Max had been a friend of the brothers Brian and Ryan for quite some time already. They were fraternal twins, which meant that although they weren’t identical to each other they were born on the same day.
They were always arguing and competing, and he had been trapped in the crossfire a few times already, taking the role of some sort of judge or arbiter for them.
Right now, they were supposed to have a game night at the brothers’ house, and although he was used to it leading up to some sort of contest he wasn’t expecting this.
“No way, I’m not judging your farts, there is no way! What is wrong with you?”
“Why not?! You were the judge when we did that burp competition, what is wrong with Farts?!” Ryan said. He was big at a bit over 6ft and muscular, but leaner than his brother, he trained in the rugby team.
“Yes! How are we supposed to determine who is the most masculine of the two if you don’t help us?” Echoed Brian. He was bulkier than his brother, and played as defense for the Football team.
“No way man! You both reek after your training and you haven’t even taken a bath, there’s no way I’m getting near your unwashed asses just because!” Max complained.
“No! And why do you even want to have a fart-off contest or whatever? Why do you even want something like that? Last time you lifted weights, why don’t you do that? Or flexing” Said Max, trying to change the minds of the siblings.
“Those things are subjective and we always end up in a draw. This is way better, you just have to tell which of us stinks the worst”
“Where did you even got the idea to do something like that?”
“A dude in the Football team was saying that real men always smell, and since we ended up in a draw last week we decided that that would be a great way to settle the score between us" said Brian.
“C’mon, if you do it I’ll pass you the answers form the test next week, I got them from a trusty source”
Max’s head hurt trying to understand that logic. Still, he knew they wouldn’t stop bothering him until he gave in.
“Great!” The two exclaimed at the same time and stood up.
“So this is how we’re gonna do it, you can just stay sitting there, and we’re gonna take turns farting on your face”
Max groaned as the brothers positioned themselves in front of him, already unbuttoning their shorts with shit-eating grins. Brian went first, turning around with his sweat-stained gym shorts with zero hesitation.
The musky stench of his unwashed sportswear hit Max’s nose before his crack even came into view. “Brace yourself, judge,” Ryan teased, slapping his brother’s meaty cheek hard enough to make it jiggle. Brian clenched, then let go—a deep, wet *prrrt* erupting directly in Max’s face.
The fart was hot, dense, carrying the unmistakable reek of digested protein shakes and cheap cafeteria food. Max gagged as the air clung to his tongue, thick enough to taste.
Ryan howled with laughter. “Oh, that’s nasty! My turn.” He shoved Brian aside and bent over, his own asshole still slightly damp from exercising.
“So, who won?” they both asked.
“Both were fucking rank-” Max said before he could think better.
“Damn, another tie” said Ryan.
“Let’s try bare assed now then” Said Brian.
Max barely had time to protest before Brian yanked his shorts and boxers down in one rough motion. His round, hairy ass was still slick with sweat—a thick, musky funk rolling off his skin as he flexed. "No half-measures this time," he said, wiggling his cheeks just inches from Max’s face.
Ryan didn’t waste time either, shoving his own shorts to his knees and pressing right up behind his brother. The heat radiating off their bodies was suffocating. "Alright, judge, really get a good whiff this time."
Brian took a deep breath and pushed—this wasn’t just a fart. It was a guttural, bubbling eruption, the sound like a wet plunger pulling free. The stench hit like a truck: sour, fermented, with an acidic punch that made Max’s eyes water.
Ryan, never one to back down, leaned in close, his asshole still twitching from exertion. His was longer, a drawn-out hiss of hot air soaked in the stink of protein farts and testosterone. The brothers’ sweat-drenched skin only amplified the reek, their musk clinging to the back of Max’s throat.
"Who’s worse now?" Brian demanded, grinding his crack against Max’s nose.
"Fuck—I don’t know! Ryan!" Max gasped, his voice muffled by flesh.
Ryan smirked. "Take that, I knew I was the best!”
“Fucking hell, FINE! I’ll try to do better next time”
“Yes, next time, I won’t be happy until I've beaten Ryan”
