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Hello everyone. Long time. No chat. So here’s the deal….I’m horny for another meet up and I’m putting this out there for seats/sitters. If your interested in meeting up and having a mutual farting and facesitting meeting…and ya in Ohio. Either email me at [email protected] or on KIK which I check often at Smotherem4good. Please only serious interests. Don’t waste my time and I wont waste yours. ;)

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Danny was shaking. He still was in shock this was all happening. Did he just get his dad’s hot farts in his face? How could that be? But it was true. The fart smell lingered in the room keep him hard. He whipped his cock out right there and in seconds his cum was flying everywhere. A slight feeling of guilt set in for the incestuous kink he had just done. But he knew it would pass. His mind was reeling. Could this lust for his own father, not to mention his farts continue?

Daddy farts for you

Mark was the youngest of three brothers, and they lived with his father and Uncle Tom. Being a male dominated house, there was (quite naturally) a lot of farting, whether just casually or as a prank. Being the youngest, Mark found himself the usual target of these pranks, especially regarding his older brothers, Jim and Paul, who he shared a room with. One day, the boys had decided to make a den in their bedroom, which they would then sleep in at night. It was by no accident that Jim and Paul decided to place Mark in between them, so that they could torture him with gas later in the night. “Night guys!” said Mark, making himself snug and closing his eyes. The lights went out and all was silent for a few moments. PPHHARRRPPP!!! Paul had just ripped a huge fart and started wafting it right in Mark’s direction. “Oh, god Paul, that stinks!” Mark groaned, turning to face Jim and finding himself face first inside Jim’s butt crack before he could even speak. “Oh, I got him in my arse Paul!” Jim roared with laughter, holding the helpless Mark against his crack. “MPPHHH!” Mark groaned for freedom. “I think he wants you to fart on him,” Paul suggested. “MPPHHH!!” “Look, he even said please,” Paul laughed. “Well, if he wants farts then, oh,” PHHARRRRPPP!!! “Ahh, he’ll get ‘em! How does that smell, fart face?” Mark was too humiliated to speak. His brothers often farted in his face and he knew by know that squirming was no way to get free. They’d let him go when they got bored and so he just took it, breathing in the farts just like his brothers wanted. When Jim was done farting, he passed a dazed Mark over to Paul, who let rip a barrage of blasting, stinky and wet farts right into Mark’s mouth. It was so loud, the sound of the trumps echoed down Mark’s throat as he swallowed them, making his brother’s cry with laughter. Mark felt so stupid, just taking it like that, but what choice did he have? Finally, Paul finished and Mark was free to return to sleep. Unfortunately, while no gas was being ripped in his face, Mark’s brother’s were filling the den with their manly, musky, farty smell. It was truly terrible and the sounds of them trumping never seemed to end. Mark had to get out. “Where do you think you’re going?” Paul asked when Mark tried to leave. “I’m not sleeping in here with you two farting every two seconds!” Mark complained. “I’ve had enough!” “I don’t think so!” Paul retorted hotly. “If you want to go then you have to do something for us first.” At this point, he and Jim grabbed Mark so that he couldn’t escape. Paul then proceeded to whisper instructions into Mark’s ears. As he heard them, a tear shed down the poor boys face; but he would do it if it could mean a night of freedom. Both Jim and Paul were on all fours, their backsides high in the air. Mark crawled across the den, placing his face inches away from Jim’s arse. “May I smell your bottom?” he asked. “Urgh! You dirty bastard!” Jim faked disgust. “I bet you want me to fart in your face too, don’t you?” “Yes please,” Mark said stupidly, nearly crying.
“Get in there then!” Mark pressed his face into his brother’s arse and took one deep long wiff. It already reeked of the sprouty farts that Jim had been releasing earlier; the smell must have really stained the fabric of his pants, for no matter how hard Mark sniffed, the smell wouldn’t go. Jim also started rubbing his arse into Mark’s face, no doubt smearing the fart smell onto Mark too. “Here comes the fart!” Jim warned and sure enough it came: an immense gust of putrid wind, a gale force fart that blew back Mark’s hair and made his eyes water, while he smelled it deeply. When the initial wave of gas ended, he removed his face from his brother’s arse, said “Thank you,” and kissed his brother’s arse, just in time to have his lips farted on. Mark then proceeded to Paul’s arse. “Paul; I really want you to fart on me,” he said. “Why? Do you like the way it smells?” “Yes, I love the smell of farts, Paul,” “Then you wouldn’t mind if I do this,” and with that, Paul pulled down his boxers, revealing his bare and hairy arse to his younger brother. “That’ll let you have more of the smell that you love.” Mark knew he had to sound grateful and he thanked Paul for his kindness, gently placing his nose into his brother’s crack, resting it on his anus. “Prepare yourself, fart boy!” Paul said. Mark just had time to let out a small whimper before Pauls’ anus puckered on his nose and opened to shoot a mega trump right into Mark’s nostrils. Paul held Mark’s head in his crack. “SNIFF IT!!” he ordered, before letting out another three farts, which Mark smelled as best as he could. He then did as he had done for Jim, he kissed Paul’s arse and thanked him for his farts. He heard the boys laughing as he left the room to find somewhere else to sleep. Mark entered his Dad’s bedroom. There were a lot of boxes about as they had just moved house and so little room to sleep on the floor. Mark was about to go elsewhere when his dad woke and told him he could share the bed with him if he wanted. Despite being a little old for such things (Mark was fourteen) he was exhausted and so he did. The two laid in bed, with Mark’s dad facing away from his son. Mark was happy, finally free of farts and ready for sleep.PHLORP! A wet fart erupted from beneath the duvet covers. Mark’s dad sniggered. Mark knew what was coming. He went terribly pale and let out a tiny defensless yelp, as covers came cascading over his head, sealing him in a dutch oven. To recap from the last part of this story, Mark is the fart cushion of his family, who all love to torture him ceaselessly with their gas. He had just been forced to endure the gas of his brothers, Paul and Jim and after escaping them, went to his dad’s room. Unfortunately for him, his dad has just trapped him in a dutch oven, and the smell is beginning to overpower him already. “Pwoah! Dad! Let me out!” Mark screamed as the beef broth stench of his dad’s fart entered his nostrils. His dad laughed in reply. “I suggest you be quiet and take it son,” he said. “You don’t want your brothers to hear this do you? They might want in on the action.” “I suppose you’re right,” Mark moaned, resigned yet again to his stinky fate. “Of course I’m right. Now let me hear you take a big whiff.” SSSSNNNNNIIIIFFFF!!! “Good boy. Now I’m going to fart on you again, so get your face up my farthole ready for it boy.” “Yes dad,” Mark said, presenting his face to his father’s arse, subsequently planting his nose into his crack. “Hang on, back up a moment Mark. I just want to… that’s better. Right, you can get back in there now.” Mark daren’t move. His father had just pulled down his boxers to reveal his immensely hairy bottom and dirty bum hole to his son’s face. He couldn’t put his face in that. “I said,” Mark’s dad grappled his sons head in one hand and forced it into his crack. “Get in my arse. That’s a boy! You ready for some gas?” “MMPPHH!” “Don’t be too eager, I might have to get the boys in here if you want it that badly.” At this point in time, Mark wouldn’t have minded. His brother’s farts would smell like fresh tulips on a spring morning in comparison to whatever was about to erupt from his father’s already terribly smelly arse. “Right then Mark, here we go!” PPPPHHHARRRRPPP!!! “Ahhh, that’s a good one. Start smelling it boy.” Mark reluctantly did as he was told; not that he had a choice, what with his father still keeping his head locked in his arse, rubbing his buttocks back and forth, smearing the wet fart stains on his nose. “Jesus son, I never knew you were such a brown noser. Here, have this for your trouble,” BBRRRAARRRRPPP!!! PPLORRP!!! POOT!! PHHHARRRP!! That stream of farts caused the covers themselves to fill up with gas, not to mention how forcefully it vibrated against Mark’s face as he smelt those farts deeply, trying his best to smell it all as quickly as possible so that this torture could be over. Unfortunately for him, his father had been so relaxed by releasing the pressure of those farts, that he had rolled over, squashing his son’s face under his arse and fallen asleep. Mark could hear him snoring, and with each exhilation, his father let out a warm, pooting fart onto his son’s defenceless face. And so Mark lay there, immobile, smelling his dad’s farts as it was the only oxygen he had left to breath. As he did, he wondered why anyone would force their own child to endure such a torture as this. No wonder Mark couldn’t get a girlfriend; due to the amount of farts smothered into his skin, he pretty much smelt like a fart himself and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t wash it off. He wondered how bad he would smell when the morning came, or if his father would even release him, because he so loved to wake his son up with a mouthful of fart. Fortunately, after three hours of face farts, Mark’s dad rolled over and once more, Mark could escape and this time, he decided to go downstairs to sleep in the living room where his uncle Tom slept, because Tom very rarely farted on him. The reason that Tom rarely farted on his nephew, was because he too had been the youngest of three brothers and had endured himself, endless days and nights of trumps ripped on his face by his mean brother’s, his father and their friends. They used to tie him up and fit a gas mask to his face, attached to which was a hose that split off into smaller hoses, which the guys stuffed down their pants and farted into, thus Tom was used to smelling up to eight different farts at any one time. They also used to see who could knock him out with their gas the quickest, who had the nicest smelling or tasting farts, and also made videos of Tom, seemingly breathing in their farts willingly, which they would show to any girls he brought home. All of this naturally led to Tom feeling a lot of sympathy for his fourteen year old nephew, however, it had also led to something else. A fart fetish. Yes, Tom had been face farted that many times that his nostrils soon became accustomed to the smell and he began looking forward to these face farting sessions with his family and friends. It seemed this happened to the youngest brother across all generations and often, the whole male side of the family would get together to fart on each others faces for hours on end. Even some of the men who weren’t the youngest liked to be face farted, but the youngest of each generation were never allowed to do the farting, and were always the most ridiculed as well, for if Tom wanted to smell some gas, he was forced to beg or even pay for the pleasure. His older brother Timothy however, need only ask and he’d get a big juicy one ripped tightly against his face. However, times were changing and as Tom watched his young nephew lie face up on the floor, he realised that he was no longer at the bottom of the run, not if he could turn Mark into a fartsniffer. And so, Tom rose, pulled down his underpants to reveal an immensely bubbly, soft arse and planted it onto his nephew’s face. Mark’s eyes opened, just in time to sight an anus pucker and rip a fart into his gaping mouth. “NOT AGAIN!” Mark thought to himself. During the space of a single evening, Mark had been forced to endure the farts of his brothers, then his father and now his Uncle Tom had just began letting loose in his nephew’s helpless face. PPPHHHARRRPP!!! “Suck it up lad,” Uncle Tom ordered, seeing Mark squirm to get away from the smell. “Embrace the gas. Love it!” Mark was truly terrified. Was his Uncle insane? How could anyone embrace the pleasure of being face farted? There was no pleasure in it at all, especially when the one farting on you had an enormous arse that was crushing your face, not to mention the sweat in his Uncle’s crack, mixed with the forests of hair that grew there. Mark found himself wishing he was back in the tent enduring the farts of his brothers, or even in the dutch oven his dad had given him just minutes ago. “Why is it always me?” Mark cursed as Uncle Tom released a powerful, shitty smelling fart up his nostrils. “Because you’re the youngest,” Uncle Tom explained. “It’s a tradition we have in this family. When I was your age I got the same treatment, but I learned to appreciate your father’s farts, as well as my fathers and even your brothers. Don’t worry son, you’ll get used to it someday.” “Not if you let me go!” Mark pleaded. Uncle Tom let out a deep fart and sat firmly on his nephew’s face, silencing his pleas for release as well as sealing the poor kid with that truly horrific fart and those that would follow. Tom had discovered that one of the perks of being a family fart cushion was that inhaling so many farts made he himself, quite flatulent, to the point where he could pretty much fart at will. Mark was discovering this now, as he cried under his Uncle’s anus, which was bombarding his face with streams of powerful gas that would have sent him flying into the air had his Uncle not pressed all of his weight on him. To make matters worse, Tom decided to put on the television and he sat there watching it, casually passing gas on his nephew like he was nothing but a seat cushion. The flatulence was never-ending and each fart was longer and louder than the last, not to mention the stink which increased with the increasing sweatiness of Tom’s crack, to the point where Mark literally smelled like an anus himself. After a while, Mark began to accept that his Uncle was not going to release him and so he lay there and accepted his fate. “Ah, that’s the first step,” his Uncle said, though Mark was too busy breathing in the farty air to hear anything. “Accepting your place as the fart receptical. I’ll have you pleading for farts in no time boy.” And he let out a heartily wet fart, his stinkiest yet, but Mark just lay motionless and smelled it all. This fart session continued until the morning. Tom had actually fallen asleep, but Mark had not even tried to escape as he had with his father, not even when Tom rolled over, off of his face. Mark remained, his nose placed against his uncle’s anus, waiting to smell the remaining farts. Mark had no idea why he was doing this, he seemed sort of entranced almost, for even when day broke and his brothers came downstairs to see him sniffing his Uncle’s arse, he didn’t notice them. “What the hell are you doing?” Paul exclaimed. Mark didn’t respond, for Uncle Tom had released a fart and he had immediately started to sniff it deeply. Paul and Jim laughed out loud at this. “So you’ve decided that you like fart, huh bro?” said Jim. “Well get a load of this!” Jim lifted his leg and let out a ten second, tightly ripped fart, which got Mark’s attention and he stared at his brother’s arse. It was at this point that Mark truly realised what he had been doing, what he wanted to do now. He had enjoyed his Uncle’s gas, he loved the way it smelt, the way it made the tip of his nose vibrate, not to mention the deep, manly sound that the farts made. He also loved the fact that he was being humiliated, the fact that he was just taking these farts in the face without wincing, instead just sniffing or eating or rubbing his face in it. Now, as he stared at his brother’s jean clad arse, all he could think about was crawling up to it, placing his nose before Jim’s almighty anus and inhaling that fart. “Don’t just lie there bro!” Jim ordered. “Get over here and smell my farts!” Mark didn’t need telling again. He ran over to his brother, placed his nose in its rightful place and began smelling his farts, kissing his arse in praise of the beautiful trump before asking politely for another one, just as he had done the previous night in the tent. After that, his brother’s decided to tag team him, placing Mark into a fart sandwhich between their arses, ripping constant farts so loud that they woke their father up, who was delighted to see that his son had finally turned into a fart One of the best stories ever on GABF. Previously posted by I guy who I think may have been called Farteater, on the site I found this he was called PFWilson. Remember, I’ll send you a fart video for every full length story you upload http://files.b1.jcink.com/html/emoticons/wink.gif

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Danny was shaking. He still was in shock this was all happening. Did he just get his dad’s hot farts in his face? How could that be? But it was true. The fart smell lingered in the room keep him hard. He whipped his cock out right there and in seconds his cum was flying everywhere. A slight feeling of guilt set in for the incestuous kink he had just done. But he knew it would pass. His mind was reeling. Could this lust for his own father, not to mention his farts continue?

This one is a little shorter but it still counts for me. One time when we got back from vacation, we were all tired and just all fell asleep downstairs because our drive was long and traffic made us get home late. So I laid on the floor w/ a blanket, I was on my back facing up. I heard someone talking quietly so I squinted and saw my dad and brother talking in the kitchen. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but I did hear something like, “He’s such a heavy sleeper, You can’t wake him up” And somehow the next time i squinted my eyes, since I heard footsteps coming towards me, I saw a familiar sight, My Dads ass above me with his legs on either side. He slowly lowered his ass onto me then quietly was on his knees so his ass engulfed me. His underwear stunk so bad , he slowly moved it side to side and up and down, but eventually because of the motion my mouth was open. I could hear my brother quietly saying “Damn how is he not awake yet?” In a laughing tone. Then my dad whispered, “Oh he will after this” He rubbed his stomach, then i felt his asshole push, his body tense up. Then a quiet long 11 second stream of eggy gas hissed into my nose. My dad tried keeping his laugh quiet and looked over his shoulder and scooted down a bit to see if i was awake. I’m a great actor so I was still “asleep”. “Damn he must be a heavy sleeper.” He scooted back over my face and mouth and gave one last slow shake side to side. Then ripped another louder, clumpy juicy egg fart, then got off and that was that.

Two daddies gone extremely gassy