The Fart Box Pt. 1: Setting Up
(Sorry this took so long. Life gets busy.) Kelsey Sutton couldn't help but stare at her boyfriend. He was just so attractive. Mike Carrow was the strong, muscular captain of the football team, and she was so happy to have him. He was tall and had big arms and a toned physique. His dark brown hair was combed to the side, and his very green eyes contrasted perfectly against his tan skin. He had the jawline of a god and a luscious, grabbable bubble butt. The two of them were sitting in the brand new car his parents had given to him for his seventeenth birthday. The windows were open and Kelsey's dyed blonde hair whipped around in the breeze. Kelsey watched out of the corner of her eye as her window began rolling up. She turned her glance at Mike. His old car had had the old-fashioned crank windows that couldn't be controlled by the driver, but this car had power windows. Mike smirked as a sound like a wet sheet ripping in half broke through the relative silence. Kelsey knew exactly what that sound meant. She tried to put her window back down, but it wouldn't budge. "Cool. They actually work." Mike chuckled. Kelsey looked confused, so Mike clarified for her. "The window locks." "Oh, no!" "Oh, yes." Mike laughed as the smell of his fart filled his new car. Kelsey could only describe it as rotten eggs and a rotting animal carcass. Kelsey covered her mouth and nose with both hands. That was Mike's only problem. The guy loved to fart, and he was good at it. Before Kelsey had started dating Mike, she'd heard about his farts from his teammates. Kelsey had just taken it as them busting his balls, making fun of him the way only teammates could. But then she'd gone on a date with him. Not only had Mike's old car smelled like stale farts, but he'd also farted in front of her for the first time on the walk back to the car from the restaurant. All he'd had to say was, "Watch out for those ducks." Kelsey had laughed. It was funny the first time. Then they'd gone on another date, and Mike farted a total of three times on the drive home from dinner. He'd joked about it but never touched his window crank. Kelsey had had to open her window all the way. As they spent more time together, Mike farted more, and it just kept getting more disgusting. They watched Netflix together, and he grabbed her hand and put it in his crotch as he farted. She cooked dinner for him, and he farted during the meal and waved it in her direction. They lay in bed after sex, and he pulled the covers over her head and farted repeatedly, holding her under to endure the stench. Finally, just the other day, Mike had pushed her head into his ass and farted. Kelsey had punched him, and he told her not to be so sensitive. Now, he had her trapped in a car with his fart. Mike parked in the driveway of her house and leaned in for a kiss. Kelsey kissed him, and as they kissed, he let out another ripping fart. Kelsey pushed him away. "That's it! I can't handle you farting all the time anymore!" Mike didn't look apologetic at all. "Oh, please. Farting is natural." "Not as much as you do it!" Kelsey yelled. "And not on me!" "Now that's just hilarious," said Mike, a smile on his face. "It's who I am. I got farted on by my dad and my older brothers as a kid, and I thought it was the greatest thing ever." "Well I don't," Kelsey complained. "What do you want me to do?" Mike asked. "I can't just stop farting." Kelsey sighed. "I don't know, but I'll see you tomorrow." The next day, Kelsey stood at her locker pulling out books. She looked up as Mike started walking towards her, noticing someone staring at his ass out of the corner of her eye. She didn't know the guy, but the seed of an idea was planted in her mind. Mike kissed her. "Hey, babe." Kelsey put up a finger to stop him. "Hold that thought. I'll see you later." Kelsey followed the guy who'd stared. "Hey!" The guy stopped and turned. He was blond and scrawny. "Can I help you?" "I saw you staring at my boyfriend's ass," said Kelsey. The guy blushed, his face full of worry. Kelsey faked a smile. "Don't worry about it. He's flattered. Actually, I'm so totally turned on by the guy-on-guy thing so how about you meet us at Mike's house today after school, and we'll see what happens." The guy's face lit up. "Really? Okay." "Great." Kelsey wrote the address on a sticky note and handed it to the guy. "See you there." Kelsey waited for the gay guy to show up. She can't believe she'd thought of such a great idea. Kelsey was alone at Mike's house, so she'd used the opportunity to make her plan one step closer to coming together. She'd taken the wooden trunk from the garage and emptied it out, then she'd cut a hole in the top and put in a hose connected to a mask inside, leading it out to a special funnel . The whole apparatus was pretty genius. The doorbell rang, and Kelsey stood up. She walked downstairs and looked at the two glasses of Coke on the kitchen counter, smiling. The one on the right was spiked; the gay would fall right to sleep and then he would wake up in Hell. Kelsey opened the door and smiled at him. "Hey. Where's your car?" "I don't have one. I rode my bike." He came inside and shut the door. "I'm Cliff, by the way. You never asked." "How rude of me," faked Kelsey. She handed Cliff the right glass of Coke. "Let's go upstairs. Mike will be home from practice soon." They walked up to Mike's room, Kelsey feeling a twinge of excitement as Cliff started drinking his Coke. Cliff pointed at the trunk. "What's that?" "Oh, nothing," said Kelsey as she sat down on the end of the bed. A few minutes into talking, Cliff fell asleep. Kelsey rolled him off the bed and, with some difficulty, got him fully in the box. She put the mask around his face and closed the lid, putting a padlock on it. She wouldn't have to smell Mike's farts anymore. That was Cliff's job now. Next time: Cliff does his job!
