt

The heat of it warmed my face immediately, but the stench sent me into a coughing fit. The lumberjack kept my head in place.

"Sniff it up, buttercup. Smell it like it's the best damn thing you've ever smelled before."

Reluctantly I took a deep breath. The smell of rotten meat stung my nostrils. I forced myself not to cough as I continued to breathe in the stench of his fart. The smell faded as I continued huffing it in.

"Ahhhhh... good boy. You did great. I've got a little costume for bitches like you in the bottom right drawer of my dresser. Try it on and see if it fits. Last door on the left."

I stood and walked away from him, turning down the hall. I entered his bedroom. It was what I expected; wooden handcrafted furniture decorating the small space, centered around the large bed with a big fluffy blanket on top. I kneeled down by the dresser and opened the bottom right drawer. Butterflies began flying around my stomach as embarrassment set in. He wanted me to where this?

I tried on the clothes. They fit well enough. I turned to the mirror, examining myself. I was nearly naked except for a pink mesh shirt with a purple heart on it, tight purple shorts with "Daddy's Girl" written in pink across the ass, and a tiny pink tutu. Oh, and don't forget the little pink slippers. I felt emasculated. This was humiliating.

I came back out into the living room. The lumberjack howled. "Of course that bitch shit fit you! That's amazing. Come here, bitch, and suck me off."

I did as he said, dropping to my knees and pulling his dick out of his jeans. I took it in my mouth and began to suck. The lumberjack moaned, grabbing the back of my head and forcing me up and down on his hard cock. We continued like this for a few minutes before he finally came. His cum filled my throat, but even if I had tried, he wouldn't let me spit it out. I gulped it down and he pulled his dick out of my mouth.

"You really are a good little bitch. I'm goin' to bed. You're gonna stay under the covers and sniff up my farts while I sleep. Don't even think about goin' up for fresh air - I'll know."

I followed him into his bedroom. We laid on the bed and I crawled down under the covers. Soon I found the man's ass and kept my head hovering around it.

"Not good enough."

He grabbed me and shoved my nose right into his asscrack. The last thing I heard was him snickering before the only noise around was the horrendous farts ripping out of his ass.

In the morning, I woke up with my face still lodged in the man's ass. I moved my head back and breathed in, but it was useless. It was the most toxic form of dutch oven under those covers. The air was so thick with farts it almost felt solid. I waited there for another hour as more farts rumbled out of the man's ass. Eventually he woke up.

"G'mornin' sunshine. Come with me," he said, flinging the bedsheets off me and finally letting fresh air hit my face. He grabbed me by the collar of my little mesh shirt and dragged me behind him on my knees. Little toots ripped out of him with every step, shooting right up my nose. He entered another room which I quickly recognized as a bathroom.

He pulled down his underwear and stepped in front of the toilet. He guided me behind him, the top of my face resting against his bulbous ass.

"Clean my balls while I piss."

As yellow piss poured out of his dick and into the toilet. I leaned forward and took the man's balls into my mouth. I moved my tongue across them, licking up all the sweat that I could taste. A small fart ripped against my forehead, but I just kept licking. Eventually the piss stopped and the man chuckled.

"Wow. I didn't even mean for you to do it with your mouth, but you did anyway. Little bitches like you really do understand your place in the world, huh?"

The toilet flushed and the man brought me into the bath with him. We waited as the water filled up and we both sat down inside. He spread his legs and handed me a rag, telling me to clean him up. I soaped up the rag and began washing the man's body. My dick got hard as I watched the bubbles spread across his bare, hairy chest. He was so muscular and manly. Maybe I didn't mind being here all that much.

I reached down and washed off the man's dick and balls too. I leaned down, my face barely an inch from the surface of the water, as I reached back to wash under him. Bubbles rose from below and popped in my face. A rancid smell assaulted my nose.

The man cackled, making waves in the water. I continued washing him until he was completely clean. I drained the water and we both stepped out of the tub.

Without being told, I grabbed a towel and dried the man off. I got him some fresh clothes for the day and helped him put them on. We walked into the kitchen and I began cooking breakfast for the both of us. He sat at the table and grinned at me.

"You're really gettin' good at this. Maybe I should keep you around a little longer so I can use you all the way." Deep down I wanted to agree, but I knew he'd throw me out the moment it felt like I wasn't being tortured. I simply stayed silent.

Weeks went by. Every morning I would wash the lumberjack off and make us food. He'd fart on mine first just to make sure I wasn't enjoying myself too much. After we ate, he'd go work on whatever the hell he wanted while I cleaned the house. Once he got back, it was an afternoon full of fart torture. Eventually he started fucking me in the ass every night. This was the only time I was meant to pretend I enjoyed everything, and truly I did. I think he caught on to the fact that I was loving this, but he ignored it so he could keep having fun too. I slept under the covers every night, huffing in that pure dutch oven aroma. Almost two months later, he finally let me go.

"It's time for you to leave. I've seen the texts on your phone. I've held your friends and family off for now, but now they're gettin' worried. I fixed your car already. Go." I was sad, but I knew he was right. I had to be honest with him first, though.

"I love this. All of it. So before I leave, can you at least fart on me one last time?"

(18+ mlm fart fiction)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Jake and I stepped into the garage. Mr. Loxley was sitting in a chair, breathing heavily. His white tank top and jeans were covered in black stains, as was the floor leading to the car he was working on it.

"Hey boys, I just took a break! You got here just in time, actually. I really need to let this gas out," said Mr. Loxley. I happily sauntered over to him, Jake following behind me.

"How do you want us?" I asked.

Mr. Loxley smirked. "Well, that depends on you. Do you want to go one at a time, or together?"

I thought about it for a moment. Going together would be interesting - how would that even work? Would that mean I wouldn't get as strong of a whiff at the farts if they were being equally dispersed? Also, then I wouldn't be able to see Jake being farted on. I made up my mind.

"Separate."

Mr. Loxley nodded and pushed me to the ground. I fell on my back, and before I knew it, the man had dropped his ass right onto my face. I heard him unbuckle his belt. His jeans lowered and his sweat-stained white underwear hovered above me. He sat down fully, pushing my nose right up his crack.

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMPPPPTTT

I inhaled the fart as it ripped out of Mr. Loxley's ass. It smelled like sweat, beer, and pure rancid rotten meat. More farts rumbled out as I continued to huff them. The smell made my dick throb harder and harder. I almost started to rub it, but I remembered that neither Mr. Loxley nor Jake knew that the other one knew of my fetish. That'd definitely make things weird. I continued to inhale the farts, but too soon the man rose and freed me. Fresh air rushed against my face as his ass disappeared from where I badly wanted it to stay.

"Your turn, Jake!" He said. I sat up and watched as Jake dropped to his knees. His father dragged him over to his chair and slammed his head against the seat. He sat down, securing his son's face in his ass.

PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTssssss

The fart rippled against Jake's face. Mr. Loxley winked at me and nodded towards my crotch. I silently wipped out my dick and started to masturbate as Mr. Loxley farted in his son's face again. This continued for several minutes, much longer than when I was under the ass. Eventually I came all over the floor. I grabbed a rag and wiped everything up. Once I returned to where I had been before, no sight of cum to be found, Mr. Loxley got off of his son. Jake fell to the floor, dazed. I went to lift him up, but Mr. Loxley grabbed me by the shoulder and stopped me.

"The choice I gave you earlier - I lied. You get to do both."

He laid me down opposite of Jake; the tops of our heads touched as we were perfectly lined up with each other. Mr. Loxley removed his underwear, revealing his giant bubbly ass. He sat down on Jake's face first, but he wiped his ass from Jack's face, onto mine, and back. He continued going back and forth, letting out little farts above each of our noses. I took a risk and stuck out my tongue. Mr. Loxley's balls dragged against it, my tongue soaking with the disgusting sweat from his hard work. He dropped his balls in my mouth and shifted back, keeping his ass on his son's face. As quietly as I could, I licked the balls clean and sucked on them as Mr. Loxley farted on his son's face. After a while he raised up and plopped back down in his chair.

"Thanks boys, but it's time for me to rest so I can get back to working on this. Good job."

We both stood up and went back into the house.

Jake grabbed my hand. "Soooo.. how long do I have to wait?"

I kissed his cheek and grazed my hand against his crotch. "How long does it take to walk to your bedroom?"

He smiled, lifting me up and carrying me to his room. He tossed me on the bed and dropped his pants. Jake locked the door and opened a drawer, pulling out a condom. He handed it to me. I looked at him questionably, but quickly understood. I lowered down to my knees and put the condom on his dick for him.

He moved me back to the bed and began caressing me, kissing me on the neck. We began to slowly hump each other as I moaned into his ear. After a few minutes of foreplay, he flipped me over and grabbed the lube. I got myself into position. He stuck it in.

Holy shit. I saw stars as he shoved his dick right up to my prostate. He began moving back and forth, his dick gliding in and out as my eyes began to water. He put one leg up and continued to fuck me, pushing my face down into the bed with one arm. I moaned into a pillow, gasping for air. We went on like this over and over. I felt like we existed outside of time, space, and reality. The only things that existed were me, him, and his amazing dick. His cum filled my hole, dripping down my cheeks and onto the bed. He pulled out and lowered himself until his face was in my ass. He began licking everything clean, slurping up his own cum like it was nothing. I rubbed myself, moaning loudly as he pleasured my hole. Then, things went bad. Really bad.

The door opened. It was Daren, and he was stunned. Tears rolled down his eyes as his brother turned to face him, face covered in cum and ass hair. I moaned as I came, cum covering the bed sheets. I flopped down and looked at him, not able to move from how relaxed my muscles became.

(18+ mlm fart fiction)

Happy Holiday Season everyone! <3

I was sitting on a bench in the locker room of a gym, packing my things. I had just worked out and I was ready to go home. As I zipped my backpack shut, a man walked up to me. He was hairy, covered in sweat stains, and built like a god. His clothes were tight against his body, barely holding his muscles in. The bench shook as he plopped down next to me.

"Hey man, I'm Jackson. You seem like a good champ. Can you help my buddy and I settle a debate?" he asked. I wasn't that interested in being someone's mediator, but this man was smoking hot. Interacting with him felt like a gift, and I wanted it to keep on giving.

I agreed, but he placed his hand on my shoulder and looked concerned. "It's not gonna be fun. Here, I'll give you 50 bucks for what you'll have to deal with."

He handed me a 50 dollar bill. What could be so bad that he felt like he had to pay me first? Whatever it was, my curiosity was too high to stop now.

"Sure, dude. What is it?"

He stood and turned, walking away. At first I didn't move because I was so taken aback by how massive his ass was. It was huge. It was the biggest ass I'd ever seen. I shook my head and stood up - if I didn't follow him now, I'd lose him. I followed him to a private corner far from anyone else in the room.

Another man stood there. He was slightly slimmer than Jackson, but otherwise had all the same qualities. He was massive, ripped, and beautiful.

"This guy'll judge for us, Aiden," Jackson said.

Aiden looked at me, puzzled. "He's really up for that?"

"I haven't told him yet."

Aiden sighed and shook his head. "Listen, dude, turn back now if you want. You don't want to be in the middle of this."

I certainly did want to be in the middle of these two. Anywhere, anytime. "Tell me what it is," I said.

Jackson turned to me. "This bozo is claiming his farts are manlier than mine. We need someone to let us rip some in their face and smell them to tell us which ones are more manly. You up for that?"

I was shocked. That sounded disgusting. I almost said no, but I noticed another feeling rising up in me. Arousal. No, it couldn't be. Why would I be turned on by that? Then again, this would give me the chance to stick my face right into those godlike asses of theirs.

"Sounds great. Let's start."

They both looked shocked, but they just laughed and pulled out a small scorecard and a pencil. Aiden handed it to me.

"We'll go three rounds, and you'll rank us in three separate categories: power, loudness, and smell. Rank each out of ten, the highest being the most powerful, loud, and stinky vs the lowest being the weakest, quietest, and best smelling. Ok?"

I nodded, writing their names and the categories down on the card. I laid down on my back on one of the benches, resting one of my legs up so they wouldn't see my boner.

Jackson stood above me. "Ready dude?" I nodded. His ass dropped down and engulfed my face. I was so far in, even my ears were completely covered by his ass.

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmppppTTTT

The fart ripped out of his ass and assaulted my face. My instincts told me to hold my breath, but I knew what I had to do. I took a deep breath and nearly vomited on the spot. What the hell did he eat?! My erection grew as I took another whiff of the rotten stench. I took a moment to enjoy the feeling of his ass against me before tapping his side, letting him know to lift up.

After a moment of fresh air, I turned and grabbed the score card.

Power: 7/10

Loudness: 7/10

Smell: 9/10

Jackson read the score card and groaned. "Two sevens? I gotta step up my game. Let me go grab a soda."

He disappeared around the corner. Aiden got into position above me.

"You good down there?"

"Yup. Drop it on me."

Aiden was much less gentle with his descent. His ass smashed down on my face, shoving my head so far up his ass I could feel his hole just below the tip of my nose. A fart roared from it instantly.

PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRrrrrNNNNNNNNNNTTTTAAAARRRmmmppppptttttssssssssssssssssssss...

His fart vibrated my head so hard I nearly tapped out from the shock. I took a deep breath. Jesus Christ! The rotten egg smell stinged in my lungs, causing me to cough right up his ass. He began to stand back up, but I grabbed his thighs and kept him down. I took another breath and really marinated in it. I could feel a bit of precum trikling down my dick. I couldn't hide my love of this for long. I tapped his side, and he stood up.

Jackson was already back, sipping on his drink. He had brought one for Aiden too, as well as some packets of trail mix. Aiden sat down and began to eat as I scribbled down numbers on my scorecard.

Power: 9/10

Loudness: 9/10

Smell: 9/10

Jackson moaned again as Aiden pumped his fist in the air.

"I told you bro! I can fart way manlier than you!"

"We still have two rounds to go! I'm gonna catch up, just you wait."

Jackson stood above me again. Without even asking, he plopped down on my face. The familiar scent of his last fart still clung to the fabric of his shorts. He lifted his leg and grunted.

PPPPPPPRRRRRRRmmmmmmmmmNNNNIIIIIIPPPPPRRRRRtt

The fart wasn't very loud, but it nearly shook my skull out of my head with its outward force. I breathed in the musky stench and immediately recognized the smell of a bean burrito. I huffed it in, enjoying every second of it. After a few minutes went by, I realized I was taking too long and tapped on Jackson's side. He raised up.

"Damn, you spent a while on that one. It must've been so weak you couldn't hardly smell it."

Power: 10/10

Loudness: 6/10

Smell: 8/10

When Jackson saw the six, I genuinely thought he was going to punch me in the face. "Six?! SIX?! How can I be doing so bad?!"

Aiden howled, smacking his knee as he rocked back and forth laughing. Jackson started gorging on his food, powering up. Aiden stood above me and sat down, more softly this time.

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Even I was disappointed by the fart. It was almost nothing compared to before. I smelled it for a minute or so, but it wasn't anything impressive. I stopped focusing on it just so I could think about Aiden's ass right on my face. If he wasn't wearing shorts, I might've started licking his hole. I tapped him and he sat down next to Jackson.

"I already know that one sucked. It just wasn't right," he said.

Power: 5/10

Loudness: 6/10

Smell: 4/10

Aiden slouched against the lockers and pouted. Jackson grinned, nodding as if this was to be expected.

An idea popped into my head. An opportunity.

"Maybe for the final round, you both should go bare ass. Just so I can get a stronger sense of the scent."

At this point, the situation was so bizarre, neither man thought twice about how suspicious my request was. They nodded in agreement and Jackson moved above me. His shorts and underwear dropped.

I finally got a look at his ass in all its naked glory. It was bulbous and hairy, glistening with sweat from his workout. My mouth watered at the sight of it. I could also see his dick and balls, hanging loose above my head. He lowered down onto my face, his balls slapping against my forehead.

He grunted, but nothing was coming out. He leaned to every side, lifted his legs in every direction, but nothing changed. Aiden laughed, thinking his victory was in the bag.

Jackson raised up and turned the other way, lowering back down so that now his balls laid against the bottom of my lip. He scooted around, wiping my face with his hairy ass. I enjoyed every second of it. I realized my dick was fully erect and prayed they couldn't see the precum through my shorts. He shook his ass some more until a rumble sounded from above.

"That's it. That's the one. Get ready, dude, cause I'm about to blow your fuckin face off."

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The fart was the loudest, proudest, most powerful fart I'd ever heard in my life. It was like he was a rocket ship and his ass was his engine. I was shocked that he didn't lift straight off the ground. The fart has so much power it literally unhinged my jaw and blew my mouth open. It filled my mouth, throat, and nostrils, making its way to my lungs. I tried to inhale but didn't even need to - it had already filled my body completely. There were so many different tastes and smells, I couldn't even begin to describe it. It was like an entire feast of farts had just been shoved down my throat. I continued to sniff it furiously, rubbing the sides of Jackson's ass as I took in as much as I could. It was heaven. Cum shot out of my dick with such a force, it flew out of my shorts and splattered across Aiden's face. Jackson stood up, but my face came with him. I wrapped my arms around his thighs and shoved my face in deeper, licking his hole. I tongued it so hard I could hear him moaning above me. He sat back down slowly and leaned back, fully allowing me to do what I wanted. Aiden was shocked, but as he put the pieces together, he silently lowered down to my shorts and undid the zipper. He took my dick in his mouth and began cleaning the cum off. As he sucked me off, cum filled his mouth and I moaned into Jackson's ass. He farted again, though it wasn't nearly as powerful. I reached up and started rubbing Jackson's dick. We all sat there, doing what we were doing, until we all came. Aiden flopped down onto the floor as Jackson rose and sat back down on the bench. We all breathed heavily.

"Holy shit man," Jackson said, "I don't know what came over me. I was so freaked out at first, but it felt so good."

Aiden looked at me. "You gotta do me next man. Screw the debate. That looked amazing."

I nodded, but first I grabbed the scorecard and wrote Jackson's newest score down.

Power: 10/10

Loudness: 10/10

Smell: 10/10

Aiden smirked, walking over me and dropped his shorts. Jackson sat on my chest and lowered himself so he could suck me off like Aiden had. Aiden sat on my face and stuck his now-hard dick into Jackson's ass. Jackson began sucked me off as Aiden started humping Jackson, wiping my face with his ass as he moved. New farts shot out every time he moved. I sniffed up every single one.

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and finally, a bubbly BBBLLBLBLLBLBLLBLLBLBLBRRRRRPP

The final, wet fart soaked my face as I shoved my tongue up Aiden's hole. I rimmed him, following his hole with my tongue as he rocked back and forth. I could hear as his dick went in and out of Jackson. Jackson moaned as he went up and down on my dick, sucking up all the precum as it flowed out. We went on with this for nearly 15 minutes before we all came.

Everyone laid flat on the ground. We breathed heavily, but I could tell the other two still held their breath a bit. Their farts had stunk up the air so much it probably counted as a toxic biohazard. I breathed it in happily.

"We should do this again sometime," Aiden said. He grabbed my phone out of my bag and put his number in my contacts. He passed it to Jackson, who did the same. Jackson put us all in a group chat called "Gym Buds" and dropped the phone back into my bag.

"So, who won?" Aiden asked. I laughed, thinking about the insane request that led us all here.

(18+ mlm fart fiction)

By nightfall this Saturday, I found myself imprisoned in a Saw-level trap in the home of an angry middle-aged engineer. As the knowledge of the horrible fate ahead of me truly sank in, I thought about what I had done to land myself here.

It was Saturday morning. I drank my usual morning coffee, dressed myself in my usual office clothes, and drove down my usual path towards the place I made my money at. There was nothing about the day early on that seemed any different. No, thing's didn't change until lunchtime.

I arrived at the large concrete tower and made my way up to the correct floor. I sat down in my cubicle and began typing on my computer. A work friend named Barry rounded the corner and stood behind me.

"You'll never guessed what happened last night, man! I won free tickets to a football game! Can you believe it?"

"Woah," I said plainly, "that's great man." This was always how my interactions with Barry went. I never really cared about him, he was just occasionally entertaining. He made work a little less boring.

A woman passed behind Barry - Theresa. She slowed down and leaned into the cubicle.

"Hiii Tom," she teased, winking at me. I winked back and blew her a kiss.

"Last night was great. You should come over again next weekend," she said.

"Sounds good to me, T. See you later," I said. She giggled and walked away.

Barry gawked at me. "Dude. Don't you have a girlfriend?"

That's right. Bev. We'd been having problems for months now, and honestly, I was tired of it. Theresa was a great escape from all that. I turned back to my computer, ignoring Barry's question altogether. He awkwardly went back to his own cubicle.

A few hours went by and lunchtime finally arrived. Things took a sharp nosedive here. I went down to the office work room and sat down with the meal I had packed and brought with me. As I bit into my sandwich, I noticed Barry glancing at me suspiciously from the fridge. He was whispering to another one of our coworkers. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but their tone sounded judgmental and almost angry.

The door to the work room slammed open. Standing there was my girlfriend Beverly. My stomach dropped. I knew already what was happening.

"You lying, cheating, scumbag!" Beverly shrieked, grabbing the rest of my lunch and launching it across the room. "I gave you everything. You were my everything! But you went and cheated on me with some other woman?! What do you have to say for yourself?!"

Looking back, I genuinely believe a malevolent force possessed me in this moment. You'd expect that I'd yell back, defend myself, or even just admit defeat and tell her the truth. Instead, I did something far worse. I looked up at her with the most bored, nonchalant expression I could muster and simply leaned over in my chair.

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The fart echoed around the silent room. I stared at her dead in the eyes as if nothing happened. She slapped me, burst into tears, and stormed out of the room. No one said a word.

I stood up and approached Barry. He backed up against the fridge. "Please man, don't do anything rash! You know what you did was wrong! I had to tell her!"

I punched him in the face. His head smacked against the fridge and he fell to the floor, knocked out. I walked out of the room and gathered my things at my cubicle, leaving the office for what I assume will be the last time ever.

I sent a text to Theresa once I got in the car. She knows. She knows and I don't care. I love you, and I want to be with you. I need some time to deal with this situation, but once it's over, I say we figure out a new life for ourselves, together. But only if you want to.

The drive home took nearly 2 hours. I didn't expect traffic to be that bad. Once I finally made it, my stomach dropped for the second time that day. I figured Bev couldn't have made it back faster than me, but that didn't matter. The only car parked in the driveway was one I knew too well - her father's.

I pulled in and parked. I could see him, arms crossed and face red, stomping his foot on the front porch. He was a tall, burly man with lots of body hair. That is to say, when compared to me, he was very intimidating. The thought of reversing and driving away was tempting, but I had nowhere else to go. I got out of the car and walked to him.

"Hey....Jim.." I said tentatively as I approached.

"'Hey Jim'? That's all you have to say, after the stunt you pulled," he growled, "I'm about to teach you a lesson you're never gonna forget."

Before I could turn to run, the man was already off the porch and walking to his car, one hand gripped on the collar of my shirt. I fought against him, but he was way too strong for me. He basically ignored everything I tried. Jim opened his trunk and revealed the rope and duct tape inside. I began to scream, but one punch in the face knocked me out cold.

So, that's how I ended up here. I couldn't move my body at all, but I could feel that I was tied up and naked, laying on my back. I was in some kind of compartment; the only part of my body with fresh air was my face. As I looked around, I recognized the pictures on the wall as the ones in the living room of Bev's dad's house. I thought about the layout of the room for a moment, and my stomach dropped for the third time of the day. I wasn't just in any old compartment, I was trapped in Jim's special chair. And if that right there was the upper part of the chair, that meant...

The lights snapped on. Footsteps approached and soon Jim was standing above me. He chuckled to himself.

"Y'know, I consider myself a bit of a genius for this thing here. In only a few hours, I built a whole secret compartment for your body to fit under my chair. Listen up, boy: I know what you did in that office. That fart you let out. I bet you thought you were the funniest man in the world, responding to your distraught ex with a little fart. Well I'll show you farts, pal. You're not gonna find it funny after I'm through with you - if you survive."

Jim turned around and plopped down in his favorite chair. I screamed as my face was buried deep into the man's sweaty ass. I knew I fucked up, but I didn't deserve this torture. Jim only laughed harder.

"Careful, kid. Making me laugh isn't gonna serve you well. Farts always slip out when I'm laughing too hard. Speaking of which, here's your first taste."

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The fart assaulted my entire behind. It filled my lungs and mouth, forcing me to smell and taste the malicious, disgusting stench of Jim's bowels. I coughed into his ass, but this only brought more farts out. I could feel vomit rising in my throat as the farts kept on coming. Jim pulled a lever on the side of his chair, and the contraption I was stuck in quickly dragged me down and flipped me over. I puked into a bucket in the dark space I was hidden in.

Jim howled. "Now THAT was a great start. Soon enough you'll get used to this. I mean, hell, what else are you gonna do? It's not like I'll ever be letting you go. Maybe not until I retire at least."

He pulled the lever back and my face returned to the seat of the chair. Jim stood up for a moment, but only to remove his pants. His bare, hairy ass jiggled above me.

"It's time for the real fun, boy. Welcome to your new life as my fart sniffer." Jim sat back down, and I screamed as his farts filled my body once more. He continued to fart all night long, laughing as he watched his favorite Saturday night shows. My mind raced for any answer, any tactic I could use to escape, but nothing ever came. I tried new ideas for days on end, but I was always met with failure and harsh punishment. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. When guests came, I was hidden below in my little soundproof compartment, gagged so I couldn't call out for help. I could barely hear the outside, but from what I could hear, even Bev didn't know where I was. Everyone thought I had gone missing. Eventually, my case was closed and everyone accepted my assumed death. All the while I laid there, forced to endure the farts of the father whose daughter I broke the heart of.

(18+ mlm fart fiction)

(Part 1) (Part 2)

I woke up in the morning to an awful stench, which didn't help quell my morning wood. I opened my eyes, but all I saw was white. I plucked the tissue off my face and looked at it. It smelled of Daren's farts, and it was covered in his cum. I checked to make sure I was alone before taking a deep whiff of the tissue. It was great.

I quickly shoved the tissue in the trashcan by Daren's desk when there was a loud knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Jake and Mr. Loxley both walked in. Jake was shifting nervously, but Mr. Loxley only smiled.

"Good morning champ! I'll be working in the garage today, and Daren's already at work, so you two will have the whole house to yourselves. Just wanted to let you know," he said.

Jake continued to lean back and forth. A deep, guttural growl roared from his stomach. Mr. Loxley laughed.

"Looks like someone's got a present for you, David! Go on then, Jake, let it out on him."

Jake gave me a pitiful look. He had been trying to hold in the fart until his dad left so he could let it out without making me sniff it. But it was too late. Mr. Loxley wouldn't let him off easy if he let loose before he could get to me.

Jake walked over to me and slowly turned around. He squatted until his ass was just inches from my face.

Mr. Loxley scoffed. "That's not nearly close enough! Are you a Loxley or not? Here, let me fix it."

He stepped over to us and dragged me by my collar onto my knees. He yanked his son closer to me and placed a hand on his stomach. He then grabbed the back of my head.

"This is more like it."

Suddenly my face was submerged deep into Jake's ass. The asscheeks quivered against my face as he tried with all his might to hold in his fart, but there was no stopping what was trying to get out.

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Jake's fart blasted me in the face. I inhaled deeply and immediately became transfixed. Jake's farts were my favorite of the Loxley's - they were the perfect mixture of every bad smell that turned me on. The stench filled me as I continued to huff his fart. Eventually Mr. Loxley let go and laughed loudly as he exited the room. A new smell was added to the atmosphere, and I realized the father had cropdusted us on his way out.

Jake sat next to me, teary eyed. "I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry."

At this point, Jake's guilt had become annoying to me. It's not like I was being hurt; I literally enjoyed what was happening to me. I figured it'd be easier to put him out of his misery and reveal my big secret. I stood up and closed the door.

"Jake, you don't need to worry about me," I said.

"No," he snapped back, "this is all my fault! I should've never put you in this situation. You probably hate me."

I wipped out my hard dick. Jake stopped sobbing in shock and just stared at it.

"I like farts, dude. I have a fart fetish. This has been literal heaven for me. Stop feeling guilty about it."

Jake looked down at the floor, trying to process what I had just said. After a long moment, he stood up and walked close to me. I tried to step back, but as soon as he was close enough he shoved me against the wall.

He lowered his hands to his waistline. "Me too."

His pants dropped, and out popped his hard, throbbing penis.

We stared at each other's dicks for a moment, looked up, and nodded. We knew what to do now.

He threw me onto the bed and crawled over me. He straddled my chest and turned around, facing away. He lowered his head and began sucking my dick. His knees scooted back past my head as his penis got closer and closer to me. I stuck out my tongue, reaching for a taste of it.

It finally reached. As soon as I could, I took the dick into my mouth and sucked it. Jake's dick tasted just as good as his farts. We continued to 69 each other until we both came. Jake sat up and leaned back, his ass scooting back to cover the bottom half of my face. A small fart erupted from it, flying up my nose and making my eyes water. He stood up and put his pants back on.

"That... was not what I was expecting. But this is so much better than what I imagined. I've always wanted to fart on you - on anyone, really. That's all I'm into. I don't like that sub stuff. But you, if you really want some farts, should check on my dad in the garage in a few hours. I'm sure he'll be all sweaty and stinky by then."

I nodded and stood up next to him. He faced me and leaned in, kissing me on the lips. I kissed him back. His lips were so soft and smooth. They almost made me forget that I had sex with his brother last night. Almost.

The memory of last night shot through my head and I immediately stepped back.

"Sorry I... I'm not used to this yet," I said. Jake nodded and we headed out to the living room.

We grabbed some drinks and sat on the couch. Jake handed me a PlayStation controller and turned on some racing game.

"Every match you win, I fart on you. Every match I win, you kiss me on the mouth. Deal?"

"Deal," I said immediately. A kiss on the mouth? That's what he wanted most from me? I began to wonder if Jake's attraction to me was more than just physical.

We played a round of the racing game. I tried my best, but being new, I lost really easily to Jake. He turned to me, smiling like he had just won some grand prize.

"Close your eyes and pucker up!"

I closed my eyes and puckered my lips, waiting. A few too many seconds went by. Was he going to kiss me or not?

Fabric touched my face.

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My eyes shot open as Jake's fart assaulted my lips. He plopped down, laughing hysterically. I took a breath of the air and enjoyed the musk floating around me.

"I figured I should give you one freebie. But next time, I'm getting my kiss."

We played for a few more hours, swapping kisses and farts with each other. We changed games a few times, but the rules stayed the same. We even watched a movie and still found a way to incorporate the game into it. By the time it was over, the room smelled like a nuclear warzone.

"Now's a good time to go see my dad. I'll wait here till you get back," Jake said to me.

I stood up, ready to go get a whiff of that sweaty man ass, but a thought came to my head first. I turned back to Jake.

"You should come with me," I said.

Jake nearly choked on the popcorn he was eating. "Hell no. If I go in, my dad will fart on the both of us."

The idea of that turned me on for some reason. I knew Jake wasn't into being farted on, so the idea of seeing that done to him just made me even hornier than I already was thinking about his dad. I had to convince him somehow.

"If you come with me, I'll let you fuck me. Like, actually fuck me. Here," I said, patting my ass. Jake's face dropped.

"Are you serious?"

"Dead serious."

Jake hopped up from the couch. "If it means I get to do that, I'll gladly smell my dad's farts with you. Let's go."

(18+ mlm fart fiction story)

(Part 1)

After cleaning myself up in the bathroom, I walked over to Daren's bedroom. A rancid smell assaulted my nose as I opened the door. Daren was sitting on the edge of his bed playing on his Xbox. His brother was on his knees to his left, his face shoved under his older brother's ass.

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Daren unleashed a fart into his brother's face. Jake inhaled it easily - he must be used to this by now. His brother's wicked grin grew wider as his stomach rumbled.

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Another fart went straight up his brother's nose. After a moment he scooted over, freeing Jake from the stinky prison. I coughed awkwardly.

"Oh, hey David," Jake said sullenly, "I went ahead and put your stuff away. You'll sleep here."

He patted the air mattress that laid just next to Daren's bed. A mix of disgust and enticement filled my stomach as I wondered what torture Daren would put me through.

Daren stood up and walked over to the dresser. "You get all the bottom drawers. Everything else is mine. Got it?"

I nodded, though I really hadn't heard a thing. I was too busy drooling staring at Daren's ass. His grey sweats wrapped so perfectly around the two giant melons he was packing back there. There was a small sweat stain in his crack that I yearned to get a whiff of. That'd have to come later.

"Hey assface," Daren said to Jake, "tell your friend to stop gawking at my ass. He'll get enough of it when the time comes."

I blushed, but the conversation was quickly ended as Jake grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room, closing the door behind him. We walked down the hallway and headed down into the furnished basement. He sat me down on one of the couches and turned around. I leaned forward a little, thinking he was going to fart, but instead he just spoke.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have invited you to stay here. This is gonna be torture for you," he whimpered.

"I'll be fine," I said, "it's just farts. The worst thing that'll happen is a bad case of pink eye."

Jake chuckled and plopped down next to me. "Alright."

We watched TV and played video games in the basement for the next few hours.

Later that night, Mr. Loxley interrupted us to call us to dinner. We climbed the carpeted stairs out of the basement and walked into the kitchen. A platter of roast beef sat next to a few bowls of various vegetables on the counter. We all made our plates, but none of the other guys sat down at the table.

"We have a bit of a nightly ritual when it comes to food, David," Mr. Loxley said, "hope you don't mind."

He pulled out a small foldable table that only went up to the middle of his thigh. Daren and Jake set their plates on it, but Mr. Loxley set is own on the counter. Jake turned to me.

"Everyone that ranks above us has to fart on our dinner before we eat it. It's part of the guidelines."

I set my plate down. Mr. Loxley cocked his leg up and unleashed a massive force of gas onto the food.

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Daren picked up his plate and leaned his ass towards the little table.

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Jake went next, picking up his own plate before leaning his ass towards mine.

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After the last fart ripped out of Jake's ass, I picked up my plate and joined the other men at the dinner table. I stuck my fork into a potato wedge and bit into it.

I nearly threw up on the spot. The taste of the Loxley's farts stuck to the food much stronger than I anticipated. The three unique smells mixed together into one disgusting platter of god-awfulness. But something inside me felt differently - deep down, I found it delicious.

Everyone ate their food. It was weird seeing how unbothered Daren and Jake were. They ate every piece of their food as if nothing happened to it. I knew they'd be more used to farts than me, but wow. It was nothing to them.

We rinsed off our plates and sat down in the living room to watch a movie. Other than a few stomach rumbles, nothing eventful happened. We all said goodnight and headed off to our rooms. Jake stopped me as I walked past his door.

"If you stay quiet and don't take up too much space, my brother might not bother you," Jake warned. I doubted that was even true, but if it was, I was going to do the exact opposite. I was ready to see just what Daren had in store for me.

I grinned sheepishly and walked down the hallway, turning into my new room. I was shocked at what I saw.

As I closed the door behind me, I looked up to see Daren standing on his bed, ass naked. He looked down at me with the wicked Loxley grin - I knew this was going to be a night to remember.

Daren laughed as I stared starstruck at his penis. He crouched down a bit and grabbed me by my shirt collar. He pulled me in until my face was inches from his dick. I opened my mouth, waiting for him to put it in.

"Wow, you're easy. Guess that's what you fags are good for. You can have my dick, but you have to earn it first."

He lifted his dick up, revealing his hairy, smelly ballsack. All he said was one word: "Clean."

I took the balls into my mouth and began licking them passionately. The taste was awful, but oh so good. My dick throbbed as I caressed my tongue around every corner and crevice of his sack, licking up all the sweat. Daren's dick hardened as it ran along the length of my forehead. He laid down and flipped over onto his stomach. His hairy ass jiggled as he made himself comfortable. He turned to look back at me.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get in there already bitchboy."

I climbed onto the bed and shoved my face deep into Daren's gargantuan ass. As I began to lick his hole, farts rumbled out onto my face.

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Daren moaned as he reached back and shoved my face even further into his ass. His farts went straight from his hole, up my tongue, and into my lungs. I continued to rim him as he unleashed his musky farts down my throat. I wished I could stay here forever.

Daren flipped over again, this time laying on his back. "You've been a good little bitch. Time for your treat."

The head of his dick flopped against my face. I repositioned myself and took it into my mouth, beginning to suck. It hardened again as I went up and down on it. Daren continued to moan. He eventually flipped us back over for the final time, humping my head as he throatfucked me. Little farts slipped out of his ass as he moved back and forth. The smell lingered around us as I continued to suck him. Eventually my mouth filled with his cum and I swallowed it happily. I had jizzed a few minutes beforehand, but Daren didn't care. Now he leaned back, relaxed and ready for bed. He flopped over and curled up in his blankets. I rolled off the bed and landed on the air mattress. Wow. This was the best place on Earth.

(18+ mlm fart fiction story)

Being kicked out of my parents’ house really sucked. They just expected me to survive on my own with almost nothing. I was fortunate enough to have a great best friend, my buddy Jake. After talking with his dad, he invited me to live with him for a few months. It was going to be great!

“So, uhhh… I gotta warn you about something David,” Jake said to me as we drove to his house, “it’s gonna sound weird.”

“Shoot, dude.”

He still looked nervous. “It’s just… my family has these weird rules about how we live. I really should’ve warned you before you agreed to come.”

“Well, what is it? What’re the rules?” I asked. I’d never seen Jake look so embarrassed before. He stayed silent.

“Come on man, spit it out! I won’t judge!”

“We… we smell each other’s farts. I hope that won’t be a problem.”

Oh, it was gonna be a problem alright, but for all the worst reasons. If these people were gonna fart around me so much, how was I gonna hide my fetish? Having a penis means hiding your horniness isn’t exactly a simple task.

“Uhhh… that’s fine, I guess?”

“No, it’s more than what you’re thinking,” he said sternly.

“What do you mean?”

Jake sighed and explained the guidelines to me. There were three other people in the household: Jake’s dad, Jake’s older brother, and Jake himself. Each outranked the last based on age, with their dad being the top alpha. Anytime one of them has to fart, they choose someone that ranks lower than them to put their face in their ass and sniff up the farts. Doesn’t matter what’s going on, the lower ranking dude has to go do it. If they refuse for whatever reason, as Jake said, “there are dire consequences.”

“That’s… super weird,” I said, shifting my hands to cover my crotch.

“Yeah. The one good thing is that I’m not the Bottom Beta anymore - you are.”

I stared into Jake’s mischievous grin and realized what he meant. Of course. He was 2 months older than me, meaning I will have to sniff his farts. That didn’t sound too bad to me. Jake was good looking, had a nice ass, and I knew from experience that he could be quite gassy. I still had to worry about them discovering me, and what I’m into.

We pulled into Jake’s driveway and started unloading the car. It was a basic suburban house with three dozen lookalikes surrounding it, but it was my home now. My stinky, smelly home. This was going to be a challenge.

Jake unlocked the front door and we stepped inside. His dad, Mr. Loxley, was putting away clean dishes from the dishwasher. His brother Daren was grabbing a snack from the cupboard. I could automatically see the family resemblance. All three Loxleys had huge asses, short hair, and broad shoulders. They all shared the exact same nose.

Mr. Loxley was a large man. His muscles were so big his clothes barely held them in as he moved about the kitchen. He had a blue flannel shirt tucked into dark sweats and pink bunny houseshoes with white socks. His skin was tanned from working in the sun, and with age his hair had begun turning grey. It created the perfect salt and pepper look.

His son Daren looked like what would happen if Mr. Loxley worked at a Mountain Dew factory instead of the quarry. He was pale, but still strong. He was definitely a gamer; he wore a beanie, grey sweats, and a Dead By Daylight t-shirt. Daren looked over at us standing nearby and blinked slowly.

“Oh. It’s the new kid,” he said, pushing past us to head to his room. I ignored him as Mr. Loxley finally noticed our presence.

“Hi boys!” his deep voice boomed, “I’m just getting some chores done. Jake’s room is too small so you’re gonna have to sleep on the pull out mattress in Daren’s room.”

Based on the brother’s attitude, I had low hopes for how that was gonna go. I pushed away the thought as I continued greeting Mr. Loxley.

After a few minutes, he peered over at Jake. “He knows the guidelines, right?” he asked. Jake nodded.

“And he’s agreed to them?”

Jake never made it seem like I had a choice. He stared at me with a pleading look, and I realized in that moment that my supposed agreement and understanding was part of Jake’s pitch to his dad for me to stay in the first place. I looked up at Mr. Loxley.

“Absolutely.”

“Perfect!” he exclaimed, “then we should get you started soon as possible. Jake, go take his things to your brother’s room. It’s time David and I had a little alpha-beta time.”

Jake flashed me a look of remorse before heading off with my things. Mr. Loxley grabbed my hand and pulled me along to the living room. We sat down on the long side of his L-shaped couch.

“Lay down.” I followed his command. I could already feel my dick starting to harden.

Mr. Loxley sat on my chest and scooted his ass towards me. He leaned back and looked over his shoulder at me.

“I will sit on my face and you will sniff up my farts like a good little bitch, got it?”

I nodded.

Mr. Loxley raised himself up one more time and took his final seat right on my face. His giant manly ass basically swallowed my head whole. The thin sweats were the only thing between my nostrils and his hole.

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The fart rumbled out of his ass across my entire face. I took a deep breath. It smelled like sweat, death, and eggs. My dick was standing straight up.

“Oooh, look what we’ve got here - this little faggot knows his place. Well little fag, here’s a reminder of where you always belong.”

RRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPP

Another fart flooded my lungs. The secret was revealed. I had nothing left to lose. I began frantically sniffing in his juicy farts and rubbed his thighs and ass with my hands.

PPPPPPRRRRRTTTTTT

“Oh you like that huh?!”

TSSSSSSSSSSSSSppppppppp

“Look how much you love serving me.”

BRRRRRRRTTTT-RRRRRRTT

“You know your place.”

PPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTT

“You belong to me, fag!”

BBBBRRRRRRRWWWWWWRRRRRRPPP

“You’ll always be mine.”

TTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssss….

As cum filled my jeans, the last fart slowed to a hiss. Mr. Luxley shook his ass as he forced me to keep breathing in his musk. After a few more minutes, he lifted his ass and let me breathe.

“You’re gonna fit in well here. Go clean yourself up, I won’t tell anyone.”

I hurried off to the bathroom and did my best to clean myself of all the cum. That was the best orgasm I ever had. This was heaven.