I should be happy, after all, I’m living the dream. I have a lucrative job that pays me six figures, and I already own a huge, five-bedroom, four-bathroom house, and I’m only 26. 

But then there’s Denise, my wife. I married her when I was 23; we dated for only 6 months. She initially lied, claiming to be 30 when she was actually in her late 40s. She’s good with make-up. 

Denise also has a son, Jacob, who is nearly as old as me. I never met Jacob in person. Before our marriage, Jacob turned 18, and Denise kicked him out of their home and her life. I felt guilty about that, so I did something. I got in contact with him and enrolled him in a private and prestigious college. His tuition and housing were expensive, but it helped ease my conscience.

Denise revealed her true colors after we got married. She is a horrible woman. She belittles me, she goes on weekly shopping sprees, and although I can’t prove it, I know she’s cheating on me. She’s rarely ever home, and when she is, she reeks of sex. I want to divorce her, but I have no proof. In court, I could lose my house and half my bank account. Fuck my younger self for not getting a prenup. 

So yeah, thanks to Denise, my life is miserable.

It’s 8 at night and I’m home alone, as usual. I’m in my home office, going over some papers, when I receive a text from an unknown number.

Unknown number: Hey, Dad, I’m coming to stay with you. Be there in an hour

I frowned while reading this. Probably a wrong number.

Me: Who is this?

Unknown number: Don’t be silly, Dad, it’s me, your son, Jacob. 

My eyes widen when I find out it’s Jacob. He’s 22 and recently graduated from college. Well, he is Denise’s kid, so I guess I have to take him in.

Me: You’re welcome here. But with our small age difference, you don’t need to call me Dad.

Jacob: We’ll talk about it when I get there, Dad.

What’s with this Dad nonsense? I think to myself as I shake my head.

I’ve barely had any interaction with Jacob. When he started college, I also bought and sent him a cell phone. He texted me that night, thanking me for everything I’m doing for him. 

Another night, I caught Denise screaming at him over the phone. She was calling him a disappointment, a mistake, and a f*g. I hated it.

Later that night, I texted him that I was bisexual, and he should be proud of himself.

He texted back if we could FaceTime, and I agreed. As soon as we saw each other, his face crumpled. He muttered, ‘It’s unfair. She gets everything.’ before ending the call. And that’s about it for our interaction.

At 9:30, there’s a knock on the door. When I answer it, I’m shocked by what I find.

Jacob is much bigger than that lanky young man I remember FaceTiming with. He looks to be about six-foot-two, towering over my five-foot-ten stature. He’s ripped with muscle. He’s wearing black sweats and a black wifebeater. He has a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. 

He’s flashing this easy little smirk. “So, you gonna let me in, Dad?” He asks, teasingly.

Hmm? Hearing him verbally call me Dad is a little uncomfortable.

I return a shaky smile. “Of course, sorry about that, Jacob, please come in.” I step aside. 

I do a double-take as Jacob walks past me, my eyes falling to his insanely round and fat ass. It is the textbook example of a bubble butt. His spherical cheeks jiggle hypnotically with each step.

“So where’s my room?” Jacob questions, that teasing tone still in his voice. I look up and see him looking back at me, over his shoulder, with a pleased expression. Shit, I was caught staring.

I show Jacob to our guest room. It’s nothing special: a king-size bed, a chair and desk, a walk-in closet, and an adjoining bathroom. 

“Do you need help unpacking?” I offer.

He shoots me a boyish grin that has my ears heating up. “No, but I’d like your company, Dad.”

'Dad'? Again?

I take a seat in the desk chair and we talk. Well, I mostly listen as he tells me what he’s been up to. I say nothing about me being completely miserable since I married his mom.

“I'm not too keen on you calling me Dad.” I address the elephant in the room.

Jacob shrugs, unbothered. “You’ll get used to it.”  I'm not expecting him to look at me so pointedly, with such open desire gleaming in his eyes. “You’re my Dad. You. Are. Mine.” He finishes.

A shiver runs through me at the possessiveness. And I don't hate it.

The conversation takes a turn.

“Before I started college, I stopped by while you were at work and Mom was here, alone. I pretended to have a sort of goodbye lunch with her. While I was here, I snuck off and took a look at your personal computer. Luckily for me, you left it unlocked.” Jacob side-eyes me, “What I found was quite eye-opening.” 

I go pale. Is he implying what I think he is?

On my computer, I have straight and gay porn. My straight porn is vanilla, but my gay porn is raunchy. I have a farting fetish. Guy’s farting does it for me.

Jacob starts talking again, regaining my attention. “I’m very grateful for you taking me in, Dad. Your son has brought you a thank-you gift. I think you’re gonna like it.”

Jacob starts backing up in my direction, where I’m still sitting in the chair. My face is on level with his bubbly backside.

In a second, I’m face-to-face with his dump-truck of an ass, that is stretching the back of his sweats to their limit. Those two melon-sized cheeks are giving his sweats a run for their money.

I can’t move. I don’t want to move.

I gawk as his glutes flex and then relax.

BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPPP

A 12-second fart explodes out of his ass and right into my face. It’s loud, sounding like a bassy trumpet, and it is strong enough to blow my hair back. Then there’s the smell. It stinks of rotten eggs and spices, making my eyes tear up.

Jacob takes a step forward and peers down at me, over his shoulder. “Sorry about that, Pops. I didn’t see you back there.” He lies with a shit-eating grin. “You should know your son is a very gassy man. I fart a lot. I guess I’m more like a stink-son than a step-son.” He finishes with a wink.

I hesitantly smile as I stand up. I need to leave, I’m getting harder by the second.

“Well, I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

I turn and leave. As I reach the door…

BBBBBBBBBBVVVVVVVVVVMMMMMMMPPPPPPPP

I look back. Jacob’s standing there with his left leg cocked up, flashing me a lopsided grin. 

I force myself to leave the room even though I want to stay and bask in his eggy fumes.

What if he’s vindictive like his mother? Trying to milk me bone-dry. I have to be on guard.

I get a restless sleep tonight.

The next morning, I take a shower and get dressed for work. When I step out of my bedroom, I smell something delicious coming from the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen and find Jacob cooking breakfast. He’s just wearing black basketball shorts; his chiseled upper body is on full display. He made pancakes, bacon, and hashbrowns. 

“Good morning, Dad. Want some breakfast?” Jacob offers me a full plate, surprising me. Someone doing something like this for me, in my home, feels so foreign. 

And he’s still calling me Dad.

“Thank you, Jacob.” 

After taking the plate, he asks, “Oh, did you want some eggs, Dad?”

I don’t see any eggs cooking, but I agree.

Jacob spins around and pushes out his bubbly ass, pressing it against my hip. “Get ‘em while they’re hot… GGH”

FFFFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMM-HHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRR

Jacob rips two consecutive farts on me. I feel it rumbling against my side. In seconds, I’m surrounded by a fart cloud that stinks of rotten eggs.

Jacob turns around and says, “Mmm, smells scrumptious, don’t it, Pops.” He teases, flashing a cocky smirk. 

I awkwardly laugh, “Ha, good one, Jacob.” I turn around, heading for the dining room, hiding my growing hard-on.

Jacob follows me with his own plate.

We sit down and talk while eating breakfast. It’s nice. For the first morning in a while, I don’t feel so lonely. 

The food is good, but it has a peculiar smell and aftertaste. It’s ignorable, but there. 

“Would you like some more bacon, Dad?” Jacob offers when he sees that I’ve finished them.

I guess I'd better get used to him calling me ‘Dad’ and ‘Pops’.

“Yes, please.”

Jacob leaves and returns with several strips of bacon on a piece of paper towel. He rounds the table, standing next to me, and slides them onto my plate.

Before I can resume eating, Jacob stops me. “Not so fast, Dad, I’ve got to season it first.”

Jacob spins around and backs up. His protruding globes hover inches above my food, casting a shadow that covers the entire plate. 

I look up and find Jacob smirking back down at me. His face then contorts in concentration, and he grunts.

BBBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP

Jacob pushes out a 6-second, wet fart, coating my food with his butt fumes.

I can smell his raunchy ass gas mingling with the smell of the food. That explains the aftertaste.

Jacob isn’t done. With a twist of his hips, the side of my face sinks against his meaty orbs.

Pppssshhhh

I feel his silent fart heat my cheek. 

I’m slack-jawed, aroused, and coughing on his farts. Jacob sits back down, mischief playing in his eyes. 

“What? I’m your stink-son; there should’ve never been any doubt that my sweaty booty would season your food. You’re welcome, Pops.”

Jacob watches with a victorious grin as I eat my fart-flavored breakfast. I’ve never been so hard in my life.

Thankfully, I remember that this is Denise’s son. Being a gold digger is in Jacob’s blood. He could be using my fetish against me.

That thought pushes away my previous arousal.

I give Jacob a tight-lipped smile. “Thanks for breakfast.” 

A look of rejection flashes across his face for a second. 

I stand up. Jacob jumps up as well and stops me by placing a hand on my shoulder. He stands beside me. 

Jacob flashes me an easy smile, “Have a good day at work, Pops.” he turns his back to me and bends over slightly, planting his bulbous backside against my hip. “Hope this helps… FGH”

RRRRBBBB-PPPPHHHH-UUUUFFFF

Jacob rips a string of short but loud farts on me. I bite my bottom lip, stifling my moan. I make my escape for work. 

For most people, combing over spreadsheets and numbers would be stressful, but not for me. I live for it. I treat it as an escape from my miserable home life.

Today, my escape is being impeded by Jacob and all the texts and vids he keeps sending me. 

Jacob: Pops, I’ve been farting non-stop since you left. I hope you don’t mind returning to the whole place reeking of my swamp ass.

Jacob: Pops, my last farts have been so loud that I’m using your pillow to muffle them. I’m sure you won’t mind.

That message is accompanied by a clip of Jacob pressing my pillow against his shorts-clad bubbly ass.

BBBFFF-HHHTTT-PPPRRR

Trying to work while being teased is not ideal.

It’s lunchtime, and Jacob isn’t done yet.

Jacob: We seem to be running low on eggs. No worries, I’ll restock the fridge with my gas-form ones. No need to thank me, just being a good stink-son.

The clip that accompanies the message is of Jacob opening the refrigerator, turning around, and sticking his butt inside.

RRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPP

Jacob rips a long, growling 15-second fart. He swivels and rotates his hips as he farts, making sure to coat all the food with his butt stink.

I rewatch this several times. 

Jacob: I’m kinda bored, Dad, so I’m entertaining myself by farting on all your stuff. 

I received a string of clips of Jacob farting on some of my stuff. I’ve been sent a clip of him farting on my bed, a pair of my shoes, my Rolex, my cufflinks, several suits, the TV remote, my phone charger, and into the coffee mug I use every morning. 

This felt like one of the longest work days I’ve ever had. Jacob was relentless. I couldn’t go 15 minutes without Jacob sending me a video of him farting. I had a perpetual hard-on throughout my entire day.

The moment I slink back into the house and close the front door behind me, Jacob pounces.

Jacob turns the corner, heading straight for me with a cocky smirk dancing across his lips. He’s still shirtless and wearing those black basketball shorts.

“Finally, you’re back, Dad. I need you.”

“Is, is everything okay?” I stutter out.

Jacob corners me, trapping me between him and the front door. “No, we have a bit of a problem. It’s been hours since I last farted on you.” Jacob spins around and backs his titanic and fleshy ass into my lower stomach. I grunt, my back hitting the door. I’m literally sandwiched between the front door and his meaty orbs.

Jacob looks back at me, over his shoulder, his smirk broadening into a sharkish grin. “Now be a good Dad and let your gassy stink-son skunk you out.”

Jacob narrows his eyes and bites his bottom lip.

FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPP

MMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTT

RRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUVVVVVVVVDDDDDDDDD

Jacob rips 3 consecutive, long, and trumpeting farts on me. The front hall quickly fills with the stench of rotten eggs and onions. 

My body jolts instinctively wanting to push Jacob away, but this only causes Jacob to press his ass harder against my lower midsection.

“Oh no, you're not getting rid of me that easily, Dad. You're gonna take all of your stink-son’s nasty farts.”

FART “Oh,” FART “Ah,” FART “That felt good,” FART “Hah, that was a wet one,” FART “Stop struggling, Dad,” FART “It’s useless,” FART “Just take your stink-son’s farts,” FART “You’ve got no choice,”

FFFFFAAAAARRRRRTTTTT

Jacob rips a barrage of farts on me, and I’ve just stepped into my house. His last fart was a big one that lasted 17 seconds.

Once he’s done, I’m all sweaty with a throbbing hard-on. It’s taking all my self-control not to shoot in my boxers.

Jacob finally steps forward and turns to face me. He has an accomplished grin, knowing he’s responsible for my disheveled appearance. 

Jacob nods his head deeper into the house. “Come on, Dad, it's supper time. I made dinner.”

I follow Jacob to the dining room. He’s cooked us baked chicken and green beans. I’m almost choked up. It's been so long since I’ve come home from work to a home-cooked meal.

Jacob pulls the chair out for me. After sitting down, Jacob bends down, and a shiver runs through me when his lips brush against my ear.

“No worries, Dad, I already made sure to dress up your food with my noxious butt funk. You're welcome.” I can feel Jacob’s lips curling into a smirk before he pulls away. But Jacob isn’t done yet.

Next thing I know, I feel two big and warm, fleshy yet firm objects pressing against the back of my head.

MMMMMMMMMBBBBBBRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP

Jacob rips a 7-second, growling fart against the back of my head. I’m immediately engulfed in a fart cloud that stinks of methane and Jacob’s specific brand of swamp ass. 

Jacob rounds the table and sits down across from me, all while flashing that cocky smirk. He’s as arrogant as he is sexy. 

“You’re the best, Dad. You are hands down my favorite person to fart on. I’ll never get tired of forcing my butt stink on you.”

Jacob is merciless. He’s had me aroused all day. I don’t think he'll stop til I blow in my boxers.

Thankfully, Jacob eases up as we eat and talk, though it doesn’t hide the taste and smell of the fact that he farted on my food.

It’s so nice to talk about my day and have someone who actually listens. When Denise and I were first dating, she asked me about my day, but I could tell she wasn’t really listening. But Jacob is. He adds comments and asks questions as I talk. It’s so refreshing.

The food was delicious, and, for me at least, Jacob farting on it made it even tastier. I finished it all.

“Thanks for dinner, Jacob. With this, combined with breakfast, it’s obvious that you’re a very talented cook.” I compliment. Jacob beams with pride.

I receive one text, and my night is immediately dampened. It’s Denise.

“Is everything alright?” Jacob asks.

I give Jacob a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes. “Everything’s fine. It’s just your mom. She wants me to wire her some more money.”

“Where is she? Why does she need money?” Jacob questions with a frown.

“She’s off trying to become some online influencer. She needs the money for living expenses and to make connections. It's my duty as her husband to support her.” I explain. I can’t look up; I already know I’m pathetic. It’s obvious she’s just traveling, partying, and being unfaithful.

When I do gain the courage to look up, for a split second, I see what looks like jealousy flashing across Jacob’s face. But now he’s impishly grinning at me, and I can see a devilish glint in his eyes.

Jacob stands up abruptly, making his chair skid back and startling me.

“Dad, stop thinking about my mom. I’m sure she’s fine.” Jacob starts as he cockily swaggers towards me. “After a long day of hard work, you deserve something special tonight. Something you’ll never forget. And your stink-son here is gonna give it to you.” He comes to a stop in front of me, still sitting in my chair.

I grunt in surprise when Jacob grabs me by the shoulders and stands me up.

“Jacob wha-” I’m cut off when Jacob shows off his impressive strength. He easily tosses me onto his shoulder into a fireman carry with ease. I’m not too mad since I’m face-to-face with Jacob’s dump truck of an ass filling out his shorts. 

“All aboard the Jacob Express, choo-choo.” Jacob teases and then hikes up his leg, pelting my upside-down face with…

FFFFFFFFFBBBBBBB-RRRRRRPPPPPPPP

My hands find Jacob’s waist as he starts walking. He isn’t even breaking a sweat or winded as he carries me through the house. Jacob, not holding back, continues to poot in my face with every step; his gait never faltering.

Ppbbtt, rrwwbb, mmvvpp, bbrrdd

Soon enough, we’re in my bedroom. Jacob tosses me onto my bed. Jacob follows me onto the bed and starts crawling up my body on his hands and knees.

When he gets high enough up my body, he stops and straightens up, straddling my chest. He’s looking down at me with a sexy little grin that’s promising me his flatulence.

In the back of my head, a voice is screaming that this is a bad idea. Jacob might be in cahoots with his mother. Maybe he’s filming this, and they’re gonna use this in the divorce to take away most of my assets. 

But my throbbing hard-on is drowning out my caution.

Jacob maneuvers himself around so he’s straddling my chest but facing away from me. My breath catches as his protruding cakes, pushing the stitching of his shorts to their limit, fill my view.

Jacob grabs the waistband of his shorts and starts pulling them down. And of course, he’s freeballing. Jacob has the shimmy his hips a bit to work them down his fat ass. I can't look away as I watch all that ass meat pour and jiggle out as he works down his shorts further and further.

Once Jacob’s bubbly ass is free, his twin, fleshy moons bounce ominously right over my face. His two globes are as big as basketballs. They’re tan and covered with a light dusting of black hair. 

I desperately want Jacob to sit on my face. I want him to fart on my face again and again, and never stop until I forget what fresh air smells like. 

However, there’s a possibility that this could all be a setup.

“Jacob, we can’t-”

“Shh, shh,” Jacob gently coos. “Just lie there, and let your stink-son’s fat, nasty ass smother you,” Jacob says seductively. He slowly lowers his meaty ass onto my face. His cheeks part as he descends, giving me a glimpse of his winking, fur-surrounded pucker. 

“You have no choice, Daddy, my booty owns you.” With that, Jacob eases completely down, my face getting swallowed up in between his pillowy mounds. Everything goes dark. All I can breathe in is the raunchy air in his sweaty, cavernous crack.

Jacob shifts from side to side, getting comfortable on my face. He doesn’t stop until his hole is pressed against my nostrils. 

“Buckle up, Dad, your son’s about to rock your world… HGH”

BBBBBBBBHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

“Oh yeah, don’t underestimate my butt, Dad. It’s unstoppable… GGH”

FFFFFFFFFVVVVVVVVVVOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM

“Ah, have some of that. How does your son’s butt taste… NGH”

VVVVVVVVVVDDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR

“Now, now, Dad, stop struggling down there. There’s no escaping your son’s big booty… RFG”

DDDDDDDDDDDWWWWWWWWUUUUUUFFFFFFFFFFF

“I ain’t finished with you yet, Dad. Sniff up your son’s noxious butt bombs… FGH”

MMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPP-RRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT

“Yeah, that’s it, Dad, suffocate… GHGH”

RRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVV

“Dad, I know you want this. You want my fat ass. You want my nasty farts. Take it! Take it All!... UGH”

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTT

With me trapped beneath Jacob, and my face lodged in his ass, he goes on a farting rampage, ripping fart after fart point-blank in my face. They reek of digested meat and garlic. His every fart is loud and head-rattling. The last one is a behemoth that lasted a little over a minute. 

I’m only human and can only resist so much. Before I pass out from Jacob’s ass gas, I blow in my boxers. 

Jacob was right. I’ll never forget this. 

When I wake up, it’s still dark and I’m alone in my bedroom. Not too much time must have passed because the stench of Jacob’s eggy farts still lingered heavily in the air. 

I sit up and groan in regret. What happened here was a sexy but huge mistake. It’s obvious Jacob is after something, I’m just not sure if he's working alongside his mother.

When I step out of my room, I hear what I believe is an argument going on in the kitchen.

Their voices aren’t raised, but they sound intense. 

I peer into the kitchen and see Jacob and Denise arguing.

Jacob’s still shirtless. Denise is wearing a pink, brand-name tracksuit.

“You need to leave, now,” Denise hisses, “You are not going to ruin this for me.”

“Brian is a good man and deserves far better than you,” Jacob retorts, his bulging arms crossed and a stern expression clouding his face.

“What's going on in here?” I announce my presence as I step into the kitchen.

Denise flashes me a fake, syrupy-sweet smile. “Hi, baby, I was just telling my son that he needs to find somewhere else to live. He’s an adult, after all.”

Jacob looks down at the floor in defeat.

That look kills me, so I put my foot down. “No, Denise, he can stay with us as long as he likes. When he’s in a good place and is ready to be on his own, he can leave. We owe him that.”

Denise opens her mouth, but I shut her down, “End of discussion.” Normally, I just roll over for whatever Denise wants, but not this time.

Denise recoils as if I slapped her. Jacob snaps his head towards me, looking at me with appreciation, and something else I can’t pin down; perhaps longing. 

Denise's lips pursed. She spins around and starts marching towards the front door.

My brow furrows, “Where are you going?” I call after her.

“I’m going to stay with my friend for a while. At least until you regain your common sense.” She answers.

“Oh, and what’s the name of this friend?” Jacob calls her out.

Denise steps falter and she’s quiet for several seconds, “M-Melony.” so pitiful, an obvious lie.

Jacob scoffs, “Yeah, right, tell Mike I said hi.”

Denise whips her head around, looking at Jacob like she wants to bury him. Her eyes then meet mine. I see fear in them.

Denise leaves, not saying another word. It's just Jacob and me again.

Jacob gives me a warm smile. “Thanks for fighting and letting me stay, Dad.”

I can’t meet Jacob’s eyes. “Please stop with the Dad and son stuff, Jacob. We both know it’s wrong, especially after what happened last night.”

I look up and find Jacob wickedly grinning at me. “Oh, Dad, you’re fooling no one. This father/son play is hot because it’s taboo.”

I hate that I can’t deny that.

“It doesn’t matter. What happened last night will never happen again. And you will stop all of this farting on me.” I command sternly.

Jacob's smirking like he’s holding all the cards. In a way, I guess he is. “Another hot thing about all this is the power dynamic,” He starts walking towards me, “Even though you're the father, we both know that I, the son, am the one in charge.”

Jacob stops right in front of me. I have to crane my neck to meet his eyes. My previous confidence is completely shot.

“I think you want me to remind you of your place, Dad.” Jacob places both of his hands on my shoulders and presses down, forcing me to my knees. 

Jacob then spins around. The thin layer of his black basketball shorts and several inches of empty air are the only things separating my face from his blubbery orbs.

Jacob reaches back with one hand, gripping the top of my head. With the other, he pulls down the back of his shorts, mooning me with his hair-dusted, meaty globes.

Jacob then uses the same free hand to spread open his cheeks, exposing his asshole. 

“In you go, Dad,” Jacob says before shoving my face up his sweaty canyon of an ass crack, entombing my face between his fleshy moons. 

BBBBBBBBWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHPPPPPPPP

“Smell that, Dad? That's why I’m in charge.” RRRBBBPPP “Resisting is useless. All it’ll get you is more of this.” FFFMMMTTT “Then again, maybe that’s your goal.” DDDVVVBBB “There’s no need for that, Dad, if that’s the case.” MMMOOOFFF “Your stink-son’s always happy to supply your fart-huffing fix.” 

RRRRRRHHHHHHVVVVVVVMMMMMMPPPPPP

With my face buried in his ass, he vents fart after fart up my nose. His hellish emissions can be categorized as a bio-weapon. It’s pathetic, but I desperately breathe in his every fart, lost in a lustful daze.

The next thing I know, Jacob is pulling me up, and we’re now facing each other. I’m caught off guard when he uses his forearm to wipe my mouth. And then he’s kissing me. And it isn’t a chaste kiss, it’s a passionate one with a whole lot of tongue. I enthusiastically reciprocate, parting my lips and letting his tongue invade my mouth. 

When I realize what we’re doing, I end the kiss, but I don’t step away from his bigger body.

“Jacob, stop, your mom-”

Jacob stops me with a tender kiss. His big mitts fall to my hips, and he pulls me in. I grunt as our hard-ons press against each other. He rests his forehead against mine.

“I know what you think about me, Brian, and you’re wrong. I am absolutely nothing like my mother. She’s a manipulative gold digger who only looks out for herself.” Jacob says softly.

He cups my face in his hands. “Brian, you deserve so much better. The moment I met you, I knew I had to save you from that human trash. I knew we were meant for each other. Please choose me.”

I’m so tired of feeling miserable with Denise. I want to be happy. Jacob makes me happy.

“Jacob, I want you. I want you so badly, but we can’t. If Denise learns about this, she’ll divorce me and take everything.” I admit, the defeat is evident in my voice.

Jacob looks more determined than ever. “Dad, stop worrying about Denise. Your gassy stink-son has it all covered. 

All you need to do is trust me and keep taking my nasty butt stink so beautifully. Am I understood?” Jacob orders, tone leaving no room for argument.

Jacob’s words assure me. I want to have my happily ever after with him. And I want Denise to be someone forgotten in the past. 

I let my body go lax and fall into his embrace. I bury my face in his neck. “Okay, son, I trust you. Please get rid of her. I want it to be just us.” 

I can hear the happiness and pride in Jacob’s voice. “There’s my good, fart-loving, Dad.” He pets the back of my head. “I’m going to take care of you and always keep you happy. And anyone who gives you the slightest bit of trouble will have to deal with your stink-son’s toxic swamp ass.”

Jacob pulls me into another kiss. “Now let's go. We got some evidence to collect.”

Jacob takes my hand and leads us to the garage, grabbing the keys to my new Tesla on the way. 

Jacob peels out of the driveway, and we soon find ourselves cruising down the dark highway. I glance at the clock on the dashboard. It’s one in the morning.

“So where are we going?” I question.

Jacob impishly grins as he keeps his eyes on the road. “Don't worry about that. You should be more worried if you’ll survive riding with your smelly stink-son.”

Jacob leans heavily on his left butt cheek, propping his right one into the air, aiming his ass crack in my direction. 

Jacob takes a deep breath and then grunts.

PPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOBBBBBBB

Jacob pushes out a 6-second fart. The stench of rancid meat and onions permeates throughout the whole interior of the car.

Jacob sighs in relief and starts fanning the fart vapors beneath his ass my way.

“Oh yeah, this isn’t an all-electric car anymore. Take my nasty gas, Dad.”

“Bad news for your nose, Dad. Your stink-son’s asshole is just getting started.”

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Jacob blasts another wave of his ass gas towards me. I hear a click and realize he just powerlocked the windows.

“Clean air no longer exists in here, Dad. This is the only air you’ll get. Choke on it… NGH”

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We keep driving for 2 hours straight. All the while, Jacob keeps ripping one beastly fart after another. The muggy air of the car is vile and stifling, and I love it. 

We finally pull into an almost empty truck stop. I see just one truck parked here. Jacob parks next to it and hops out. I step out, joining him. I have no clue why we’re here.

Jacob steps up to the driver's door of the truck and rips it open. I’m startled to find a middle-aged man with his cock out, taking a pic of himself on his phone. 

The man quickly stuffs himself back in his underwear. I don’t know if he’s red from embarrassment or anger.

“Who the hell-”

The man starts, but Jacob doesn’t let him finish. Jacob climbs up, fists the man by the collar of his shirt, and tosses him out. The guy lands on his back, on the gravel, with a grunt. 

Jacob jumps back down. Jacob stands above the trucker, arms crossed, moonlight bouncing off his shirtless, sculpted upper body, looking like a primordial god of masculinity. 

The trucker’s eyes keep bouncing between Jacob’s stern expression and his bulging biceps. My eyes were locked on the back of Jacob’s shorts. How the material of his shorts clung desperately to his basketball-sized mounds; how the seam was lost deep between his two massive cheeks. 

Jacob narrowed his eyes. “Are you Mike Whelmer?”

“Yeah,” The trucker mutters hesitantly, “What’s this about? Do I owe you money or something?”

“He’s my father, “Jacob nods his head towards me, “You’ve been fucking his wife.” 

Jacob walks forward, over the trucker, “Anyone who screws with my Dad has to deal with me.” He stops when his feet are planted on either side of his shoulders. “Well, to be more precise,” He turns around facing the trucker’s feet, “They have to deal with all this ass.”

“If I were you, I’d take a deep breath right about now.”

The trucker wasn’t ready, and neither was I.

Jacob pulls his legs out from beneath him. His titanic bum comes crashing down on the trucker’s face, like a meteor. I swear it feels like the ground beneath me rumbled from the impact.

The trucker and I simultaneously groan. The trucker groans in pain, muffled beneath Jacob’s butt. I groan from the arousing vision of the trucker’s entire head completely vanishing beneath Jacob’s doughy cakes.

Jacob wasn’t bothered by the trucker’s erratic struggling as he remained seated on his face with a smug grin. 

Jacob rocks his butt from side to side and up and down, all over the trucker’s face.

Once Jacob was good and comfortable, he scrunched up his face in concentration. 

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PPPPPPPPDDDDDDDDDDRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFF

Jacob drops a series of booming farts point-blank in the trucker’s face. They sounded brutal. I’m not sure if I should be jealous or pity Jacob’s victim. 

“Oh yeah, you smell that? That's the smell of consequences.” 

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MMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPP-DDDDDDDDVVVVVVVVVV

“Damn, that was bad, even for me. But wait, there’s more, a lot more.”

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“This is what you deserve. No one crosses my Dad.”

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Jacob lifts his ass, revealing the trucker’s red, sweaty face, who sounds like he’s trying to cough up a lung.

Jacob peers down at the trucker from in between his legs, keeping his ass a foot above the suffering man’s face. 

“You knew you were fucking a married woman. If you want this to stop, you will send me screenshots of your text with Denise. Better yet, just unlock your phone and hand it over.

The trucker was too busy coughing and gagging to reply. Jacob didn’t like that.

Jacob lowered his ass until his crack was kissing the tip of the trucker’s nose.

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Jacob rips a chain of farts on the guy’s nose. They must be bad because the guy’s crying. Jacob talked over him. “I won’t repeat myself!” 

With fumbling hands, the trucker unlocks his phone and hands it up to Jacob.

For the next few minutes, Jacob sends screenshots of texts to his phone. I can hear his phone dinging in his pocket every couple of seconds. 

I moved behind Jacob to see the texts, and they were damning.

“How did you know about Mike?” I ask.

“Had some old buds keep eyes on Denise. They’ve seen her and Mike together over the last two years.” Jacob reveals as he continues his task. 

This wasn’t spontaneous. This was premeditated. Jacob’s been planning this for some time. 

Jacob nods to himself. “Alright, I got what I needed.” He carelessly tosses the phone to the ground. 

“We’re done here. Let’s finish you off.” Jacob says mostly to himself.

Jacob quickly pulls down the back of his shorts. His pillowy globes wobble above the trucker’s face. 

“No, please-” Is all the trucker can get out before Jacob sits carelessly on his face. His head is instantly swallowed up between Jacob’s doughy cakes.

“I’ve brewed up a big and nasty fart just for you, buddy. In the future, remember this moment when you think about fucking another man’s wife. NGH… Take my stink… UGH”

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPDDDDDDDDDDDD

A monstrous, 45-second fart comes roaring out of Jacob’s ass. The trucker’s thrashing becomes weaker and weaker by the second. When Jacob’s huge fart comes to a sputtering end, the trucker’s body is mostly still. I’d almost think he was dead if it weren’t for his twitching fingers.

Jacob sighs in relief, but doesn’t get off the trucker’s face yet. Instead, for the next couple of seconds, Jacob grinds his ass all over the guy’s face, rubbing his butt musk into his pores.

Jacob finally rises off his face, accompanied by a wet squelch. The trucker’s unconscious face is drenched with Jacob’s butt sweat.

Jacob stands up, not caring that his fat ass is still hanging out.

Jacob pulls out his phone with a victorious grin and shakes it at me. “What did I tell you, Dad? With this, Denise is as good as gone, and she won't be entitled to anything.”

“I never doubted you for a second. I knew my brilliant and nasty stink-son would always save me.”

My words cause Jacob’s eyes to alight with lust. He looks from left to right, ensuring we’re still alone. The unconscious man at their feet doesn’t matter.

Jacob tightly grabs two handfuls of my ass and pulls me in until our fronts are flush together. Jacob bends his head down, and I shudder when his lips graze my ear. “I can’t wait until you divorce that bitch, Dad. I want your tight, studly body all to myself.” He softly growls.

I shudder again as he rolls his hips, making his hardening member known. “And Dad, you’ve never experienced anything until your stink-son impales you on his thick meat. You’ll be limping for a week.”

“But until then.” Jacob takes a step back, grabs a handful of hair on the top of my head, and turns away, mooning me. “I guess I’ll just stick with forcing my butt stink on you.”

Jacob pulls my head down, slamming it against his bare ass. My nose slips in between his cheeks. I feel his glutes flex and then relax.

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Things start to move fast when we leave the truck stop. I quickly filed for separation. The texts destroyed her in court.

Six months later, we are divorced, and she gets nothing. 

The last of her stuff is in a box. Jacob takes the box from me. He lifts the lid, brings it behind himself, and sticks his ass inside. He makes a show of contorting his face exaggeratedly.

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He rips a long, juicy fart into her box of things. He slips the lid back on and teases. “She’s in for a real treat when she opens this.”

I laugh, that was funny but hot. 

I take the box and set it on the porch. At the same time, Mike’s truck pulls up. He’s alone. He walks up to the porch, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. His eyes keep nervously going to Jacob, who’s standing next to me.

“She sent me to pick up the last of her stuff,” he says so softly I barely hear him.

Jacob says nothing, but out of the corner of my eye, I see the cheeky smirk on his face. Mike’s not leaving Scott-free. 

I nod. The trucker looks relieved. I almost feel sorry for him.

Jacob waits for the trucker to bend down to pick up the box. That’s when he grabs the back of the trucker’s head and wheels around. He pulls the man’s panic-stricken face against his jeans-clad bulbous backside. 

“Not agai-” He’s silenced as Jacob’s meaty globes mold around his face, smothering the trucker and muffling his cries.

“Since you’re at it, could you bring Denise this? It’s from her son with love.”

Jacob narrows his eyes, clenches his teeth, and starts grunting and straining. 

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Jacob launches a 55-second butt bomb point-blank in the trucker’s face. Jacob must have shown restraint because the trucker isn’t knocked out this time. 

The trucker stumbles back towards his truck, with the box, on wobbly legs. Coughing and retching along the way.

When the trucker drives off, I playfully elbow Jacob’s side. 

“You're such a bully, son.” I tease. Over the past several months, I’ve leaned into the father/son play, embracing and loving it. 

He shoots me a roguish, lopsided grin. “He got off easy. Wait until you smell what my guts are brewing up for you tonight, Dad. Your nose hairs' hours are numbered.”  

Two Years Later

Once Denise was out of our lives, Jacob and I became an official couple. In public, we present ourselves as a happy couple. In private, we live for Jacob dominating me with his farts and our father/son dynamic.  

And as of today, we’ve confessed our love for each other.

 Unlike Denise, Jacob has a job. He’s a digital artist for an advertising company. He works remotely from home. He is usually walking around in a pair of tight briefs, which does nothing to filter the smells coming out of his fat, musky ass. 

Whether I’m home or not, he is constantly farting. Every inch of our house always reeks of his sweaty, swampy ass. Jacob is unapologetic about it; he knows I love it.

The feeling of returning home after a long day of work has significantly changed. No longer does it fill me with misery and loneliness. Now it’s happiness and anticipation. All thanks to a gassy man, built like a football player, and sporting the ass the size of a beachball. And who’s always ready and able to fart in my face.

Every night I return home, Jacob never wastes any opportunity to subject me to his flatulent antics. Jacob is both clever and playful with how he farts on me. 

Like now, I’m sitting on the couch, watching TV. Jacob steps in front of me, blocking the TV. He’s facing away from me, his shorts are pulled down to his thighs, mooning me with his bare, fleshy orbs.

“This shit is boring. I’ve got something better for you to watch.” Jacob reaches back with both hands. He grabs the top of my head with one hand and spreads his cheeks open with the other. He unceremoniously shoves my face into his ass, entombing me between his meaty moons. I feel my lips pressing against his grimy asslips. This isn’t the first time I’ve received a raunchy kiss like this from Jacob, and probably won't be the last. And I’m here for it. This is my happily ever after.

“It’s getting rave reviews. From what I hear… UGH… It’s very immersive… NGH”

With me being 25 and bi, I quickly noticed my next-door neighbors after moving into my new apartment. First, there is the curvy, beautiful woman with nice tits. Then there’s the six-foot-four guy who looks like he bench presses city buses. The most noticeable thing about him is his fat bubble butt. It’s like he’s always carrying around two basketballs in the back of his pants wherever he goes. They bounce and jiggle as he walks.

The guy’s name is Randy, and the woman’s name is Sarah. Both of them are hot. 

It's obvious to me now that they are a couple, but an hour ago, Sarah easily convinced me that they were only siblings. 

Sarah and I are now naked in her bed, and feeling good after doing the deed. She’s resting her head on my chest, and I have an arm wrapped around her.

We’re enjoying the quiet moment when suddenly, the bedroom door is kicked open. Randy is standing in the doorway, huffing in rage like a bull ready to charge. He’s wearing a dirty tank top, jeans, and brown steel-toe boots. 

If looks could kill, Sarah and I would be six feet under right now.

I open my mouth, hoping to de-escalate the situation, but Sarah acts first.

She jumps out of the bed, screaming bloody murder, leaving me alone on the bed in only my boxers. She’s shaking and crying.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here, Randy! I just realized he’s been gaslighting me. He manipulated me into sleeping with him. I’m the victim!” 

I’m shocked into silence. That’s the dumbest defense for cheating that I’ve ever heard.

I guess Randy must be dumb as hell because he’s staring daggers at me.

Sarah runs out of the room, with fake tears streaming down her face, leaving me alone with a pissed off monster. 

“You done fucked with the wrong woman, bitch” he growls. His gravely voice has me going pale. 

I can’t speak; I never thought I’d be in a situation like this. I guess he’s taking my silence as an admission of guilt.

He pulls off his sweaty tank and tosses it to the side. He kicks off his boots before he starts walking towards me, still on the bed. When he reaches the foot of the bed, he undoes his jeans, letting them drop and pool at his feet. He’s wearing a tight pair of grey boxer briefs that are drenched with sweat.  

He climbs onto the bed and crawls up my body. The rage in his eyes has me paralyzed and unable to speak.

“You’re about to smell why the boys call me Rancid Randy.” 

Next thing I know, he turns around and his fat ass is hovering right over my face. The sweaty fabric of his underwear is clinging to his round, meaty globes.

The last thing I see before everything goes dark is the large sweat patch running down the crack of his ass.

WHAM

He drops his bulbous, sweaty rump, taking a seat on my face. My face is being smothered under an over-encumbering amount of ass fat.

The musky smell coming from his swamp ass is tear-inducing. 

I groan from the scent. 

I both feel and hear him darkly snickering above me. “Oh, you wanna cry? Rancid Randy will give you something to cry about.”

At first, I don’t know what he’s going on about, until:

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The guy rips a thunderous, 5-second fart, point-blank in my face. It’s strong enough to rattle my skull. 

Rancid Randy is a fitting name–his fart stinks of rancid meat and rotten eggs. The smell is atrocious. It has me coughing and gagging. 

“Ah, damn, that felt good. I’m glad I had Mexican for lunch with extra beans. Doubt you agree… GGH”

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He vents out another rancid-smelling fart in my face, and that’s when I try to struggle.

I try to buck him off me, but he shimmies his hips, bearing his ass down harder onto my face. I bring up my hands trying to push him off, but it does little more than massage his doughy globes.

“Haha, that’s it, keep on uselessly struggling. All it will earn you is more of my Rancid Rockets… HGH”

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My voice is muffled beneath his meaty posterior, but I get out, “You got it all wrong, man. Your girlfriend came up to me and said she was single and you were her brother.” It’s hard to speak when every time I part my lips, his ass fat tries to pour into my open mouth. 

My explanation only angers him.

“What? You're calling my girl a liar? Suck on this, fart-bitch!”

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Randy pushes out three consecutive farts that wreck me. He aggressively grinds his butt on my face, as if he’s trying to ingrain his ass musk into my pores. 

Out of desperation, I punch him in the side of his stomach, but all that does is help him dislodge a big fart.

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He rips a 12-second fart right in my face that reeks of raw sewage. It has me coughing and my eyes stinging.

He sighs and laughs, “Ah, haha, don’t blame me for that one. That was all you, unlike this… FGH”

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Another wave of his nauseating fumes washes over my face. It puts me in a coughing fit, weakening me. Randy uses the opportunity to trap my arms by my sides, between his knees, as he straddles my chest. 

I now feel completely helpless.

“Ah, you’ll be lucky if I let you leave here alive and don’t kill you with my farts after what you did to my girl!”

He grounds his titanic rear end harder down on me, working my face in between his cheeks. Through the material of his sweaty briefs, I feel my nose pressing against his hole.

It’s silent, but I feel his pucker open and his warm, intestinal wind heating my nose.

The smell is horrendous–like rancid meat swimming in raw sewage.

“Haha, ah yeah, breathe it in bitch, breathe in Rancid Randy. Every time you even think of my girl, you’re gonna remember my rank ass and my butt bombs.”

I ironically find my second wind and flail harder beneath him. This seems to amuse Randy.

“Oh, still struggling, I see. Seems like Rancid Randy’s gonna have to break you like a wild bronco. Thankfully, I have the ass and farts for the job.”

I think it’s over when he rises off my face. But soon enough, his big ass comes crashing back down on my face like a meteor, making me groan. And the impact is accompanied by…

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He isn’t done.

He lifts his ass off my face.

“Yeah, take it bitch.”

He slams his ass back down and…

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My tormentor repeats this torturous cycle. 

Up.

“This ain’t my first rodeo. Rancid Randy has broken down plenty of assholes, and you won’t be the last.”

Wham

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Up.

“Choke on my nasty farts.”

Wham

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Up.

“Get crushed by my big, heavy booty.”

Wham

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Up.

“Anyone who messes with my girl has to deal with my swamp ass. Now Suffer!”

Wham

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The noxious smell has my eyes and nose running. Randy’s repeated butt-drops have my face feeling like it’s been Mike Tyson’s personal punching bag.

I aggressively thrash my head from side to side, trying to get my face out of his ass. I turn my head to the left, finally escaping, getting a few breaths of cool, semi-fresh air.

I take the opportunity to shout, “Get off of me, you psycho!”

I didn’t think it was possible, but he somehow became even more agitated. 

“Psycho! Psycho! You fucked with my girl’s head, and you’re calling me a psycho.”

He lifts his ass off my face again. And then to my horror, he peels down the back of his briefs. His fleshy, bare moons, glistening with sweat, pour out of their confines and wobble ominously above my face.

“You’ve done it now. Now I’m really ticked off!”

Randy reaches down with both hands, spreading his cheeks. I’ve never seen anything more revolting. Hovering a foot over my face is his open crack. Inside is all sweaty and hairy, and dead center is his wrinkled pucker.

I start shaking my head. “No. No. You can’t do this to me. Help!” 

He immediately shuts me up by dropping down, entombing my face in his sweaty and musky canyon of a crack. 

The douche bag laughs, making his meaty orbs jiggle around my clamped face. “Don’t waste your breath; no one can hear you. No one can ever hear you in between Rancid Randy’s fat moons.”

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MMMMMMLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP

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He unleashes a barrage of trumpeting farts, point-blank in my face, putting me into another coughing fit. His ass and booming farts drown out my cries for help.

I try to struggle, but I can barely move my head anymore. There’s more than just fat in his brawny slabs. It feels like my head is caught in the jaws of life.

He rocks his ass on my face, getting comfortable. I give a muffled cry when it ends with my lips pressed against his asshole. 

“You wanna kiss someone? Then kiss this big, nasty fella; he loves the attention.” 

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He pushes out a 6-second rumbly fart that has my lips vibrating. Some of his toxic fumes seep into my mouth, making me feel sick to my stomach.

He presses down harder and roughly gyrates his ass on my face, forcing my lips open with his hole.

“Hehe, oh yeah fart-bitch, things are about to get a lot worse for you. Eat my farts!... NGH”

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My cheeks and lungs inflate with his hellish ass gas. I’m choking and gagging on his noxious, intestinal vapors.

“Fuck man, how are those extra beans I had for lunch treating ya? Do you like it? Recycled through my booty?... GGH”

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PPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHDDDDDDDD

“Ah, good luck fucker, your face is going to be reeking of Rancid Randy’s swamp ass for weeks. You’re probably gonna have to wash your face thoroughly and daily for a month to get rid of my butt stank. You’re welcome… HGGH” 

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“Oh damn, I feel a big one brewing. I almost feel guilty about blasting your face with this, the keyword being, almost. R.I.P. your taste buds. 

FGH… This puppy comes straight from Rancid Randy’s butthole with love… UGH”

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Who farts so much? It feels like it's been days, but it's only been a couple of minutes. This beast keeps rocketing one monstrous fart after another down my gullet. The final one is the longest, lasting well over 4 minutes alone. 

My lungs feel like they will be forever tainted with his vile butt stink. 

He rises off my face with a wet squelch. My face is drenched with his ass sweat, my tears, and my snot.

Next thing I know, I’m being pulled off the bed and onto my feet. He shoves my strewn-around clothes into my hands. He then grabs me by the back of the neck and practically drags me towards the front door.

He opens the door and tosses me out, on my knees. He towers over me, pointing an accusing finger at my face. “Let this be a warning: if you so much as eye my girl a little too long for my liking, you and my swampy ass are gonna spend a lot more personal time together.”

Randy wheels around. The back of his briefs is still pulled down, so he’s basically mooning me. His bare, sweaty cheeks are only a few feet away from my face.

I notice his hands curling at his sides, and I hear him taking a deep breath. 

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Randy blasts me in the face with a 10-second-long, airy fart. It stinks of digested meat and garlic. And it has enough force to cause his pillowy mounds to ripple and blow my hair back. 

I’m left coughing on my knees as he slams the door in my face. Thankfully, the hallway is empty, so no one sees me at my lowest point.

I stand and hobble to my door. I pull my key out of my jeans and retreat inside my apartment. 

Things don’t end here, though. For the next few days, the couple fucks with me. 

Whenever I pass Sarah alone in the hall, she shoots me a superior smirk, silently declaring she’s won. When I pass Randy, he glares at me, and without stopping, he swivels his hips and farts on me. 

What the two don’t know is that I’m an investigative journalist. It was child's play to find Sarah’s multiple cheating partners over social media and take screenshots of them kissing.

I created a burner account and sent the pics to them and their mutual friends. Sarah’s now seen as a slut, and Randy is seen as a simp. 

I sit back and enjoy the fireworks. 

Every day, I hear them constantly screaming at each other through the walls, and I love it.

However, I’ve been dealing with a slight dilemma. In my head, I keep replaying Randy’s assault on me; the humiliation, his bare ass, and his farts. Every time I do, I feel a stirring in my crotch.

Maybe if I ignore it, it won’t mean anything. 

Things come to a head two weeks later. I’m coming home from work and find the couple arguing outside their apartment. Randy is standing in the doorway of their apartment, and Sarah’s standing in the hallway. A box of stuff is separating the two.

“Are you seriously kicking me out for a few hook-ups? You’re so insecure.” Sarah cries.

“We’re done, leave.” Randy barks in return, but then a cruel smirk forms on his lips.

“But before you go, take this with ya.”

Randy turns around and squats, bringing his ass down just above the opening of the box filled with most likely Sarah’s things.

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Randy drops a 6-second wet fart into the box.

Sarah looks disgusted, “You can keep this cheap junk you bought for me. My friends were right: you were never good enough for me.” She turns on her heels and storms off.

“I’ll send my brother to collect my clothes and the TV, since I bought it, I can’t stomach seeing you anymore.” She snarks over her shoulder.

“Yeah, well, he'd better take only what’s yours or he’ll be Rancid Randy’s next fart-bitch.” He calls out to her. To punctuate his threat, Randy hikes his right leg and farts.

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Sarah rolls her eyes.

As Sarah walks past me, she gives me a suspicious side glance. Did they know it was me?

My question is answered when Randy notices me. 

“You!” Randy stomps up to me, his anger nearly palpable. “I don’t know how, but I know you’re responsible for all this. You’re a dead man!”

I whip out my phone and start recording. “Mind repeating that, friend. I’d also love to record you physically attacking me.”

My words have Randy coming to an immediate halt right in front of me. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are alight with fury. He knows he can’t act.

He turns around, but instead of walking away, he leans forward, jutting out his twin moons that are barely being contained by his jeans.

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He envelopes me in an eggy fart cloud.

He mutters, “Fart-bitch,” before walking back into his apartment.

Joke's on him, I’ll be jerking off to this recording for a while.

I guess when it comes to men, I’m into big, brawny, sweaty guys who fart a lot and are assholes. 

At this point, I thought the chapter of my life involving Sarah and Randy was over. But I was wrong, at least with Randy.

A few weeks later, on a Saturday morning, I’m awoken by heavy knocking on my door. It’s like six in the morning. 

With me being half-asleep, I made the mistake of unlocking the door before looking through the peephole. 

As soon as I start opening the door, it is kicked open, making me stumble back. Randy walks in like he owns the place. He shuts the door behind him, trapping me with him in my apartment. 

The guy’s wearing a black tank top and black basketball shorts, and he’s practically dripping with sweat. I'm pretty sure he just had a grueling workout and came straight here. What the fuck?

He flashes me a devilish, toothy grin as he lets his shorts drop, revealing that he’s wearing a sweaty, dingy, used-to-be white jockstrap.

Before my still-waking-up mind can process anything, Randy charges at me and tackles me to the carpeted ground of my sparse living room.

We wrestle on the floor, well, more like he manhandles me with ease. I’m five-foot-ten and weigh only 150 pounds. 

I wind up trapped between his powerful quads in a reverse headscissors. His mountainous, sweaty, and bare cheeks are only inches away from my face. The musk emitting from his crack is eye-burning.

“Surprise, fart-bitch, I work out early every morning, and it’s my neighborly duty to share my hard work and dedication with you.”

Randy reaches back and grips the back of my head. I try to resist, but he easily overpowers me, shoving my face against his sweaty, fuzzy crack.

PPPPPPPLLLLLLLLAAAAAATTTTTTT

He unleashes a raunchy eruption, point-blank in my face. Along with his venting fumes, my face is sprayed with beads of ass sweat.

He starts rolling his hips, wiping his grimy crack from side to side, and up and down, all over my face as he farts non-stop. 

“You thought you’d make Rancid Randy look like a fool and get away scot free.” FART “Naw, buddy,” FART “You gotta pay the price,” FART “When I’m done with you, the scent of my big musky ass will be a permanent addition to your face.”

FFFFFAAAAARRRRRTTTTT

He rips a torrent of butt rockets in my face that stinks of rancid meat and broccoli, making me cough–though it’s muffled with me being smothered by his bubbly orbs.

I shouldn’t, but I’m becoming aroused.

Still gripping the back of my head, he pulls my face away from his ass. I look up over his fleshy hillsides, which he calls butt cheeks, meeting his steely grey eyes. 

“Tongue my hole. Now!” He growls through clenched teeth. 

Things go dark again as I’m roughly shoved in between his boulder-sized cheeks.

My brain short-circuits as I feel my lips press against the fleshy, puckered, balloon-knot. This guy–who has anger issues and who I thought was straight–wants me, a man, to eat him out?

My mental conundrum is ended by Randy flexing his meaty thighs around my head and putting on the pressure.

“That wasn’t a request. Now get to tonguing,” he practically snarls.

Rational thinking takes a backseat to self-preservation. I extend my tongue and start licking his sweaty, wrinkly hole. I circle it with the tip of my tongue, tasting him, and I love it. It tastes salty, a bit spicy, and undeniably masculine.

His quads, wrapped around my head, relax a bit–his grip on the back of my head remains firm, holding my face in place–and I feel his big body shudder, and he lets out a quiet, pleasure-filled moan. 

I flatten my tongue, licking broad strips against the pucker, wanting him to relax so it will open for me. 

Randy’s completely here for it. “Fuck yeah, fart-bitch, taste me, inside and out. GGH… Emphasis on inside… NGH”

I feel his asshole lips open and push outward.

MMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRVVVVVVPPPPPPP

He pushes out a 5-second fart that warms the surface of my tongue and rockets down my throat.

I break, I’m no longer doing this out of fear, I’m doing this out of sexual desire.

I start tonguing his hole with more enthusiasm. I dig the tip of my tongue in the knotted button of tissue and start wriggling it open slowly and pleasurably.

Randy gives a deep, wild moan. “That’s it, you nasty fart-bitch, eat my shit-chute. I’m a real man. I deserve this.”

He releases me from his headscissors. While keeping my face buried in his ass, he rolls us over with me lying on my back and him sitting on my face. It’s like what he did a few weeks ago, but gone is the hostility and rage. Both of us are swept up in primal lust. 

I start probing my tongue deeper and deeper into him. I can tell he’s enjoying this by the sounds he is making.

He tastes so good; so masculine and addictive. 

“Fucking right, fart-bitch, eat me! Eat all that I give you… HGH” 

PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRWWWWWWDDDDDDDDD

“Mmm, bet that had a kick to it. That was the spicy burrito I had before I hit the gym. Oh, hold on, FGH… here comes the chocolate protein shake I chugged it down with… RGH”

FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUU-MMMMMMMMTTTTTTTT

His nauseating butt wind inflates my cheeks and lungs like party balloons.

While still tonguing him, I grunt when I feel Randy flick the tent popping from the crotch of my shorts.

“Well, well, well, looks like you really are a fart-bitch. Keep tonguing my fart-spewing hole and I’ll keep gassing you, that’s a promise. Heh, Rancid Randy’s fart tank is never empty.”

I start pistoning my tongue into him deeper and with more fervor. 

Randy’s practically roaring and snarling like a wild animal.

He’s rocking his hips, undulating his fat, blubbery rump seated on my face.

“Fuck, you definitely want my farts, you desperate fart-bitch.” PPPBBBTTT “Fine! Take it! Take it all!” RRRWWWDDD “I'm gonna fucking drown you with my farts!”

FFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUVVVVVVVVV

While enduring Randy’s endless, flatulent rampage, I feel him rocking back and forth. I also hear a faint and repetitive, wet slapping sound. It’s not difficult for me to figure out what he’s doing.

The fact that this sweaty, massive man is sitting and farting on my face while getting himself off has me throbbing in my shorts.

“Hang on, fart-bitch, here comes my post-workout, morning butt-thunder; right on time. It always smells god-awful and is a real doozy. See you on the other side. Ohh… Ohhh… UGH”

BBBBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPDDDDDDDDDDDDD

3 minutes of toxic ass thunder explodes out of his hole, blasting my tongue and into my open mouth. His fumes taste bitter and stink of rancid eggs and onions. 

As his fart continues, my tongue sensually slithers and dances inside Randy’s warm and velvety internal canal.

“Mhmmmmm!” My shout is muffled thanks to my face being submerged between his ample mounds. 

Without touching myself, I shoot in my sleeping shorts.

Randy follows suit. I hear him growling as he thrusts into his grip while remaining seated on my face.

My shirt rode up to my chest during this intense ordeal. I feel several volleys of his essence hitting and warming my stomach.

At last, Randy rises. He pauses when his ass is hovering a few inches above my face and lets off a few purposeful poots in my face.

Pbbt, Rrvp, Fwdd 

I’m caught between coughing and gagging. My entire apartment is filled with Randy’s raunchy ass musk. I doubt the smell will ever go away, and I’m not mad.

After cooling down, I sit up and watch Randy hesitantly, worried he might break into a straight crisis rage.

But Randy seems calm as he walks over to his discarded shorts and steps into them.

With his back towards me, he says, “The way I see things, you’re the reason I’ve been suffering from a serious case of blueballs for the last several weeks. Sarah may have been a lying bitch, but she knew how to suck me off. You caused this mess, and you’re gonna fix it.”

Randy comes to a complete stop when the waistband of his shorts is just below his protruding ass slabs. He looks back at me, over his shoulder. I’m surprised to see desire and interest in his expression. 

He gives a nod like he’s figured it all out. “Yeah, so since you're the one responsible for getting me into this mess, you’re gonna be my solution for the foreseeable future. Around this time, every day, excluding Sundays, I’ll stop by after I work out at the gym, and you’ll eat my fat, sweaty ass and farts.”

His brow furrows in irritation. “And you better let me in when I come. Don’t think I won’t break down your door.”

This has gone from like 0 to 100. 

“This is my apartment, and I’m my own person. Don’t I get a say in the matter?” I point out.

He shoots me a threatening, impish smirk. “Deal with it, this is how things are gonna go down. If you got a problem, take it up with the big guy.” Randy says before tossing a thumb over his shoulder. He then arches his back, making his meaty orbs stick out even further.

MMMMMMMFFFFFFFFVVVVVVVPPPPPPPP

Randy rips a 5-second, quack-sounding fart, refreshing the room with his rancid-egg butt scent. 

I must’ve given something away because Randy looks so cocky now.

“If you have a boyfriend, or girlfriend, or some sort of friends-with-benefits situation going on, you'd better bring it to a hard end now. You’ve learned all too well that Rancid Randy doesn’t share what’s his.” Want and possessiveness are gleaming in his eyes, which has my breath catching. 

While I’m still sitting on the floor, Randy takes several steps back, bringing his bare, fat ass right in my face. I’m immediately met with an eggy- 

PPPPBBBBRRRRTTTT

 He then starts slowly and sensually swaying his hips from side to side, making his basketball-sized globes wobble and jiggle from left to right. He blasts my face with a string of poots as he continues to shake his butt in my face.

Ppft, Rhhv, Mtbb

“You don’t want to feel guilty about my swampy ass claiming another victim because of you? Do you, fart-bitch?” He murmurs, looking down at me over his shoulder, that possessive gleam still alight in his eyes.

It sounds like he’s teasing, but we both know he’d do it. I was his swampy ass’ victim a few weeks ago.

My mouth feels dry. I shake my head for no.

Randy’s lips stretch into a sharkish, victorious grin, like he’s the cat who swallowed the canary, while continuing to roll his hips and poot in my face. 

Fffp, Bbrp, Vvud

How do I even label this? Fart-master and slave? Fart-dom and sub? Or maybe it’s simply Rancid Randy and his fart-bitch? Whatever the title, there’s no hiding Randy’s possessive words and expressions. Could this be the starting foundation of something more meaningful in the future? Or maybe this is just about convenience until he finds a new girl. I’m not sure. What I am sure of is that Randy is an unstable and dangerous wildcard, so anything is possible.

Randy stops rocking his hips, bringing his bubbly rump to a complete stop, right in my face.

He bends forward, extending all that backside even closer to my face. He reaches back with both hands and spreads his cheeks, exposing the insides of his sweaty and hairy cheeks and his musky hole.

“Kiss it goodbye for now. It’s looking forward to feeding you breakfast tomorrow morning.”

I lean forward, burying my face in his toxic canyon. When my lips meet his ass lips, I feel them twitch before opening.

Shay is one of my best friends and is a proud femme sugar baby.

Shay lives in a huge Victorian house and is constantly hosting lavish parties.

Today, he’s hosting an extravagant pool party. It’s catered and everything.

I decided to bring my new boyfriend, Nick. Nick is… nice. He may not be flashy, but he is dependable. 

We arrive with carry-bags containing our swimming gear.

Shay opens the door, and unsurprisingly, he’s already tipsy. He subtly rolls his eyes when he spots Nick. I'm getting used to this. All my friends think Nick is a bore. Nick is the quiet, shy type who’d rather blend into the background. 

Once Shay lets us in, he pulls me to the side to give me a private warning. 

“Please don’t be mad, but I invited him too. He’s also my friend.”

Before I can ask who, I see Him. All he is wearing are a small pair of black swimming trunks. 

I try not to openly stare at his long, hairy, powerful legs, his sculpted porcelain skin, and his lickable rock-hard abs and pecs. And I just know from behind it looks like he has two coconuts packed in the back of his trunks.

It’s my ex, Mark. 

We were a couple for six years. I loved him; I thought he was the one. And then he just vanished. While I was at work, he moved out, taking all his things with him. He completely ghosted me. I couldn’t understand what I had done wrong. 

I don’t think I’ll ever forgive Mark. I deserve someone whom I can trust, and that just so happens to be Nick.

Mark has the nerve to smile when he sees me. Shay makes his escape.

When Mark walks up to me, I link my hand with Nick, making a statement. 

At first, Mark looks hurt, then he seems irritated. 

Behind Mark, I see his three closest friends standing there. Like Mark, they’re built like himbo jocks. 

Jamal, Yun, and Zack. They’ve always been nice to me. 

I catch Jamal checking out Nick. I’m not sure how I feel about that. 

Mark gives me an appreciative once-over with his eyes. “Hey Gavin, it's really good to see you.” He says suggestively with a sexy half-grin. 

I give him a curt nod with my lips pressed thin. “Mark.”

Mark smiles at Nick, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Hey, bro, I’m Mark.” He offers his hand for a shake. 

I panic, I know what Mark is planning, but it’s too late.

Nick shakes his hand, “Nice to meet you, I’m Nick.”

Not missing a beat, Mark tosses a leg over their joined hands. With a powerful tug, Mark pulls Nick’s arm between his legs, causing Nick to fall to his knees, and reels him forward. 

Nick falls face-first against Mark's fat, pillowy ass. Mark’s meaty orbs muffle Nick’s noises of surprise. 

“Howdy Nick, say hi to my big, farting booty… NGH”

RRRRRHHHHHHBBBBBBTTTTTT

Mark farts point-blank in Nick’s face. Mark and his friends are laughing at Nick.

I swallow loudly. Mark is well aware of my farting fetish and is using it against me.

Nick tries to pull away, causing Mark to pull harder on his arm, making Nick’s face sink deeper into Mark’s ample backside.

“Haha, hold on now, my booty ain’t done with its introductions.”

BBBBBLLLLLAAAAAPPPPP

Mark blasts Nick’s face with another trumpeting fart. 

Mark finally lets Nick go, allowing the eggy stench of his fart to spread throughout the entrance area. It’s both noxious and intoxicating, as I remember. 

Mark’s friends are laughing again.

Nick slumps over, gagging and coughing. I get on my knees and rub Nick’s back in comfort.

With me on my knees and Mark standing and facing away from me, Mark doesn’t resist seizing the opportunity.

He swivels his hips and arches his back, jutting his bubbly mounds into my face.

“It’s been so long since my booty last talked to you, Gav. It wants to say hello.”

FFFFFWWWWW-UUUUUDDDDDD

Mark pushes out two consecutive and strong farts. They have enough force to make his doughy cheeks ripple and to rustle my hair.

My eyes sting, and I start coughing as the stench of rotten eggs and spices assaults my nose. Mark isn’t an idiot; he knows what he’s doing. He’s doing this to arouse me. And dammit, it’s working.

Mark and his jock bros are howling with laughter as they walk away. I can’t help but watch Mark’s ass in those form-fitting trunks. His brawny glutes flex and bounce with his every step. 

After a minute, I help Nick up. Nick looks utterly humiliated.

I’m both annoyed and turned on. That was hot, but Nick doesn’t deserve this.

I immediately catch on that there’s something off about this party. Normally, Shay’s parties are bangers, filled with dozens of people. But there can’t be more than 10 people. And that’s including Nick, me, Mark, his friends, and Shay himself. 

Nick is still coughing, so I sit him on a couch and go fetch him a glass of water from the kitchen. 

I grab a clean glass out of the cabinet and go to fill it with the refrigerator's water dispenser. 

As I begin, a voice startles me. 

“Shay was right, that Nick guy is boring as hell.”

I look over my shoulder and see Mark posted against the wall with his bulging arms crossed.

“He’s not boring, he’s dependable.” I retort, “He won’t just disappear and ghost me like somebody else I know.” I comment, before turning back to my current task.

I thought that my words would have angered him, but Mark laughs. I then hear the slapping of bare feet against the floor as he nears me.

I nearly drop the cup when Mark wraps his strong arms around my chest, pulling my back against his cobblestone-like abs and chest.

He hooks his chin over my shoulder and softly croons. “You're not fooling me, Gav. I know he doesn’t make you happy like I did.”

Mark takes my chin in between his thumb and index finger, and turns my face towards his. Are noses are almost touching.

“Does he take care of your needs? Needs like this.” Mark swallows a mouthful of air. After a moment, Mark opens his mouth wide, right in front of my face.

BBBBUUUURRRRPPPP

Mark belches loudly right in my face, spraying me with his spittle. I groan as the smell of bile and spoiled milk hits my nose. 

He then puckers his lips and blows the residual gas into my face.

Mark laughs again, knowing he’s rattling me. 

I shudder as I feel his lips grazing my ear. His deep voice softly rumbles in my ear.

“This is how things are gonna play out: my farts are either gonna kill Nick or chase him off. By the end of the night, I’ll be sitting on your face and force-feeding you more Mark Missiles than you can handle. That's a promise.”

He doesn’t call his farts Mark Missiles for nothing. I’m well aware of how devastating they can be.

“That’s not going to happen,” I mutter, unconvincingly.

“Oh really?”

He turns my face towards his again, making me watch him swallow another mouthful of air.

BBBUUURRRPPP… blow

“Is he as nasty as me?”

BBBUUURRRPPP… blow

“Is he as gassy as me?”

BBBUUURRRPPP… blow

“Can he take down a whole bar of men with his farts, to keep you safe like I can?”

I whimper at that. I’ve jerked off more times than I can count, to that memory.

Mark and I accidentally stumbled into a bar that wasn’t gay friendly. Things looked like they were about to get violent. Mark spun around and pulled down the back of his jeans, mooning everyone in the establishment. Mark immediately started cranking out one beefy fart after another. In under a minute, all of our would-be attackers were unconscious on the ground.

I close my eyes, trying to shut the memory and Mark’s words out of my head. 

“Nick is good for me.”

Mark releases me, chuckling. “Are you sure? Could he ever give you this?”

A moment later, I feel a big, warm, firm yet malleable object pressing against my lower back.

FFFFFVVVVVRRRRRDDDDD

“Ah, my big, farting booty and I will be seeing you and Nick very soon, Gav.”

With that, Mark departs. Right behind him are those meaty globes bouncing and wobbling like twin Jell-O molds. 

I’m left alone in a thick fart cloud that reeks of digested meat.

I eventually return to Nick, who’s still sitting on the couch. I hand him the glass of water and sit next to him.

“I’m really sorry about Mark, Nick.”

Nick takes a sip of water and nods once, “It’s alright.”

I’m about to say something when I spot movement out of the corner of my eye. I notice Mark standing behind the couch, right behind Nick, with his back towards him. 

Mark bends over, extending out his big ass, and making contact with the back of Nick’s head. 

Mark’s eyes connect with mine. He scrunches up his face in concentration.

BBBBBMMMMMUUUUUTTTTT

VVVVVWWWWWAAAAADDDDD

FFFFFDDDDDOOOOOMMMMM

Mark rips 3 back-to-back, tuba-sounding farts on the back of Nick’s head. 

Mark's noxious fumes quickly envelop the couch. It has my face reddening, and puts Nick into a coughing fit. 

Mark pulls his butt away from the back of Nick’s head and is laughing along with his entourage. 

“Will you stop picking on him, Mark?” I huff in annoyance.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry.” Mark rounds the couch, in either of his hands are two small and fancy-looking hors d'oeuvres placed on napkins. 

“Here,” Mark offers one to Nick. “To show I’m sorry.”

Nick gives a quick little smile before popping the hors d'oeuvre into his mouth.

At first, I think Mark’s being genuine, but then I notice him biting his bottom lip, trying not to laugh. And the rest of his bros are doing the same.

As soon as Nick swallows it and thanks Mark, the four of them break out into hysterical laughter, driven to tears.

Mark points at Nick, while staring at me, teary-eyed, still laughing his ass off. “Haha, fucking gross, Gav. This loser just ate something I farted on and liked it, haha.”

Once Mark calms down, he shoots Nick an impish grin. “Well, if you like that one so much, then have another.”

Mark brings the remaining hors d'oeuvre behind him self and right in front of his bulbous posterior. 

PPPPPLLLLLAAAAARRRRR

Mark seasons the treat with his butt funk, straight from his bioweapon of an ass. 

It all happens faster than I can react. Jamal steps up from behind and holds Nick’s head still. With his free hand, Mark pinches Nick’s nose closed. Nick’s mouth instinctively falls open, and Mark pops the farted-on hors d’oeuvre inside. 

Mark quickly spins around and plants the overpacked backside of his trunks on Nick’s open-mouthed face, smothering him.

“How about we wash that damn with a big, warm glass of my farts… NGH”

VVVVVVVVVVHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP

Mark rips a growling fart into Nick’s open mouth. My eyes are transfixed on the small lump traveling down Nick’s throat.

Once Mark frees Nick from his ass, Nick is dry-heaving. Mark and his bros are laughing like it is the funniest thing they have ever seen.

I’ve never felt so horrified/ turned on. My hands curl into fists on my lap to hide my growing problem.

“Mark-” I start to admonish him, but Mark cuts me off.

“No need to be jealous, Gav, I got you.” He looks behind me and calls, “Yo, Zack, hors d’oeuvre me.”

A hors d’oeuvre is tossed from somewhere behind me, and Mark catches it out of the air. 

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he brings the finger food behind his ass. He narrows his eyes and…

FFFFFGGGGGHHHHHTTTTT

Staring slack-jawed is both a blessing and a curse on my part.

Mark shoves the finger food into my mouth and quickly follows it up by parking his fat dumper onto my face.

RRRRRBBBBBVVVVVDDDDD

Mark vents a chainsaw-sounding fart into my mouth. His butt bomb has enough force to jettison the tainted hors d’oeuvre down my gullet, almost making me choke. 

Mark’s ass vapors inflate my cheeks and coat the inside of my mouth. The acrid taste has me curling forward, retching. I do this purposely to hide my arousal. 

“Mark, will you stop?” I haggardly rasp.

With a devilish grin, Mark says, “Sure, I’ll stop.”

Jamal, Yun, and Zack are not only built like Mark, they sport huge bubble butts and are just as gassy as he is. 

Mark’s bros partake in the fun. With them behind the couch, they take a page out of Mark’s playbook. 

Yun’s ass suddenly pops out from behind, to the left side of my face. Zack’s ass extends out from the right side of Nick’s face. And Jamal’s ass juts out from between our faces. Simultaneously… 

BBBBWWWWTTTTPPPP

RRRRFFFFMMMMDDDD

VVVVOOOOHHHHFFFF

The air around Nick’s and my head is poisoned with several different brands of fetid ass gas. 

The three fan the air behind their asses toward our noses, and snickering while they do it.

Still standing in front of us, Mark spins around, “Now I’m starting to feel left out and that just ain’t fair. Get some of this.” He hikes up his right leg.

BBBBBRRRRRUUUUUFFFFF

Mark pushes out a quack-sounding fart that ends on a wet note. His skunky wind re-dominates the area, making Nick and me gag and cough even more. 

The four of them make for the exit laughing and high-fiving, leaving the room thoroughly butt-nuked. 

It takes Nick a few minutes to regain himself. I’m fine, on the other hand. My years with Mark have granted me a resistance against the stench. I’m more pressed about making my arousal less conspicuous.  

Nick is once again mortified. 

We decided to go change into our swim gear and hit the pool. 

Guest rooms in the back of the house are the designated changing rooms for pool parties here.  

On our way, we run into Mark and his crew coming the opposite way. They’re walking down the hall in a row.

Going by Mark’s lopsided grin, things are gonna get good for me and bad for Nick.

Before passing us, Mark says, “Choo-choo, boys, the fart trains left the station.”

As Mark passes us, he twists his hip and farts on Nick and me.

FFFFFDDDDDMMMMMMRRRRR

We are sprayed with his ass gas that stinks of raw sewage and garlic.

Jamal is walking right behind Mark. It’s his turn. He swivels his hips and farts on us next.

MMMMWWWWVVVVPPPP

Next is Yun.

BBBBAAAAFFFFDDDD

Finishing us off is Zack.

VVVVRRRR-PPPPBBBB

After taking their four-pronged, gassy drive-by, Nick is gagging again. I’m feeling like I’m gonna lose my mind.

I give Nick a comforting smile. “Nick, go change into your swim trunks. I’m gonna go talk to my ex, and stop this foolishness.”

I can see the worry in his eyes, but he gives me a hesitant nod.

Nick continues down the hall; I turn around to catch up with the line of big-butted hunks. 

With Zack in the back, he looks over his shoulder and spots me coming.

With a cocky grin, he calls. “Looks like we have another fart train heading out for departure, boys.”

Zack starts it off this time. He twists his hips and blasts me.

BBBBMMMMDDDDTTTT

Next is Yun.

RRRRWWWWUUUUBBBB

Then Jamal.

VVVVTTTTOOOOFFFF

This is like my personalized wet dream come true, but I ignore it. 

Before Mark can fart on me, I grab him by the shoulder and pull him into a nearby bathroom, alone. I lock the door behind us. 

With a toothy grin, Mark spins around and presses his bubble butt against my hip. “You know me, baby. I’m not skipping my turn. All aboard… GGH”

BBBBBRRRRR-FFFFFHHHHH-AAAAAPPPPPP

Mark rips a chain of farts on me. It reeks of Mark’s personal brand of eggy butt funk. 

Mark flashes me a victorious grin after noticing I’m hard.

“Don’t call me baby, Mark. I’m with Nick now.”

This causes Mark’s grin to broaden. “For now, but we both know that your face and my booty are the ultimate dream couple.” He finishes with a shit-eating grin.”

I stop avoiding the elephant in the room. “Why did you completely vanish from me?” 

That wipes the smirk off his face.

“Did I make you feel unsafe? Or did you grow out of our fart kink? Did it become too gross for you?” I press.

Mark remains quiet for a full minute. At first, I don’t think he’s gonna answer me, but finally, “Gavin, before I left, I was unemployed for a year, while you kept getting promotions. You were supporting us both comfortably. A mutual friend of ours got into my head and convinced me that you were too good for me, so I left.”

This hits me like a freight train, and I start to get mad on Mark’s behalf. Before I can ask who this friend was, Mark gives me a lopsided grin and says, “Don’t worry.” Mark turns to the side, giving me a profile view of himself. He reaches back, cups his right butt cheek, and gives it a jiggle. “My booty recently had strong words for his face.”

Mark then lifts his right leg slightly and poots.

I laugh and blush.

“I’ve been working on myself over the past year, Gavin. I’ve worked on my self-confidence, and I’ve got a good-paying job. 

Gavin, we have always been perfect for each other. We have the same tastes, we can talk for hours and hours about nothing in particular, and still have fun. And you're the only one who can stand my non-stop farting ass.” He says, making us both laugh.

With half-lidded eyes and a sultry voice, Mark says, “And you're the only person I’ve met who enjoys taking my farts almost as much as I enjoy farting on them.”

I am severely conflicted. I believe that Mark has changed. I want to reunite with him; we’ve always been happy together. 

But then there’s Nick.

“Mark, I-I still love you, b-but I-I can’t. Nick-”

My stuttering excuse does nothing to deter Mark’s smile. “Losing you isn't an option for me, so I gotta play dirty. And you know me, baby, I play very dirty.”

Before I know it, Mark pushes me down onto my knees, sandwiching me with the door against my back and his generous bulge right in my face. 

Mark turns around, his black trunks-clad, bountiful bum dominates my entire field of view. Without missing a beat. He quickly grips the waistband of the back of his trunks and pulls them down. 

His pillowy moons pour out of their confines and bounce out into the open. My mouth practically salivates as I eyeball his pale, mountainous orbs covered in a dusting of black hair. 

A year ago, I was gifted with this mouth-watering view every night, and I miss it so much.

My nose is only inches away from his sweaty crack. The smell of manly ass musk and chlorine fills my nostrils.

“In you go.”

Mark thrusts his hips back, slamming his titanic rear end into my face. I find myself trapped with the back of my head pinned against the door, and my face entombed between his fleshy globes.

PPPPPBBBBBHHHHHVVVVV

“There, that dirty enough for ya?” FART “Oh yeah, you know you love it.” FART “My booty is the only thing that can fulfill your Mark Missile addiction.” FART “Having trouble breathing down there? Maybe this will help.” FART “You deserve better than that wimpy little Nick.” FART “You deserve me, a literal farting god… NGH”

FFFFFFAAAAAARRRRRRTTTTTT

Mark pumps out fart after fart, point-blank in my face, poisoning my lungs with his toxic intestinal vapors.

I’m moments away from shooting when Mark suddenly stops. He takes a few steps forward, releasing my face from his ass. I blink rapidly from being reintroduced to light. I look up, making eye contact with Mark, who’s watching me over his shoulder. 

“Why did you stop?” I whine.

“Only my boyfriends are treated to my Mark Missiles on demand. It’s either Nick or my fat, gassy booty. Choose wisely.” Mark gives me an ultimatum and pulls his trunks back up.

Mark slides me aside, away from the door, so he can leave.

As Mark walks out, at the last second, he twists his hips, aiming his blimp of a posterior at my face.

BBBBBFFFFFVVVVVPPPPP

Mark blasts my face with a noxious, nose-hair-burning fart. 

“Ah, take that. A reminder of what’s on the line."

He closes the door behind him, leaving me alone in the bathroom.

I pull myself out of my jeans and grab some tissue. With a few strokes, I unload into the tissue.

After flushing away the evidence, I feel both guilty and more resolute about what I’ve got to do. I know I have to break up with Nick, but I hate that I’m going to hurt him.

As soon as I leave the bathroom, I run into a living brick wall covered in caramel skin. It’s Jamal.

“You good?” He asks, looking a little uncomfortable.

“Uh, yeah,” I answer, feeling confused. We’ve rarely talked alone.

A guilty expression washes over Jamal’s face. “Look, I want to apologize for the shit we’ve been putting Nick and you through.” Jamal wipes his hand down his face, “Shit, we’ve been acting like the bullies we were in high school. It was all Mark’s idea.”

Jamal looks from left to right and lowers his voice before continuing. “He’s probably gonna sit on my face and keep farting until I pass out for me telling you this, but Mark still loves you.”

I don’t know why, but I reply honestly, “I love him too, but Nick doesn’t deserve me just ditching him. And everyone disregards him as quiet and boring.”

I wasn’t expecting Jamal to flash me a cheeky smirk. “Oh, there’s no need to feel guilty about Nick. I’ve had eyes on him since the moment you two walked in. I, for one, love the quiet ones. The quiet ones are always the freakiest.” He waggles his eyebrows before walking off, leaving me stunned. 

I blink a couple of times, taking in what Jamal just said. Nick? Freaky? I can hardly comprehend such a concept. 

But I am grateful for being unburdened with the guilt. I know Jamal is a good and faithful guy. He will treat Nick right.

With a clear head, I go out to the pool in the back.

I spot Shay completely drunk and passed out on a nearby lounge chair.

Nick is standing on the other side of the pool, looking miserable and uncomfortable. 

Jamal and Mark are standing on either side of Nick, facing away from him. Nick’s boxed in between their bubble butts. 

Jamal is talking with Zack, and Mark is talking with Yun. While they talk as if everything is normal, Mark and Jamal keep farting on Nick. And these weren’t little poots, they were big, trumpeting farts.

BBBBBFFFFFRRRRRPPPPP

VVVVVHHHHHWWWWWFFFFF

RRRRRUUUUU-MMMMMTTTTT

PPPPPMMMMMAAAAABBBBB

FFFFFOOOOODDDDDMMMMM

BBBBBVVVVVAAAAARRRRR

Every time Nick takes a few steps away, Jamal and Mark follow suit, boxing Nick back in between their two gassy asses. 

FFFFFAAAAAOOOOOPPPPP

PPPPPUUUUUHHHHHDDDDD

MMMMMFFFFF-PPPPPTTTTT

VVVVVOOOOOWWWWWFFFFF

For the first time today, I don’t feel annoyed at them fart-bullying Nick. Instead, I’m feeling jealous of Nick. I want to be in his place.

I walk up to Mark, catching him off guard. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. Everyone goes quiet, watching in shock.

Kissing Mark feels perfect; kissing him feels like everything is right with the world. 

When I pull away, I can feel myself smiling. Mark is smiling too, but we aren’t the only ones. So are Jamal, Zack, and Yun. However, Nick's look of betrayal is heartbreaking.

Before I can say anything, Jamal lifts Nick and fireman-carries him over his shoulder. “Since you’re no longer spoken for, you’re mine now, cutie.”

Jamal carries Nick off. Mark, Yun, Zack, and I watch slackjawed as they disappear inside. Shay doesn’t; he’s still blackout drunk.

We remain silent, staring at the now-empty doorway in shock for quite a while. 

Like deja vu, I yelp. Mark hefts me onto his shoulder; it’s my turn to get fireman-carried. 

“Ha, knew you couldn’t resist me. Glad to have you as mine again.” Mark declares triumphantly and carries me inside like a caveman.

If his friends replied, I didn’t hear them. I was too busy watching his upside-down bubbly globes in motion. With his stride, his fat cheeks jiggle and clap right in my face.

Once we're inside, Mark carries me upstairs. 

During parties, Shay allows people to occupy the guest rooms upstairs. 

As we ascend the stairs, Mark’s quiet, but his ass, which is right in my face, isn’t.

PPBBTT, FFHHBB, RRBBDD, MMWWFF, VVUURR

When we reach the second floor, Mark sets me on my feet, grinning at me sultrily.

Mark’s sporting a huge boner in his trunks, just like me. He takes me by the hand and we try for the first guestroom. When Mark opens the door, we find that the room is occupied.

Jamal’s trunks are down, pooled around his feet, and he’s bent over, bracing his hands on the bed.

Nick is on his knees, right behind him, with his face buried deep between Jamal’s big, caramel cheeks. 

Jamal is groaning with pleasure. “Oh, there you go, baby. Eat my nasty, farting hole.”

BBBBBFFFFFTTTTTDDDDD

Mark quickly and quietly closes the door so we don’t interrupt anything.

“Wow, I wasn’t really expecting that. But that was hot as hell.” I blurt out, not really thinking. 

A devilish grin stretches across Mark’s lips. “Oh, is that right? How about we have our own nasty fun?” He huskily groans, sending shivers down my spine. 

I’m unable to speak, so I nod my head. He leads me down the hall and tries another door. Success. It’s empty.

Once we’re inside and the door is locked behind us, Mark lays me out on my back on the bed. 

I lift my head, watching Mark standing in front of the foot of the bed. He unties his trunks, letting them fall to the floor, revealing his throbbing pole and hairy, plum-sized bull balls. 

Mark climbs into the bed; he’s not playing around, and I appreciate that.

Mark crawls up and kneels over my head. He spreads his knees wide on the mattress, lowering himself down and taking a seat on my upturned face. 

My face disappears between his fleshy, round cheeks.

“Lips on hole, fart-eater.” I hear Mark’s voice rumble above me.

Mark wiggles his ass from side to side, getting comfortable on my face. Soon enough, I feel his sweaty hole kissing my lips.

I don’t even need to be told, I stick out my tongue, rimming Mark, thrusting my tongue into his pucker, tasting him. 

I feel Mark’s huge body shudder with pleasure while he’s seated on my face. 

“Damn, baby, I’ve missed your magical tongue so much. You must be desperate for my Mark Missiles. Well, I aim to please… GGH”

I feel Mark’s hole open and push outward around my tongue and against my lips.

FFFFFWWWWWPPPPPBBBBB

Mark launches a noxious-smelling butt bomb into my open mouth, inflating my cheeks with his ass wind. 

The raunchy stench of raw sewage and spices brings tears to my eyes, but also works me up into a frenzy. I start lapping at his hole like a madman.

“That’s it, you crazy fucker, eat my sweaty shit-hole. Earn every single one of my nasty Mark Missiles… HGH”

MMMMMRRRRRAAAAAPPPPP

PPPPPLLLLLUUUUURRRRR

“MMM, more tongue, Gav. My big booty’s orders. What it says, goes… FGH” 

RRRRRWWWWW-UUUUUOOOOO-HHHHHBBBBB

“Fuck yeah, baby, keep putting a smile on big Mark’s face and my booty will keep lighting your face up with Mark Missiles… GHH”

PPPPPDDDDDMMMMMVVVVV

FFFFFBBBBBAAAAARRRRR

BBBBBVVVVVOOOOOTTTTT

“Get comfortable, sweetheart, you're going to be servicing my cornhole for a while… GGHH”

RRRRRAAAAAWWWWWDDDDD-FFFFFHHHHHUUUUUVVVVV-BBBBBTTTTTLLLLLPPPPP

“But we both know you’re not gonna complain. After all, my booty is the gift that keeps on giving… FGH”

VVVVVVVVDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRR

“And giving… NGH”

FFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPP

“And giving… UGH”

I love my boyfriend of five years, Nate. He’s six-foot-four, 185 pounds of rock-hard muscle, and has an infamously fat ass. Each of his protruding, spherical cheeks is bigger than my head and jiggles with his every step.

Nate is known as Nasty Nate to me and his friends because his favorite pastime is farting in people’s faces. Me and his friends are his constant victims. Usually, when he farts on someone, he announces something like, ‘I’m about to get Nasty.’

Nate is the gassiest person I’ve ever met. He always has to fart.

Whenever Nate farts on his friends, it’s for fun and laughs. But it’s different for me, especially when we are alone. I have a farting fetish and Nate knows.

Over the past two years, things have radically changed in our household finances. We used to split the bills 50/50. Unfortunately, Nate lost his job a few years ago. He’s now working remotely from home, freelancing, barely making ¼ of what he used to. I, on the other hand, have received multiple promotions. My salary has tripled. I handle all the bills with ease.

Nate is very proud, so at first, things were a little tense. Nate wanted to contribute somehow. That’s when Nate put out an offer, “Well, I can’t contribute much money, but perhaps I can offer a different type of support.”

In the end, I loved the arrangement.

I’m sitting on the couch, watching TV. I just finished a bowl of cereal. It’s Saturday morning, and my day off.

Nate pops out. He stepped in front of me, blocked the TV, and his back faced me. He’s in his normal house attire. Shirtless, showing off his sculpted abs and pecs, and a pair of black boxer briefs. 

Nate’s dump-truck of an ass is stretching the back of his briefs to their limit. Those two basketball-sized globes are giving his briefs a run for their money. And they are inches away from my face.

Nate leans forward, jutting his briefs-clad mounds right in front of my nose. 

“GGH… I’m about to get Nasty… HGH”

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRPPPPPPTTTTTTTT

Nate rips a 5 second fart pointblank in my face. My nose is instantly assaulted by the stench of rotten eggs and onions. It has me gagging and my eyes watering, and I love it.

Nate yanks down the back of his briefs, just beneath his ass. I can’t take my eyes off the sight of his doughy, hair-dusted cakes pouring out of their confines and bouncing enticingly in front of my face. 

Nate reaches back and grabs each of my wrists with both of his hands. “Nasty Nate’s about to get real Nasty.”

Nate pulls my arms, making me slide forward, lodging my face in his bubbly butt. 

My face is swallowed between his sweaty, pillowy moons, making my head feel like it’s caught in a vice grip. 

The tip of my nose feels his pucker open and push outward.

RRRRRRWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTT

MMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLFFFFFFFFF

VVVVVVVVVHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

Nate pushes out one trumpeting fart after another right up my nose. His noxious vapors poison my lungs; they feel like they’re on fire. 

Out of self-preservation, I try to pull away. Nate pulls harder on my arms. My attempted escape forced my face to sink deeper into Nate’s musky, sweaty canyon. 

“Nu-uh, there’s no escaping this Nasty storm… FGH”

PPPPPPPUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMDDDDDDDD

RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLTTTTTTTTT

DDDDDDDWWWWWWWUUUUUUBBBBBBBB

Nate unleashes another barrage of bassy farts up my nose. The stench is unholy and boner inducing.

Nate lets go of my wrists. It’s muffled, but I hear him grunting and straining. “Nasty enough for ya?... UGH”

FFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT

A 15 second fart explodes out of his hole. It has enough power to rocket my face out of his big ass. I fall onto the couch, coughing and gagging, desperate for cool, semi-fresh air. 

Nate flashes a devilish smirk down at me over his shoulder. 

Nate pulls the back of his briefs up with a small jump. He accompanies the jump with an airy poot aimed at my face. 

PPPHHHBBBTTT

“Add all that Nasty to my monthly contribution.” Nate teases before walking away like nothing ever happened. 

I’m left coughing and gagging with a hard-on.

Things like this are how Nate contributes to the household. Nate contributes to my happiness, embracing and enabling my farting fetish. 

Nate’s farting antics are always unpredictable. I never know when it’s coming. 

A few minutes later, I’m in the bathroom, brushing my teeth. Nate joins me, turning on the shower.

As I brush my teeth, I watch Nate drop his shorts in the mirror. My eyes dart to his long, rubbery schlong, his hairy, grapefruit-sized bull balls, and his fat, mountainous ass-slabs. 

Nate’s eyes connect with mine in the reflection. I can see the smugness in his expression. 

Nate twists his hips, pressing his bare ass against my lower back.

He cocks his right leg slightly, “Take my Nasty.”

BBBBBWWWWWW-UUUUUUPPPPPPP

He rips two consecutive farts on me. Nate’s emissions are no joke, in a moment I’m enveloped in a toxic fart cloud.

I nearly swallow my toothpaste, trying to stifle my moan. 

Nate chuckles at how he rattled me. He steps into the shower, pulling the curtains closed behind him. 

After gargling with mouthwash and spitting it out, Nate calls from the shower, “Hey Ollie, come over here, I gotta Nasty surprise for ya.”

I step in front of the shower. Nate pulls open the curtain a little, making a small gap. The next second, his damp, fleshy, twin moons come sticking out. 

I fall to my knees, getting a front row seat to his bare rump. 

Nate reaches back with a hand, spreading open his cheeks, exposing his winking hole surrounded by a forest of black, wet hairs. 

“Hey babe, did you ever think something clean could be so Nasty?”

PPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTstststststststsss

Nate skunks my face with a wet fart. My face is spritzed with droplets of ass water. The steamy, hot air amplifies the odor of his sulfuric fumes.

I go to stand up, but Nate stops me. He grabs me by the back of the head with his free hand, holding my face in front of his spread crack.

“Not so fast, you're in for some more of my Nasty.”

FFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHtststststststsss

Nate wetly farts in my face again. Drenching my face with more of his ass water. And his fart is powerful enough to blow my hair back.

I breathe in his intestinal vapors, savoring them with closed eyes. 

My eyes open when I hear Nate chuckle. Nate lets his cheeks close with a wet clap. Ever the tease and prick, Nate gives his hips a hard rock, clocking the side of my face with his big, pillowy mounds. 

“You're welcome.” Nate teases as his ass disappears back behind the curtain.

I walk out of the bathroom, boner leading the way.

Later, I find Nate lying on his stomach, on the couch, working on his laptop. Still only wearing black boxer-briefs, his hillside ass-slabs protrude a foot into the air. 

Nate notices me in the entry way, with all my focus zoning in on his big ass, hungrily.

He shoots me a sexy little grin. He reaches back and slaps his bulbous backside, making his mountainous orbs jiggle like jello molds. 

“Want to relax with me on the couch while I get some work done? You can use your favorite pillow.” Nate sing-songs as he sways his hips, making his fleshy mounds wobble from side to side.

I don’t have to be asked twice. I climb in between his legs on the couch and lie down, resting my face against his voluptuous ass. 

The tip of my nose pokes the warm seam of the back of his briefs, which is being cradled between his thick cheeks. Just above where his pucker is hidden.

The warm seam against my nose heats up. A sulfuric stench flows up my nostrils. I immediately realize he just launched a SBD fart pointblank up my nose.

“Ah, yeah, choke on my Nasty.” He sighs in relief.

I press my nose harder against his seam, digging it deeper between his globes.

“Oh, what’s this? You want more of my Nasty. Then you got it.” 

RRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTT

A long, rumbly fart growls out, blasting my face with his eggy fumes.

His fart has a real kick. I turn my head, gagging on his butt stink. 

Nate takes this as me attempting to get away. “Oh no, you don’t.” His meaty thighs clamp around my head, trapping me in a reverse headscissors, keeping my face locked against his pillowy bum. 

“There’s no escaping this, I’m about to get real Nasty… NGH”

FFFFFFFFFFFDDDDDDDDDDVVVVVVVVVVBBBBBBBB

RRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM

PPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRR

Nate rockets a chain of monstrous farts, lighting my face up. My moaning and coughing are being muffled by his fat, briefs-covered cakes.

Nate relaxes his headscissor hold slightly to pull down the back of his briefs. He has to shimmy to work them down his bubbly ass.

“Time to live up to the name, Nasty Nate.”

Nate flexes his thighs, re-engaging his reverse-headscissor hold. My face sinks into his musky canyon. His sweaty glutes flex on either side of my face, trapping me there.

I feel his wrinkled pucker kissing the tip of my nose.

VVVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

A bubbly, 15 second fart hisses out of his hole, tainting my lungs with his hellish vapors.

Nate releases me from his headscissors. He turns his neck, looking back at me. Our eyes connect over his protruding fur-coated hillsides. 

“That wasn’t as relaxing as you promised.” I snark.

Nate doesn’t retaliate verbally. He arches his back, jutting his ass into my face, and poots into my open mouth. BBHHPP

The acrid taste coats my tongue, making me gag, causing me to fall off the couch. 

Nate laughs. Instead of helping me up, the prick stands over me, and squats down so his bare ass is just above my face. He grunts. 

BBBBVVVVVVVPPPPPP

I’m left feeling both embarrassed and aroused.

Not too much later, it’s about lunchtime. I find Nate in the kitchen, cooking. He’s a great cook. Me, on the other hand, I can barely boil water.

I take a seat at our small, round kitchen table. 

I watch Nate in his element. Music is playing as Nate cooks. His bubble butt ripples and wobbles as he dances along. 

My gaze doesn’t waver a second from his hypnotically jiggling and bouncing globes. He’s hips suddenly come to a complete stop. I then watch his glutes flex and then relax. 

PPPPHHHHH-UUUUUUTTTTTTT

My eyes snap upward, meeting his. A lopsided cocky grin is painted across his lips. 

Nate plates two grilled cheese sandwiches and fries. Nate places one on the table across from me. He rounds the table and goes to place the other one in front of me. 

At the last second, he pulls the plate back to him. Nate turns to his side and brings the plate just under his ass, eclipsing it beneath his protruding ass-hills.

I look up and find Nate smirking back down at me. His face then contorts in concentration, and he grunts.

RRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAABBBBBBB

Nate vents out a raunchy fart, seasoning my food with his noxious butt stink.

I smell the scent of the savory food mingling with the nauseating stench of his farts.

So focused on the food, I fail to notice Nate twisting his hips until the side of my face is sinking against his blubbery orbs.

Pppssshhhh

I feel his silent fart heat my cheek. 

“Ah, get it while it’s hot. The Nasty Nate’s house special.”

I’m slack-jawed, aroused, and coughing on his farts. Nate sits across from me, mischief dancing in his eyes.

Nate watches with a victorious grin as I eat my fart-flavored breakfast. The aftertaste is noticeable. Never thought eating food would be a turn-on.

Nate's gassy antics continue randomly over the next couple of hours. 

After using the bathroom, when I step out, Nate strikes by pinning me against the wall. He spins around, trapping me between his body and the wall. My front pressed against his back. He bears his bulbous rump against my lower stomach.  

“You're just the way I like you. Trapped against my big booty. Never a better time to get Nasty… HGH”

RRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM

Nate and I are sitting beside each other on the couch, playing Madden. Nate’s a very sore loser. He lost the first game, and we’re in the middle of him losing the second one.

“I swear, Ollie,” Nate growls through clenched teeth, “I’m gonna get real Nasty on you if you don’t quit it.”

I pay him no mind.

Nate leans heavily on his right butt cheek, propping his left one into the air, aiming his crack at me. “I warned you. Now deal with my Nasty consequences.”

PPPPPPPPPOOOOOOLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTT

VVVVVVVVWWWWWPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBB

MMMMMMFFFFFFFDDDDDDDDRRRRRRRRR

For the rest of the game, Nate keeps bombarding me with one fart cloud after another. I can’t focus, I can’t stop gagging, and I can’t see because my eyes are watering so badly.

The huge brat, Nate, takes the victory.

To rub salt in the wound; Nate gets up and does his victory dance which is just him bouncing his bubble butt in his opponent’s face.

He incorporates an airy poot in my face with every bounce of his ample rear.

Bounce, VVVBBBTTT

Bounce, RRRWWWPPP

Bounce, FFFMMMDDD

When it starts to get late, Nate doesn’t feel like cooking, so we order a pizza.

It’s around 8. We’re lying on the couch together, Nate’s behind me, big spooning me. We’re watching some old B-level horror movie and eating pizza.

When the pizza first arrived, Nate made a show of opening the box, pulling down his briefs, and ripping a bare ass fart on the pie. All while flashing me a wicked grin.

In the end, I think he lost. I doubt he enjoys tasting his farts like I do.

As we eat, every once in a while, Nate will cup a fart and release it in front of my nose. I’ll elbow him in the gut, making him grunt and rip another fart. 

It’s about 9:30. We’ve finished the pizza, and the movie is reaching its climax.

We both jump when the front door swings open. Two big bodies stagger in, nearly tripping over themselves. It’s two of Nate's older brothers, Victor and Lance. Nate is the youngest of four brothers.

They’re drunk off their asses. This isn’t the first time this has happened. About once a month, they storm into our home, rowdy and drunk, and wind up destroying our stuff. 

Last month, Victor hurled Lance into our 56-inch TV, breaking it. 

None of this would have happened if Nate hadn’t given them a copy of our key. 

I give Nate a withering glare. He goes pale. 

Nate frowns as he hops off the couch and heads towards his brothers, who are already starting to wrestle each other.

Nate may be the baby brother, but he is just as big as Victor and Lance.

Nate claps his hands, gaining their attention. “Alright, you two. You guys are gonna head to the guest bedroom and sleep this off. You’re not gonna destroy any of our shit this time.”

His two brothers barely listen to him for a second before they start locking arms, wrestling again.

Nate nods, “It seems you guys thought I was asking, well, you were wrong.” 

Nate tackles them, taking all three of them down to the ground with a heavy thud. Nate climbs over them and wraps his thighs around both their heads at once, trapping them in a double headscissor. 

His brothers are struggling and trying to buck him off, but Nate isn’t letting their faces get away from his briefs-clad taint. 

“Nu-uh, you two thought you could cause trouble in my house. I think some brotherly bonding with Nasty Nate’s booty is just what you two deserve.”

“Oh” FART “Ah” FART “That felt good” FART “Hah, that was a wet one” FART “Stop struggling, there’s no escaping my Nasty lock” FART “Just succumb to my Nastiness and let it send you to dreamland” FART “You’ve got no choice”

FFFFAAAARRRRTTTT

Nate goes on a farting rampage while keeping his drunk brothers locked in a head scissors. The sight is both satisfying and hot.

With every fart he rips in their faces, their struggling becomes weaker and weaker. Soon they both stop moving, both knocked out by Nate’s farts.

Nate unbinds his legs, letting his brothers remain unconscious on the floor.

He stands up, his grin broadens when he notices me bricked up. Nate leaps onto me on the couch, straddling my chest. 

“Oh, did you like the show of Nasty Nate putting his bigger brothers in their place? Does my sexy boyfriend want to take a trip to dreamland on the Nasty Lock Express?”

As much as I want to listen to my libido, my cautious side wins out. 

“Yeah, we're not doing anything like that with your brothers only a few feet away. What we do in private remains private.”

Nate sighs in defeat, knowing I’m right.

A small, impish smirk forms on Nate’s face, which doesn’t bode well for me. 

He narrows his eyes and drops a butt bomb on my chest, fucking with me.

FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVTTTTTTTTTT

“Ah, we both know these two can sleep through a hurricane when they’re drunk. Once we set them up in the guest room, you're gonna be at the mercy of Nasty Nate and his big, fat, gassy booty.”

Nate gets off of me, grinning like the Cheshire cat. He’s such a prick; he knows what he’s doing. Now, I gotta help him while I’m hard as a rock.

The two of us move his brothers into the guest bedroom and onto the bed. Victor almost pukes on me but it lands on the floor. I make Nate deal with it. They’re his brothers after all. 

I head to our bedroom, getting ready for bed. 

The soft sound of wool hitting the floor has me turning to the open bedroom door. Nate is standing at the end of the hall, completely naked. His briefs, tossed to the ground next to him.

I take in the mischievousness and desire dancing in his eyes, and the toothy grin stretching across his lips. 

Nate breaks into a dead sprint at me. His bulging arms pumping, his rock-hard pecs heaving, his hardening length slapping to and fro in between his meaty thighs. 

I stand there, wide-eyed, unable to move. 

When Nate nears me, he spins around and jumps backwards, ass-first right into my face.

I’m sacked onto the bed with Nate’s bare, titanic rump seated on my face. His doughy cheeks pour down the sides of my face, making contact with the bed. My entire head is entombed in Nate’s gargantuan ass.

I hear and feel his deep voice rumbling above me. “I hope you didn’t think you were safe. Now that I’m done with those two stooges, Nasty Nate can focus all his flatulent attention on you.”

Nate rocks his ass from side to side, and up and down, all over my face, trying to get comfortable.

I wind up with my lips kissing his pucker. I feel his hole twitch.

“Add this to my monthly, nasty contribution” FFFDDDHHHPPP “Don’t worry about the gas bill, it's on me” RRRLLLOOOMMM “Well, I guess, technically, it's on you” BBBWWWAAADDD “And it also looks like I’m pitching in with the groceries. Look at all that cake you're smothered in” VVVFFFUUUBBB “Good thing you’ve got such a sweet tooth” MMMDDD-UUURRR-OOOTTT

Nate keeps venting beefy farts into my open mouth, making my cheeks inflate with his intestinal emissions. 

I feel his ass lips open up. “NGH… Buckle up, babe, Nate is about to get real Nasty… UGH”

NICK’S POV

I still can’t believe Robbie chose that loser, Drew, over me last night. Thankfully he pulled his head out of his ass and called me later that night to apologize and asked me to come back over today. I'm definitely going to make Robbie work for my forgiveness.

I knocked on his door, and Robbie immediately opened it. He’s still shirtless and wearing the same pajama bottoms from last night.

With a guilty smile, he invites me in. Once I step inside, he shuts the door and tosses an arm over my shoulder as we head deeper into his place.

“Nick, man, I’m sorry about last night,” he apologizes.

I scoff, “Whatever, where’s your bitchy, loser of a girlfriend.” I taunt.

For a second, I think I see a glimmer of rage in his face, but with another glance, it’s gone. Probably just a trick of the eye.

“He’s upstairs; he’s still staying with us for the week. But after hanging out with him for an hour, man, you’re right; he is a total loser. I kicked his ass to the curb and told him to not bug you or me when we hangout.”

I’m grinning like a loon as we stop in the living room. I slap him on the back, proud of him. “There’s my bro that I know and love. Good to have you back. You were acting fucked up, last night.”

Robbie gives a meek shrug, and then we hear a small thump behind us. We both look over our shoulders and see Robbie’s phone on the carpet.

“Shit, I dropped my phone. Hey Nick, can you get that for me?”

“Sure, I got you,” I say as I kneel to pick up his phone. As soon as my fingers clasp his phone. Something big, bulbous, and warm covers the entire right side of my face. Startled, I turn my head, accidentally covering my entire face with the large, mysterious object.

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPP

A loud explosion goes off in my face, and the stench of rotten eggs and broccoli invades my nose. I’m immediately clued in that Robbie’s big ass is in my face and he just blasted me with a noxious Robbie Rocket.

I fall onto my ass, with my back against the wall, coughing on Robbie’s toxic fumes, filling my lungs. 

“Man, Nick, I can’t believe you’re so fuckin’ gullible. To come on over, thinking I wanted to apologize to you. And then for you to fall for the oldest trick in the book, to get your face near my ass. You made so many mistakes, and now it’s time to pay the price, old friend. I’m about to launch.”

While still coughing on the ground, I open my stinging eyes to a horrific sight. Robbie’s bent over at the waist, with his knees slightly bent, aligning his mountainous rump on height level with my face. Before I can scream ‘NO’, Robbie quickly backs up, smashing his meaty mounds into my face. 

I can’t see anything, I can only feel ass meat rubbing from left to right and up to down, all over my face. Robbie comes to a stop, and I feel his glutes flex.

RRRRRFFFFFFLLLLLLPPPPPP-BBBBBBBMMMMOOOODDDDDD

Two long and consecutive, airy farts are launched in my face. Their eggy stench has me gagging.

Robbie starts shimmying his plump booty again, taking my pinned face along for the ride.

“Nighty-night, my former bud. And sorry to say, but when you wake up, things are going to be much worse… HGH”

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MMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP

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Robbie launches a barrage of nasty butt rockets point-blank up my nose. They stink of raw sewage and Robbie’s pungent musk. It overwhelms me, and I find myself blacking out.

LATER

I groan as I come to. I try to move my arms but can’t; I try the same thing with my legs, but they are also a no-go. My eyes shoot open, and I take in that I’m in Robbie’s room, lying on his bed. I look at my limbs in horror, seeing that they are tied to the four bedposts of Robbie’s bed. I’m trapped, starfished on his mattress. 

“About time you woke up,” a voice says.

I look up and see Robbie posted against his closed door. His arms are folded, and he’s wearing a lopsided grin.

“What the fuck man? Let me out! I’m your fucking best friend!” I yell at him.

Still grinning, Robbie starts walking towards the bed.

“Come on, Nicky, you’re not that stupid. Haven’t you realized it yet? I’ve chosen Drew over you. Drew and I are gonna be tight as brothers again. And you? You’re shit outta luck.” Robbie’s words hurt and anger me.

“How can you choose that friendless loser over me, dumbass?” I seethe.

Robbie’s grin falls, and he narrows his eyes at me. “Last night, you nearly got Drew to hate me. And I come to learn that you’ve been talking shit to his face, when I wasn’t looking. You’ve done fucked up Nick because you made me mad. And you know what that means. My ass is declaring war on your face.” Robbie growls as he steps up to the bed.

I look up at Robbie, fearfully, making him smirk devilishly. 

Robbie climbs onto the bed, straddling my chest backwards, and says, “Remember last year when that nerd snitched on us for cheating on our test? After we lured him into your place, we tied him up in your bed and I farted in his face for hours. Well, now it’s your turn, Nick, hehe.” 

Robbie squats his bubble butt less than a foot above my face. It looks like the stitching of the seat of his pants is barely holding together in containing his watermelon-sized globes.

“Please Robbie,” I beg, but he ignores it.

WHUMP

I groan as Robbie drops his big ass on top of my face, burying it under his heavy, thick mounds.

“I’m locked and loaded, Nick. This is war. It’s time to launch… GGH”

BBBBBBWWWWWWWOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM

Robbie farts in my face, big time, making me gag on his skunky vapors. Robbie suddenly lifts his ass off of my face and I gasp for some untainted, cool air. As I take a breath, Robbie slams his ass down on my face, and farts into my open mouth.

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Robbie keeps doing the same routine for some time, torturing me.

Up, WHUMP… BBBBBBBBBFFFFFFLLLLLLLRRRRRR

Up, WHUMP… RRRRRRRRVVVVVVVWWWWTTTTTTTT

Up, WHUMP… MMMMMMRRRRRRROOOOPPPPPPPP

Up, WHUMP… FFFFFFFRRRRRRRAAAAAABBBBBB

After his last fart, instead of getting up, he presses his bubble butt down hard, crushing my face. I can’t breathe at all as he does this, so I start to struggle.

From above, I hear him say, “Hang on, Nick, I feel a big one coming down the pipeline. Oh, here it comes… NGH. Ah, there, it’s out to launch.”

It doesn’t make a sound, but I feel a stream of hot air vent out and warm the tip of my nose. I suddenly start thrashing and dry-heaving as I get a sniff of his silent ass wind. Robbie’s sbd’s could be classified as bioweapons. The vile stench of digested meat and sulfur ravages my lungs. 

Robbie eases off of my face forcing me to breathe in all of his putrid butt fumes.

“Not to toot my own horn, pun intended, but that was pretty good, wasn’t it?” Robbie asks, sounding cocky.

I’m too busy dying to answer.

“Oh, quit being so dramatic, here, maybe this palate cleanser will help,” Robbie says with his ass hovering just above my face.

I frown, knowing nothing good is about to happen. I’m proven right as I watch Robbie pull down the back of his slacks. His bubble butt pours out of its confines and I now have his bare, fuzzy, slightly sweaty, twin moons lording only inches above my face.

“Give my ass crack a little lick. That should help.” He suggests.

“Fuck off.” I bark, scared and disgusted as hell.

Robbie laughs, causing his beefy mountains to wobble above my face.

“Hehe, that wasn’t a request, Nicky. I’d get to licking if I were you. You don’t want me to launch a Robbie Rocket, bare-ass, in your face do ya?” He sing-songs. 

“N-no,” I answer.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Taste me.” Robbie taunts me by swaying his hips, making his bulbous cheeks jiggle and clap above me. 

I lift my head and stick my tongue out. I shiver as my tongue meets his sweaty crack; the salty, acrid taste is repulsive.

Before I can react, Robbie reaches down and spreads open his cheeks, showing off his equally sweaty pucker.

He slams his ass down on my face, entombing my head in between his brawny cheeks. What’s worse is that his asshole is pressed into my open mouth and I can’t close it.

“Haha, I can’t believe you’re this fucking gullible. I just wanted to launch into your open mouth, dumbass.”

I fearfully whimper as I feel his hole open and push outward. 

“Oh yeah you should be scared, you fuck, because I’m about to launch like mad… NGH”

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FFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMRRRRRRRDDDDDDD

PPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAMMMMMMM

MMMMMMMMDDDDDDDDBBBBBBBRRRRRRRR

Robbie keeps launching one gnarly fart after another, inflating my cheeks and lungs with his noxious wind. It seems like his farts have no end and I’m feeling sicker by the second.

“Open wide, Nicky. I’m sending a big care package down your gullet. HGH… Bombs away… NGH”

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Robbie launches a 25 second butt rocket into my open mouth, making me smell and taste his raunchy, nauseating vapors. It stinks of rotten fish and sulfur. It’s too much and I pass out as his monstrous fart comes to an end.

This isn’t right, we were best friends only a few hours ago; this shouldn’t be happening to me. That’s my last thought before everything goes black.

LATER

When I regain consciousness, the first thing I hear is Nintendo’s mascot character, Mario, yelling, ‘WHAA-HOO!’ 

That’s followed by two voices talking. 

“Man, this is weird.”

“Why? We’re just two dudes playing Mario Kart.”

“You’re excluding the fact that you’re practically naked with your bare-ass in a tied-up guy’s face.” The other voice dryly adds.

I give a muffled groan, feeling my body’s movement has been even more restricted than before. I open my eyes and immediately see why. I’m still in Robbie’s bed, lying on my back, but bound up with several long pieces of duct tape. 

My hands, ankles, thighs, and knees are wrapped together, and my arms are bound to my sides, all with duct tape.

If that wasn’t enough, Robbie is lying on top of me. His ass is facing me as he lies on my stomach, on top of my body, with his head near my knees. And it gets worse, all he’s wearing is a jockstrap. So his bare, bubbly rump is aimed right at my face.

Although his upper body is lying down, Robbie’s on his knees and pushing his ass out towards my face. Because of this, I can see his fuzz-surrounded, sweaty, and winking hole.

Drew is sitting at the end of the bed as the two play Mario Kart.

Drew looks back at me, and I try to yell, ‘Make him stop,’ but all I get out is a muffled yell, surprising me. Drew quickly looks back at the screen, and I realize that my mouth is duct tape shut. Also, I feel cloth material filling my mouth, and its taste is rank and vile.  

Robbie looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a cheeky grin. Hours ago, that grin made me laugh, telling me he was about to launch a Robbie Rocket in a nerd’s face. Now it fills me with unease.

“Hey man, how does my crusty, unwashed jockstrap taste?” Robbie asks.

I give a muffled groan, now knowing what disgusting thing is defiling my mouth.

“Hold that thought, buddy, I gotta launch… GGH”

I watch in horror as his pucker opens and presses out, a few feet from my face.

MMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRR

I’m blasted in the face with a trumpeting 6 second fart that is powerful enough to blow back my hair. It stinks of rotten eggs and onions, and has my eyes stinging. 

Both Drew and I groan simultaneously. “Come on, man, you using your Robbie Rockets as we play is so unfair,” Drew complains, making Robbie laugh.

“Haha, no it’s not because this time I have a victim in front of my ass that’ll be forced to sniff up the brunt of my butt fumes.” Robbie follows that with…

BBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP

Drew winces, “Oh damn, that’s bad Robbie.”

“Oh come on, you should be used to your best friend’s nasty butt rockets,” Robbie replies with a sly grin.

It’s humiliating that they’re just chilling and talking, while Robbie’s torturing me with his farts. I give a muffled yell, trying to get their attention.

I get Robbie’s attention, and it isn’t good. Robbie looks back at me, annoyed.

He shouts two words at me. Punctuating each one with a fart in my face.

“SHUT!… RGH” 

FFFFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMMMMVVVVVVVVVVBBBBBBB

“UP!… HGGH” 

VVVVVVVVVVVBBBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

His toxic butt vapors poisoning my lungs, has me coughing. Robbie shoots me a nasty sneer, while Drew does his best not to look at me.

Robbie gives Drew a genuine grin. “Think about it, Drew. Even though you’ll have to play while I hotbox the room with my farts, I’ll be playing two games at once. I’ll be playing Mario Kart with you, and my booty will be playing a generic first-person-shooter with Nick’s face. See, it’s perfectly fair.” 

Robbie shoots me a quick, nasty smirk as he rocks his hips, making his meaty moons ripple in front of my face.

Drew snickers, “Heh, when you put it like that, I guess it is fair.” 

Robbie’s smirk grows a little more devilish. “Since you agree that it’s fair, how about we make a little bet?”

Drew looks intrigued. “What kinda bet we talking here?”

“We play a grand prix, and if I win, we’re best friends again.”

“You can’t just declare that we’re best friends again. It doesn’t work like that, Robbie.” Drew corrects.

Undeterred, Robbie continues grinning like he’s got all the power. In a way, he does.

Drew sighs in defeat and relents. “And what do I get  if I win?” 

“Then I’ll never dutch-oven you again.”

Drew frowns, “I’ll be sleeping back in my place within a week, so all I’m winning is a few days of no dutch-ovens.”

Robbie grins knowingly. “With you living next door and us being friends again, nothing is stopping me from climbing into your room at night, and waking you up with a surprise dutch-oven.” 

Drew turns pale and goes slack-jawed. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Robbie doesn’t say anything. He just grins and…

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Robbie launches an eggy butt rocket in my face that wrecks me.

“Shit, I guess I’ve got no choice,” Drew says mostly to himself.

They proceed to play, all the while Robbie continuously rips massive Robbie Rockets in my face and taunts me.

“This red shell is for you, Drew, and this brown one's for you, Nick… GGH”

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWTTTTTTTTTTT

“Damn, I hate b-bombs! Don’t you agree, Nick?... FGH”

MMMMMMMLLLLLLLLLLLHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPP

“Ha, that's one win for me. My farting and gaming skills are unmatched… NGH”

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“Hell Yeah! Eat my dust, Drew! And you eat this, Nick… HGH”

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“I’m about to launch a power-up and Robbie Rocket at the same time, I’m hella talented… GGH”

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“There’s my second win. Let’s commemorate it with a two-fer… FGH”

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRR-HHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTT

“Heads-up, Nick, here comes a real-life blue shell… GHH”

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“Shh-ssh, both of you, be quiet and listen. This is gonna be even bigger… UGH”

VVVVVVVVVVVVVVHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRR

“There’s my third win. Bro, I’m owning you. And my ass is owning you, Nick… RGH”

PPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBB

“My thrusters are really roaring back there, Nick. I wonder if you’ll still have eyebrows when I’m done… GGH”

FFFFFFFFPPPPPPPPPPPVVVVVVVVVVVDDDDDDDDD

“How unfortunate. Drew hitting me with a green shell really angered my ass and it’s about to take it out on you Nick. I’m about to launch… NGH”

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“Fuck Yeah! I won first place in all four races. You know what that means, Drew? We’re best friends again. Let me celebrate by launching Robbie Rocket fireworks.”

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30 minutes. For the past 30 minutes Robbie’s been farting in my face non-stop. His last Robbie Rocket was the worst. It was 55 seconds long, and strong enough to blow back my hair and make his bubbly orbs flap. 

The horrendous stench of raw sewage and sweaty hole is all I can breathe in, and it has my lungs feeling like they’re on fire. I’m a coughing and gagging mess. My eyes and nose are dripping.

Through my teary eyes, I can see Robbie grinning at Drew. “You know what this means? Good game, best friend.”

Drew sighs, “A deal is a deal. But our friendship is on a probationary basis.”

Robbie flinches as if he’s been hit, looking surprised. “What?”

Drew looks Robbie in the eyes. “Robbie, please don’t tell me you’ve forgotten all you’ve done.” 

Why do I have to be here while they have this heart-to-heart talk? Why do I have to be here with Robbie’s bare bubble butt right in my face?

“You’ve got years of ignoring me and making fun of me behind my back to make up for.” Drew looks back at my hell torn face and flashes a small smirk, “But so far, you're doing a good job.”

Robbie looks over his shoulder with a cheeky grin. “Hear that, buddy, we’re doing a good job.” I'm confused about why he’s thanking me. Robbie’s grin turns devilish when his eyes connect with mine. “Oh, I was thanking my ass. But you, you’re more than welcome to choke on this. I’m about to launch… NGH”

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Robbie launches a short but loud-quacking rocket in my face. I turn and cough on his sulfuric vapors.

Drew groans, but I can hear the mirth in his tone. “Damn, Robbie that one was foul, even for you.”

“Haha, don’t blame me; it was all this big guy.” Robbie slaps his mountainous backside, making his cheeks wobble like bowls of gelatin. I cringe in disgust at the sight happening inches from my face.

“You and your butt are both at fault,” Drew starts as he stands up, “Since we’re rekindling our friendship, I’m using my right to get the hell out of here and return to the guest room. You fart-boxed your room something awful, man.”

Drew heads for the door. I thank whatever higher power is listening when Robbie gets his ass out of my face and off the bed. He rushes over and pins Drew, with his back against the wall, before he can leave. Robbie rotates his hips, pressing his butt against a restrained Drew’s side.

“Hold on, pal, you can’t escape without a complimentary Robbie Rocket. I’m about to launch… GGH”

FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVDDDDDDDD

Robbie blasts Drew’s body with a raunchy, 6 second fart. 

“So freaking gross,” Drew mutters with a grimace. 

“Ah, hold on, bro, hold on. I got another one ready for launch… FGH” 

BBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRMMMMMMMM

Robbie launches another greasy one onto Drew, making him groan. 

Watching the two of them is heartbreaking. That was Robbie and me, not even 24 hours ago. The two of us the best of friends, Robbie constantly and playfully fucking with me with his farts, and Drew just a loser of a footnote in our lives. But now, Drew’s and my roles have reversed. Robbie and Drew are now tight as thieves, or at least working up to that, and I’m the butt of the joke, literally. 

“Ew man, it may have been years since we last been close, but you’re still nasty as ever, Robbie.” Drew gripes after Robbie finally lets him go.

“Oh, that's how you want to be? Then take this,” Robbie spins around and bends over, aiming his butt at the open door Drew his walking towards.

PPPPPPPVVVVVVVUUUUUUUUBBBBBB

Robbie fires off a bubbly fart into the door way that Drew has to walk through. Drew coughs and gags as he wades through his noxious fumes.

“Look at you, willingly walking through my shitty fart cloud. Who’s the nasty one now?” Robbie teases, a cheeky grin stretches across his lips as he wafts the air behind his ass towards Drew.

“You’re such an asshole,” Drew calls out as he stumbles into the freedom of the hallway. How I wish I could join him in the hallway and walk myself out of this hellish nightmare.

“I love you, too, fart-face. That insult will become completely true when I launch a surprise Robbie Rocket into your face later tonight. And you’ll never know when it’s coming.” Robbie sing-songs before slamming the door. I hear Drew groaning in despair through the wood.

Speaking of despair, that’s what I feel in the pit of my stomach. I’m alone in a room, bound, with a gassy Robbie, who’s only in a jockstrap.

Robbie turns to me. His grin broadens into a more toothy and dangerous one. And the malicious glint I see shining in his eyes sends a shiver up my spine. He starts prowling towards me, tied up on the bed, like a sleek predator.

“Nicky, Nicky, Nicky,” Robbie shakes his head, “You know how angry I get with assholes who mess with people I care for. Hell, you should remember the shit I’ve done to people who fucked with you.”

I’m hit with warm nostalgia as I think about such a time last year. Some dude was spreading rumors about me. In the cafeteria in front of ¼ of the school, while the guy was eating lunch, Robbie pulled up his pants, giving himself a slight wedgie. Robbie stuck his big butt in the guy’s face and ripped a huge fart.

“Nick, you went too far last night. You should’ve known this would happen.” Robbie gets onto the bed and stands up, and starts walking up my body, “You’ve been fucking with Drew behind my back. You snitched, telling Drew all the bullshit I said about him in the past, even though you know I didn’t mean it. You nearly derailed my attempt to mend my most important friendship.” Robbie stops when his feet are planted on either side of my shoulders. “Since last night, my stomach has been brewing up so much gas in rage. My butt is desperate to waterboard you with my butt funk. Any last words?”

“Please, Robbie, I was doing right by you. Being friends with that loser would make you a loser by association. I was helping you.” I desperately plead my case.

In a rare and frightening change, Robbie isn’t smiling. He looks stoic, and the air is thick with his lingering farts and his fury.

“Well, congrats, “Robbie turns around. Towering high, over my face is his bare, protruding globes framed perfectly by the straps of his jock. “In helping me, you helped yourself to this...”

Robbie pulls his legs out from beneath him, his huge rump comes crashing down onto my face. His doughy moons smother my pain-filled grunt. It feels like two asteroids, covered in flesh, crash-landed on my face.

My head feels like it’s being flattened by so much ass fat and muscle. Most of my face is being squeezed in the sweaty, musky valley between his pillowy orbs. 

I hear Robbie’s voice rumbling from above me, “Hey Nicky, it might be dark in my ass, but I have some news that will brighten the situation. All this time, I’ve been taking pics and videos of you’re face all up in my big gassy ass. I’m going to be sending it to everyone at school. You’re gonna be famous, my former friend.” Robbie congratulates with a mock cheer.

This is when I break. I start crying with my face still swallowed up by his big butt. Straight up bawling. I wish I could go back in time. I wish I could have just been friends with Drew. The three of us could’ve been a tight-knit crew. But now, I’m going to be the lonely loser. My life is going to be ruined, and it is all my fault.

“Oh, no need to cry, Nicky. I’ve brewed up another one of your favorites.” FART “Oh yeah, breathe that in.” FART “Robbie Rockets are the only air you’re gonna get for a long while.” FART “Damn I’m a nasty bastard, haha.” FART “Buckle up my former best friend, NGH… I’ll be launching all night long… UGH”  

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A loud sound wakes me up. I immediately notice that my boyfriend of 6 months, Diego, is gone. We’ve been dating around 4 months and this is the first night he’s sleeping over.

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Another loud sound comes from somewhere in my apartment. I climb out of bed to investigate and find Diego. 

Diego is one of the hottest men I’ve ever met. He’s Mexican with a strong body and broad shoulders. He has short black hair and emerald eyes. He’s taller than me at 6 foot 1. He also has a firm and muscular bubble butt; his basketball-sized globes are bigger than my head.

Earlier today, or well yesterday since it’s two in the morning, he took me on a date to Six Flags. There, he won me a huge, stuffed Roadrunner by ringing the bell on the strongman hammer game. It's about 2/3 my size. He also won himself a similar sized Wile E. Coyote.

My search ends in the living-room and I’m not prepared for what I find. Diego’s on his hands and knees, on the couch, still only wearing a tight pair of gray briefs that can barely contain his pumpkin-sized globes.

My Roadrunner doll is just behind him. He has a hand on the back of its head, keeping its face pressed against his ass.

I hear Diego say, “Take it. Take my stink!”

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I'm shocked as I witness Diego rip a 5 second fart in the doll's face. Since we’ve started dating, Diego has never once passed gas in front of me. I wasn’t expecting this.

“Uh, Diego, what are you doing?” I ask.

He doesn’t respond to my question. Instead, he grounds his ass on the doll's face and says, “Yeah, how was that?”

I keep calling his name as I come closer, but he's not answering me.

As I get close, I notice his eyes are partially closed and look vacant. 

He also sounds different. He’s talking a bit slower and almost slurring his words.

“How was that Ry? Do you like how I stink you? Well too bad, I'm not finished.”

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Wait, he thinks the doll is me?

“Diego!” I say louder, but to no avail. He's still blasting the doll with farts.

FFFHHHWWWPPP

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BBBLLLRRRDDD

Maybe he's sleepwalking? I think to myself.

I wave a hand in front of his face. No reaction. Holy shit, he's really sleepwalking. 

Why didn’t he tell me about this? What am I supposed to do? Should I try to wake him up? Should I leave him to fart all over my stuffed doll? And why am I not repulsed by this?

I stand over Diego, watching him butt bomb his prize for me like it’s his job. 

I guess I should try to wake him up. I think.

I place a hand on his shoulder and give him a shake. “Wake up, Diego.”

It doesn't work.

“You'll never get my stink off you, Ry.”

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He rips a chain of farts on the stuffed doll.

I kneel down and grab the leg of the Roadrunner doll. I give it a hard yank, pulling it out of Diego’s hand and away from his ass. Hopefully, this will wake him up.

I’m caught off guard when he reaches out and grabs me by the back of the neck. Before I can react, my face is being shoved against his big ass, smothering me with his doughy mounds.

I give a muffled protest.

“You ain’t escaping that easy. You’re gonna-” Diego punctuates his every next word with a fart.

“Take… HGH”

MMMMMMMBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT

“My… GGH”

BBBBBBBBVVVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP

“Stink… FGH” 

VVVVVVVVVVDDDDDDDDDUUUUUUUUBBBBBBB

Diego pumps three trumpeting farts up my nose. His thin briefs do little to filter his fumes.

I’m coughing and gagging on the stench of rotten eggs and spices. His pillowy orbs muffle my distress.

Keeping my face in his backside, Diego rocks his hips, shaking his meaty rump on my face. 

I try to pull away, but even in his sleep, Diego’s muscles easily overpower me. 

“You’re in for it now, Ry. I’m about to stink you real bad, and there’s no saving you… NGH”

FFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWOWOOOOOOOPPPPPPPP

Diego rips a 45 second, behemoth-of-a-fart pointblank in my face. His fart is so powerful that it has his cheeks and my face vibrating.

The stench is unimaginable. The smell of raw sewage mixed with Diego’s personal brand of musk, overwhelms me, and I find myself blacking out.

I'm lying on the couch when I wake up. Diego’s hard chest is pressing against my back as he spoons me. 

I look over my shoulder when I feel him stir awake. He gives me a sleepy smile. 

“Good morning, baby.” He says before kissing me. 

Diego frowns as he looks around. “Huh? Weren't we sleeping in your bedroom?” He then shrugs, brushing it off.

I’m guessing he has no memories from when he was sleepwalking. 

I offer to cook breakfast and he’s onboard. I make us pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

As we eat, I subtly question Diego. “Hey Diego, do you remember anything about last night?”

He shoots me a sly grin. “I remember railing you four or five times before we finally fell asleep.” He teases.

“You were incredible.” I say. I guess that proves he doesn’t remember.

“Say Diego, are you a gassy person?” I ask. He raises an inquisitive eyebrow. I shrug, “I’m just curious if you fart a lot.”

He speaks after swallowing his mouthful of food, “I usually am, but not so much anymore, for some reason.” he then laughs, “Haha, my old roommate once told me that I farted so much in my sleep.” his eyes suddenly widen, “Wait! Was I farting in my sleep last night?” He asks.

“Well you did rip a huge fart that woke me up. I’m talking about one that had the whole couch shaking." I fib, only referring to his massive, final fart that knocked me out.

He gives me a sheepish grin, “Sorry Ry, I guess I rip some major ass in my sleep.”

I lean over and kiss him on the lips. “It's fine. In fact I find it cute.” 

To add some levity, Diego leans to the side and poots. “Ah, there, I'm extra cute this morning.” 

Although it makes me laugh, I feel myself blushing.

Before Diego leaves we make plans to see a movie next Friday. Afterwards he'll spend another night.

I chose not to tell him about his sleepwalking. He's never mentioned it so maybe this was a one time thing.

If I'm being frank, I have my own dilemma. Several times this week, I’ve stroked myself off thinking about Diego farting on me. I’m kinda scared about what that means.

NEXT FRIDAY NIGHT

Diego and I had another awesome date. We bought subs and snuck them into the movies. 

We return to my place after and head straight to the bedroom. I swear, Diego fucks like a man possessed. 

Like deja vu, I’m awoken by… FFFFFBBBBBVVVVVVTTTTTT… It came from the kitchen.

The spot next to me in bed is empty. I leave the room to go find Diego.

I spot Diego in the kitchen. He's standing there in only a pair of white underwear. My gaze is locked on his bulbous orbs that are stretching the fabric of his underwear, obscenely.  His glutes flex and twitch as he reaches into the cupboard, and pulls out an open box of cereal.

He brings the box down, behind him, and tilts the opening just beneath his ass crack.

“Oh yeah, Ry’s even gonna have to taste my stink.” Diego says in a sleepy, monotone voice that indicates he’s sleepwalking.

BBBBPPPP-VVVVVVOOOOO-HHHHHHDDDDD

After tainting my cereal with a series of farts, Diego re-shelves them and takes out a half eaten package of Oreos. He unseals them and brings them just under his bum.

“Gonna lay my stink on all of his food.”

PPPPTTTT-HHHHRRRRR

Diego rips two short and loud farts on the cookies before returning them.

Diego's skunky vapors permeate throughout the room, arousing me. Oh hell, I’m into Diego's farts!

Diego turns to look in my direction. His eyes are heavy-lidded and vacant.

Diego heads my way to, unfortunately, just walk past me. But he must subconsciously notice me because at the last second, he pauses, sticks out his ass, and fart on my hip.

“Ah, take it, Ry. Love stinking you up good.” He sleepily taunts.

I'm hard as a rock.

Diego continues to his true objective: my refrigerator. He opens the refrigerator door and turns around.

My eyes go wide. He isn’t going to...?

Diego arches his back, jutting his bubbly ass into my open refrigerator. He clenches his jaw and in a strained voice, mutters, “Gonna make Ry love the taste of my stink once I'm done. Nowhere here is safe from my butt... NGH"

VVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPP

Diego pushes out a 30 second, monstrous fart. He swivels his hips, ensuring to sprays all my food with his ass funk. I have some kale in there, and I see his ass wind blowing its leaves back. The vegetable looks like it’s in a wind tunnel.

Diego sighs in relief and shuts the door, trapping everything inside; letting all my food marinate in his noxious fart cloud. 

Diego's nowhere near finished. He opens the microwave door and farts into it. He then opens up my silverware drawers and farts into them. He then proceeds to fart on every plate and bowl I own.

I come to a startling realization. Diego lied. He is gassy but holds it all in when I'm around. However, he doesn't deal with the same issue when he's sleepwalking.

Once Diego’s turned my kitchen into a noxious wasteland, he sleepwalks right up to me. When there's a foot of space between us, he turns around. 

Diego reaches back, grabs a handful of his left butt cheek, and gives it a shake, making the fleshy ball jiggle like gelatin. 

“Get on down there, Ry. It’s time for me to stink up your face.” Diego orders.

So he knows who I am while sleepwalking. But he won’t remember any of this. I process.

I must be taking too long because Diego twists around, places his hands on my shoulders, and forces me to my knees. He then turns back around putting his dump-truck of an ass right in my face. He then grabs the back of my head.

“I said it’s time to stink up your face. You’ve got no choice.”

With that, he smothers my face in his doughy, fat cakes.

BBBBBWWWWWWWPPPPTTTTTTT

“You're face is in for a mean stinking.”

RRRRRRVVVVVVVLLLLLLDDDDDD

“Oh that was extra wet, just for you, Ry.”

MMMMUUUUUUUBBBBBBPPPPPPP

“I'm gonna make your face stink like my ass for a week.”

VVVVVVVTTTTTTTWWWWBBBBBB

He blasts me in the face with some lethal, eggy farts that have me coughing.

I nearly fall but catch myself when Diego starts walking. He doesn’t release the grip on the back of my head. I’m forced to crawl behind him with my face glued to his big ass. 

I don’t know where we are going, but every few steps, Diego rips a trumpeting poot in my face.

BBHH, VVBB, RRMM, FFPP, MMTT, PPDD

I'm unsure of where we are, but while still kneeling, Diego tilts my head back. The back of my head rests on something soft. Diego’s thick cakes follow, sitting on my upturned face. My head is now sandwiched between Diego’s ass and whatever is beneath it.

Through all that ass meat on top of me, I hear, “There's no escaping my farting ass, Ry. I'm about to make you stink." he then starts grunting and straining.

FFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPP

A 40 second explosion erupts out of Diego’s ass, point-blank in my face. The smell is horrendous. It stinks of digested meat and raw sewage. The stench overwhelms my sense of smell, causing me to pass out. 

I wake up to Diego calling my name. He's kneeling in front of me with a worried expression. I’m sitting on the bedroom floor with my back against the bed.

“Ryan, I don’t know why you’re sleeping on the floor, but get into bed. I’m gonna pick us up some breakfast, you get some rest.” Diego orders. I obey him without resistance; I’m so tired.

I climb into bed and get some more sleep. 

Diego wakes me up an hour later. We eat our breakfast on my couch.

“So why were you sleeping on the floor?” Diego asks as we eat.

I decide to evade his question with a truth.

“Did you know that you sleepwalk?”

Diego’s eyebrows rise into his hairline. “Was I sleepwalking last night?”

I nod, “Yeah, you were. Why didn’t you tell me you sleepwalked?”

“Because I haven’t for over a decade. Last time I did it was when I was a teen. I would sleepwalk into the living-room and hump the couch.” Diego explains, looking uncomfortable, “We went to a specialist and worked out why I was sleepwalking. It was because I was hiding a big secret. When I told my parents I was gay, it stopped.”

My brow furrows, “So you're sleepwalking because you're keeping a secret from me?” I figure out loud.

Diego’s body jerks. “N-no, I don’t think so.” He stammers, obviously lying.

I can’t be mad. I don’t have the right since I’m also keeping secrets.

“Diego.” I chastise, making him flinch. To get himself off the hook, Diego lunges at me and ravages my mouth with his tongue. He then pounds me into the couch, before making his escape.

We decide to have a date night at Diego’s place, next Friday.

NEXT FRIDAY

For our date tonight, we’re watching an action/romance movie and eating Chinese takeout. But something's wrong. Diego's being distant with me.

Half way through the movie, I pause it. “Alright Diego, what’s going on with you?” I call him out.

Diego won't look me in the eyes. “I think we should break up.” He says, making my stomach drop.

“What? Why?” I cry.

When Diego looks up at me, I see the pain in his eyes. “Ry, after what happened last week, I recorded myself sleeping. I watched myself farting all over my Wile E. Coyote stuffed animal, believing that it was you.” 

His expression hardens, “Ry, have I been farting on you when I’m sleepwalking? Is that why you asked me if I was gassy two weeks ago? I want the truth.”

In truth, I was going to come clean about everything tonight. He's troubled, not knowing what he's doing at night; and here I am, getting pleasure from it. I feel guilty and am disgusted with myself.

“Yeah Diego, you’ve been farting on me when you were sleepwalking.” 

Diego looks miserable, “That's why I’m ending this. You don’t deserve this, Ry. I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. It’s me who-” I try, but am interrupted by Diego.

“No Ry, you don’t understand. This is on me.” Diego licks his lips nervously, “I have been keeping a secret from you. That's why I'm sleepwalking again. The truth is that farting on my partners turns me on. And I want to fart on you so much."

I can’t believe my ears. I could cry from happiness. “Diego, I-”

Diego interrupts me again. “I already know that’s completely gross. You don’t have to say it. That’s why we’re breaking up.” He sighs before standing up. 

“Diego! Will you shut up and let me talk!” I exclaim, startling him.

I grab him by the arm, and pull him down so he is sitting down next to me again. 

“Diego, I'm the one who needs to apologize. I should have told you about your sleepwalking from the start. Instead I was being selfish. I put the pleasure I got from you farting on me before your well being. For that I'm so sorry."

Diego looks taken aback. “Ry, wh-what are you saying?”

“Diego, I love when you fart on me. It gets me hard as hell. If you still want to break up, I’ll respect your decision. But if we stay together I’m begging you to stop holding back your gas. I don't want to just be your boyfriend. Please make me your fart-sniffer. Please make me your fart-cushion.”

Diego’s breathing heavier. “Ry, you better not be lying. You're playing with fire right now, baby.” He warns.

“Diego, do you know what you told me constantly when you farted on me in your sleep?”

Diego shakes his head.

“You kept saying that you were gonna ‘stink me’ or ‘make me take your stink’.”

Diego groans in lust.

I lean in, brushing my lips against his. I softly whisper, “Diego, please stink me.”

Diego closes his eyes and starts haggardly breathing for a few seconds. When his eyes pop open he flashes me a dark grin.

"Ry, my big, nasty booty is gonna stink you like you've never imagined."

Diego quickly gets up and stands in between my legs, right in front of me. He then spins around, showing-off his bubble butt. Its girth is being accentuated by his black sweats. They look painted on his basketball-sized slabs. 

Diego bends over at the waist, pushing his cakes out, right in my face. 

My vision is completely dominated by Diego’s gargantuan ass. I watch as his cheeks flex and then relax.

PPPPPPPPPVVVVVVVVVRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT

Diego vents a 15 second, thunderous fart right in my face. It’s so powerful that it has the seat of his sweats flapping, and it blows back my hair. The stench of digested meat and methane brings me to tears and has me gagging.

“Ah, smelly enough for you?” Diego teases.

“Yes Diego, I love it. Please don't stop.” I beg.

Diego starts to seductively sway his hips, causing his pillowy orbs to bounce and wobble, from left to right.

“Earlier, you said you wanted to be my fart-sniffer. Then prove it. Dig your nose into my crack.” Diego commands.

Without hesitation, I thrust my face forward, burying my nose in between his sweats-covered ass-melons. 

Diego reaches back and spreads his cheeks through his slacks, sinking my entire face in between them. 

“You talk a good game about being my fart-sniffer, but let's see if you're really up to the task. I’m launching my stink right at ya… FGH”

BBBBBFFFFFWWWWWPPPPPP

MMMMMMMBBBBBBFFFFFTTTTTTT

RRRRRRVVVVVVLLLLLLLFFFFFFFF

Diego blasts me with three, consecutive, beefy farts. I desperately sniff up his skunky vapors, moaning as I do it.

Diego pulls my face out of his ass. When I look up, I see him looking back down at me, over his shoulder. He has an impish grin.

“Holy shit, you weren’t kidding. You love my farts.” 

I nod, “I do. I can never get enough of them.” 

Diego cheekily grins. He sticks his ass out a bit and poots on my nose.

I inhale, savoring the eggy stench. 

“Mmm, I could worship your godly ass and farts forever.” I moan.

“I like the sound of that.” Diego says before grabbing the waistband of his sweats and pulling them down. 

I gasp as his fleshy moons pour out of the prison of his pants and jiggle out into the open, right in front of my face. His cheeks are big, round, pale, sprinkled with black hairs, and slightly damp with sweat.

Diego reaches back, cups the bottom of his round globes, and starts bouncing them. I almost blow at the sexy sight. “You think you have what it takes to worship all this ass?” Diego stops jiggling his ass to spread his cheeks, revealing his hair-surrounded pucker, “To worship my godly, shitty hole?”

“Yes, please!” I cry.

“‘Yes, please.’ who?” Diego questions with a steely, dominant voice.

“Yes, please sir!”

“Good boy.” Diego praises.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Worship my ass. Worship my ass until you suffocate!” Diego growls.

Diego thrusts his hips back, submerging my face in his swampy, cavernous crack. The back of my head meets the back of the couch, sealing my face away, unable to escape.

MMMMMMMMLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOBBBBBB

“Ah, I’ve been holding that one in for a bit. You’re welcome.”

RRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTT

“I'm not feeling any worshiping going on, back there, fart-sniffer. My big, benevolent ass is waiting.”

VVVVVVVVVBBBBBBBB-OOOOOOOPPPPPPPP

Getting blasted in the face by the source of his manly pheromones drives me wild. I bring up my hands and start feeling all over his bare, bubbly mounds. I stick my tongue out and start licking at his slightly sweaty pucker.

I both feel and hear Diego’s deep moan all around me.

“Oh that’s a good worshiper. Your talented mouth deserves a good stinking.”

BBBBBFFFFHHHHHTTTTT

Diego pumps an airy, 5 second fart into my open mouth that inflates my cheeks.

I moan as the acrid taste coats my tongue and his hellish fumes fill my lungs. This spikes my arousal, causing me to eat him out feverishly.

To reward my enthusiasm, Diego continues to rocket farts down my gullet.

BBBVVVPPPDDD “Oh yeah, can you handle my stink?” RRRLLLUUUTTT “There's a good worshiper, swallow my godly farts.” PPPOOOHHHFFF “Color me impressed. You’re a good fart-sniffer. Now let's see how you are at being a fart-cushion.” FFFFDDDD-PPPPRRRR

Diego flexes his ass-boulders, turning them into steel. With a twist of his hips, I'm tugged off the couch and fall to my knees, on the floor.

I feel his cheeks relax, followed by…

MMMMMMMVVVVVVVHHHHHHHBBBBBBB

An explosive fart, jettisons me out of Diego's ass. It knocks me to the floor, on my back. I’m coughing on his toxic fart cloud surrounding my face.

When my blurry vision clears, I find a completely naked Diego straddling my chest backwards. His meaty spheres protrude over my face, eclipsing it in their shadow.

Diego’s signature ass musk seeping from his swampy crack is seductively hypnotizing. 

Diego shuffles back, lording his huge butt right over my face.

“Are you sure about this? Last chance, fart-cushion.” Diego warns.

“Please use me as your fart-cushion, sir.”

WHAM

Diego sits down, burying my face in between his mountainous cheeks. His doughy globes flow over the sides of my face, completely entombing it in his canyon of a crack.

Diego's cheeks flex and rock from side-to-side as he gets comfortable on my face.

“Good luck, fart-cushion. See you on the other side… GGH”

VVVVVVVHHHHHHHHWWWWWWPPPPPPPP

Diego blasts me with a sulfuric smelling fart that washes over my face, making me gag.

“Oh wait, wait. Ah, I needed that.”

MMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT

“My shitty hole isn’t done with you yet, fart-cushion.”

FFFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP

“Having trouble breathing down there? Here’s some air, fart-cushion.”

BBBBBBBBDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFFF

“Uh-oh, here comes the big one. Lips on hole, fart-cushion. We’re gonna finish this off with a bang... NGH”

Doing as he commands, I lock lips with his ass lips. I feel his hole open and press out.

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT

Diego pumps a 50 second monster down my throat, inflating my lungs with his noxious ass wind. This fart has my entire upper body quaking. It stinks of brimstone and sweat. 

This fart does me in. I shoot in my boxers just before passing out.

I come to as Diego lies me in his bed.

He smiles fondly before lowering himself on top of me, pinning me to the bed with his bigger body.

He slots our mouths together, kissing me deeply. 

After a few moments, we pull away, breathing heavily. 

“Thank you, Ry. That was incredible.”

“I should be thanking you for introducing me to a kink I never knew I had. And all while you were sleepwalking.” I joke.

Diego’s face flushes with embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry about all that. But now that I've revealed my secrets, I don’t think I’ll be sleepwalking anymore.”

"I don’t know how to feel about that. While you were sleepwalking, I loved how much you farted on me. I hope that’s not all in the past.” I hint, teasing Diego.

A sexy grin forms on Diego’s lips. “Oh there’s no need to worry about that. If you thought I was gassy when I was asleep, then you’re in for a shock, fart-sniffer.” Diego scrunches up his face and arches his back, extending his big butt into the air.

BBBBBBBRRRRRWWWWWWPPPPPPP

FFFFFFFWWWWWWWLLLLLLLTTTTTT

VVVVVVVHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBB

PPPPPPPUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDMMMMMMM

I stare in awe and fear as Diego keeps pushing out one massive fart after another. The room is already thick with his ass funk.

“Shouldn't have poked the bear, babe. Now I’m gonna keep you trapped under me, and keep on farting for the next hour or two. Hold on to your nose, little man, you’re in for a wild, stinky ride… UGH”

This is my first ever college party, and man is it intense. A frat rented out a big ass mansion and is hosting a Halloween costume party. This party is insane.

Girls are scantily dressed, showing off their cleavage and curves. While guys are wearing costumes that show-off their muscles and bulges. 

I feel completely under-dressed in my old-timey prisoner’s outfit. I'm wearing a white and black striped pair of pants, shirt, and prisoner's cap.

I’ve never been to a party like this. There's so much alcohol and other substances.

There must be hundreds, maybe even thousands of people at this party. Apparently every student in the university was invited.  

This huge mansion seems to go on forever. There are so many rooms, and each one is loud with people. And that’s not counting the many bedrooms that have couples going at it. I also may have walked in on an orgy.

I need some time to myself. This party is overwhelming.

After walking for 20 minutes I find an empty recreational room. There's a pool table in the middle of the room and a loveseat against the wall. 

I sit down and take a breath. 

As I’m calming down my vision is suddenly dominated by a wall of blue. 

PPPPPPWWWWWWWHHHHHHFFFFFFF

What sounds and feels like a miniature explosion goes off in my face. It lasts for five seconds, blowing my hair back. Next thing I know, a rancid, paint-peeling stench assaults my nose. It stinks of rotten eggs and spices. 

I put two and two together and realize that I’m staring at a huge ass and someone just farted in my face.

My watery eyes travel upward and upward, taking in the guy who just farted in my face. This guy’s a monster. He’s about 6 foot 5. Like 230 pounds of mostly muscle, and some fat. And the guy’s ass, which is still in my face, is big as hell. It’s like he has two basketballs stuffed in the back of his pants.

The guy’s wearing all blue, dressed as a police officer. He looks down at me, over his shoulder, flashing a wide, impish grin. Damn, he’s handsome.

“Ah, take that, perp. Looks like this officer caught an escaping prisoner.” The guy teases.

“Wh-why’d you do that?” I ask, caught completely off guard.

He shrugs, “You’re alone. I thought you could use some company. Also most of my closest friendships started with me farting in their faces. I’m hoping for the same result here.” 

He turns to face me. I swallow thickly, trying to keep my eyes on his, and not on his impressive bulge that’s right in my face.

He takes a seat next to me and offers me his hand, “Hey man, I’m Alex.”

I shake his hand, “David.”

With a grin, Alex points out our costumes. “It’s wild how our costumes go with each other. It’s like we’re a couple who planned this. To play my part I better keep an eye and ass on my escaped prisoner.”

With my hand still in his he stands up, and tosses a leg over my arm, putting his bubble butt right in my face. I try to pull away but his grip on my hand tightens so I can’t escape. I hear him grunt.

FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPBBBBBB

Alex farts in my face a second time. It stinks as bad as the first one. I try to pull away but he won’t let me go. “Nu-uh. My partner, Officer Booty, isn't done with you… NGH”

BBBBBBBFFFFFFF-PPPPPPPPTTTTTTT

Alex rips two consecutive, high-pitched farts in my face. The eggy stench I’m forced to inhale has my lungs feeling like they are on fire. 

Alex finally releases my hand and sits back down next to me, laughing his ass off.

“Jeez, what did you eat that made you so gassy today?” I ask after my coughing fit dies down.

“Haha, there’s no secret, Davey. I just always got to fart.”

I hear a chime jingle coming from Alex’s pocket. He pulls out his phone and reads the text he just received. “Ha, I’m kicking my brothers’ asses in this competition.” He cheers.

“Um, what?” I’m confused.

Alex looks back at me. “Oh, I’m in a competition with my frat brothers right now. Whoever farts on the most people here, in an hour wins.” He admits proudly, giving me a slight boner. I have a huge fart fetish.

“Oh, are you part of the frat hosting this party?” I ask.

He shakes his head, “Naw, I’m part of Delta Phi.”

“I don’t think I know that frat.”

Alex shrugs, “Our frat is pretty secretive and exclusive.”

“So how ahead are you?” I question.

“My friend Zack, who’s in second place, texted that he’s farted on 26 people as of now. But I’ve farted on 57.”

My jaw drops. “How did you manage to fart on so many people so fast?”

“Easy. The football team paid for a bus to take them from the athlete’s dorm to here. I snuck on. When we parked out front, I ripped a monster of a butt bomb on the bus before anyone could escape. It was really bad, it even brought me to tears, but more importantly, it knocked out everyone on the bus.” Alex recounts, slapping his knee as he laughs.

“After that it was simply going from row to row, farting in each of their knocked out faces. And of course, I didn’t spare the unconscious bus driver from the same fate, haha.”

His gassy retelling is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

“Man, you and your frat must be the gassiest people alive.” 

“Ha, actually being gassy as fuck is a requirement to join Delta Phi. You have to fart 100 times in 24 hours to be accepted.”

Alex flashes me a cocky smirk. “I farted 100 times in only two hours. To this day, my record is unbeaten. Not to toot my own horn, pun intended,” Alex leans away from me, lifting his left butt cheek off the seat and aiming his crack at me. PBBT. He blasts me with an airy poot that stinks of rotten eggs.

“Ah, haha, not to toot my own horn but no one is a challenge to me when it comes to farting. My brothers may be farting masters, but I’m a farting god, haha.” Alex brags.

“Anyway, farting on everyone on that bus got me to 48. Then I farted on 8 more people on my way here.” Alex’s grin broadens, “And you were number 57, buddy.”

“Do you get multiple points since you farted on me multiple times?” I ask.

"Nope, only a single point per person you fart on."

“Then why have you been farting on me so much?” I ask. Personally I'm not complaining.

“For two reasons. One: I’m giving my frat bros a fighting chance to try and catch up. And two: farting on you is fun.” 

Before I can react, he jumps up, spins around, and bends over, jutting his ass into my face. He moves so quickly that his fat, uniform-clad globes wobble when he comes to a stop.

RRRRRRWWWWWWWAAAAAPPPPPP

He blasts me in the face with a trumpeting fart. He snickers as he sits back down while I gag on his raunchy fumes.

A torturous/arousing idea comes to mind. I’m already blurting it out before I can stop myself. “Hey if you want a handicap, I've got an idea. How about we walk around together? For the next while, everytime you fart on someone you also have to fart on me right after. Would that make it more challenging for you?” 

I’m internally berating myself. I’m practically screaming that I have a farting fetish. This is gonna weird him out.

To my surprise he hugely grins. “Dude, that’s an awesome idea! Every two farts will earn me a single point. This is gonna scare the shit out of my frat brothers; they already think my ass is possessed, haha.” 

Excited, Alex grabs me by the hand, pulls me to my feet, and leads us out the room. 

We step out to a pathetic sight. Some drunk guy is on his knees, puking into the pot of a fake tree. 

I follow Alex as he walks up to the guy. He spins around and squats his ass just above the back of the guy's head. ‘Here man, this should help you get all that out of your system… GGH”

PPPPPPPLLLLLLLLVVVVVBBBBBBB

Alex rips a growling fart on the back of the guy’s head. I’m not even sure he realizes what just happened, but he does groan. I can understand why as I get a whiff of Alex’s noxious emission. 

Alex sighs in relief before stepping up to me. He wheels around, and presses his caked-up backside against my hip. “Your turn, buddy… HGH”

BBBBBBRRRRRVVVVVMMMMMM

Alex rips ass on me, coating me in a tear-inducing fart cloud, making me gag.

“Do you really think you have enough gas to match every fart on someone else with a fart on me?” I accidentally wonder out loud.

Alex looks slightly perturbed. “Davey, I’m gonna make you a believer and wish you never thought of this idea. You’ll never forget the smell of my swampy ass.” 

He gestures towards my outfit, “And you’re gonna have to burn that costume. You’re never gonna get the stench of my farts out of them. Just pray that my butt stink isn’t baked into your body for too long.” Alex finishes, completely serious. I tinker with the waistband of my slacks, trying to make my semi less noticeable. 

Alex nods his head down the hall. “Let’s go, Davey. Officer Booty has more victims to claim.” He gives his big ass a slap, making his fleshy moons ripple sexily in his blue pants.

We keep walking and come up to three guys. Two jocks have a guy cornered and are bullying him. The jocks are dressed as cowboys. The cornered one is thin with coke-bottle glasses. He is dressed in a wizard’s robe. 

“Haha dude, are you wearing a dress?” Cowboy 1 asks.

“Oh man, that’s so gay, haha.” Laughs Cowboy 2.

“This is a magical robe. I’m dressed as my D&D character-”

Cowboy 2 interrupts, “Oh dude, what a fucking nerd! Haha.” making the two jocks laugh.

Alex walks up behind the two, joining in on their laughter. Wow, Alex is much bigger than those two.

The two turn to Alex with welcoming grins, believing he's a similar-thinking jock. 

“Haha dude, this nerd is dressed ridiculously. Am I Right?” Cowboy 1 says to Alex.

“Actually I’m laughing at the two of your costumes. I mean who comes as fart-faces, haha.” Alex corrects them.

The two stop laughing and look at eachother confused. That’s when Alex strikes.

He spins around and then reaches back, knocking off both of the jocks’ cowboy hats. Then he grabs the top of both of their heads with either hand.

Not wasting a moment, Alex pulls down the head of Cowboy 1 and shoves his face into his big posterior. Alex cocks his right leg and narrows his eyes.

DDDDDDDVVVVVVUUUUUUTTTTTT

After farting in his face, Cowboy 1’s body convulses before going limp. Once Alex releases his hold, Cowboy 1 falls to the ground, unconscious.

Witnessing this Cowboy 2 starts to struggle. Alex is too physically strong; he casually pulls his head down. 

“Oh no, you’re not getting away from this.” Alex declares before wedging his face in between his protruding cakes.

RRRRRRRWWWWWWWOOOOOOBBBBB

Cowboy 2 follows his friend to dreamland after Alex farts in his face as well.

The nerd witnessed all that transpired with wide eyes and a hanging jaw. Once his two bullies are downed he gives Alex a tentative smile. “Thanks for your help.”

“Oh don’t thank me yet. Especially with what I’m about to make you smell.”

I watch as the nerd’s face goes pale; looking more scared than before. All he can do is flatten himself against the wall as Alex takes a few steps backwards. Only a foot of space separates Alex’s dump truck from his next victim.

Alex leans forward, and with both hands, pushes down on his stomach. “Little dude, to put it in words you’ll understand, this fart is about to do critical damage to your sense of smell.” Alex scrunches up his face and grunts.

FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWPPPPPPPP

Alex blasts the poor guy with a 10 second long, wet-sounding fart. The nerd’s face turns red as he starts choking on Alex’s intestinal vapors. After a few seconds his eyes roll into the back of his head, losing consciousness. He slides down the wall, landing on his ass, on the floor, passed out.

Alex flashes me a lopsided grin. He shuffles back, sealing the guy's face in between his bubbly backside and the wall. “I don’t want you to hide behind a technicality that I farted at him and not on him. So I’m gonna make sure to drop this bad boy right on his face.”

PPPPRRRR-UUUUTTTTT

Alex rips two back-to-back, short but loud farts in the unconscious guy’s face.

Although I’m extremely turned on, I frown at Alex. “Come on Alex, the guy was already getting bothered by those two. Did he really deserve that?”

Alex’s grin turns devious as he prowls towards me. I start backing away in alarm. Every step he takes forward I take a step back. This cat and mouse game ends when my back hits the wall. 

Alex stops right in front of me. He turns around and backs his pillowy bum into my lower stomach. Thanks to our height difference he avoids my boner.

“59” BBBBBBPPPPPPPLLLLLLRRRRRR

“60” DDDDDDFFFFFFFHHHHHHMMMMM

“And 61… FGH” RRRRRRVVVVAAAATTTTT

Alex rips a series of beefy farts on me, marking me with his ass gas. It smells of digested meat and onions. 

“Ah, remember this was your idea. This is all on you, quite literally I might add, haha.”

As we continue on Alex’s journey to find more victims, we hear VVVVVRRRRRUUUUUPPPPP coming from a nearby room. We peek inside the open door. 

It's another room with a pool table. There are several guys in the room, but my focus is on the one holding the pool stick. He’s a black, athletic-looking dude. He’s also wearing an identical cop costume to Alex’s, except smaller since Alex is built like a tank.

More importantly, a guy is kneeling behind him, with his face willingly buried in the dude's ass. 

The guy in the police costume has a pretty fat bubble butt. Nothing like Alex’s, but still impressive.

It’s pretty obvious that him farting in the guy's face is what we heard.

The guy pulls his face away from the fake cop's ass, looking like he’s gonna hurl.

The guy in the cop outfit notices us. He shoots Alex a grin and Alex returns one. 

“Hey A-Bomb.” The guy greets.

A-Bomb is a fitting nickname for gassy Alex.

“Hey Boxer.” Alex greets.

Alex leans in and quietly tells me, “He’s nicknamed Boxer because he’s notorious for fart-boxing people.” 

Boxer is obviously part of Delta Phi and a part of this competition. 

“So whatcha doing?” Alex asks.

With a grin, Boxer pulls out a wad of cash. “Anyone who can beat me in a game of pool wins 500 dollars, but if they lose they have to kneel behind me and I get to fart in their face.”

Alex rolls his eyes and scoffs, making Boxer laugh. “Haha, hey I tell everyone I play that I’m undefeated.” He pats the guy, kneeling behind him, on the top of the head. “This guy is number 29.”

I believe him with the room reeking of spoiled milk and a men’s locker-room.

Boxer glances my way. “Who’s that?” He asks.

Alex impishly grins, “This guy volunteered to try and help you losers. Every time I fart on somebody I also have to fart on him as well. It’s to slow me down. Not sure it's working since I’m already at 61.” Alex boasts.

Boxer’s jaw drops.

“Scratch that.” Alex starts as he walks up to the row of four guys debating on who should go against Boxer next. He stops in front of the group and wheels around. He then bends over at the waist, aiming his plump rear end at the guy in the middle. Alex grits his teeth, straining.

BBBBBBBBBVVVVVVVVVPPPPPPPPRRRRRRR

Alex vents out a 12 second long, slow, chainsaw-sounding fart. For the entire duration he sways his ass from side-to-side, spraying each member of the group with an equal amount of his skunky wind.

Alex's four newest victims are immediately coughing and gagging, and I don’t blame them. Alex’s ass stink is vile and overtaking Boxer's.

Boxer looks both annoyed and nauseous. Alex returns a cocky smirk. “Ah four-for-one, make that 65, haha.” He taunts.

“Whatever, I still have more competitors and 500 bucks. This competition isn't over.” Boxer replies defiantly. 

Alex returns to the entrance. It looks like he’s about to walk past me but stops when he's standing right next to me. He hikes up his right leg, swivels his hips, and presses his ass against my side.

MMMMMBBBBBBUUUUUUPPPPPPP

RRRRRRHHHHHHHAAAAABBBBBB

PPPPPPPLLLLLLLLHHHHHTTTTTTT

FFFFFFWWWWWWOOOOORRRRRR

Alex farts on me 4 times to match the four guys he just farted on. My eyes water as I’m enveloped in his eggy fart cloud. 

Alex shoots a condescending grin over his shoulder to Boxer. “Yeah well, good luck with that.” With that Alex leaves and I follow him.

“Damn, this is way too easy, but it’s great having you along, Davey. You’re making this more fun and almost challenging.”

As we’re walking, two guys are coming up from behind us, one talking loudly. “I mean I don’t know why she's so pissed. So what, I let her sister suck me off.”

As we walk, I notice Alex’s pace slowing down, I follow suit. 

We come to a complete stop and the guy who was talking walks right into Alex. He unfortunately finds himself in Alex's blast zone.

“Hey, don't stop in the middle of the road, dumbass!”

Alex doesn’t respond. He closes one eye and bites his bottom lip in concentration. 

After several seconds of silence, Alex sighs in relief and looks to me with an expression of contentment, ignoring the two behind us.

“Ah, there’s nothing better than ripping a deadly sbd.”

The guy's look of irritation transforms into intense repulsion. “Oh fuck that smell! I’m gonna throw up!” He looks like he's moments away from vomiting. 

Alex’s watching him with a shit-eating grin, over his shoulder. “Better hurry, I see an empty bathroom down the hall.” The guy runs off.

Alex's gaze then turns to the friend, who’s covering his mouth and nose with his hand. 

He flashes him a sympathetic smile. “Sorry man, but you're getting a butt bomb to the face.”

Alex quickly reaches back, grabbing the back of the guy's neck. He then abruptly pulls his head down and shoves his face against his ass, before the guy can resist.

PPPPPPLLLLLLLAAAAAABBBBBB

Alex farts in the guy’s face and then releases him. “Ah, enjoy. Hopefully your friend's done with the toilet by now.”

The guy races off, following where his friend went.

Not finished yet, it's my turn to be grabbed by the back of the neck.

"Get on down there, Davey. You know the stipulation, it's your turn."

Next thing I know, my face is being smothered by his blubbery rump, with my nose buried in between his cheeks.

MMMMMMVVVVVVVOOOOOODDDDDD

“Ah, stay right there. You're due another one… GGH”

RRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPTTTTTT

Alex destroys my nose with two skunky farts. All I can smell is rotten eggs and Alex’s signature butt musk.

Once I’m free, I stumble back a bit, overwhelmed by his gas. Alex chuckles as he helps steady me.

“Haha, you okay man?”

I nod, “Yeah, it's just your farts pack a hell of a punch.”

He shoots me a wink accompanied by a lopsided grin. “I ain’t called A-Bomb for nothing.”

We continue on our way. As we pass a door it's flung open. Out steps another guy dressed as a cop. But his shirt is undone, revealing his abs. He must be part of Delta Phi. Behind him, in the bedroom, I see a body or two, still, beneath the sheets.

He smiles. “Hey A-Bomb.”

“Hey Dutch.” Alex then turns to me. “He's called Dutch because his specialty is Dutch ovening people.” 

Alex nods his head towards the bed behind Dutch. “Up to your same tricks?” He teases with a grin.

Dutch shrugs, looking slightly guilty. “Can’t lie, I’ve been gay-baiting guys into bed and trapping them in a Dutch oven.” 

With a cocky grin, Dutch rubs his fingers across his washboard abs. “Thanks to these bad boys I’m up to 23.” 

Alex gives him a pitying smile. “How sweet, well I’m at 67.”

Dutch’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. 

He huffs in irritation. “Man, this is totally unfair. You need to get your digestive system checked because, damn.”

Dutch raises an eyebrow at me. “Oh, he must be your self imposed handicap. Boxer texted me about him.”

He shoots Alex a knowing smirk. “Sure, that’s the only reason you want him around.” Dutch sing-songs as he aggressively humps the air.

In a first, Alex is flustered. 

“Wha-” I try but Alex cuts me off.

“Ignore what he said. He's an idiot.” Alex rushes out.

Dutch snickers, shaking his head, “Man, A-Bomb, you're unbeatable when it comes to farting, but your game is shit.”

I side-eye Alex. Is Dutch hinting at what I think he is? Is Alex gay? I thought he was straight this whole time.

Dutch’s eyes lock on someone passing us. The guy is dressed as the gay superhero, Wiccan.

“Gotta go, I see number 24.” Dutch goes to slip past us but stops when his butt is touching the back of my hand.

"On second thought, he'll be number 25."

PPPFFF

Dutch poots on the back of my hand.

Alex grabs Dutch by the shoulder, stopping him from leaving. "You shouldn't have done that Dutch. Now I'm seeing you as fair game." Alex says, making Dutch's eyes widen with fear.

Before Dutch can do anything, Alex grabs a handful of his hair, and pulls his face down to his ass. "Get down there, Dutch. Brother Booty wants to say hi... HGH"

FFFFFFFVVVVVVLLLLLLDDDDDD

Alex rips a 5 second fart in Dutch's face. When he lets him go, Dutch stumbles away. After a few steps, he's right as rain and heading for the guy dressed as Wiccan.

Awkward silence surrounds us for a few moments. I don't know what comes over me but I blurt out, “I’m gay.”

Alex's shoulders sag in relief, “Yeah, me too.”

I don't know what's wrong with me but I go on to admit, "I also think your farting is hot."

Alex chuckles. "I suspected as much. Usually my constant farting chases away interested guys."

"That has the completely opposite effect on me. " I confess.

Alex cockily grins as he looks from left to right, making sure we are alone. He then grabs my wrist and shoves my hand down the back of his slacks. I nearly choke as my hand feels his meaty orbs.

PPPPPPRRRRRROOOOOTTTTTTT

"Ah, that's for the fart I laid on Dutch."

I have to stifle a moan as I feel his unfiltered fart warm my palm.

"Oh, I almost forgot about our costumes." He comments.

Alex’s grin broadens into a wolfish one. “How about we go find ourselves an empty bedroom. I think it’s time this officer locks up his prisoner in some place big, cramped, and smelly. But first-”

Alex wraps his big arms around me and pulls me in before kissing me. At first I’m shocked but then I lean into it. I feel his tongue licking the seam of my lips, I open , letting him taste me. I never knew a kiss could feel so intense. It alone nearly has me creaming myself. We’re both breathing heavily when we finally pull away.

Alex takes my hand and starts marching us down the hall. "Let’s go. My prison cell of an ass has got your name on it.” He growls, making my hard-on throb.

On the third attempt, we find an unlocked and vacant bedroom. He drags me inside. After closing the door, Alex herds me towards the bed and makes me sit on the edge with him standing in between my spread legs.

He gazes down at me with cocky, frat-boy energy. “So you like my farts. Well then you’re gonna love this shit.” Alex slowly turns around, presenting his huge bubble butt right in my face. His pumpkin-sized globes look like they're stretching the stitching of his blue slacks to their limit. The seam of his pants is wedged deep in his crack, no longer visible.

Alex bends at the knees and arches his back, sticking his ass out and bringing it within inches of my face. 

BBBBBBRRRRRRRRHHHHHHPPPPPP

“Ah, Davey, you remember Officer Booty right?” FART “If farts are what you want, then he’s your man.” FART “He’s the most decorated and smelliest officer in our precinct.” FART “Don’t believe me?” FART “Then take a smell of this action… NGH” FFFAAARRRTTT

I breathe in heavily as Alex pelts my face with a string of strong farts. They’re so strong that each blast blows back my hair. His noxious wind is as nauseating as it is arousing.

“I don’t think you’re really appreciating Officer Booty’s talents. I want you to really get your nose in there.” Alex snarls as he reaches behind, grabbing the back of my head, and shoving my face into his big bum. My face is once again being smothered by his pillowy cheeks with my nose lodged in his hot and musky crack.

I feel Alex’s ample glutes flex and then relax. 

RRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

He rips a massive 15 second fart pointblank up my nose. The stench of rotten eggs and raw sewage singes my nose hairs. It has me seeing stars.

Alex lets go of my head and pushes me back, making me lie on the bed. Not wasting a moment, he climbs on top of me, straddling my chest backwards. 

He peers down at me, over his shoulder, with a sexy little smirk. “Time to lock you up in Officer Booty’s personal cell, prisoner.”

With that he undoes his pants and pulls them down to the middle of his thighs. He struggles getting them past his massively protruding butt-slabs.

Once they're below his ass, Alex’s fleshy moons spill out and bounce freely into the open. His brawny globes are slightly damp with sweat and sprinkled with blonde hair.

Alex reaches back with both hands and spreads his cheeks, revealing his winking cornhole surrounded by a patch of curly, blonde butt hairs.

“It’s time for you to serve your time. In you go, prisoner.” 

Alex drops his ass down, sitting on my face. My face is swallowed up by his seemingly bottomless trench. His doughy cakes flow over the sides of my face, making contact with the bed, completely entombing my entire head in a prison made of his ass.

Alex starts rolling his hips, wiping his grimy pucker all over my face. He doesn't stop until my lips are pressed against his ass lips. 

“Open wide, Davey! You’re gonna be jerking off to this jail-time for years to come.”

I go further. I part my lips and start tonguing his hole. Alex makes a noise of surprise and…

MMMMMMMBBBBBBDDDDDDPPPPPPP

Alex launches an eggy butt bomb that echoes down my gullet, making me taste it.

Alex shifts around on top of my face, doing something. I then start feeling his cheeks clamping around my face, rhythmically, and him bouncing up and down. It takes me a second to realize that he’s jerking off. I continue to rim him.

“Fuck yeah, eat my shitty hole.” RRRWWWPPP “Show Officer Booty the respect he deserves.” BBBLLLDDD “Damn, your slutty tongue feels good.” VVVOOOTTT “I’m gonna have fun ruining your taste buds.” FFFMMMRRR

Alex pauses his flatulent assault to bear his ass down harder on my face. I hear an ominous gurgling emitting from his gut.

“Here it comes, Davey. You’re reckoning. Officer Booty reporting for duty… UGH”

FFFFFFFFLLLLLLLWWWWWWWOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP

Alex pushes out a 20 second hurricane of ass wind into my open mouth. My cheeks expand with his toxic fumes. The acrid taste of his ass gas coats my tongue. And my lungs inflate with the stench of digested meat and methane. 

Still jerking off, Alex blows his load. I’m right behind him, creaming my boxers.

Alex rolls off of my face, and lies next to me on the bed. We’re both breathing hard and all sweaty.

“That was amazing.” Alex declares, still huffing.

“Yeah it was.” I agree.

I decide to address the elephant in the room. “So what happens next?”

He turns to me, I see vulnerability in his eyes. “I don’t know. What do you want to happen?”

I gnaw on my bottom lip for a few seconds. “I wouldn’t mind if this led to something more. Maybe we could exchange numbers and go out sometime? If you’re interested?”

Alex is grinning like the cat who swallowed the canary. “That sounds great.” He says before initiating another heated make-out session.

“Hmm, you know this doesn’t have to be over just yet.” Alex starts. He then grabs my hand and presses my palm against his stomach. I can feel his gut bubbly furiously. 

He flashes me a cheeky grin. “I’m brewing up a big one. Do you want A-Bomb to nuke your face?”

“Fuck yes.” I desperately cry.

Alex's grin grows as he climbs off the bed. I sit up, at the end of the bed. 

Reenacting earlier, Alex stands in between my legs. He then turns around, filling my vision with his bare moons. 

I wait and wait, but nothing happens. I look up to find Alex looking back down at me, over his shoulder, with an impish grin. 

“Beg me! Beg me to fart!” He commands.

I grab the sides of his meaty globes. “Please A-Bomb, destroy my face.” I beg.

With one hand he spreads his cheeks, and with the other, he grabs the top of my head. He unceremoniously plugs my face in between his basketball-sized mounds. 

"If you want A-Bomb to nuke your face, then that's what you're gonna get. Don't come crying to me if this burns your nose off... UGH"

As I’m walking down a deserted road, I hear a semi-trailer truck coming up from behind me. I hold up my thumb and pray. My prayers are answered as it comes to a stop. I climb up and slide into the passenger side of the huge, black truck. 

I nearly choke on how hot the driver is. He looks like a hot rugged cowboy in his late thirties. He’s wearing blue jeans, a white wife-beater, and a black cowboy hat. His apparel showcases his jacked, muscular body. And although he’s sitting down, with the look of his thighs and hips, it’s obvious that he has a huge, bubble butt. 

My savior tips his hat to me and says, “Howdy, name’s Brett.” He introduces himself, revealing his deep southern accent. “Where ya headed ta?” He asks as he starts driving again.

“I’m Roy. Can you drop me off in the biggest city you're passing through?"

“Ah, let me guess: you're from this small rural town and ya parents kicked ya out ‘cause ya gay.”

He nails it, scaring me. Is he gonna kick me out? Or worse, beat the shit out of me?

Brett quickly picks up on my fears. “Easy there, son” He shoots me an impish grin as he pats his well-endowed bulge. “Love ta bury ma big bone in both a girl’s pussy and a boy’s hole. You’re in the presence ova friend.”

His admission is relieving and has me blushing.

“My stepbrother went through my stuff and revealed to my parents that I’m gay and they kicked me out.” I confess.

“Well son, I’m headed ta California. Why not come with me?”

That’s the best news I’ve received in a long time. “Yes, I’d love that, sir.”

Brett laughs. “Cut that ‘sir’ shit out. Just call me, Brett.” He flashes me a cheeky smirk before continuing, “Or Big Daddy if ya havin' a go wit Brettzilla.” He teases.

I know he’s joking, but I’m a blushing mess. Hope there’s some truth in his words because I’d love him to be my first.

Three minutes into our trip and Brett looks over at me with a mischievous grin. “Hey son, wanna hear ma horn?” 

“Um, sure.” I reply.

Brett’s grin broadens into a wolfish one as he extends out his index finger. “Then pull ma finger, son.”

Oh shit, I feel myself getting hard. I comply, pulling his finger.

He leans away from me, aiming his ass in my direction. I get a glimpse of his jean-clad, basketball-sized globes. 

In an exaggerated manner he scrunches up his face and grunts.

BBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPP

Brett blasts out a loud-as-hell, 4 second fart. The stench of rotten eggs and onions spreads throughout the truck cabin. It has me gagging.

Brett sighs in relief before laughing, “Ah, haha, I bet that's the first time ya eva smelled a horn before. Am I right, son?” He teases as he wafts his fart towards my face.

With his backside still aimed at me he continues, “Better get used ta it ‘cause I’m a gassy bastard. This is gonna be one-” He punctuates his every next word with a fart.

“Smelly” FFFFFFLLLLLLLOOOOOPPPPPP

“And” BBBBBVVVVVVVAAAAAAMMMMMM

“Long” PPPPPPWWWWWUUUUBBBBBB

“Drive… NGH” FFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRR-AAAAAAABBBBBBBB

Are you kidding? Not only is he hot and bi, he’s also a farting machine. This is bad news since I have a farting fetish. I gotta keep myself in check so as to not freak him out by begging him to fart on me. If he farts on me directly I'm screwed.

Brett’s grinning like a loon. “Shoo-wee, no wonder why the fellas call my farts Brett Bombs. Hava smell of that.” Brett boasts as he takes off his hat and uses it to fan his fumes my way.

I pull the collar of my shirt over my nose, playing the part of hating his farts. 

Brett proves he wasn’t joking as we drive along. He’s farting every thirty seconds without a lick of shame. In fact he’s proud of his every emission. The air inside of Brett’s truck is thick with his rank butt funk. I have to drape my leg over the other to hide my hard-on.

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHPPPPPPPP

After ripping another trumpeting fart, it is followed by my stomach audibly growling. I haven’t had an actual meal in two days.

Brett frowns while keeping his eyes on the road. “When’s the last time ya ate, son?” he asks.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m good. I’ve got granola bars.” I say, as I reach into my backpack.

“Son, put those away before I take 'em and shove ‘em down my drawers. A Brett Bomb later and those suckas will be inedible.” He threatens, “There’s a dinner connected ta this truck stop, right here.”

Feeling ashamed, I confess, “I’m sorry, Brett, but I don’t have much money on me at the moment.”

Brett rolls his eyes before reaching down, cupping his hand behind his ass, and farting. PPPPVVVVBBBBTTTT

Brett covers my mouth and nose with his cupped-hand fart. 

“There, maybe that’ll fix ya thick headedness. I’m paying, dumbass.” Brett teases as we park near said dinner.

My eyes are watering from his surprise gas attack. 

We climb out of his truck and start heading inside. “Order whateva ya want, son. My treat.” 

Halfway there, Brett moves faster so that he’s now walking in front of me. PPBB, FFDD, MMBB, RRVV, BBFF, PPTT.

Brett pushes out a long string of poots, crop-dusting me along the way. I love the raunchy, eggy stench.

Brett looks back at me, over his shoulder, with an impish grin. I make sure to return a sour expression, making him laugh. “Haha, sorry son, I don’t know why, but makin' ya smell ma Brett Bombs is a hoot.”

We step into the dinner, which is empty of customers, and sit ourselves in a booth. A waitress takes our order.

I try to order the cheapest thing on the menu but Brett intervenes and orders for me. He orders me a bacon cheeseburger, curly fries, and a strawberry milkshake. He orders himself a steak with a side of mash potatoes and greens, and a chocolate milkshake.

After our waitress leaves, Brett shakes his head at me. “Son, I told ya ta order whateva ya want. My butt’s gonna show how annoyed he is wit ya when we get back in the truck. Ma chocolate milkshake-powered farts are gonna wreck ya.” Brett says sternly but I can see the mirth in his eyes. 

I quickly look down, my face is scarlet red and I'm breathing faster. I hear Brett softly chuckle. “Relax son, I ain’t really mad, I’m just yankin' ya chain. But I am gonna fart-box ya something awful when we get back on the road. Chocolate milkshakes make ma butt rockets lethal. Haha.”

I've gotta make a temporary escape so I can regroup. “I’ll be right back, I've gotta use the bathroom.” I lie. I slide out of the booth and make my way to the bathroom.

Once inside, I splash some water on my face and will my hardness down. It’s so unfair how perfect Brett is.

After regaining my self control, I head back out and see that our food has been delivered. I sit back down and start ravenously consuming my food. I feel like I haven't had an actual meal like this in forever. 

Brett watches me eat with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Is it good?” Brett asks.

I nod, “Delicious.” I say after swallowing my bite.

Brett leans forward with a cocky, lopsided grin and whispers, so only I can hear, “Awe, thanks for the compliment, son. I made sure ta fart on ya food when no one was watching. Always knew my ass gas paired well with ground beef.” Brett teases me.

My chewing comes to a halt. Brett's got me all flustered again.

As we’re finishing, a small commotion starts a few booths down. A man is berating the waitress. “How incompetent can you be? Tell them to redo my order, you stupid cow!”

The waitress quickly walks away. It's obvious that she’s crying.

Brett stands up and walks over to the rude guy.

He gives Brett the stink eye. “What the hell do you want?”

"I heard ya complaints and thought I'd whip something special up for ya." Brett spins around, putting his titanic rump right in the guy’s face. Before the guy can react, Brett reaches back, grabs him by the back of the neck, and shoves his face into his ass.

The sight of his face sinking into Brett’s pillowy orbs is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Order up… NGH”

PPPPPPHHHHHHRRRRRRRMMMMMM

RRRRRRBBBBBB-LLLLLLFFFFFFFFF

“Oh yeah, chew on ma award winning air biscuits. Piping hot, straight outta the oven… FGH”

BBBBBBDDDDDDDDDHHHHHHRRRRRRRR

FFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPP

Brett rips a series of deep, grumbly farts in the prick’s face. His face is thankfully muffling his yelling and Brett’s farts. 

Brett pulls the rude guy’s face out of his ass; his nose is running and he’s having a coughing fit. Brett keeps a grip on the back of the guy's neck as he looks down at him, over his shoulder, with a cloudy expression. 

“Now, when the waitress returns, ya gonna apologize and be a respectable customer. And afterwards, ya gonna tip her mighty well. Do I make myself clear or are ya still hungry for more of ma air biscuits?” To prove his point, Brett hikes his right leg and rips a squeaky poot in the guy’s face.

“Yes, yes… I’ll do whatever.. You say.” The guy swears while gagging on Brett’s skunky vapors.

Brett walks back to our table and leaves a sizable tip. The waitress returns, unaware of what just transpired. She walks up to the rude customer, hesitantly.

Immediately the guy starts apologizing to the waitress. I notice the tension evaporating from the waitress' shoulders. 

Brett and I head on out. Not only does Brett use his farts to joke around, but he also uses them to deal with assholes. It's like he's my dream guy.

Brett leads us to the other side of the establishment which is the gas station side. It also sells snacks. “Let’s pick up some snacks for our drive. We’ll get breakfast in the mornin'.” He suggests.

We walk down the potato chip aisle. He gets a jumbo bag of Doritos. I decide to get Bugles. They’re on the bottom shelf so I bend down to get them.

As I grab the bag, I suddenly feel something big, fleshy, and warm pressing against the side of my face.

FFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPP

Brett vents out a 7 second ripper right on my face. I feel the stream of hot air warming my cheek. The smell of digested meat and garlic assaults my nose, making me gag.

I stand back up, face completely red. Brett’s sporting a huge, shit-eating grin.

“Weren’t expecting that, were ya? Haha.” He quips. 

I softly laugh along with Brett, not wanting to clue him on that, that was the hottest thing that ever happened to me. 

Brett quickly catches on that I’m eerily quiet as we purchase our stuff and leave. “Come on, son. Don’t tell me ya given me the silent treatment ‘cause ya mad. All I did was fart on ya. I’m sure ya have been farted on before.”

“I’m not mad, I'm just a little caught off guard. That’s the first time someone's ever farted on me.” I explain as we walk back to his truck, surrounded by the cool, night air.

Brett flashes me a crooked grin, “No foolin’? Shit, why didn’t ya say so before. I just popped ya ‘gettin’ farted on’ cherry, haha. Don’t worry, son, Imma professional. Ya'll be a champ of gettin' farted on before we reach Cali, haha." He jokes, giving me a wink. 

Brett stops us as he wraps a strong arm around my shoulders, and pulls me into his side. He then swivels his hips and hikes his leg up, pressing his ass against my side. “Brett Bombs away… GGH”

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Brett rips two back-to-back, rumbling farts on me. I have to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from whimpering. 

“Ah, see son, soon Imma make ya a pro at gettin' farted on, haha.” Brett teases as we continue to his truck.

"After fillin' up this tank." He gives his stomach a pat, "I gotta fill up the truck's. And then we can get back on the road."

As we get back into the truck, I notice the small living quarters he has set up in the back. There’s a decent sized bed, and a small dresser/table beside it.

Brett drives up to the diesel fuel pump. He hops out and starts gassing up the truck.

As I wait, I’m suddenly surprised by Brett opening my door. With an impish grin he steps up, spins around, and backs his bubbly, jean-clad backside into my face.

“Since I’m gassin’ up ma truck, I might as well gas ya up too, son.” 

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Brett unleashes a chain of trumpeting farts, point-blank in my face. Each eruption is so powerful that it blows back my hair. I receive three facefuls of his fumes, that reeks of raw sewage and rotten milk.

I’m coughing and gagging as Brett jumps down. He looks back at me with a cheeky grin, and shoots me a wink.

He goes back to the pump, and I rearrange my hard-on so it's less noticeable.

Brett gets back behind the wheel and we're back on the highway. 

For the next several hours, we pass time by talking or listening to the radio. Either way, Brett’s constantly leaning to the side and blasting me with Brett Bombs. Only thing we can breathe in is his hot, eggy ass air. I’m aroused/miserable.

Four flatulent hours later, we pull up into a truck rest stop. Here, truckers can park and get some sleep. 

Once we’re parked and Brett turns off the truck, he stretches his arms above his head and groans. I get a quick whiff of his masculine, sweaty armpit musk, making him all the more alluring. 

Brett looks at me with a lazy smile. “Let’s get some rest, we’ll wake up at 7, get some breakfast, and be back on the road by 8.” He explains.

I nod in acknowledgement. 

But I'm confused about our sleeping arrangements. The bed is big enough for two but they’ll be practically sleeping on each other. That could go bad for me. Maybe I should just sleep here.

Brett gets up and slips in between our seats, to get into the back. I shouldn't have let my guard down. At the last second he thrust his ass into my face.

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He farts right in my face. Thanks to the chocolate milkshake he had, it stinks of spoiled milk. 

To rub it in, he shakes his ass in my face.

“Gross.” I mutter.

Brett scoffs. What? I look back at him, curiously.

I’m nearly drooling as he pulls off his wife beater, exposing his chiseled and tattooed upper body. 

Brett sits on the bed and starts untying his boots. His gaze focused on me.

“Ya gotta choose what ya gonna call me tonight, son. If ya go wit Brett, we'll share this bed and get some sleep, that's it.” 

Brett’s eyes then go half-lidded, “Or, if ya call me Big Daddy, I’ll toss ya onto this bed, and then sit on ya face, bareass. Then I’ll make ya eat my swamp ass and farts. And after that I’ll plow ya face wit ma meat until I fire a big load down ya throat.”

Brett rewards my shocked expression with a sexy, little grin. “Oh yeah, son, I know you’re inta ma nasty, Brett bombs, You’re not subtle; ya keep blushing like a virgin every time I fart.” 

“The balls in your court son, what’s it gonna be?”

My desire for him wins out. I stand and walk towards him until I'm standing between his spread legs. I look him dead in the eyes. “We both know what I want, Big Daddy.”

Brett, I mean Big Daddy, bares his teeth with a wild, sharkish grin. He gets up, grabs my waist in his huge mitts, and tosses me onto the bed.

Big Daddy is a huge guy but he sure moves fast. He's already tossed his jeans and underwear onto the floor and is now standing on the bed, completely naked. I get a quick look at his stiff, 7.5 inches extending from his forest of trimmed, black pubes.

Big Daddy straddles my chest, facing my feet. 

He then starts crawling back, eclipsing my face with his protruding cakes. 

He stops when his dump-truck is lording right above my face. I take in the marvelous sight. His cheeks and crack are furry and glistening with sweat. 

“See what I meant earlier, son? Truckin' gives me a bad case of the swamp ass.”

Big Daddy reaches back with both hands, and spreads his mounds. It makes a squelching noise thanks to how sweaty he is.

Deep in between his pumpkin-sized globes, I see his sweaty, winking hole surrounded by a thatch of grimy, black butt hairs. 

“Deep breath, son. Ya won’t be gettin' any fresh air for a short while. All you’ll be gettin' is Big Daddy’s ass wind.”

PLOP

Big Daddy sits his huge ass down, entombing my entire head in between his blubbery ass boulders. His doughy cheeks pour over the side of my head and make contact with the bed. His pucker is kissing my lips.

“Open ya mouth for Big Daddy, son.” He orders. In warning he flexes his brawny cheeks around my head, making it feel like it’s in a vice grip, proving there’s a lot of power beneath all that fat. Gods, it feels like his glutes could crack open a coconut. I don’t know why that’s so hot to me.

I know it’s an idle threat, but it isn’t necessary. I open my mouth and start lapping at his sweaty pucker. 

Big Daddy’s huge body shutters above me. I hear and feel him emit a deep, pleased rumble. “That’s a good boy, taste your Big Daddy’s nasty hole.”

I start tonguing him with conviction, knowing that he likes what I'm doing.

“Mhmm, good fuckin' boy. Feast on Big Daddy’s swamp ass. And while you're at it, have some of ma famous beef stew too… GHH”

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I moan as he floods my open mouth with his eggy fumes. The acrid taste of his fart coats my tongue, and I love it. 

The fact that he’s enjoying this as much as me spurs me on. I start probing his hole with the tip of my tongue. 

“Hot Damn! Ya gotta wicked tongue, boy. Taste these puppies for ya trouble… HGH” 

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MMMMMMMVVVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAABBBBBBB

Big Daddy overflows my mouth with more of his butt funk. The pheromones he’s blasting into my open mouth, work me into a frenzy. My tongue is practically dancing inside his hole. 

Big Daddy starts rolling his hips in slow circles; riding my wiggling tongue and undulating his sea of ass fat around my face. From how his body is rocking, I can tell that he’s stroking himself. That fact that he’s pleasuring himself while using me as a toy, makes it all the hotter.

“Fuck, ya’ve done it now, son. I hope ya ready ‘cause Big Daddy’s fat ass is about ta own ya… FGH” 

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“Fuck your tongue feels good, hope I don’t burn it off with this” BBBPPPDDD “Haha I bet ya liked that, son” MMMHHHRRR “I knew ya’d be a slut for my beef stew” FFFVVVTTT “Oh fuck yeah, Big Daddy’s gassy tonight” PPPLLLBBB “Shit, I’m gettin' close, son. Big Daddy’s about ta explode out both sides” BBBOOOFFF “Say ah, ma dirty boy” RRRTTTPPP “I’m about ta follow up all this beef stew wit a nice warm mouthful of Big Daddy’s milk” MMMMVVVV-UUUUPPPP

Big Daddy’s blubbery swamp ass starts rocking faster, and his breath quickens.

“Here” FFFFFFFFWWWWWWOOOOOPPPPPPP

“It” BBBBBBBMMMMMMMAAAAAAAATTTTTTT

“Comes… NGH” PPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLVVVVVVVMMMMMMMM

Big Daddy quickly spins around, pointing his thick, throbbing red schlong in my face. 

“Open wide, darlin’, Big Daddy's docking his big rig in that purty mouth. Don't waste a single drop!” Big Daddy orders, his voice sounding completely wrecked.

I open as wide as I can, letting his one-eyed monster invade my mouth. Just as I’m about to suck, I feel the mushroom-head swell on my tongue before it starts twitching. Big Daddy roars as he starts shooting volley after volley off his essence into my mouth. 

Doing what he ordered, I start swallowing. I like his taste, it’s musky and slightly sour.

At the same time, from behind Big Daddy, erupts…

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Big Daddy unleashes a monstrous, 45 second fart that has the entire truck quaking. 

All this sets me off, I shoot in my boxers.

Brett falls next to me on the bed, and takes me in his arms, big spooning me. As I expected we're practically laying on one another.

He stuffs his hand down the front of my jeans and feels that I came too.

A pleased growl comes from his chest and rumbles deliciously through my body.

We’re both panting and sweaty as we catch our breath in comfortable silence.

After some time, Brett asks, “So what ya gonna do when I drop ya off in California?”

I shrug, “Hopefully I’ll find a job and my boss will be cool enough to let me crash on their couch, temporarily.” I spitball.

He’s quiet for a few moments.

“That’s an idea, but I have an offer for ya. Why not work for me? Assist me on ma trucking routes around the country. 

Also I hava house in California, ya can live with me.

But be warned: this is a lot of hard work”

I look back at him, over my shoulder, with wide eyes. “Are you serious?” I ask, breathlessly. He nods.

“I’d love that! And you wouldn’t even have to pay me. Just give me food, board, and fart on me plenty and I’ll be happy.” I realize how stupid that sounds once it’s out of my mouth.

Brett snickers. “Darlin’, I make a killin' on the things I deliver, so I'm gonna pay ya well. And don’t worry about me fartin’ on ya. From now on ya won’t be able to go a waking hour without me butt bombin’ ya at least once. Just think of it as a stinky job plan. The Brett bombin’ plan, haha.” He teases.

I haven't felt this optimistic in a long time. “You’re really serious, aren’t you?” I ask softly.

“Sure am. Think about it. On the open road wit just me. Ya balls will always be empty and ya nose will always be full of Big Daddy’s gut fumes. How’s that sound, darlin’?” 

“It sounds wonderful. My answer is yes, Brett.” I turn back around, not wanting him to see me misty-eyed. Brett responds by giving me a tight squeeze. 

“Listen darlin’ I’d love ta sleep wit ya in my arms. But I think we both would rather if ya slept face-ta-face with ma big ole booty.” Brett suggests.

I don’t even hesitate. I wiggle out of his arms and slip behind him, between his big body and the wall. Brett chuckles at my eagerness.

I slide down until I’m cheek-to-cheek with his bubble butt.

“Goodnight darlin’”

“Goodnight Brett”

“Don’t forget to say goodnight to Big Daddy’s booty.” Brett teases. He wiggles his hips, making his doughy globes wobble. 

“Goodnight Big Daddy’s booty, and thanks for all the farts.” I say. My voice is both filled with amusement and sincerity.

Brett reaches back with one hand and spreads open his crack, reintroducing me to the sweat-gully between his bubbly orbs.

I watch his hole winking at me.

“He says he wants a kiss goodnight.” Brett translates.

My boner's starting to return as my face heats up.

I sink my face deep in between his sweaty, thick cakes and plant my lips on his flexing pucker.

Brett says, “Mwah” which is quickly followed by…

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My whole world is rocked as Brett vents out a monstrous fart, point-blank in my face. The stench of sulfur and rotten meat overwhelms me.

Brett grabs a thin cover and blankets me, trapping me in a dutch oven.

“This is the start of somethin' beautiful. I can feel it. And I'm sure ya can smell it, darlin'.” I feel him pat the top of my head through the covers.

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One Year Later

It’s been one, wonderful year with Brett. I love him and working with him. I love the honest and hard work, and that he farts on me countless times a day. It’s officially my dream job.

Right now is almost a recreation of our first dinner together. We're at the same diner, with the same waitress, and eating the same meal. We're near my home town after delivering a set of full-sized collectible bumper karts. 

Brett ordered his favorite: a chocolate milkshake. All through dinner, he's been teasing me about how bad his farts are gonna be, knowing it’s turning me on. 

Brett stands up when we’re finished. “I gotta drain ma hog. I’ll meet ya at the truck.”

Brett walks past, I should’ve been ready. He thrust his jean-clad ample backside in my face. PPPBBBTTTT

“Smell that darlin’? My dairy-powered Brett Bombs are locked and loaded.” Brett taunts before heading to the bathroom.

After gathering myself, I get up and head for the exit. As I pass a booth a familiar voice says, “What the hell are you doing here?”

I turn and see it's my father. It's him and my stepbrother sitting across from him.

It’s funny, I used to be scared of him, I used to respect him, but not anymore.

“Just getting a bite to eat after a job.”

He narrows his eyes. “What do you do?”

“I’m a truck driver.”

“That’s a real man’s job. No job for a f*g.”

“Well I’m a truck driver and suck guys off. Get over it.” I state, making my brother's jaw drop.

I go to leave, but pause when my father slams his fists on the table.

“I’m your father and you’re a fucking queer, you will show me respect.” He barks.

Big Daddy pops out of nowhere and pulls me behind his hulking body, standing in front of the two. From his stance I know this is Big Daddy; Brett has left the building.

Big Daddy’s massive presence has the two looking wary. 

"Ya two done fucked up! Anyone who messes with ma darlin', deals wit me, Big Daddy. In ya two go"

Big Daddy spins around, showcasing his bubbly rump to them. He reaches back with both hands, grabs either of them by the top of their heads, and pulls them in. Half of either's face sinks into one of Big Daddy's pillowy globes, and their noses are touching in front of his crack.

“Brace for impact fellas, and enjoy… NGH”

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Big Daddy rips a 50 second juggernaut-of-a-fart in both of their faces, simultaneously. It bellows out like a foghorn and has the cups on their table rattling.

In the beginning, my brother and father's arms are flailing, but Big Daddy isn't letting them escape. By the end, they go limp. completely unconscious.

Witnessing Big Daddy obliterate the two is both hot and cathartic. He releases them and they fall into their seats, knocked out.

Big Daddy takes off his cowboy hat and wipes his brow. An impish grin stretches across his lips as he looks at me. “Shoo-wee, Big Daddy sure did a number on them. But hey, they deserved it.”

Shattering noise from behind, gains our attention. The waitress watched the whole thing while balancing a tray of food that was most likely for my father and brother. She accidentally dropped it.

Big Daddy shoots her a boyish grin. With his hat, he starts fanning the stink in front of his ass towards his victims in the booth.

“Sorry ya had to see that ma’am. They were being rude so my big ass returned the favor.”

He gives her a tip of the hat and we leave. 

We step into the night, heading for his truck. I take his hand in mine as we walk.

“Thanks for that."

He tightens his fingers around mine. “Of course. Now that ya wit me the world's been put on notice. Anyone who messes wit ya is gonna havta deal wit this big guy."

Big Daddy brings our joined hands behind him. I feel the seam of his jeans, that's warm from being buried in between his voluptuous orbs, pressing against the back of my hand.

PPPPPPPHHHHHRRRRRBBBBBB

I nearly stumble, moaning from him farting on me, making him laugh. He helps me regain my balance.

While keeping my hand pressed against his ass, his lips graze my ear and he whispers. "And there's no need ta be jealous of them, darlin'. I got somethin' real romantic planned for ya tonight. Under the full moon ya gonna be kissing my big smelly moons. Big Daddy's milkshake farts are gonna destroy ya, son, and you're gonna love every second of it."

Big Daddy cheekily grins as he pushes out a low, purring fart, making his meaty cheeks vibrate against the back of my hand.

The current bane of my existence is Joshua Holt, who lives in the apartment right across the hall from me. Normally, with me being a gay man, I shouldn’t have a problem with a tall, tan, and muscular fireman who has an ass so fat that it should have its own zip code. However, a few months ago, a new tenant moved into the apartment next to mine. He’s a cute young twink named Daniel. And me and Joshua are both gunning for him. 

The two of us have been flirting with Gavin for weeks and he’s receptive to both of our advances. But when Gavin’s not around me and Joshua antagonize one another. 

We both insult and prank one another, but Joshua has one up on me. He’s a gassy guy who farts a lot. So he’s constantly farting on me. It’s humiliating and disgusting.

It’s about 6 when I return home. Joshua and Gavin are both exiting their respective apartments, carrying garbage bags.

“Oh, here Gavin, let me toss your garbage since I'm about to do the same.” Joshua offers. 

Gavin awards him a dazzling smile as he hands over his trash. “Wow, thanks Joshua. I hope it isn’t too much.”

Joshua shoots him a cocky grin as he raises his arm, holding Gavin’s garbage bag, flexing his bicep. “Nah, maybe if these bags had an extra 100 pounds in each, it might give my big muscles a slight challenge.” Joshua brags, making Gavin blush.

Joshua brings up and flexes his bicep in front of Gavin’s face. “Come on Gavin, cop a feel. I know you wanna.” Joshua teases as he waggles his eyebrows.

Gavin giggles as he feels Joshua’s hard muscle. 

I intervene, refusing to lose.

I step forward, “Oh hey, Gavin.” and with far less enthusiasm, I add, “Hey Joshua.” 

I’m holding two drinks from Starbucks, I offer one to Gavin. “Here Gavin, since I stopped at Starbucks, I got your favorite.” 

Gavin rewards me with a dimpled smile. “Wow, thanks so much, Ken. I needed this after my day.” 

I wink at him, “Always happy to enable someone’s caffeine addiction.” I joke, making Gavin giggle adorably.

As we speak, Joshua walks off while shooting me a withering glare. I suppress my glee. 

Joshua returns after Gavin goes into his apartment.

“Did you enjoy your trip to the dumpster, Joshua? I’m sure you felt at home with you being trash and all.” I insult him.

To be a prick, I add, “Oh, by the way, while you were gone, Gavin and I decided to see an old black and white movie they’re playing tomorrow night.”

Joshua bares his teeth in anger. But after a few moments, he plasters on a vindictive smile. 

“Oh I know what this is. You’re jealous.” Joshua starts. As he walks up to me he lifts the hem of his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs. “Well if you wanna grope my muscles, like Gavin, then all you had to do was ask.”

Standing right in front of me, Joshua grabs my hand and spins around. He then places my hand on his warm, bare, ripped stomach. Then traps it there by placing his bigger hand on mine. He then makes both our hands press down on his stomach. He’s a bit taller than me, so his fat cakes, confined in a pair of jeans, are aligned with my lower stomach. 

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Joshua blasts me with a 5 second fart that stinks of rotten eggs and spices. I cough on the sickening stench. Since we both have started going after Gavin, Joshua must've farted on me at least 300 times. I can never get used to the smell.

Joshua looks back at me, over his shoulder, grinning like a loon. “Oh what’s that? You want another feel of my abs? Sure buddy, Big J has got you covered.” With that he presses our hands down on his stomach again.

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Joshua farts on me again and it smells as bad as the last one. He lets go of my hand before heading to his apartment, leaving me coughing and gagging in his noxious fart cloud.

Before disappearing inside, a grinning Joshua flexes his bicep and sticks his tongue out at me.

I groan before retreating into my apartment. I lost this battle, I will not lose the war.

Around the same time, the next night, I’m in my apartment, getting ready for my movie with Gavin. He’ll be meeting up with me at the theater after he's done having a drink with his co-workers.  

Once I’m ready, I open my front door. I'm shocked to find Joshua standing there, dressed nicely in a pair of black dress pants, and a blue button-up shirt. 

“Shit.” I hiss, trying to slam the door on him. Joshua’s big hand stops me. Unable to do anything, I watch as Joshua’s bulbous moons, confined in his tight-fitting slacks, partially squeeze through the gap of my door.  

“Hey Ken, you’ve got a visitor. My ass wants to talk; listen up.”

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Joshua launches a 6 second fart. He reaches a hand inside and starts wafting his ass gas in my direction. 

I stumble back as I’m hit with the stench of digested meat and onions. I glare at Joshua with anger and a twinge of fear as he strolls into my place, slamming the door shut behind him.

Joshua, the big fucker, moves fast. Before I know it, his big mitts are on my shoulders and he's shoving me onto my knees with my back against the wall. Joshua squats and wheels around, lording his thick rump right in my face.

Joshua thrusts his hips back, trapping my head in between his ass and the wall. His doughy mounds mold and warp around my face, smothering me. All I can breathe in is his stale fart vapors and his ass musk.

Joshua teases, “Now you two have fun back there. I’ve gotta give Gavin a call.” He ends with…

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My coughing is muffled by his meaty orbs dominating my face. I soon hear Joshua talking with Gavin on his phone.

“Hey Gavin.” PPPBBBTTT “Hmm?” MMMHHHFFF “Oh that's just a few loud ducks fighting over food behind me.” RRRTTTBBB “Anyway, I called to let you know that Ken won’t be able to make it to the movies.” FFFBBBPPP “Yeah, I went to see him and apparently there's some kind of gas leak in his place.” BBBWWWDDD “No worries, it isn’t too dangerous.” MMMPPPTTT “He asked if I could replace him in going to the movies with you. Are you cool with that?” DDDVVVBBB  “Awesome, I’ll see you in a bit.” VVVRRRFFF “Whoa, I’m gonna let you go Gavin. The biggest duck I’ve ever seen just landed behind me.” BBBBMMMM-WWWWPPPP-OOOORRRR

I gasp for air as Joshua pulls his enormous bum away from my face, but only by a foot.

“Did you hear that, Ken? Looks like I’ve got to get to the movies. And you’ve gotta get to dreamland. Nighty-night Ken, my booty will tell you all about our date, tomorrow.” 

With that, Joshua reaches back with both hands, and spreads his cheeks through his slacks.

It doesn’t make a sound, but I feel his silent stream of gas warming up my face. The stench of sulfur mixed with raw sewage is too much for me; I pass out.

I come to, a few hours later. My phone dinging from receiving a text wakes me up. It’s from Gavin. It’s a pic of him and Joshua in front of the theater with Joshua’s big arm wrapped around Gavin’s shoulders. 

“Big, gassy bastard.” I grouse as I head to bed. A plan for revenge is starting to formulate. 

A few days later, I see Gavin and Joshua having a nice conversation in front of our apartment building as I return home.

I hear Joshua reply. “Yeah, I remember you telling me you’re a vegan. It’s a coincidence that I’ve been cutting all meat out of my diet.”

I inwardly grin, this is the moment I've been waiting for. Driving to that restaurant and taking that picture was worth it.

“Hey guys.” I greet them with a smile. Gavin returns a smile and Joshua shoots me a superior grin, behind Gavin’s back.

I look at Joshua questioningly, “You know it’s funny you say that Joshua after you won the Meatpocalypse challenge at Pa’s Barbecue Shack a few days ago.” I pull out my phone and show them his victory picture. It’s of Joshua smiling, his face covered in barbecue sauce, and a ton of cleaned rib bones piled in front of him.”

Joshua’s blushing with embarrassment and Gavin looks a bit queasy. 

“Hey Gavin, I’d love to take you to this vegan restaurant downtown. I’ve heard nothing but great things about it.” I offer as I slide my phone back into my pocket.

Gavin’s eyes light up. “That’s actually my favorite place! I’d love to join you.” He exclaims. 

I flash Joshua a covert, victorious grin. Joshua’s glaring daggers back at me. 

For the next couple of days I keep out of Joshua's sight. I know he's pissed. I’ve resorted to leaving an hour earlier for work. 

It’s six in the morning when I'm slipping into the elevator, heading down to the ground floor. Just as the door starts to close, a large, familiar hand pops out, causing the door to slide back open. In steps Joshua. 

I’m frozen like a deer in headlights by Joshua’s wolfish, foreboding grin.

As the door closes, Joshua suddenly grips the both of my wrists in one of his big mitts. He then tosses a leg over my arms, turning his back to me in the process. With a pull, he makes me fall to my knees and my face slam into his pillowy backside.

Joshua reaches behind, with his free hand, and cups the back of my head, keeping my face buried in his blubbery rump. My cries are muffled by his mounds of ass fat.

I sense us starting to descend. “This elevator isn't the only thing going down after the stunt you pulled, Ken.” Joshua darkly promises.

I feel his glutes flex and then relax.

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MMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFF

“Oh yeah, I’ve been eating barbecue all week. Chew on some just desserts… NGH”

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DDDDDDDDDFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTT

“Yum, how do those recycled baked beans taste, bud… GGH”

PPPPPPPPPWWWWWWWWFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRR

FFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMMVVVVVVVVVPPPPPPPPP

“Hope you’re still hungry because here comes a big, steaming plate of sweet revenge”… HGH”

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Joshua unleashes a gassy assault on my face. He finishes with a chain of beefy farts. The smell of digested meat and cabbage singes my nose hairs.

When we reach the ground floor, Joshua releases me. Already on my knees, I fall onto my hands and start dry-heaving.

“Ah, barbecue for breakfast. Isn’t my booty gracious? Haha.” Joshua taunts as he goes to leave.

“I’ll get you back for this.” I promise through my wheezing.

Joshua pauses before bending his knees and extending his titanic backside into my face.

MMMMMMFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPP

Turning my head doesn't prevent me from getting a noseful of Joshua’s noxious ass wind. 

“Not a problem. This big fella will be ready and waiting for ya.” He quips before leaving.

It takes me a few to collect myself; I’ll be nurturing my wounded pride for the rest of the day. This was another win for Joshua.

A few days later, after exiting the elevator, I see Joshua in front of his door with Gavin. Gavin steps away with a relieved smile. 

Just before disappearing into his apartment, Gavin says, “Cool, if you don’t need any help then I’ll see you later, Josh.”

As I walk closer, I see that Joshua’s in pretty bad shape. His right arm is in a sling, and his left arm and face are littered with bandages. He must’ve been injured on the job.

What’s worse is that he’s handling a bag of groceries while trying to unlock his door with one arm. Unsuccessfully I might add. 

I have to confess that I'm irked by Gavin. He should’ve helped Joshua.

When I reach my door, Joshua's still trying to get his door open. 

I roll my eyes and mutter, “For goodness sake.”

I march over to Joshua, grab his keys, and unlock the door.

“Hey!” He indignantly cries.

Ignoring him, I take his groceries and then impatiently gesture for him to go inside.

“I don’t need your help.” Joshua hisses.

I scoff, “Yeah, a wooden door wasn't just kicking your ass.” I reply, dryly.

Joshua narrows his eyes. “Oh you wanna help? Then help yourself to this.” He then twists his hips, pressing his bubble butt against my side.

PPPPWWWWW-FFFFFFTTTTTT

Joshua rips two consecutive, airy poots on me. Normally, his eggy vapors would chase me off, but not this time. He needs assistance and is too prideful to ask for it.

I retaliate. I give a bandaged part of his left arm a little pinch making him whimper. I walk inside, head to his kitchen, and start putting away his groceries. Joshua huffs as he follows me inside. He slowly leans against the nearby counter, watching me work. 

I get annoyed as I go through his groceries. There are no pre-made meals. Is he going to try and cook in his condition?

I shake my head as I pull out a big pan and start the oven. 

“What are you doing?” he asks, suspiciously. 

“Making enough food to last you for several days.” I inform him.

“There’s no need.” Joshua growls through clenched teeth.

“Yeah, I’m sure a guy who can’t use his dominant hand, and is high on pain medication will do great in a kitchen. You're supposed to be a fireman, right?” I snark back.

This angers Joshua even more. “Listen here: I don’t need your help! So just leave and take this with you.” He wheels around and leans forward, pointing his butt at me.

PPPPPBBBBBFFFFFTTTTTT

Joshua blasts me with a 4 second fart that reeks of rotten eggs. The smell is awful but I don’t give him a reaction. I get to work, cooking.

“Go take a shower and then relax on the couch. Dinner will be ready in an hour.” I order.

After a minute or two of defiantly standing in place, Joshua decides to do as I said. But not before hobbling up to me, hiking up his leg, and farting on my back.

5 minutes later, I hear a groan come from the bathroom. There’s nothing I need to attend to at the moment so I go check on Joshua.

I knock on the bathroom door, “Joshua, you okay in there?” 

I get scared when he doesn’t answer after a few seconds. Finally, I hear him softly admit, “I can’t get out of my clothes. I need help.”

I open the door and step inside. He’s standing in the middle of the bathroom, looking down at the floor; still wearing his gray sweats and black t-shirt. 

I first help him with his shirt. Then I get on my knees, behind him, to help him out of his sweats and boxers. This has me face-to-face with his bare, fleshy melons. I notice his left hand curl into a fist, and his glutes flex, signaling that he’s about to fart. 

“Fart and I'll give you a wedgie so bad that you’ll be tasting your underwear.” I warn.

This immediately deters him.

“Do you need any help washing?” I ask. He shakes his head so I leave him to it, and head back into the kitchen.

30 minutes later he emerges, wearing a white muscle shirt and silver basketball shorts, taking a seat on the couch. 

Once the food is done, I plate two helpings and join Joshua on the couch.

I hand him his plate and take a seat on the other end of the couch. I’m impressed, he's using his non-dominant hand to eat.

“So what do you want to watch?” I ask.

He shrugs. 

I’m not used to dealing with a Joshua who lacks his usual overconfidence. I decide to severely dial down my confrontational side.

“I know they're old but I love to watch 'Seinfeld' and 'Friends'.” That's a complete lie but I remember overhearing Joshua telling Gavin that ‘Friends’ is one of his favorite shows.

Joshua smiles softly. “‘Friends’ is one of my favorite shows, actually.” He admits.

I nod before picking up the remote and putting on ‘Friends’.

Watching this show as we eat and talk is ironic since this is the first time we've been friendly towards each other.

“You know I used to work as a busboy in a Michelin star restaurant when I was younger and lived in California. So many celebrities would eat there. And you wanna know something?” Joshua starts.

“What?” I ask.

With a cheeky grin he points at the guy who plays Ross, on the screen, “I farted on him once.”

“Shut up” I fire back, laughing.

I grin and he nods his head. “It’s true, I farted on the back of his head while I was bussing a table behind him. It was silent but he sure as hell smelt it. He was being a complete monster to my waitress friend so I had to drop a butt bomb on the fuck-face. Man, I can’t even count the number of celebrities I’ve farted on while working there because they were being dicks.” He explains, cracking us both up.

“Haha, okay-okay, who’s the biggest celebrity you've farted on?” I ask, excitedly.

Joshua thinks on it for a moment. “Oh, George Clooney. He called my waiter friend an incompetent dumb-ass so I was going to let him have it. The gods were on my side because while walking past his table, he dropped something on the floor and bent down to pick it up. With a slight shift of my hips, I blasted him in the face with an sbd, and then made myself scarce. I could hear him throwing a fit, complaining that he's never smelt anything so horrible.”

I give him a round of applause. “Freaking awesome man.” I praise him.

He gives a mock bow. “Just doing what I do best. Everyone I worked with knew to come to me if they wanted some revenge.” 

“Wow, I’m honored. The same butt that farted in my face also farted in George Clooney’s.” I joke, making Joshua laugh. He then winces in pain.

“Where’s your meds?” I ask. I retrieve them after Joshua tells me where they are. I then assist him to bed.

As I go to leave Joshua groggily says, “Thanks” before quickly falling asleep.

The next day, I stop by before heading to work, seeing if Joshua needs anything. He doesn’t.

I stop by again after work. Some of his friends are coming to pick him up. He’s gotten fully dressed but needs help getting on his shoes. He sits on the couch and I kneel down, slipping them on. 

As I’m tying them, he slides forward, sitting on the edge of his seat, hovering his taint right in my face. Before I can react…

BBBBWWWWMMMMPPPP

Joshua blasts me in the face with an eggy fart. I make a noise of disgust, causing Joshua to laugh.

“Ah, that’s my butt thanking you for all the help, haha.” He teases.

Normally, when Joshua farts on me it’s vindictive and malicious. This is different, more like friends joking around.

I chuckle, giving his knee a soft slap. 

As I keep attending to him over the next few weeks, our friendship steadily grows. And Joshua’s also farting on me far more than when we were rivals.

Everytime I’m helping him with his shoes, and my face is in the blast zone, he makes sure to fart.

Whenever I kneel down to retrieve something, and Joshua’s nearby, as quickly as he can, he’ll sneak over and fart on the back of my head.

When I’m sitting down and Joshua has to walk past me, at the last moment, he thrusts his hips back, and farts in my face. It gets me everytime.

He just sent me a video of him farting on my food while I was in the bathroom. It's both gross and hilarious. 

I text him back.

Me: ASSHOLE! That'll never happen again

Joshua: We’ll see, and do you think that’s the first time I've farted on your food? LOL

Joshua follows that up with another video that has me choking on my own spit. It’s of his bare, fuzzy, bubbly ass. Ptwtwtwtwwtwww

He pushes out a high-pitched, squeaky poot. Beneath it reads: Yum-Yum.

What the fuck! I’m hard. Oh no! Am I catching feelings for Joshua? Am I turned on by his…?

I do the most human thing. Ignore my dilemma and hope it goes away.

After several weeks, Joshua’s healed up and back to working at the firestation. With me no longer needed to look after him, I’m scared that things will return to the way they were. I haven't seen him in a couple of days and I’m too nervous to call him.

Fate steps in when I bump into Joshua in the elevator. We’re both returning home after work. He’s looking real hot in blue jeans and a white muscle shirt.

 As we start ascending, I ask, “Would you-”

At the same time he asks, “So, I-”

We both laugh at us trying to speak. I indicate for him to go first.

“So, I was wondering, if you'd like to get a beer with me this weekend?” Joshua asks. 

I can’t keep the smile off my face. “I’d really like that.”

I’m not entirely sure this is a date, but It’s better than nothing.

As we exit the elevator, we see a figure standing in front of my door. It’s Gavin. 

If I’m being honest, I haven’t thought much of Gavin over the past month. I’ve said ‘Hi’ while passing but that is it. I still think he’s cute but my attraction has migrated to Joshua.

When we near him, Gavin smiles at Joshua, “Hi Joshua.” Joshua returns the greeting.

When Gavin looks at me, his smile grows and he looks a bit nervous. “Hi Ken, I was wondering if you’d like to go out on a date this Friday?” Gavin asks, completely catching me off guard. I’ve been fighting for this for months, but not anymore.

I’m so stunned that I don’t know what to say. I remain silent for nearly a minute.

Suddenly, Joshua gives me a pat on the back, gaining my attention. I see a sad smile on his face. Before I can say anything, he disappears into his apartment. 

The sound of his door closing knocks me out of my stupor. I look back at Gavin. “I’m sorry Gavin but no. There’s someone else.” I confess.

“Oh, I understand. I guess I’ll talk to you later.” Gavin braves a smile before fleeing into his apartment.

I pay him no mind, I have something more important to deal with. I go over and knock on Joshua’s door. When he opens the door, he has a sour expression and rolls his eyes. 

“Don’t tell me you came to gloat, Ken.” Joshua says, bitterly.

I barge past him, into his apartment. “Hey” He barks at me.

I turn to him and shake my head. “No. We’re not going back to being hostile to each other.” I state.

“Secondly, I turned Gavin down.” I tell him.

Joshua brow furrows. “What? Why? We’ve been competing for him for so long.”

I nervously lick my lips. Here I go. “Well, over the past couple of weeks, I’ve developed a huge crush on somebody else. And that person may be in this room.” I elude.

After a second or two, Joshua’s eyebrows nearly shoot up into his hairline. He points at himself. “Me? You’re into me?” He adorably squeaks out, making me chortle.

“Heh, yes you. I really enjoyed our time together. And sure, Gavin’s cute but you're fucking hot.”

And just like that, cocky Joshua returns. He arrogantly bounces his pecs. I can’t deny that his jockish act is a turn on.

With a smug grin, he swaggers up to me and wraps his big arms around me, pulling my body flush against his bigger, ripped body. With a roll of his hips, I shutter feeling his monstrous hard-on grinding against me.

Joshua presses his forehead against mine and says, “I’ve caught feelings for you too Ken. I’m sorry for being crass but I’ve wanted to plow your sexy ass for the longest. I just never thought I'd have a chance with the shit I’ve done to you.” He rumbles, his warm, minty breath, fanning over my face. 

As Joshua talks, he’s continually rolling his hips, grinding our crotches together. It's hard to take in his words “W-what do you mean? What shit are you talking about?” I ask.

Joshua pauses our impromptu frotting session. “You know, how I’ve been farting on you so much.”

In saying that, I can’t stop myself from humping my bulge into his, with a choked whimper.

Joshua pulls back his face, looking at me in surprise. After a few moments, an impish grin stretches across his face. He leans in and I feel his nose grazing up the column of my neck until his lips reach my earlobe. He gives my lobe a little nip, making me moan and giving me goosebumps.

Joshua sultrily whispers in my ear, “Are you holding out on me, Ken? Do you want me to fart on you?”

I involuntarily hump him again, answering his question.

“Oh, good to know.” Joshua turns around and backs his ample rump into my crotch. He reaches back, grabbing my hips so I can’t move away. He looks back at me, over his shoulder, and then closes one eye and grunts. 

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWPPPPPPPP

Joshua rips a 6 second fart on my hard-on. My head falls into the crook of his neck and I moan.

“Ah, haha, that felt good. Hold strong, Ken. Things are about to get real smelly.”

Joshua shoves me back. The back of my knees hit his couch, making me fall onto the seat. Joshua takes a few steps backwards, bringing his bulbous, jean-clad posterior, right up to my face. All while devilishly smirking at me, over his shoulder.

He then reaches behind, cupping the back of my head. “See you on the other side. In you go, buddy.” Joshua says before burying my face in his warm, doughy cakes. His malleable orbs of ass meat warp around my face, completely smothering me.

FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTT

“Ah fuck yeah! That’s what I’m talking about.” FART “Damn, it’s been years since I’ve been with a fart-sniffer, like you” FART “I only had one other” FART “He was my boyfriend during my freshman year of college” FART “It was awesome; he was addicted to my ass gas” FART “He couldn’t get enough” FART “And the best thing was that he’d never complain about my constant farting like all my other boyfriends” FART “And I’ll bet you’ll be the same way” FART “You’ll never want me to hold back my gas; you’ll want me to always let it fly” FART “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it… FGH” FFFFFFAAAAAARRRRRRTTTTTT

Joshua bombards my face with a barrage of eggy butt bombs. They have me coughing and my eyes watering, and I love it. 

I gasp for air when Joshua pulls me out of his pillowy bum. I look up and find him looking down at me, over his shoulder, with a raised eyebrow and trickster's grin. “I think we should make our first kiss a memorable one, don’t you?”

Joshua undoes his jeans and starts pulling them and his boxers down. I breathe a little faster as Joshua’s titanic, bare, fleshy moons, pour out into the open and wobble in front of my face. 

He uses his left hand to spread open his crack, revealing his sweaty, fur-surrounded, winking pucker.

I start as I feel his other hand cupping the back of my head and pulling my face in. Out of instinct I try to struggle, making Joshua snicker. “Nu-uh, you ain’t getting away from this. Bring it on in, lover-boy, my booty hole wants a kiss.”

Joshua plunges my face deep into his cavernous crack. His massive, fleshy boulders surround and imprison my entire head from the outside world. He flexes his glutes, trapping me, ensuring I can’t escape. 

“Word to the wise, Ken. My booty's a romantic. He loves a lot of tongue in his kisses. Best to not make him angry… GGH”

RRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFWWWWWWTTTTTTTT

Joshua vents a fart into my open mouth, inflating my cheeks with his noxious ass wind. I can taste his vile fumes on my tongue.

Taking his advice, I stick out my tongue and lick his sweaty cornhole. It flutters open and fires a poot onto my tongue. I feel Joshua’s body quiver.

“Oh fuck yeah! That’s what I’m talking about. Make out with my nasty hole… HGH”

FFFFFFFWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP

“Fuck yeah you dirty bitch! Eat my ass! Eat my rank farts… FGH”

RRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFF

“Is this what you wanted, Ken? I hope so because I’ll be feeding your face into my fat, gassy ass-”

“Every”

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLMMMMMMM

“Fucking”

MMMMMMMMMMWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOPPPPPPPP

“Day… NGH”

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFF

Joshua’s words and flatulent storm are too much and I can’t stop myself from spewing. Wanting to pleasure him as well, I continue to eat him out, using every trick I have in my playbook. Joshua’s butt cheeks clamp harder down on my face as his body starts to sporadically jerk as he shoots along with me.

Joshua spreads his globes granting my head freedom. I feel his ass sweat trickling down my face as the cool air hits me, but I don’t care. I slump down onto the couch breathing hard. Joshua plops down next to me, also exhausted.

After basking in comfortable silence, Joshua manhandles me, making it so we’re lying down on his couch with him big spooning me. This is nice.

“I hope my new kink isn’t too weird for you.” I say.

Joshua chuckles. “Haha, are you kidding? This is great! Everytime I screw up or wind up in the doghouse, all I gotta do is tackle you to the floor, sit on your face, and fart and I’ll be forgiven."

I laugh and playfully elbow him in the stomach, “You’re such a dick.”

“Oh yeah? Then take this!” I then hear PPHHOOOBBBTT.

Joshua suddenly covers my nose and mouth with his cupped hand. The stench of his raunchy fart has me boning up again.

1 Year Later

I’m sitting in a bar, waiting for my boyfriend. We’re going to have a beer here before going on our date. 

I pull out my phone, about to text him when someone sits in the stool next to me. I look up to see a decently handsome guy, giving me a flirtatious smile. 

“Hey sexy. Can I buy you a drink?” 

“Sorry, I'm with someone.” I politely decline.

I glare at him when he has the audacity to place a hand on my lower back, just above my ass. 

“Come on, baby. He doesn’t need to know. Besides, I know your ass will love me.” He says with a smarmy grin that disgusts me.

Someone steps in between us, knocking his hand off of me. It’s my boyfriend, Joshua, and he doesn’t look pleased.

“Before his, let’s see if my ass will even like you.” Joshua twists his hips and farts in the prick's face.

BBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPWWWWRRRRRR

The area around us is quickly enveloped in a cloud of Joshua’s rancid fumes.

I glance around, noticing everyone in the bar is watching. Their expressions range from humor to shock, and a few looking repulsed. 

Speaking of repulsed, the guy Joshua farted on, looks like he’s gonna be sick.

“Hmm? Sad to say but my ass is underwhelmed. Your face barely works as a decent fart-filter. Which reminds me: in you go.” Joshua grabs the guy by the back of his hair and pulls his face into his big ass, burying his nose in between his meaty cheeks.

Joshua narrows his eyes and strains out, “Remember this stink whenever you even think about touching what's mine… GGH”

RRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP

Joshua rips a thunderous, 10 second fart in the jerk's face. It’s a loud one that drowns out the going on conversations and music playing. And the smell is brutal. I can tell this is one of Joshua’s nastier butt bombs. 

After grinding his ass against the man’s face, Joshua lets him go and he falls to the floor, unconscious.

Unsurprisingly, we’re kicked out of the bar after that. 

“Well thanks for getting us kicked out and banned from another bar.” I snark, slightly annoyed.

My boyfriend unfairly knows exactly what to do to get back in my good graces.

“I’m sorry babe, well to be more precise my booty is sorry. Here, he wants to apologize to you face-to-face.” Joshua then grabs the back of my head, pulls my face down, and smothers my face into his doughy cakes.

PPPPPPPPPPPVVVVVVVVVVOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM

Joshua vents a 7 second fart, right up my nose that reeks of raw sewage.

Joshua straightens me back up, beaming at me with a cheeky, lopsided grin. I’m blushing and aroused.

“Just promise not to get us kicked out of any more places.” I mutter, slightly embarrassed.

“I promise. Your boyfriend’s booty on the other hand…”

Looking me right in the eyes, Joshua extends his fat ass out, behind us. What he unleashes can be heard throughout the entire city.

All characters are 18+

I started my senior year of highschool in a new school. I was scared about not making friends but before my first class I literally ran into Scott Burns. After apologizing and confirming I was new, we started talking and hit it off. By the end of the day we became friends, and by the end of the week we became best friends.

Scott'’s tall, dark, muscular, and always sporting his signature leather jacket. He screams bad boy.

Scott also sports an insanely fat ass. Each of his butt cheeks are bigger than my head. Scott’s not ashamed of his bubble butt, in fact he proudly flaunts it. His jeans are always sagging, showing off his underwear-clad cheeks, accentuating the size of his fat bubble butt.

Speaking of his ass, Scott’s nicknamed ‘Skunk’, and I’m constantly experiencing why. Skunk’s the gassiest person I've ever met. He's always farting on me, especially when we're alone. Before he strikes he says something like “I’m about to spray ya’ or ‘get skunked’. 

Although we’ve become best friends, he doesn’t know I’m bi. It’s because of my crush on him. Not only is Skunk hot but I’ve got a farting fetish.

I don’t wanna freak Skunk out with my weird fetish so I pretend to be grossed out whenever he farts around or on me.

Since I started school here, I’ve noticed something peculiar. Even though Skunk’s been here since freshman year, he has no other friends. He’s not a loser because no one ever picks on him. In fact when I walk with him through the halls, everyone gives him a wide berth, looking scared. That includes jocks, popular students, and even some of the teachers. I find out why today.

I’m walking down the empty halls, heading to class. I’m running a little late but I have an excuse.

As I’m passing an empty classroom, with the door slightly open, I hear Skunk’s voice. “So where’s my lunch money?”

I take a peek inside. Skunk is standing in front of some dude sitting in a desk. 

“I-I left my money on my dresser, but I promise to add that to tomorrow’s lunch money, tomorrow.” the guy nervously pleads.

Skunk looks down at him with a toothy grin. I see a maliciousness in his eyes. “Hehe, that’s not how this works. You not paying me means today you don’t have Skunk repellent. Sorry bitch but I’m gonna spray ya.”

Skunk turns around, presenting his fat, bubbly rump within a foot of the guy’s face. As usual, Skunk’s jeans are sagging, revealing he's wearing neon green underwear. 

Skunk reaches back, grabs the top of the guy’s head, and pulls his face into his ass. I start to feel warm as I watch the fat of Skunk’s doughy cakes mold and warp around the guy’s face; It’s like his face is sinking in quicksand. All I can see is the back of his head, the rest is buried in Skunk’s ass meat.

Skunk takes a deep breath and then…

RRRRRRPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBB

He rips a 5 second fart right in his victim’s face. I hear muffled coughing coming from Skunk’s huge butt.

“Ah, yeah choke on that. This is what happens when you don’t pay up. You deal with my booty… HGH”

PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWTTTTTTTTT

Skunks rips another fart in his face. The guy’s thrashing around, behind Skunk, making Skunk laugh.

“Haha, struggle all you like, you’re not going anywhere. In fact you should get comfortable because your skunking is just getting started… NGH”

PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPP

FFFFFFFFFFDDDDDDDDUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRR

MMMMMMMVVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTT

DDDDDDDDDDFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBB

Skunk rips a barrage of lengthy, trumpeting farts pointblank in the guy’s face for several minutes straight. Once Skunk finally releases the back of the guy’s head, he slumps in his chair, unconscious.

Skunk peers down at him, over his shoulder, and scoffs. “Tch, better have my money tomorrow or I’ll be spraying ya, bare-ass.” Skunk threatens him, even though he’s unconscious.

I quickly and quietly slips away, before Skunk notices me. I don’t want him to catch me spying on him while I’m hard. Speaking of which, I need to deal with this. I head to the bathroom and calm it down before getting to class.

I meet up with Skunk at lunch. We both usually sit by ourselves at a table outside.

We head to our table at the far end and see that it is occupied by Damien Fresh and his friends. Like me, Damien is new and a senior, but he’s rich. He’s basically paid for his popularity and the friends who sit with him. 

“This is our spot. Move.” Skunk orders. 

Damien glares at Skunk and says, “Beat it, asshole.”

Skunk sneers before turning around. He leans forward, extending his ass out towards the group at our table. He scrunches up his face and strains out. “GGH… You can thank him for why I’m about to skunk ya all… NGH”

PPPPPPPPPPPPWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT

20 seconds of loud and noxious ass wind vents out of Skunk’s bum. As he farts, he sways his ass from left to right, spraying them all down with his skunk fumes.

Nearby students find some place else to eat. 

Skunk’s victims are coughing and gagging, and their eyes are watering. I get a whiff of Skunk’s eggy emission and sympathize with them. Skunk’s farted on me so much that I’ve built up a tolerance; it doesn’t wreck me as badly.

All sitting at the table quickly clear out. Just before Damien can escape, Skunk clutches him by the shoulder. “Oh don’t think this is over, rich boy. From now on, whenever I see you walking down the hall, or sitting in class, or eating lunch, or even getting in and out of your parents’ car, I’m gonna walk over and skunk ya in front of everyone. Welcome to West Lincoln High.” Skunk promises before swiveling his hips and farting on Damien’s thigh. He then shoves him away, letting him escape with his friends.

“You really aren't gonna do that, right?” I ask. Skunk shoots me an impish smirk before farting on my side.

 “Right?” I badger as I sit right next to Skunk at our now free table. This is the first time he's done something like this in front of me.

Skunk snickers, “Hehe, that’s what I love about you Izzy, you’re so nice. Thankfully my butt doesn’t suffer from the same problem.” Skunk teases before farting, making the bench beneath us vibrate. Another blast of his butt stink joins the rest surrounding our table.

“Ugh, did you have to skunk our table so badly?’ I gripe.

"You shouldn't be complaining when you choose to sit right next to me, like you always do. You know I always spray anyone who gets too close.” Skunk leans away, aims his ass at me, and blasts me with a few poots. PPFFBB, RRHHTT, MMBBPP.

Lunch consists of us talking and eating while Skunk farts on me and I conceal my hard-on. 

Our lunch period is almost over, so I’m gathering my things. Skunk stands up. I come to a complete stop as I feel something big, fleshy, and rotund pressing against the back of my head. I already know it’s Skunk’s bubbly butt; I can smell his signature ass musk seeping from it. 

“You know Izzy, I always wondered what’s louder? The school bell or my skunky ass? Let’s find out.” As soon as he finishes that-

RRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGG

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPP

Skunk rips a monster-of-a-fart on the back of my head that completely mutes the school bell, at least for me.

The stench of digested meat and cabbage clouds the air around me. I’m sure it will follow me for sometime. 

Skunk sighs in relief as he rubs his ass against the back of my head. “Ah, as expected, my butt won. Thanks for the help, my farted-on assistant, hehe.” Skunk teases.

I push Skunk away, making him laugh even more. I get up and stuff my hands into my pockets, making my predicament less noticeable.

When we head back into school I run into someone I share a class with. Earlier we had a pop quiz in said class; we share our scores. Although we have the same answers, he got a 90 while I failed. 

I shake my head, “Mr. Denver has had it out for me for the last 2 weeks.” I complain. 

My classmate gives me a sympathetic smile before walking away. A sour expression pops on Skunk’s face after hearing this.

“Don’t worry I’m sure things will change for the better by tomorrow.” Skunk promises. I can hear a dark undertone hidden beneath Skunk’s hopeful words.

Skunk turns to leave but I know his next class is in the other direction. “Uh Skunk, you're going the wrong way.”

Skunk grins devilishly back at me, “I know. I’m skipping.”

“Skunk!” I start to admonish but he cuts me off.

“Izzy, you got more important things to worry about, like running away from this along with everyone else around us.” Skunk unashamedly hikes his leg up high, leans slightly to the side, and grunts.

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Skunk rips a loud, chainsaw-sounding fart that can be heard over all the students in the hall. Most of them groan and cover their noses as they flee in different directions, making Skunk laugh. The smell of rotten eggs and spices quickly sweeps through the area.

Skunk continues to laugh as he fans behind his ass. “Haha, that’s it people, run for your noses. I just skunk bombed this hall real good.” 

Skunk shoots me a cocky half-grin before leaving.

As he walks off, I leer at his infamously big ass. The sight of his basketball-sized cheeks bouncing against each other as he walks away is hot as hell.

Once Skunk disappears around the corner I decide to follow him. Since I have a study-hall next period it’s no big deal.

I follow Skunk from a distance, not wanting him to notice me. As the bell rings again, the halls empty out and I spot Skunk slipping into a familiar classroom. It’s Mr. Denver’s classroom but he doesn’t have a class this hour. Skunk closes the door behind him.

I sneak over and peek inside through the door-window.

I have to stop myself from audibly gasping. Skunk has Mr. Denver on his knees and thanks to his grip on the back of the teacher’s neck, he’s smothering Mr. Denver’s face in his doughy cakes. Not only that, he’s ripping fart after fart in the man’s face.

The sight of a student bullying an authority figure with just his farts is such a turn-on. 

“You must think you're clever, huh?... HGH” 

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“Going after him because you can’t handle the Skunk… FGH”

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“Because you know I’ll skunk you as bad as the last time you tried to discipline me… GGH”

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“Well how is your little plan going for you now?... RGH”

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“I bet it’s really starting to stink… GHH”

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Skunk rips a series of trumpeting farts pointblank in Mr. Denver’s face. Mr. Denver’s been struggling the entire time but his movement is getting more sluggish and weaker after every fart he’s forced to inhale.

Skunk pulls Mr. Denver’s face out of his bubbly ass and glares down at him, over his shoulder. Tears are streaming down Mr. Denver’s face and he’s a coughing mess.

“Issac Jones is under the Skunk’s protection. Fuck with him again and be prepared to get sprayed even worse. This is your one and only warning.” 

Skunk leans forward and arches his back, smothering Mr. Denver’s face again with his underwear-covered, fleshy mounds. He then grabs both of Mr. Denver’s wrist in his hands and pulls forward, making the teacher’s face sink deeper into his ass fat and ensuring he can’t escape. I watch as Skunk narrows his eyes as he grits his teeth. I can hear him grunting and straining, “NGH… Get skunked… UGH”

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A minute and a half of noxious wind explodes out of Skunk’s ass and directly into Mr. Denver’s face. Although I'm witnessing Mr. Denver’s body twitching sporadically, I am completely jealous.

After wiping his ass with his victim’s face for a few moments, Skunk lets go of Mr. Denver’s neck and the man falls to the floor, unconscious. Smirking down at him, Skunk says, “Enjoy teaching your next class in this noxious hellscape.” Skunk taunts the unconscious man.

In a power move, Skunk squats down and farts on the teacher's face.

I duck away when Skunk turns to the door to leave. I’m not sure if he saw me or not. I quickly and quietly make my escape to the school library. 

When I’m in the library, I hold up in a hidden corner area, in the back. It has a long desk, wooden chairs, and a few bean-bag chairs scattered around. 

I take a seat at the desk and start on my homework. It’s a bit of a struggle to focus when my mind keeps wandering to the fart torture Skunk’s been dishing out today. I’m gonna pop like a champagne bottle when I get home and into my room.

While trying to work, I’m hit by the sudden stench of rancid meat mixed with sulfur. It’s both a nauseating and familiar stink. I turn my head and see Skunk standing in the entrance of my small little area. However, his back is to me and he has his boxers pulled down, mooning me. His meaty orbs are spread with one hand and he wafts his silent butt bombs my way with the other.

Holy shit, this is the first time I’ve ever seen his bare ass. I’m hard as steel.

“Really Skunk? I’m trying to do my homework here.” I pretend to be annoyed.

Skunk looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a cocky grin. He then starts backing up, bringing his spread crack up close and personal. I can now see his asshole surrounded by a forest of black, curly hair. 

Skunk stops when his ass is within a foot of my face. I can smell his lingering farts and manly musk oozing from his crack. I feel like I’m paralyzed; I can’t move. 

“Hehe, actually this is the perfect time with us being in school. I’m about to teach you how bad my sbds can get when there’s no fabric filtering them.” Skunk whispers.

I watch as his pucker opens and presses outward, over and over again. Pushing one silent puff of gas out after another, point-blank in my face. 

“Oh” “Ah” “Have some of that” “Smell that one too” Haha, damn I’m gassy today” “I ain’t called Skunk for nothing” “Hope you’re not dead yet because I’m just getting started” I still have so much gas that it’s not even funny”

Skunk accompanies every silent blast with taunting words. The stink makes me want to retch but we have to remain quiet in the library. This is torture in multiple ways. It feels like he’s gonna burn off my nose and if he doesn’t stop soon I feel like I’m gonna shoot a load in my boxers. 

Skunk quickly pulls up the back of his boxers and sits in the chair next to me. That’s when I hear footsteps approaching. 

A few seconds later, Damien Fresh walks into our secluded area. He nearly stumbles from the smell as he comes into view. Skunk’s already up and walking towards him.

“Ugh, it smells like-” Damien pauses when he realizes who he's with. Before he can escape, Skunk’s already on him.

“Just in time, Fresh-meat, these chairs are so uncomfortable, I need to use your face.

I hope you haven’t forgotten the promise I made. About what I’d do to you whenever I see you.”

Skunk grabs Damien by the shoulders and shoves him to the ground. Damien falls onto his back with his upper half landing on a bean-bag chair. 

Before Damien can react, Skunk stands above him and wheels around, eclipsing Damien’s horrified face in the shadow of his protruding backside. Not giving him a chance to scream for help, Skunk sits firmly down, planting his underwear-covered, bulbous cakes right on Damien’s face. 

I watch in awe as Skunk’s immense amount of ass meat envelopes Damien’s entire head like a gelatinous blob. All I can see above Damien’s chest is bean-bag chair meeting Skunk’s bubble butt.

Skunk chuckles quietly to himself, “Heh, that’s it Fresh-meat, scream for me. Open your mouth so you can both taste and smell what the Skunk’s about to spray… FGH”

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Skunk rips two rumbly farts in Damien's face. Thankfully Damien's face is muffling them, otherwise Skunk's farts would be heard around the entire floor.

I can barely hear Fresh pleading, and watch as his limbs flail uselessly. 

Skunks wiggles his ass around on Damien's face, getting comfortable. He then shoots me a lopsided grin, “You’re safe for now Izzy. I’ve got someone else to school in my skunky ways… GHH”

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Skunk proceeds to relentlessly fart on Damien’s face, non-stop. After two minutes, Damien’s body stops moving, but Skunk doesn’t relent. No, he remains seated on his face and keeps ripping silent or muffled farts like a machine.

It’s difficult to focus on my work when this is happening only a few feet away.

Sadly the bell rings, ending this. Skunk finally gets up, confirming that Damien is knocked out.

“Rise and shine, Fresh-meat.” Skunk says as he squats his ass over Damien’s face and spreads his cheeks through his underwear.

It might have been silent but I can tell Skunk pushed out a doozy. His face is red from exertion and he sighs in relief.

Although I'm a few feet away, it only takes a second for the stench to hit me like a freight-train. His sulfuric ass gas has my eyes and lungs burning.

Damien groans as he rolls off the bean-bag chair, trying to get up. When he’s on his knees he looks up imploringly at Skunk. “Please, I’m sorry. Please just stop farting on me.” He begs.

Unmoved, Skunks spins around, grabs the back of Fresh’s head, and pulls him in, smothering his face again with his fleshy orbs.

“Fuck your apology. The only one who’s gonna be sorry is your nose, everytime I see you.” Skunk promises before hiking up his right leg and grunting.

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Skunk pumps out a string of farts in Damien’s face. Once Skunk lets him go, Fresh falls to his hands and knees, dry-heaving. 

“Let's go Izzy, this loser is done with Skunking 101, for now." Skunk orders and I obediently follow him out. 

We walk down an empty hall together, heading to our final classes of the day. 

“You still coming over after school?” I ask. Skunk usually hangs out at my place, after school. My mom likes him so she's fine with it.  Skunk nods, “Good, I’ll wait for you by my car.”

Skunk looks a tad uncomfortable. “Um, can you wait for me for like 30 minutes? I gotta do something.” He tells me, being vague.

“Don’t tell me you've got detention.”

“Ha, no. Let’s just say I’m doing extra-credit for Coach Stevenson.”

“Extra-credit? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” I joke.

Skunk smirks, impishly. “Oh it’s me and I can prove it.”

Skunk wraps an arm around my shoulders, and brings us to a halt in the middle of a deserted hallway. He swivels his hips, pressing his bubbly bum against my hip, and lifts his leg slightly. “Here’s your proof. I’m gonna skunk ya real good… UGH”

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Skunk vents a beefy, 8 second fart on me. The stench of rancid fish and spoiled milk makes me gag. 

Skunk sighs in relief and then laughs as he rubs his ass against me. “Haha, get sprayed.” Skunk teases before taking off in a direction. I head the other way, trying to conceal my semi.

Once the final bell rings I don’t wait for Skunk in my car. As the school empties out, I go looking for him. I don’t know what he’s up to, but I know it will involve his farts. 

Shockingly, I actually spy Skunk talking with Coach Stevenson in front of his office. I frown as the coach gives him a wad of cash and a key., “They’re all in the locker-room. Handle it.” Stevenson tells him. Skunk nods before walking off. 

I race outside and find the row of windows that look into the boys locker-room. Thankfully there are a few stacked crates I can stand on to peer inside. 

I see around thirty football players joking and horsing around as they change into their gear. 

Skunk walks into the room and locks the doors behind him. Standing in front of the exit, Skunk puts two fingers in his mouth and whistle loudly, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Alright fellas, I’m Skunk and I’m sure I’ve skunked each of you in the face at least once. Well, unfortunately for you, I’m here to skunk out the entire team. The coach isn’t too thrilled about you guys getting blown out in your first game of the season, so he wants me to teach you a lesson. And you should know that the coach will be siccing me on you guys whenever you lose. And with that out of the way, let’s begin.”

The players are mumbling to each other, looking scared. 

Skunk wheels around. Usually, only Skunk's jeans are hanging below his ass, but at the moment so are his boxers. Skunk has his bulbous cheeks on full display, mooning the entire locker-room.

Skunk hikes up his leg and strains out, “GHH… Deep breathes gentlemen, I’m about to spray… NGH”

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A long, greasy-sounding fart echoes throughout the locker-room. Skunk sighs in relief as he wafts his fart towards the football team. The players start groaning and covering their noses.

Skunk looks at them, over his shoulder, laughing. “Haha, complaining already? Guys, that was just the warm up. Now I'm about to really cut loose… HGH”

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Skunk pushes out a series of farts, poisoning the locker-room. All of the jocks are coughing and gagging on his gas.

A huge guy is being herded towards Skunk. Teammates are slapping him on the back and telling him that he can handle the Skunk.

The guy’s 6 foot 5, 225 pounds of muscle and fat, and a lineman. He’s called the Oak.

The Oak’s retching and stumbling as he nears Skunk. Once he’s right behind Skunk, Skunk rewards him with a nasty little grin. “Bad move stepping into my danger zone, buddy.”

Skunk bends over at the waist and arches his back, tilting his ass so it’s aimed upwards at the Oak’s face.

“Timber!... FGH”

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A 15 second hurricane of butt funk explodes out of Skunk’s ass. It’s so powerful that it has the Oak’s hair flapping. The Oak falls to the ground, unconscious, freaking the rest of the team out. He's their biggest and toughest guy. 

Skunks braces his hands on the doors and extends out his bare, fat booty.

“One down, the rest of you to go… HGGH”

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“Phew, I still have so much gas left. Damn, I’m one nasty, gassy bastard… RGH”

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“That’s it bitches, choke on my butt stink. It’s like you're the bugs and I’m the big, bad exterminator, haha… GHH”

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“Alright boys, new fart position, new fart position.” Skunk calls out as he lays on the floor, on his back, and pulls his knees up to his chest.

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“Oh yeah, my skunky fumes are practically pouring out of my booty hole now… HGH”

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“Damn I’m starting to scare myself. It’s like my asshole is the gates to hell. Smell the brimstone, fellas?... NGH”

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“Oh, how cute. Some of you dumb fucks are hiding in the showers. Sorry to break it to you but nowhere in this locker-room is safe. FGH… Now suffer losers… UGH”

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I’m both horny and frightened as Skunk farts for 15 minutes straight. And these aren’t little farts, oh no, each of his powerful butt bombs have the lockers and window panes shaking.

The jocks quickly start dropping like flies, passing out one by one, during Skunk's performance . Eventually Skunk is the only conscious person in the locker-room.

Skunk stands back up, leaving his bare ass hanging out. It seems he isn’t done because he’s walking around the locker-room, looking at the unconscious players.

Skunk finally stops over one of his many victims. It’s Zack Tyler, the quarterback and leader of the team.

Skunk sits him up on the floor with his back against the lockers, keeping him propped up.

Skunk squats down in front of him. “Hey, sleeping beauty, wake up.” Skunk says as he gives him a few slaps to the face.

Tyler groans as he regains consciousness. 

Skunk shoots him a devilish grin. “Sorry bud, you’re not finished yet. Coach wants me to rip a real brutal one on you and remind you that this will happen every time your team loses. Sorry man, you gotta take one for the team. In you go.”

Still squatting in front of Tyler, Skunk spins around, presenting his bare, fat bum right in his face. Without wasting a beat, Skunk thrusts his hips back, instantly swallowing Tyler’s face in between his titanic cakes. Not a trace of Tyler’s head is visible anymore. It's just Skunk's butt fat and metal locker.

“I feel sorry for you man, this bomb’s gonna be a doozy. Even if you win the rest of your games this season, your face is gonna reek of my skunk spray for the rest of the year.” Skunk narrows his eyes, and curls his hands into fists as he starts grunting and straining. “HGH… Get skunked… NGH”

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2 minutes of noxious fumes erupts out of Skunk’s ass and pointblank into Tyler’s trapped face. It’s so violent that it has the entire row of lockers rattling. Tyler's body weakly twitches every couple of seconds. Throughout this monster, Skunk smiles in content, pleased with relieving all this gas.

This is too much and too hot for me; I embarrassingly shoot my load in my boxers. I have to bite my lip to stop myself from making a sound.

Once his fart comes to an end, Skunk starts swaying his fat ass from side-to-side, taking Tyler’s unconscious face along for the ride. After a few more moments of working his butt stink into Tyler’s pores, Skunk finally pulls his face out of his ass. Tyler's face is drenched with Skunk’s butt sweat.

Skunk stands back up and pulls up his boxers and jeans, proving he’s done. Catching me completely off guard, Skunk quickly spins his head around and looks me dead in the eyes, through the window, with a huge grin that screams ‘victory’.

“Hey Izzy, you might wanna get to your car and ditch those soiled boxers. I’m pretty sure you enjoyed watching me work a little too much. I’ll meet you at your car.” He dismisses me. 

I go pale. Crap, he knows my nasty secret. But why is he still coming with me? Are we still friends? Is he gonna kick my ass?

I jump off the crates and run to my car. I climb inside and slip off my boxers before getting back out and stuffing them into my trunk. I wait in the driver's seat, not knowing what’s about to go down.

A few minutes later, Skunk opens the passenger-side door. He swivels his hips, aiming his bubbly behind into the interior of my car.

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Skunk rips two airy poots into my car before hopping inside and closing the door. He instantly fart-boxes my car, poisoning all of the interior with his eggy vapors.

“Ah, that one’s just for you, bro. Come on, let's chill at your place.” He orders.

Completely flummoxed, I do as he says, driving us silently to my house. I’m unsure of what’s gonna happen. 

The fact that the 15 minute drive to my house is fart-free is odd. Skunk never wastes the chance to fart-box me in my car. 

We park in front of my house. Although the place is huge, it’s just me and my mom. The reason we moved and I changed schools is because she was offered the position of head surgeon at a huge, nearby hospital. She works a lot so it’s usually just me.

We go inside and head upstairs to my room. Once I shut my door things go from 0 to 100. Skunk grabs me by the elbow and pulls me towards my desk in the corner. He then tosses me into my desk chair before leaning down, bringing his face straight into mine.

“So, did you like all the skunky shows I put on for you today?” He asks with a shit-eating grin.

“You knew I was watching, everytime?” I ask in shock

“Haha, of course, though you need to be punished for spying into my private matters." Skunk teases.

"P-punished how?" I play along.

"I think me singeing out your nose hairs is punishment enough." With that, Skunk spins around. He then pulls down the back of his jeans and boxers, revealing his dual, jiggling mountains of ass meat.  

Skunk tosses a foot onto the top of my desk, causing his fat cakes to part, revealing his pucker surrounded by a thatch of black hair.

My gawking is interrupted when Skunk reaches back and grabs the back of my neck. "In you go, bud. It’s finally time for the Skunk to truly bully your nose.”

Skunk says before shoving my face deep in between his sweaty, doughy mounds. I feel his dense globes clamp around my face, and the tip of my nose kissing Skunk’s fluttering hole. Skunk rips a series of farts right up my nose.

“At last, you know” FART “You know that your buddy, Skunk, is the biggest bully on campus” FART “That me and my booty-hole are feared by everyone” FART “What skunking did you like the best?” FART “When I took that guy’s lunch money with my fat-ass?” FART “When I sprayed Mr. Denver’s face, something nasty for targeting you?” FART “Or when I took down an entire locker-room of athletes with my skunky skills?” FART “Come on, tell me, tell me. Well more importantly, tell my ass… FGH” FFFFAAAARRRRTTTT

Skunk pulls my face out of his huge butt. I’m coughing, retching, and desperately gasping for fresh air. 

“Heh, so which one of my skunkings was your favorite?” Skunk asks again with a laugh.

“You - cough - skunking out the entire football team.” I answer through my coughing.

“Hehe, well good news. Coach also paid me to sneak into the opposing team's locker-room next week, and Skunk ‘em out before the game. You’ll come along and watch.” 

I make a pathetic whine.

Skunk chuckles before picking me up and tossing me onto my bed, on my back. Before I can gain my bearings, Skunk’s already straddling my chest, and he’s recently lost his jeans and boxers.

He’s facing my feet, with his protruding, fat orbs hovering just above my face.

Using both hands, Skunk reaches back and spreads his cheeks, revealing the inside of his sweaty, hairy, musky trench. I forget how to breathe. 

Skunk lowers himself so that his weaponized pucker his hover right above my lips.

“Izzy, remember how we first met? How you bumped into me. Because of that and you being the new kid, I was gonna do this to you… FGH”

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“You being funny and easy to talk to is what saved you. But a few days later, I came to understand that you love my skunk fumes... RGH"

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“There was never a need to hide this, bro. Skunk's got you covered, literally... GGH"

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With that, Skunk sits, burying my head in between his doughy cakes and pressing his sweaty hole against my lips.

“Damn Izzy, I'm really enjoying this. Your face is gonna be up my ass, quite often. Lucky you."

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“By the way, you should consider yourself off the market, you belong to the Skunk now. The Skunk's very possessive and doesn't like to share.”

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“You don’t mind that do you? I didn’t think so.”

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“Pucker up Casanova, it’s time to give my skunky hole some love. I feel a big one coming.”

Skunk presses himself down harder on my face.

“NGH… Sorry if this kills you Izzy. But hey, what a way to go… UGH”

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A 2 minute storm of Skunk’s raunchy ass wind thunders into my open mouth. It expands my cheeks like balloons and floods down my throat. 

I can both taste and smell his sulfuric fumes. The acrid taste has me retching and gagging.

My body convulses, Skunk's monstrous gas has me soiling myself again.

Skunk rises up and peers down at me with a crooked grin, from in between his legs.

“So how was that?” He asks.

“Awesome.” I answer with a tired grin.

“Shit, you’ve seen nothing yet. Don’t forget, I’m skunking the opposing football team next week.”

Skunk slowly starts to lower his ass back down as he speaks. “Just think Izzy, another locker-room full of strong jocks is gonna be decimated by my big, toxic booty.”

Skunk’s just about to sit back down when he suddenly stops. To my disappointment, he hops off my bed and goes to my window. I’m obviously annoyed.

Skunk is staring at something with a confused frown. It soon morphs into a malicious grin. Next thing I know, Skunk throws on his pants and shoes, and bolts out of my room. 

I jump up and race to the window. 

Oh shit, I forgot! Damien Fresh is our next door neighbor. He’s outside, standing in front of a nice car, alongside an older, well-dressed man, who must be his father. 

A few seconds later, I see Skunk walking up to the two. They haven’t noticed Skunk yet.

I’m filled with nervous anticipation as I open up the window.

Skunk pulls down the back off his jeans, freeing his meaty moons, then turns around and backs them into Damien’s side.

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Skunk rips a trumpeting fart on him. I can hear it echoing down the block.

Damien looks horrified and defeated by Skunk’s sudden appearance. 

Damien’s father is shocked at first, but then he becomes enraged.

“Who the hell-” 

Skunk interrupts the older man by forcing him to his knees and shoving his face in between his bare, swampy cakes.

Damien watches helplessly at his father’s current predicament, knowing he can’t stop Skunk.

Skunk shoots Damien a cruel smirk. “Guess it’s daddy’s turn to choke on my farts. NGH... Like father, like son, am I right?... UGH"

It’s been ten years since I've talked to, let alone seen, my step-brother. 

Unlike my mom, who forgave Dean after a few years, I’m happy keeping that monster completely cut out of my life. My only regret is how it pains our parents, and how they have to celebrate the big holidays twice, with both of us, separately.

It took years to heal from the trauma he put me through. I’d like to say that I’m past what he did to me, but that’d be a lie because of one thing. During the last few months, before the truth was revealed, I developed a farting kink, and it still remains today. However, I never got any pleasure from the torture my evil step-brother put me through. All that was still a horrible nightmare.

I don’t know why but for the past month my mom’s been wanting me to mend my relationship with Dean. Saying things like, ‘Oh sweetie, Dean really wants to meet up with you and apologize’ or ‘He was so happy to hear about your promotion. He desperately wants to celebrate it with you’ or what she told me last, ‘Dean was so angry when he heard that you found your boyfriend cheating on you. He looked like he wanted to punch somebody.’ 

Mom’s relentlessness finally pays off and that’s how I find myself sitting with Dean in his living-room.

He’s taller and more muscular than he was ten years ago, but what’s making me feel uncomfortable is his expression. He’s looking at me with unmasked wonder and joy, like I'm some sort of religious figure.

We’ve been sitting here, in awkward silence, for several minutes. Finally, he says, “It’s good to see you Ian. I missed you.”

I don't believe a word of it. “What do you want, Dean? Why’d you beg my mom for me to come see you?” I ask bluntly.

Dean's face falls. “I wanted to see you. I wanted to apologize to you in person for all the terrible shit I did to you. Fuck Ian, I’m so fucking sorry.” Dean’s eyes start to become watery.

Still not buying it, I take a calming breath and ask a question I’ve wanted to know the answer to for years. “Why? Why did you put me through all of that?”

My question pains him. “I-I have no real answer. I was a piece of shit who thought you deserved it and was beneath me. I-I didn’t see you as a real person. But during wrestling practice, when we all heard a commotion outside the gym and went to check, I saw you lying there in a pool of your own blood. At that second I realized how awful and terrible I’ve been to you.” After saying this, he puts his face in his hands and his body starts shaking. He’s crying. 

I can't tell if this is a trick. When he looks up at me again, tears are streaming down his face. “Ian, I’m so sorry. I know you probably don't believe me and think I’m evil, but I'm truly sorry. I know I don’t deserve it, but maybe one day you can forgive me. I'd love to have a true brotherly bond with you one day.”

Fuck, he's being honest. Maybe it’s time. Time I start working through all the hate I harbor towards him.

“Thank you for that apology, Dean. That means more to me than you’ll ever know. I'm not ready now, but maybe sometime in the future, I'll be able to forgive you.” I tell him, being honest.

My words hurt him, but give him hope. “This was a good start but I think we’re done for today.” I say, ending this.

I’m about to stand when Dean stops me. “No, wait please. I-I know it’ll take a long time before you forgive me, but I wanna start making it up to you, today.”

I frown at that, “What do you mean?”

Dean looks unbelievably nervous, “Do you remember when our parents bought you a new laptop and gave me your old one? Well you forgot to wipe your internet history. I saw some of the gay fart porn you watched.”

I go pale at this revelation.

Dean stands, walks up, and towers over me. He’s in gray sweats and a white wife-beater. 

“If you want, Ian, I can fart on you now. Stay for the day and I'll rip some major ass on you. My farts are bigger and smellier than when I was a teen. But this time, it's because you want it. Whenever you want me to stop just tell me and I will. And this is just between you and me.”

His offer is both humiliating and tempting. I haven't been farted on, since him.

“So, you’d be fine doing this?” I ask him. He gives me a confident nod.

I go with it, "Then yes."

Dean smiles before turning around. His basketball-sized cakes, that are stretching his joggers to their limit, are a foot from my face.

“Big sniffs, Ian, here comes a sincere apology from the depths of your brother's booty… NGH”

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Dean blasts me in the face with a trumpeting, 8 second fart that is powerful enough to blow my hair back. It stinks of rotten eggs and cabbage.

“Ah, I hope you liked that because he brought a friend… HGH”

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He vents a bubbly fart in my face that has me coughing. Dean pauses to peer at me, over his shoulder. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” he asks, alarmed

Before I can answer, “Maybe this was a mistake. I’m worried that I’m bullying you like I did when we were younger.” He declares, working himself up.

"Well don't. Back then you had a malicious intent, but not this time. If you were like this when we were younger, this would've been considered brotherly bonding. And we would have been closer."

“Well you shouldn’t because you’re not. Honestly, back then if you only just farted on me and teased me in a brotherly way, I know we would’ve been close.”

“Really?” he asks. I give him an affirmative nod and he lights up.

“Then it's decided. I'm gonna replace all our horrible, old memories with new ones. Happier ones where your gassy little brother uses his farts to play with you.” 

"I better stop holding back.” Dean looks forward again, hiding his face. He tosses a leg onto the arm of the chair I’m sitting on. This causes his cheeks to spread in his joggers. He nears his crack inches away from my face.

“Incoming Ian, get a taste of my true brotherly love.”

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Dean rips a hair-blowing, 5 second butt bomb, point-blank in my face. The eggy stench has me gagging. Dean reaches back, grabbing the back of my head, and pulls my face into his ass. My face is easily swallowed up in between his blubbery globes.

“Bring it in big bro, your lil bro has plenty more apologetic butt rockets to launch at ya” 

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“If your lil bro’s nasty farts are what you want then I’ll give ‘em to ya” FART “You know I’m the man for the job, Ian. Your lil bro’s basically a walking butt bomb factory” FART “Yeah, gonna drown you in a sea of my skunky butt fumes” FART “I’m gonna use my big butt and fart my redemption out of ya… GGH” FFFAAARRRTTT

Dean rips a barrage of nasty farts right up my nose, warming my face with every blast. His farts have my eyes watering.

Dean pulls my face out of his big ass and looks back at me, over his shoulder. He flashes me a lopsided, shit-eating grin. “How was that?” he asks. 

“A-Awesome.” I get out while trying to catch my breath.

His grin grows. “Shit, it's been ten years since I last farted on ya. You ain’t smelled nothing yet.” He hikes up his right leg slightly and…

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“Ah, you're the best bro. You make a perfect fart sponge, haha.” Dean jokes.

Right now I’m swirling in a mixture of emotions. I’m happy to be finally getting along with my step-brother, but he’s also turning me on, and that’s weirding me out. And lastly, my anger from our past is still there.

“Why don’t you join me in the kitchen, Ian. Because I was nervous about seeing you, I haven't eaten all day.” I shrug and follow him to the kitchen.

Dean abruptly stops in the doorway of the kitchen, causing my lower stomach to bump into his ample bum. Dean reaches back, grabbing me by the waist, keeping me against his ass. 

“Sorry Ian, gotta lay some more brotherly love on ya”

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Dean rips a short, rumbling fart on me that shakes me to my core. After doing that, he sighs in relief and starts rubbing his booty on me. 

He looks back at me with a sly grin. “Gotta rub my stink in bro, so everyone can smell that you’re under your gassy lil’ bro’s, skunky protection.” He teases, making me shudder. If only he was always like this and we weren't step-brothers. 

He asks me to take a seat at the table.

“I’m making myself a grilled cheese sandwich. Want one?”

“Sure.”

As he cooks we talk, getting to know each other. Well, I get to know him; he knows a lot about me thanks to hounding our parents.

Once he’s finished cooking, he plates the two sandwiches and brings them over. He sits one where he’s gonna sit and the other near me, on the edge of the table.

After a second of hesitation, he spins around and back up until the back of his thighs hit the table, and his protruding cakes lord inches above my sandwich, covering it in their shadow. 

He looks at me questioningly, “Is this okay?”

I smile and tell him, “Do it.”

Dean’s cocky smirk returns. “Hey big bro, take a listen to this secret ingredient.” He closes one eye and grunts. 

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Dean drops two consecutive, greasy-sounding butt bombs, saturating my sandwich with his noxious vapors. The eggy stink reaches my nose and I can’t suppress my coughing. Dean shoots me another cocky smirk, knowing he’s responsible.

“Take your time and savor every bite, bro. And don’t worry, if it gets cold your little brother will nuke it back to its toasty goodness with this big fella.” Dean gives his bubbly backside a smack, making his melon-sized slabs wobble and bounce against each other.

He takes his seat and we eat and talk. I don't know why but this is far better than when he used to fart on my food.

Once we’re both done, Dean stands up and rounds the table. Next thing I know, he’s picking me up and tossing me onto his shoulder, fireman-carrying me out of the room. I’m now watching his upside-down,  flexing glutes in motion as he takes us out of the room. 

“What the hell, Dean?” I cry.

“We’re gonna burn off these extra calories with some good, ole fashion, brotherly wrestling. And speaking of burning let me take care of any lingering nose hairs.” Dean pauses, mid-stride, and juts his ass out, smothering my face with his pillowy cheeks.

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He rips an airy fart, right in my upside-down face.

“Ah, you got a problem with that?”

“N-no” My answer’s muffled by his ass fat.

With my face still covered by his cakes, he says, “Now there’s a smart big bro. Never anger your lil bro when his gassy butt's right in your face. Although that still won't help you.”

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Dean vents another fart into my face, causing me to gag on the stench of rotten eggs and onions.

He returns us to the living-room. With his foot, Dean pushes the chair, couch, and cocktail table to the side, so the middle of the room is empty. Finally he lets me down, standing me in front of him.

Wearing a wolfish grin, Dean holds out his hands and bends at the knees, “Come on big bro, let's wrestle.”

Dean has over 75 pounds of muscle on me and years of wrestling experience.

“Oh come on Dean, I stand no chance against you.” I halfheartedly whine.

His grin becomes more ominous. “That's funny, big bro. You thinking I'm giving you a choice.”

With no other option, I mirror Dean’s stance. Dean calls it, “Ready. Set. Go!” 

Not even close. In less than 5 seconds, I’m trapped in Dean’s reverse head-scissor. His muscular thighs are wrapped around my head, keeping my face right in front of his toxic-spewing ass crack.

Over Dean’s hillside ass-mounds, I see him peering back at me with a sharp smirk.

Dean shakes his hips, making his doughy orbs jiggle and clap in my face.

“Now tell me, big bro, who’s the gassiest and best wrestler you know?” Dean asks before flexing his quads, causing me to groan.

“You are!” I force out.

“Damn right. Me and my dump truck love pinning you beneath us for a smelly time… FGH”

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“Ah, and who do you come to if someone’s giving you trouble or stressing you out?”

He flexes his thighs again. “You!” I grunt out.

“Exactly, if someone’s bothering you, you come get your lil bro. They'll quickly find themselves on the receiving end of this… RGH”

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“Ah, and whose only purpose in life is to make you happy from now on with their big, stanky booty?”

He squeezes me again, “You” I barely get out.

“Nothing’s off limits, Ian. You want it then it’s done. You want me to fart in the face of someone walking down the street, just point them out and my butt will handle the rest.” PPPHHHHOOOTTT “You want me to shut down an establishment? I’ll have the place condemned and marked as uninhabitable so fast, your head will spin.” BBBRRRAAAPPP “Hell, if you want me to cover the entire planet in a cloud of my ass funk, give me 24 hours and your decision will cause the extinction of fresh air… NGH”

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My face is bombarded with a barrage of Dean’s butt rockets. All I can breathe in is the stink of rotten eggs and spices.

Finally, Dean relaxes his thighs, setting me free. I roll onto my back, breathing heavily and completely hard.

I thought it was over but Dean isn’t done yet. Dean’s suddenly standing above me with his feet planted on either side of my head, facing my feet. He squats down, lowering his huge ass until it’s only a few inches above my face. Dean then pulls down the back of his sweats, just beneath his ass. His blubbery moons spill out and cover my entire face, smothering me. They pour over the sides of my face, swamping my entire head in ass fat.

Through all that ass meat I hear Dean. “Get your nose in there bro, a really bad one's leaving the station… UGH”

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A 45 second fart roars out of Dean’s ass and right up my nose. His hellish vapors have me crying and trying to cough up a lung.

Once his fart comes to an end, Dean remains seated on my face, and starts rocking his booty from left to right, working is butt fumes into my pores.

After a minute of this, he finally gets off of my face. It's accompanied with a wet squelch, thanks to my face being drenched with his ass sweat.

Dean then lies down next to me on the floor. A comfortable silence surrounds us.

I turn my head finding Dean staring back at me with a contented smile. A sudden sadness washes over his face. “I wish this was how it was when we were younger. You deserved an awesome brother who looked out for you instead of the monster I was.” Dean confesses.

“For what it's worth, at least you feel guilty and are trying to make up for it.” I respond.

My words have Dean silently crying to himself. 

Dean quickly wipes away his tears as he gets up and I follow suit. Once we’re standing in front of each other, Dean looks down. I follow his gaze to the imprint of the hard-on in my pants.

Dean looks a tad uncomfortable as he points to the other side of the room “Um, the bathroom is over there if you wanna take care of that.”

I rub the back of my neck, also feeling the tension. “Yeah, that's not gonna happen. Even though this was insanely hot, I can't... finish. With our history and you being my step-brother, it’d be too weird.” I explain.

Dean looks slightly hurt but understands.

I hesitate a second before clapping him on the shoulder. “Thanks for this Dean. How about next week we meet up at a bar, my treat.” I nod my head towards the exit. “I think I’m gonna go.”

I turn to leave but Dean stops me by grabbing my wrist, “Wait, please, before you go, can you give me your phone."

I unlock my phone and hand it to him. After a few moments, he hands my phone back. “There, now you have me and Carlos’ numbers.”

“Carlos? Who’s Carlos?” I ask, lost.

Dean looks bashful. He pulls out his phone and shows me a picture. It’s of him side-hugging a huge guy of Mexican descent. He’s slightly bigger than Dean. 

“This is Carlos, he’s been my best friend for years. He knocked me off my high horse. When you left I became self-destructive and picked a fight with him. He easily knocked me to the floor and sat on my face. For the next couple of hours he kept farting and making me pass-out whenever I woke up. We became best friends after that.

I hate to admit it but he's even gassier than me. If I’m a farting king, he’s a farting god. He’s knocked me out hundreds of times with his farts, while I've yet to knock him out once . And I’ve farted in his face, bare-ass, more times than I can count."

A gassy guy who isn’t my step-brother, hell yeah.

“I’ll be sure to give him a call.”

Dean grins cheekily. “You better or your little brother’s booty will be crossed with you.” With a twist of his hips, he presses his butt against my thigh.

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Dean rips two back-to-back, short poots on me. His skunky vapors reach my nose making me gag. Dean sighs in relief and laughs.

We agree to meet up at his favorite bar, next Friday, before I leave. 

I arrive back home at about 8. It’s still pretty early so I give Carlos a call.

He picks up after the third ring. “Is this Ian?”

I'm caught off guard by his immediate and blunt question. “Um, yes it is.”

“Good, Dean told me you were gonna call. Be ready, I’m taking you out next Saturday.”

His overconfidence kinda irks me. “Pretty presumptuous to think I’ll say yes, don’t you think?” I call him out.

Instead of answering verbally, I hear rustling, followed by…

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“Ah, now you wanna run that by me again.”

Turned on and flustered, I change my tone, “Next Saturday sounds good.”

“That's what I thought. I’ll pick you up a 7. Good luck, your nose is gonna need it, hehe."

Next Saturday, when I'm face-to-face with this hulking man, he offers me a handshake. As soon as I take it, he tosses his leg over our joined hands and pulls, making me fall to my knees. Then my face slams into his bulbous backside. It’s like he stuffed two basketballs in the back of his jeans. With my nose nestled in between his fat cakes, Carlos grunts.

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Carlos rips a 12 second, trumpeting fart right up my nose. The stench of rotten fish and raw sewage singes my nose hairs. I’m immediately smitten. 

He takes us to the drive-in movies. And of course, throughout the movie he fart-boxes the car. And his every fart is loud enough to be heard throughout the entire lot.

A college-aged guy has the guts to come up to Carlos' car and tell him to leave or stop farting so loud.

Carlos is silent as he follows the guy back to his car with his eyes like a hawk. Once Carlos gets what he needs, he gets out and walks up to the driver-side door of the car. Its window is down, so Carlos spins around and backs his huge rump into the guy's surprised face.

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A full minute of loud, raunchy ass wind erupts in the guy's face. The guy, and his friends with him, quickly pass out. Carlos returns, and nobody else complains to him again.

Our date was ending with a kiss and Carlos farting on my hip, but that works us both up. Carlos herds me into my place, lies me on my couch, and pulls down his pants, mooning me with his furry, bronze mountains.

He squats his cavernous ass crack above my face. "Silly me, we're supposed to have dessert on our first date. Here, have a faceful of my cakes. I hear they're a real gas... NGH"

He jokes before taking a seat on my face and farting down my throat several times.

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And just like that, I know he's the one.

Soon after, my weekends are being monopolized by Dean and Carlos. Our parents are ecstatic that me and Dean are trying to bond.

When Carlos and I tell Dean that we're dating he’s happy but warns Carlos that if he hurts me he’ll gas him to hell. Although Carlos respects Dean’s protectiveness he sees his threat as a challenge to his farting dominance. Before Dean can react, Carlos shoves him onto his knees and then pulls his face into his big ass before ripping a massive, 2 minute long fart, knocking Dean unconscious. 

This was the first time I’ve ever witnessed someone out-fart Dean and it was hot as hell.

In the beginning of Dean and I meeting, I'd end up shouting at him about what he did to me. Dean would remain silent and take it. Letting me vent out my anger. Sometimes he'd even cry, making me feel like shit. It was a hard and painful road, but after a year, I finally forgive Dean.

Tonight, in fact, after hanging out with Dean at his place, I surprise him with a hug. I tell him, "I forgive you."

Dean immediately wraps his arms around me and starts bawling into my shoulder.

The next day is my date night with Carlos but he asks me to meet him at Dean's place.

When I let myself in, I hear...

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"Come on Carlos you had him for like ten minutes. I'm about to burst here. About time. Sniff up bitch"

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My jaw drops when I step into the living-room. Dean and Carlos are standing over a guy who's on his knees with his hands zip-tied behind his back. They're taking turns shoving his face into their asses and farting.

Carlos is grinning like a loon when he spots me. "Hey babe, guess who me and Dean cat-fished on Grindr."

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After ripping two farts, Dean pulls the guy's face out of his bubble butt and reveals it to be my ex, Will.

"Ian!" My ex cries before Carlos buries his face into his gargantuan posterior.

"Unfortunately, for your sense of smell, my ass just loathes cheaters"

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Will struggles to escape but Carlos isn't having it.

"You ain't going anywhere. Bottoms up, cheater... FGH"

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I'm so confused/aroused.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"What's it look like?" Dean replies, "I already told you that anyone who messes with you has to deal with your lil bro's nasty booty. This cheater had this coming for a while now." Dean growls out the last part.

Dean pulls down the back of his sweats, freeing his bouncing, pillowy orbs. He rips Will's face out of Carlos' ass and feeds it in between his bare cheeks.

"In you go" Dean states as my ex's face vanishes in his leviathan-of-a-bum.

Dean narrows his eyes and grits his teeth, proving that he's working out something big.

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A 50 second, apocalyptic fart, thunders out of Dean's big ass and pointblank into Will's face. It's so powerful that I see my ex's entire body shaking from Dean's anal eruption.

Carlos whistles, impressed by Dean's performance. "Nice one, D. Looks like we're done holding back. Time to bring my A game."

Carlos also pulls down the back of his sweats. His darker, bigger, and hairier moons pour out of their confines and wobble freely in the open. He steals back my ex's face and deposits it in between his rotund slabs.

"If you thought that was bad then you're in trouble pal. Anyone who hurts my Ian gets no mercy from me. I'm about to melt your nose off... HGH"

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Carlos unleashes a continuous chain of roaring farts right into my ex's trapped face. It goes on for 3 minutes straight.

I'm now feeling aroused/jealous.

Carlos wipes his brow of sweat with the back of his hand. He shots me a crooked grin and wink before reeling Will's face out of his ass. Will's face is wet with their combined ass sweat, and littered with curly butt hairs.

Still gripping the back of his head, Carlos makes my ex look at me.

"Don't you have something to say to him?" Carlos barks.

"I-I'm sorry." My ex barely gets out before Carlos shoves the side of his face against his ass. Half of his face sinks into Carlos' doughy globes.

Carlos looks over his shoulder, to Dean. "Hey D, back your cakes up into mine. Let's lock this fucker up in our cake prison. You know Ian's gonna love the show."

Dean flashes me an impish smirk before backing his ass into the other side of my ex's face.

Dean's and Carlos' blubbery cheeks flow around my ex's head until they make contact. Will's entire head is cocooned in a prison made of their ass meat.

The two start shaking their butts against each other, wiping their sweaty cracks all over my ex's trapped head.

"Hope you enjoy your stinky stay in our cake prison." Dean teases.

"Of course he will, who doesn't love a cake buffet." Carlos dickishly adds.

This is insanely hot. This is exactly how Carlos acts when he jumps me with a fart session, multiple times a day.

"You ready C-man!"

"Hell yeah D, fire away!"

"Ah, that felt good, oh wait here's some more" "Phew, that one's just for you, choke on it buddy" "Oh yeah, how does all that cake taste, prisoner?" "There you go. Eat my shit for being a piece of shit. Let my shitty ass ruin you" "I bet you'll be faithful in the future. Never know if your next victim's little brother is a vengeful, farting god like me" "Well, you're more like a farting demigod while I'm an elder one. Take this for example" "Maybe this will give me a rise in divinity. Take a listen to this action" "Huh? I'm almost impressed. But talk to me when you can fart like this... NGH"

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Dean and Carlos demolish my ex in their cake prison with a plethora of massive and noxious butt rockets. When they separate their asses, they reveal an unconscious Will.

Dean tosses him onto his shoulder, walks out, and unceremoniously dumps him onto the sidewalk.

Dean returns to us in the living-room. The room reeks of Dean's and Carlos' signature, raunchy fumes.

"One down, two more to go." Dean says to Carlos.

Carlos nods, sporting a mischievous grin.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"It may have been over 10 years but Alvin and Josh are due to serve some time in our cake prison. They're next." Dean answers with a lopsided grin.

This sounds hot but also dangerous. The two could end up in actual prison.

"Uh-oh, looks like someone's thinking a little too hard." Carlos sing-songs.

Dean's grin broadens. "Come on into our cake prison, big bro. I'm sure that will help with those troubled thoughts. Oh and this isn't a request."

With the two standing on either side of me, Dean grabs me by the shoulders and shoves me to my knees. They both spin around, showing me that their bare asses are still hanging out in the open.

They both step back, entombing my entire head in between their dense, fleshy moons.

"Buckle up big bro, you'll be staying in here for the next hour... NGH"

"See you on the other side, babe. And please don't hold it against me if this kills you... UGH"

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TWO YEARS LATER

I’ve built a strong bond with Dean over the last 3 years. Not only is he my brother but he’s also one of my closest friends. Me, Dean, and Carlos hangout together every Friday. 

I can’t thank Dean enough for introducing me to Carlos. I just moved in with Carlos and we’re talking about marriage. 

The only bad thing is that I catch Dean looking at us longingly. I know he wants a relationship like ours. His farting has prevented him from having a long-lasting girlfriend for years.

My chance to repay Dean comes in the form of my college friend, Jenifer. She just moved into town.

I struck up a friendship with her because of our shared... interest. At a college party I saw her jock boyfriend fart on her and laugh about it with his friends. No one else but me noticed her blushing. She noticed me as well and we’ve been friends ever since.

I invited her out with us, to our favorite bar, to introduce her to Dean. When we get our drinks and find a table, I ‘accidentally’ elbow Dean in the stomach.

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Dean’s completely embarrassed because Jenifer's standing right behind him. He turns to apologize but notices she’s blushing. After a few seconds, a shit-eating grin forms on his lips.

Dean’s fart quickly spreads throughout the bar and we’re immediately kicked out. In typical Dean and Carlos fashion, the two poot with every step as we leave. 

Jenifer is red as a tomato once we’re outside.

“Me and Carlos are gonna head home. Why don't the two of you go on without us?.” I suggest.

Dean's already nodding as he offers his hand for Jenifer to hold. “Sounds good if you’re up for it?”

Jenifer sweetly smiles, “I’d really like that.” She holds his hand.

Dean shoots her an impish grin, "I know this awesome Mexican place around the corner. But be warned, my farts are nuclear afterwards.”

“T-that doesn’t bother me much. Let's go.” Jenifer replies.

Dean backs his bubbly rump against Jenifer's side and farts. RRRWWWBBB. “Ah, a woman after my own heart. Let’s go.”

Jenifer's still blushing hard as they leave.

Dean looks back at me and mouths, ‘Here's my thanks’. He subtly fans behind his ass and Carlos and I are hit by one of his nauseating sbds. It has me gagging but Carlos isn't bothered in the slightest.

Once they disappear around the corner, Carlos says, “You definitely earned yourself a reward for that, babe. When we get home, I’ll get naked, and all night long, you can keep your face sandwiched in between these beauties. “Carlos turns his back to me, cups the bottom of his meaty globes, and jiggles them for me. Thankfully no one’s around. 

I shove his shoulder, gently. “Oh please, you were gonna shove my face in your crack, all night, regardless.” I accuse him.

Cheekily grinning at me, over his shoulder, he shrugs and says, “Guilty.” Before grabbing the back of my head, pulling my face into his big ass, and hiking up his right leg.

During the middle of my sophomore year of highschool, my mother married a man named Donovan Cage and that’s how I ended up with my younger step-brother, Dean Cage. Although he's a year younger than me, you wouldn’t guess it with how much bigger he is than me. I take after my mom so I’m more petite; barely 5 foot 8 and slim. Dean takes after his father; he’s 6 foot and nearly 200 pounds of rock-hard muscle.

Although a freshman, Dean’s the star player of the football and wrestling team. Because of this he’s hugely popular in school, so we’ve never talked before our parents got together. And I wish things remained that way because Dean’s a cruel monster. 

Dean's been bullying me, relentlessly, the second he and his father moved in with us. He does it when they're not around, and I’d never tell them. It's embarrassing, and more importantly, I don't want to ruin my mother's happiness.

Dean’s constantly torturing me with his ass and farts. His ass is the textbook example of a bubble butt. Each of his butt cheeks are bigger than my head; they’re firm with muscle, covered in a thick layer of fat. He’s constantly burying my face in his cakes, smothering me. I can’t count the number of times he's made me pass out beneath him.

And then there's his farts. The stench of them is inhuman thanks to all the protein in his diet. He never runs out of gas so he’s always farting on me. He’s farted on every single inch of my body at least once, makes sure anything I eat is seasoned with his butt stink, and the first thing I wake up to and go to sleep to is him farting in my face.

Our home isn't the biggest but it’s bigger than their old apartment, so that’s why they moved in with us. And why now I’m sharing a bedroom with Dean.

I’ve been living this nightmare for 2 hellish years.

2 Years Ago

Dean and his dad just finished moving his stuff into mine- I mean our room.  Dean and I are now alone, in our room, while our parents are out on a romantic date.

We’ve talked a few times but I get the feeling that Dean doesn’t care for me. Hopefully I can change that by offering an olive branch.

I smile as I hold out a hand. “So I guess you’re my little brother now. If you need anything just let me know.”

Dean wears a vacant expression until he shakes my hand. Once my hand is in his, he shoots me a withering sneer.

He tosses a leg over our joined hands, turning his back to me. He then pulls my hand forward, between his legs. I fall to my knees and my face slams into his twin moons covered by his basketball shorts.

“You’re not worthy enough to talk to me. Shut up and eat my farts.” He cruelly declares.

Before I can process his words, I hear him grunt and then…

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He rips a 5 second fart pointblank in my face. It stinks of digested meat. It has me coughing. 

I tug my face away from his huge ass.

“What the fuck are you doing–mmm” My cry is silenced as he reaches back with his free hand, grabs the back of my head, and shoves my face back into his doughy mounds. 

“Don’t raise your voice at me you fucking looser. Looks like you’re in need of a lesson. Luckily for you my booty’s up to the task, heh… NGH”

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Keeping my face smothered in his crack, Dean vents fart after fart up my nose, breaking me. 

“Fucking pathetic, what older brother gets bullied by his younger brother... HGH”

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“Haha, that’s it, choke on my farts big bro... GGH”

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“Perhaps you are useful... FGH”

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“To everyone else, we'll be brothers, but in truth, you’re gonna be my slave. You’ll do everything I order you to… NGH”

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“Oh, I feel you complaining and resisting. No worries, Imma fart you into submission before the night is over. It’ll be a few hours before the folks get home. It’s just you, your little bro, and his big, stinky ass, haha… UGH”

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Present Day

As usual, I’m startled awake by something big, rotund, and warm smothering my face.

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All I can breathe in is the stench of rotten eggs and cabbage. My coughing and gagging is muffled by my daily wake up call.

Dean rises off of my face and I gasp for fresh air. All he’s wearing is some gray briefs that look painted on his basket-ball sized globes. Without looking back he leaves the room and commands, “Go make me breakfast, bitch.”

Another hellish day with him begins. 

I head down to the kitchen to make us breakfast, as I usually do. I long ago learned never to disobey him.

My mom’s a nurse and his dad works in construction so they’re already gone, and won’t be back until around dinner time. I’m only safe in my own home when they’re around. But that doesn't extend to our shared bedroom. I'm never safe there.

I make us eggs, waffles, and bacon. I sit at the dining room table, not even thinking of taking a single bite until he comes down. 

I hear his heavy steps enter the dining room. I stare down at my lap as he nears me. I look up at him when I’m covered in his shadow. 

He’s sneering down at me. “Breakfast looks good, big bro. Here’s my thanks.”

Dean wheels around, showcasing his fat ass stuffed in a tight pair of bluejeans. I whine as he grabs the back off my head and pulls me in. My face is consumed by butt fat.

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Dean rips a 6 second fart, point-blank in my face, that stinks of digested meat and spices. It has me coughing.

I try to pull my face away, but Dean strengthens his hold. “Oh no, big bro, I have more brotherly love I wanna lay on ya.” He cruelly teases. I hear him grunt and then…

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Dean rips three, consecutive farts, back-to-back, right in my face. They stink as bad as the first one, putting me in a coughing fit.

Dean sighs in relief as he rubs his ass back and forth, on my face. “Ah, choke on that trifecta, bitch. Hehe.”

“Oh speaking of my farts, that reminds me.”

Dean releases my face from his ample bum, and with a twist of his hips, aims it at my plate of food. He shoots me a cruel smile before scrunching up his face.

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As usual, he coats my food with one of his noxious butt rockets. He makes sure to fart on whatever I eat without getting caught. 

The first time he ordered me to make him breakfast (after waking me up with a fart to the face) I told him to make his own. He left our bedroom and returned a minute later with a chocolate pudding cup. He walked up to me, sitting on the end of the bed, and spun around. To my horror, his shorts were pulled down and his ass crack was smeared with chocolate pudding. “Until you feed me, my booty’s gonna feed you. Now eat my pudding and farts, big bro” It took him a cup of pudding and 4 farts to break me into being his cook.

I’m brought back to the present as Dean moves his ass right in front of my face. “Ah, well your lil’ bro’s booty just flavored your food. What do you say to him?” He threatens.

“Thank you, lil’ bro’s booty.” I answer, meekly. 

Dean snickers before hiking up his right leg and farting in my face.

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“Filthy fart-bitch” He insults me, before sitting at his chair and eating his meal.

It’s a struggle, like every morning, to shovel down my breakfast, swimming in his butt stink. I have to pause a few times, retching on his gas.

I finish my breakfast quickly, while Dean's not even halfway done, which is good. I use this time to take a quick shower and get dressed for school. Taking a shower technically isn’t necessary because I’ll be going into school smelling rank. And that’s because of my clothes. Once a week, when Dean’s really sweaty after a workout, he’ll gather all my washed clothes, throw it onto his twin bed, and roll his sweaty body all over them. Then he stands up, turns his back to the pile of clothes, spreads his cheeks, and pushes out a series of wet farts. He sways his rump from left to right, ensuring the whole pile stinks off his ass musk. 

The first time he did this, I stupidly tried to stop him. He immediately crammed my face into his sweaty, rank armpit. After that, he tossed me onto my bed and then sat his bare, sweaty swamp-ass on my face and farts for 15 minutes straight.

Once I’m ready, I head back down stairs. Dean’s done eating and waiting for me. I open the front door for him and then run ahead and open the passenger-side door of my car for him as well. As usual, he poots on my leg every time I open a door for him. He says that’s his ass thanking me.

When I turned 16 I got my mom’s old car after she bought herself a new one. Instead of freedom, Dean has made me his personal chauffeur. 

Once we're both in with the doors closed…

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Dean rips a long, greasy fart, filling the car with his eggy vapors. Sadly my car completely reeks of Dean’s farts, and with how much Dean farts in my car, I'm pretty certain his butt stench is a permanent addition.

As we drive, Dean keeps pumping out farts, filling the small space with his nauseating gas.

Before heading to school I make my two mandatory stops. Picking up his two best friends/cronies, Alvin and Josh. They’re always with Dean and do whatever he says.

They're the only two who know about my farting abuse from Dean.

They both get in the back seat. Dean doesn't hold back blasting ass every couple of seconds even with them riding with us. 

“Dude, I know your farts are bad, but why stop there? Why not beat the shit out of him?” Josh comments, making me nervous.

“Because if he has bruises he can show it to someone and get me in trouble. And I’m not getting in trouble because of my bitchy brother.” Dean answers.

His friends then start joking about the smell and laughing about the hell Dean’s putting me through. Dean remains silent, beaming with a cocky smirk. 

I park in the back of the student parking lot of our school. The three get out, I remain in the driver seat, waiting for Dean’s parting gift. His two buds stand in front of the car, cruelly smiling at me.

Dean opens my car door, spins around, and backs his ass up. The side of my face is consumed by his meaty ass-slabs. 

“Thanks for the ride big bro. Here’s another faceful of my brotherly love. You’ve earned it… UGH”

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Dean rips a rancid smelling fart, right on my face. The stench of rotten fish and sulfur has me dry heaving. Through watery eyes I watch as the three walk away, laughing at my suffering.

It takes me 5 minutes to pull myself together. Once I do, I get my bag and head to class. 

I’m actually happy in school. I excel in my classes and Dean doesn’t bother me here. He’s so popular he doesn’t want to be seen around me.

Because I constantly smell so bad, I have no friends, but that’s fine. If being ostracized means I get a few hours without Dean then I'm happy.

Sadly, the school day draws to an end and it’s time to return home with the bane of my existence. 

As soon as we get into my car, Dean's already hotboxing us while his cronies are in the back, degrading and ridiculing me. 

After dropping Alvin and Josh off, we head back home. Once I’m parked, we get out. I follow Dean to the front door. I can't help but fearfully watch his bulbous ass as he walks ahead of me. His cakes wobble and bounce against each other with his every step. It’s like they're silently taunting me about what I’m in for.

Once inside, Dean heads up the stairs to our room. Like a loyal pet, I follow him.

It’s time for our after school ritual. 

As we go up the stairs, I follow a few steps behind, keeping my face level with his butt. He's ordered this. With every step, he poots in my face. Ppff, bbtt, rrpp, mmdd.

When we get into our room, Dean’s already tossing his clothes off until he’s completely naked. I look away, not wanting to see his schlong. 

Dean lays himself out on his stomach, on his bed. His fleshy mountains protrude into the air. He looks over at me with a devilish grin. He sways his hips making his blubbery orbs clap and jiggle against one another.

“It’s time for my daily debloating session. For the past eight hours I've held in my farts and now you're gonna huff 'em all up so I don’t have to smell them. Get your face in there, big bro.” He commands.

Knowing there’s no way out of my daily chore, I drag myself over to the bed and crawl in. I cringe as I plant my face against his titanic, bare booty, with my nose nestled in his crack. His cheeks are slightly sweaty and the inside of his crack is incredibly musky.

Not even a second after my nose is buried in his crack…

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“Ah, I hope that smelt as good for you as it was for me letting it out.”

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“That’s it big bro, make yourself useful and choke down this farting god’s butt stink.”

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“Damn that school pizza was killing me, and now it’s gunning for you.”

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“Uh-oh I feel a big one coming.”

Dean reaches back and grabs the back of my head, before shoving my entire face into his cavernous crack. His fleshy yet firm glutes are clamped around the sides of my face, and the tip of my nose is pressed against his sweaty pucker.

“I want your nose right there. HGH… Now get another big whiff of my brotherly love, big bro… NGH”

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Dean unleashes a roaring 50 seconds of toxic butt wind right up my nose. The stench of raw sewage and ass musk has me retching and crying. It’s too much, I pass out.

I’m woken up by something heavy dropping onto my upturned face, followed by…

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Dean raises his bubble butt off of my face, looking down at me with a sneer.

“Dinner’s ready, go wash up and make yourself presentable.”

I do as he orders and clean myself up. I then join him, my mom, and Donovan for dinner. I smile and interact with mom and Donovan so they won’t catch on that I’m miserable. 

After dinner, we head back to our room. I’m given a few hours of reprieve. As he plays games on our Playstation, I complete both of our homework assignments. His homework is another thing I must do for him. 

Even though it’s not in my face, he’s still farting. As he plays and I work…

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Dean is continuously ripping ass, making the air in our bedroom thick with his intestinal vapors. With our parents bedroom downstairs, they can’t hear or smell Dean hotboxing our room.

I'm finished at around midnight. A glance at Dean shows me that he’s asleep. Thank goodness. Some nights, when he’s still up, he makes me sleep with him, in his bed, as I use his bum as a pillow and he dutch ovens me.

I crawl into bed and force myself to sleep even though the room is filled to the brim with Dean’s noxious butt funk. I don’t think I’ll ever be free of him. In some way, he’ll always remain in my life, making it smelly and miserable.

A Week Later

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I’m once again woken up with a fart to the face, and made to eat my food that Dean's farted on.

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With my car in the shop, I can’t drive Dean to school. Dean got one of his friends to pick him up for school while I have to walk. 

Fine by me. The less time with him, the better.

Another good thing is that Dean’s wrestling practice is back in session, so I have more time without him after school. 

School’s over and I’m on my way back home. I’m walking in between the main school building and the gym, which is completely deserted, when a voice comes from behind me.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t our favorite bitch.” Shit, it’s Alvin and Josh. Unlike Dean, those two don’t do any sports.  

“Where ya going, bitch?” Josh taunts.

“I’m just heading home.” I reply before turning around and continuing on my way.

Alvin spins me back around, to face them, looking pissed. “What? Turning your back on us? You think you're better than us, bitch? I think I better put you in your place.” Before I can react he punches me in the face.

As I fall backwards, my head hits the corner of a nearby dumpster. Immense pain starts throbbing from the back of my head. I fall to the ground and things start to go blurry. Alvin and Josh are looking down at me, panicked. 

“Fuck man, we’re screwed! Look at all that blood!”

“Uh, no man, you’re screwed. You’re the one who punched him.”

That’s the last I hear before I black out.

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An annoying, beeping sound wakes me from my slumber. I open my eyes, finding myself in a hospital room. I reach up, feeling bandages wrapped tightly around the top of my head. 

My mother’s worried and crying face suddenly pops into view. “Oh baby, try not to move. You lost blood and had a slight concussion.”

“W-where am I? What happened?” I slur out.

“You’re in the hospital. Two boys attacked you after school. They’re in police custody. The police are waiting for your statement and if you want to press charges.”

Mom looks hesitant before she continues. “The two boys also confessed about what Dean’s been doing to you for years. Oh baby, why didn’t you say anything?” My mom cries, more tears streaming down her face.

“I didn’t want to ruin your marriage. I know Donovan makes you happy.”

Mom shakes her head. “No, no, you're more important to me. I’m divorcing him.”

My eyes widen, I grab her wrist. “No mom, I know you both love each other. And I think he’s a great guy. My problems with Dean not him. Please don’t let him end your marriage.” I beg.

Mom silently stares at me for a few seconds before nodding. “Okay baby, but things are gonna change.” She promises as she looks across the room.

I follow her eyes, finding Donovan standing in the corner. When our eyes meet, I see guilt in them. A look of conviction dawns on his face and he gives my mother a nod. 

I stop at the police station once I’m released from the hospital. I don’t press charges against Alvin and Josh, but the school expels them. 

Mom proves that she’s a woman of her word because things drastically change once I’m back home. For one, our bedroom is now completely mine while Dean has to sleep on the couch. 

Mom is so angry that she refuses to speak or spend a single cent on Dean. If she brings home takeout, she gets nothing for Dean. Either he eats whatever’s in the fridge or hopes his dad will go get him something.

Speaking of Donovan, the high amount of pride he used to have for his son has turned into disappointment and resentment. He can’t believe what his son was doing to his wife's son. Nowadays Donovan’s on Dean’s ass whenever he makes the slightest mistake. 

The resentment comes from Donovan cutting back a lot of hours even though he’s starting up a construction company. He makes sure I'm never home alone with Dean.

Those weren’t Dean's only problems. After a few weeks of me no longer doing his homework, his grades plummeted and he was dropped from the wrestling team.

Although none of our peers know what truly happened, people started distancing themselves from Dean because the police were somehow involved and they didn’t want any part of that. Dean's been treated like an outcast the second we returned.

Our parents were gonna buy Dean a car, but instead they bought it for me and gave my old one to Dean because of the smell. They also bought me a new laptop and gave my old one to Dean. They say it’s compensation for all the homework I did for him. 

At first I was worried about Dean wanting revenge, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. I hardly ever see him. The only time I bumped into him was in the kitchen. When he saw me his face crumpled before he bolted out of the room. 

It doesn't matter how good things are now, I don’t feel safe in this house, so I decide to graduate early and leave for college. This pains mom and Donovan but they understand. 

The night before I leave, an unnerving feeling wakes me up from my sleep. Looking around, I sit right up, finding Dean standing in the corner. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and what I see confuses me. Dean’s standing there, silently crying. 

“I-I’m so s-sorry.” He quietly croaks out.

He soon wipes away his tears with the back of his hand and his face hardens, scaring me. I’m wondering if I should shout for Donovan.

“I’m truly sorry, but I promise to make it up to you. To be the brother you deserve. From now on I’ll watch out for you and anyone who gives you trouble will have to deal with your bro’s nasty, farting booty.” His face darkens. “Alvin and Justin are gonna be my first victims.” Dean promises, with complete conviction in his voice.

Benson Rivera used to be one of my closest friends. In middle-school Benson was bullied because he had a huge bubble butt. One of his main bullies called his butt ‘Buttzilla’. One day Benson decided to own it. He walked up to his bully, stuck his big butt in his face, and said ‘Here’s Buttzilla, hear him roar!’ He then ripped a huge fart in his bully's face. Since then, he’s become a farting god who refers to his butt as ‘Buttzilla’. 

Some people think Benson’s an intimidating bully. With him being 6 foot and ripped, thanks to starting on the football team, it's understandable. In actuality, he's a lovable goofball who shows his feelings through Buttzilla. He loves blasting the people he's closest to with Buttzilla.

Justin, Tommy, Benson, and I have been best buds since middle-school. When I came out as bi, in the beginning of our senior year of highschool, Justin and Tommy were cool with it, but Benson changed. Benson’s constantly teasing and targeting only me with Buttzilla when the four of us are hanging out. 

The four of us just graduated and are gonna attend the same college, but before that we’re taking a trip together.

We rented a big cabin by a lake for the week. It won’t be just us. Tommy’s and Justin’s girlfriend will be here soon. They’re driving up together.

We stand on the porch, waiting for Justin to unlock the front door. 

Benson wraps an arm around my shoulder and traps me against the wooden railing. He swivels his hips, pressing his ample cakes, encased in a pair of black shorts, against my thigh. 

I struggle to escape but Benson won’t let me. 

“Nick, you sure look cold. Let Buttzilla warm you up… NGH”

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Benson farts on me, several times in a row. The familiar stench of rotten eggs and cabbage clouds the air around us.

“So gross,” I groan. Tommy laughs at my predicament. Benson’s grin broadens as he pushes out another fart. 

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Benson’s always making me the butt of his antics, literally. 

When Justin finally gets the door, I use all my strength to shove Benson off of me, making him stumble a few feet away. In retaliation, Benson bends over at the waist, pointing his bubbly posterior out at me.

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He sprays me with another wave of his eggy fumes.

I contain my anger as I follow Justin inside. Ever since I revealed my secret, Benson’s changed. All he does is clown on me now.

The inside of the cabin is nice. There are three bedrooms with adjoining bathrooms. I'm just now realizing, to my horror, that Justin will be sharing a room with Alicia, Tommy will be sharing a room with Laura, meaning I'll be rooming with Benson. 

Finding only one bedroom with two beds instead of one, confirms it.

It was a long and tiring drive up here, so I decide to take a quick nap. I close my eyes only for a few seconds before something big, heavy, and rotund falls onto my face. The warm, malleable object molds around my face, smothering me.

It doesn’t take me long to realize it’s Benson’s huge bubble butt. I use my hands to try to shove him off but he isn’t budging. All that happens is my fingertips sink into his doughy cheeks.

Buried beneath his immense amount of ass meat, I still hear Benson say, “What was with that face earlier, Nick? I thought you’d love to be rooming with your favorite person in the world. Buttzilla.”

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“Buttzilla’s been looking forward to this for weeks. Can’t you tell?”

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Benson keeps ripping fart after fart while rocking his beefy ass from side-to-side on my face.

After thoroughly marking my face with his ass gas, he finally gets off of me. Through my coughing I call him a 'asshole'. He shoots me a cheeky grin as he disappears into the bathroom.

Great, I know I'll be experiencing that every morning this week. 

The stench of his farts dominates the room so I decide to head back into the sitting-room. There, I find the girls have arrived and are making out with their respective boyfriends. 

I’m about to silently slink back to my room when a cupped hand comes out from behind me and covers my nose and mouth. A voice whispers in my ear, “If this scene doesn’t make you teary-eyed, maybe my fart will.” The stench of digested meat and sweat assaults my nose, making me retch. 

The four look over at me and Benson. Tommy takes his girlfriend’s hand and says, “You know what? I’m gonna show Laura our room. How about we go out for lunch in like two hours from now?” He suggests. Justin and their girlfriends instantly agree. The sexual tension coming from them is almost palpable. 

They vanish into their bedrooms, locking their doors. Normally I’d have no problem with this, except I'm left alone with Benson.

So lost in thought, I fail to notice Benson grabbing my hand. It’s too late as he places my palm against the seat of his pants.

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Benson rips a wet-sounding fart on my hand. I yank my hand back in disgust. With a cheeky grin, Benson shrugs. “Don’t blame me man. Buttzilla's just showing you some love.”

I flop onto the couch and try to look for something to watch. Benson walks up to me, “Mind if me and Buttzilla join ya?” Benson wheels around, hikes up his right leg, and farts in my face.

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The eggy stench is nauseating, but I ignore it. Hopefully, if I don't react he'll leave me alone.

“Oh, what’s this? Giving me the silent treatment? Too bad Buttzilla won’t offer you the same courtesy.”

Benson gives himself a slight wedgie, making the seam of his shorts disappear in between his meaty cakes. He then extends out his backside, sinking the side of my face into his fat mounds.

“Bad move, bro. Buttzilla’s about to roar” FART “Ah, that's what you get for the silent treatment, Nick. You've angered Buttzilla” FART “And don’t you remember? The angrier Buttzilla gets, the worse my farts are” FART “Fine, then keep quiet. It’s your funeral, man” FART “Uh-oh, Buttzilla’s pissed! Godzilla’s atomic breath has got nothing on this… UGH”

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Benson keeps venting out rumbling farts. My face and his bubbly cheeks vibrate with each emission. His sulfuric fumes poisons my lungs and has my eyes stinging. 

His final fart is a 24 second behemoth that breaks me.“You’re such an asshole!” I cry as I shove away his huge butt consuming the side of my face.

Benson stumbles a few steps forward, laughing. “Haha, oh, what’s that?” You wanna see my asshole? Well alright, just remember you asked for this.” 

Benson quickly pulls down the back of his shorts, letting his fleshy orbs pour out into the open and wobble a few feet in front of my face. He then reaches back and spreads his cheeks, giving me a peek at his pucker surrounded by a thatch of black hair. His hole opens and pushes outwards.

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Benson unleashes a chain of trumpeting farts that all have enough power to blow my hair back. I’m coughing and gagging on more of his eggy vapors.

For the next hour, Benson continues to fart on me as I try to watch tv. Finally, the two couples join us and we head out to get something to eat. 

We eat at this local barbecue joint. And then we hit a nearby outlet mall, where every store is having a major sale. The girls are giddy with excitement. They take their boyfriends and race off, leaving me with Benson. 

I grit my teeth as a familiar, noxious stink wafts up my nose. Benson's grinning as he fans the air behind his ass towards my face. 

I roll my eyes and walk away. Benson obviously follows me. We used to be the best of friends, but now, all he seems to do is pick on me. 

We head into a Nike outlet and they’re having a sale: buy two pairs of shoes and get the third pair free. 

We thankfully separate since Benson’s feet are bigger than mine. But not before he rips an sbd in front of me. I try not to gag as I race through his fart cloud, not wanting to get blamed for it. That’s happened before. From behind, I hear two guys complaining about the smell and blaming each other.

15 minutes later, I’m sitting on a bench, trying on some shoes when a shadow suddenly covers me. I look up and find myself face-to-face with Benson’s bubble butt. No one is with us in the aisle.

Benson spreads his cheeks through his shorts and I hear a nearly inaudible stream of gas hissing out of his ass. I turn my head, the smell of digested meat and spices making me feel sick. 

“Ah, that’s Buttzilla telling you that we’re done and ready to go. I suggest you buy quickly or Buttzilla's atomic fumes are gonna shut this place down, indefinitely.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m finished. No need to rush me.” I grumble, annoyed. 

After purchasing our stuff we continue walking around the outlet mall. Whenever no one’s nearby, Benson will silently fart on me. I can’t hear them but I can sure as hell smell them.

Besides the Nike store, there’s no other store that interests us, so we decide to look for the others and see if they’re ready to leave.

The two of us are walking through an empty, brick tunnel-way, when Benson suddenly shoves me against the wall. While keeping me against the wall with one hand, he turns around and presses his ample rump against my lower midsection.

“Sorry Nick, the barbecue is making a comeback. I’m gonna fart on ya… HGH”

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BBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR

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Benson rips three, monstrous farts on me that echo throughout the empty tunnel-way. He blasts me with a cloud of his butt stink that reeks of rotten eggs and onions. 

“Ah, thanks bud, I needed that.” Benson says with a cheeky grin before letting me go. 

I look down at my shirt in disgust. I have so much experience with Benson farting on me that I know I'll have to wash this shirt immediately when we get back. 

I quickly walk away, trying to put some distance between me and Buttzilla. Just before I can escape the empty tunnel, Benson steps up beside me and wraps a strong arm around my shoulders. “One sec bud, Buttzilla’s got one more for ya.” Benson parks his ass against my hip and lifts his right leg, slightly.

PPPPPRRRRRR-FFFFFFFFBBBBBBB

Benson rips two consecutive, short but loud poots on me. I elbow him off of me. He grunts before laughing at me. 

Soon after, we find the others. With all the bags they have, it looks like the girls did some serious shopping. They're already talking about coming back tomorrow. 

We all head back to the cars. Tommy and I drove; I ensure that Justin and Alicia ride with me, and Benson and Laura ride with Tommy. As we get into the cars, Benson has the gall to shoot me a pouting expression.

Not even five minutes after returning to the cabin, the girls decide to head back to the outlet mall, by themselves. I connect my Nintendo console to the living-room tv so the four of us can play. We decide to play Super Smash Bros.

Tommy's the best, racking up the most wins, but I’m not too far behind. However, Benson’s dead last. 

While the three of us are sitting on the couch, Benson’s sitting on the floor. Whenever he loses, he stands up and aims Buttzilla in the face of the one he feels is responsible.

Benson is a notoriously sore loser.

“Oh you wanna blast me off screen Justin, well here’s a blast of my own.”

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“You won, Tommy. Enjoy the stench of victory.”

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“Looks like you won Nick, here’s your prize. Buttzilla hopes you like it.”

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"I hate your character's special move, Tommy. Tell me, do you hate Buttzilla's special move just as much?"

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“Damn it Justin. For that cheap shot I’m gonna make sure this one stinks really bad.”

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“If Buttzilla was a playable character, none of you would stand a chance. Here Nick, take a whiff of how overpowered he is… NGH” 

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After an hour of playing, each of us won at least two matches, excluding Benson. He was absolutely slaughtered.  

It’s hilarious but the three of us are on edge. We know Benson’s gonna have a farty tantrum.

Benson stands up. With his back facing us, he bends forward, stretching the material of his shorts over his protruding, fleshy melons.

“You dicks are screwed! I want the three of you to huddle your faces together and bury them in Buttzilla.” Benson finishes by giving his bubbly rump a smack, making his pillowy mounds jiggle. 

The three of us scoff and tell him no.

Benson looks back with a wolfish grin. “Oh yes you will or I’m gonna head to each of your rooms right now, and let a bare-ass Buttzilla go wild. Hope you and your girls will enjoy sleeping in a room that’ll be stinking of my Buttzilla vapors for weeks.” He says, mostly threatening Tommy and Justin. It seems to work because the two look like they’re on death row.

I scoff again, “Our room already smells like your ass. So I’m not doing it.” I challenge.

Slyly grinning, “No worries Nick, Buttzilla will be getting his revenge real soon.” Benson promises.

“Alright you two, get on in here. Time to receive your punishment.” Benson shakes his hips making his mountainous ass-slabs bounce and clap against each other.

With a look of revulsion and defeat, side-by-side, Tommy and Justin kneel down so they're face-level with Buttzilla.

“Cheek-to-cheek you two, so you can be– Hehehe– cheek-to-cheek with Buttzilla.” Benson teases.

Tommy groans and Justin calls him a ‘dick’. They press the sides of their faces together and bury them against Benson’s clothed crack. I watch as Benson’s ass fat molds around their faces. 

I jolt a bit when I feel a stirring in my crotch. What the hell?

Benson grabs the back of both of their heads, keeping their faces trapped against his fat ass.

“Hang on dudes! NGH… Buttzilla’s about to go all kaiju on both your faces… UGH”

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A massive, 40 second fart roars out of Benson’s butt and into our friends’ faces. It’s strong enough that I see the back of their heads shaking from the powerful blast. 

Justin’s and Tommy’s faces might be in the way, but Benson’s hellish fumes still spread throughout the room. It has my eyes watering.

Benson sighs in relief as he grinds his cakes over their faces for a few seconds. Once he releases the back of their heads, our kneeling friends fall onto their hands, coughing and dry-heaving. Benson is standing over them, laughing like some kinda supervillain. 

“Haha, the sound of you guys choking on my fart is music to my ears.” He sing-songs.

I open the backdoors to the patio and windows to air Benson’s ass funk outta the room. Doing this helps me not to study on the hardening in my pants.

Tommy, Justin, and I agree to no more playing Super Smash with Benson anymore. We decide to play a co-op game. It’s certainly not as much but Benson still farts on us some as we play.

After another hour of gaming, the girls return. And at the same time, the four of us notice we have no snacks, food, or drinks here. 

I volunteer to pick up food and drinks at the nearby Walmart. I roll my eyes when Benson volunteers to come along.

As we get into my car I say, “You know you don’t have to come, right? I can get the groceries myself.”

Benson counters, “No can do, Nicky. I’m coming because Buttzilla is protective of ya. He’ll growl at anyone who tries to trouble ya. Here, listen.” Benson leans to the side, aiming his butt in my direction. He narrows his eyes in concentration and then…

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Benson rips a greasy fart, contaminating the interior of my car with his skunky fumes. I cough and gag while side-glaring him.

He shoots me a lopsided grin and winks. “Don’t worry Nicky, Buttzilla will always have your back."

I shake my head before pulling off. Walmart is only a few minutes away but that’s more than enough time for Benson.

“Oh” FART “Ah” FART “That felt good” FART “That was a wet one, hehe” FART “Buttzilla’s on a roll” FART “Damn if you weren’t driving I’d be blasting your face with these bad boys” FART “Oh well, I guess I’ll settle for hotboxing ya” FFFAAARRRTTT

It takes us 7 smelly minutes to reach Walmart. As soon as we’re parked I’m out of the car. I grab a cart and head on my own through the store. 

I’m in the cereal section looking over the choices. I reach for a box of Smack ‘ems at the same time as someone else. I look over and see a handsome dude, about my age. He smiles and takes the box next to the one I grabbed.  

“Sorry” we both apologize simultaneously and then laugh. We talk a little and I'm getting the feeling that he’s attracted to me. I came out as bi a year ago and I haven’t even kissed a guy let alone flirted with one. I’m both nervous and hopeful.

“Yeah, it’s me and my friends, and two of them brought their girlfriends.” I tell him.

“Oh, and do you have a girlfriend?” he asks.

“No I don’t have a girlfriend… or a boyfriend.” I hint.

He rewards me with a sexy half-grin.

He’s about to say something when Benson, with his arms full, steps in between us. “Look here Nicky, I got all we need to make smores.” Benson says before dropping it into our cart. 

“Good, how about you go get the drinks?” I suggest, trying to get rid of Benson.

For a split second, Benson looks annoyed. He doesn't leave.

The handsome stranger stands next to Benson to talk with me again. “I know you’re here with your friends but would you like to meet up later tonight, alone.” He offers.

“I’d love to.” I jump at the chance.

His grin broadens, “Great, give me your number so I can text y-ACK.” Out of nowhere, Benson suddenly grabs the guy by the back of the neck. Before anything can be done, Benson forces the guy to bend over and smothers his face in his titanic rump. 

I look around, panicked. Thankfully no one’s around and I see no cameras. “What are you doing? Let him go!” I urgently whisper to Benson.

Benson shakes his head, sporting a devilish grin. “Nope, I’m sorry Nicky but my instincts are screaming to me that this guy is trouble. Let me and Buttzilla deal with this threat.”

Benson sneers down, over his shoulder, at his struggling prey. The guy’s trying to pull his face out of Benson’s bum but Benson’s grip is too strong.

“Sorry bud, but my friend’s busy tonight. But if you wanna hangout then let me introduce you to somebody… GGH”

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“Ah, this here is Buttzilla. He’s a blast to be around… HGH”

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“Don’t  let this big fella fool you. Sure Buttzilla can turn a whole city into a toxic, uninhabitable wasteland, but he can also be very sweet… FGH”

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“Why just take a listen to his words. I bet they’ll bring you to tears… RGH”

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“I knew you guys would click. Now you two have fun back there… NGH”

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Benson forces out a barrage of thunderous farts into the handsome dude’s face. Thankfully the guy’s face is muffling Benson’s butt blasts so no one in nearby aisles are hearing this.

I feel sad for the innocent guy, but, oh no. What the hell? I’m getting hard again.

After 5 minutes, Benson lets the guy go. The handsome stranger falls to the ground, unconscious. Benson grabs my hand and our cart and we quickly head to checkout.

As we’re being rung up, we notice a commotion some distance away. A few workers are gathered in front of the aisle where the incident happened. 

“Holy crap, some dude's on the floor down there.” A worker says as he starts down the aisle. He immediately recoils back, covering his mouth and nose with a hand. “Oh, it stinks down there! I think a nearby sewer pipe busted open.”

Benson snorts but covers it with a cough.

As we head back to my car with the groceries, rage starts to consume me. My first chance with a guy and Benson ruins it. 

Once we’re in the car I explode. “What the fuck Benson? Why would you do that? The first guy who shows interest into me, and you ruin it. I shouldn’t be surprised, ever since I came out, all you do is pick on me. I mean it’s obvious you take issue with it. I guess nearly a decade of friendship means nothing.”

“Nicky I-”

I cut him off, never feeling so angry, “Just shut up, Benson! I’m done with you too!”

The drive back is filled with uncomfortable silence. And it follows us into the cabin. Everyone can pick-up on the dark vibes between the two of us. 

As far as I’m concerned, Tommy and Justin are my best friends while Benson's nothing to me, anymore. I let everyone know that I’ll be sleeping on the couch for the rest of the week instead of my room. I accidentally glance at Benson, he looks miserable.

To relieve the tension, Tommy suggests we go bar-hopping tonight. Benson decides to stay here since I want to go. I hate that I feel guilty about that.

We decide to leave at 8 to get something to eat before hitting the bars.

For the next few hours, I make sure to keep my distance from Benson.

The guys hound me about what’s going on, so I tell them. They think I should forgive him, but I’m done with Benson's shit.

Looking pissed, Justin walks off, muttering, “Stupid idiot. I told him to stop these games and lay it out there.”

I’m dressed and walk into the living-room around 7:40. Tommy and Laura soon join me. We’re talking and waiting for the other couple to join us. 

While we’re talking, Tommy suddenly asks, “Hey Laura, guess what I ate an hour ago?” Tommy brings his face right up to Laura’s, opens his mouth, and belches right in her face.

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I’m appalled, Tommy looks pleased with himself, and Laura looks irritated but I can tell she’s trying not to smile. “Thanks a lot, now I gotta go touch up my makeup, dumbass.” She nudges him in the gut, making him grunt, before walking off.

“Why are you doing stuff like that to her?” I ask Tommy, with a furrowed brow. 

Tommy stares at me silently for a moment before laughing. “Haha, Nick this is how us young bros show our affection to people we're attracted to. You know, it’s us basically pulling their pigtails. Haven’t you ever picked on a girl or guy you liked?”

“Never” I answer, clearly affronted.

 My eyes widen when Benson comes to mind. He’s been farting and picking on me for all this time. Is he into me?

As I’m putting this together, Tommy blurts out “Wait, you’re just now realizing that Benson has a crush on you?” He asks, looking shocked.

This can’t be real. I first realized that I was bi because of my crush on Benson. If I’m being honest, even after everything, I still have a crush on him. 

The conversation ends there as the others join us. At the last second I decide to stay here. The others are confused as to why but Tommy herds them out without question. 

They'll be gone for a long time; I need answers from Benson.

I find Benson sitting in a chair, on the back patio, looking at the lake, quietly. 

They'll be gone for a long time; I need answers from Benson.

I find Benson sitting in a chair, on the back patio, looking at the lake, quietly. 

They'll be gone for a long time; I need answers from Benson.

I round the chair to get in front of him. Benson looks up at me, surprised. “What're you doing here? I thought you went with the others?”

Saying nothing, I squat down and lean in, bringing my lips within inches from his. I want to see what’ll happen. Hopefully he isn’t gonna punch me. 

Holy shit! Benson’s blushing. I can’t help but smile. 

I suddenly sit down on Benson’s lap, startling him so much that he…

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Benson’s face reddens more. “Uh, sorry about that. W-what are you doing?”

“Have you been picking on me for so long because you have a crush on me?” I ask directly.

Benson looks guilty as he hesitantly nods. “I’m sorry I went too far. I didn’t know what to say and enjoyed getting reactions out of you. And I’m sorry about what I did to that guy. I was just so jealous, I-”

I cut Benson off, “Just shut up and kiss me. I’ve had the longest crush on you.”

Not needing to be told twice, Benson grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a heated kiss. Benson licks the seam of my lips and I grant his tongue access into my mouth. Damn, this man knows how to kiss.

After intensely making out, we both pull away, breathing heavily.

“Benny, I hope you don't think less of me, but I wouldn’t mind us going further.” I offer, hoping I don't come off too desperate. 

A cocky grin forms on Benson’s lips. He cradles my ass in his big mitts. "Not at all. Nicky. And if anyone tells you otherwise, they're gonna have to deal with my booty." As Benson stands up, while holding me, he narrows his eyes.

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I roll my eyes. "Really?"

He shrugs, "Get used to it. But now I've got work to do. You gave me the go ahead to make this ass mine." He says before giving my ass a smack.

Carrying me, Benson races us to our room and shuts the door with his foot. He tosses me onto his bed and then leaps on top of me, covering my body with his, making me laugh. 

An hour later, we're both sweaty, exhausted, and naked, lying side-by-side in his bed.

I just lost my v-card to my crush and it was amazing. In fact we did it three times in the last hour, and I’m sure we have more in us for tonight.

We’re both panting, basking in the relaxing aftermath. Suddenly, Benson turns onto his side, and presses his naked, bulbous rear against my hip.

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Benson rips a wet-sounding fart on me. I groan as the smell of sex is overtaken by the stink of rotten eggs. 

“Way to ruin the moment, jackass.” I say, making Benson laugh.

“Haha, what? I hope you didn’t think you weren’t gonna be Buttzilla’s favorite victim after this. Quite the opposite. Now that I know you got it bad for me, Buttzilla’s gonna be blasting ya even more.”

“I can’t believe my first ever boyfriend won’t stop farting on me.” I fire back.

The both of us go quiet after I refer to him as my boyfriend. I look at Benson out of the corner of my eye, he has a huge smile.

“Oh, so I’m your boyfriend now?” He teases.

Blushing profusely, I stare up at the ceiling and shrug nonchalantly. “Well, I should gain something after being bullied by Buttzzilla for a year.” I counter.

“Heh, well when you say it like that, I guess you've got yourself a boyfriend. But as my boyfriend you must love the best and worst of me. And babe, here comes the worst.”

Before I can do anything, Benson is suddenly straddling my chest, facing my feet. His mountainous cakes protrude above my face, covering me in their shadow. His knees are on either side of me, pinning my arms to my sides so I can’t resist.

“Benson!” I warn.

“Shhh, Nicky. I promised you my worst and here they come.” With that, Benson sits on my face, drowning me under pounds of doughy ass meat. His fleshy cheeks pour over the sides of my face, consuming my entire head into his sweaty crack.

I give a muffled protest as I feel his pucker against the tip of my nose. 

From above, I hear Benson say, “Damn Nicky, I’ve never farted on someone's nose who was so deep in Buttzilla. As your caring boyfriend I'm gonna wish you luck. FGH… See you on the other side… NGH”

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Benson's lighting up my face with one monstrous fart after another. His skunky fumes have me coughing and gagging. 

I'm feeling so mixed right now. I’m struggling to get out from under Benson's ass, but at the same time, I’m rock hard.

Benson pauses. “Stop struggling Nicky, I know you like this. I’m looking right at your hard-on.” Benson says, embarrassing me. I free my arms and push his ass up, a few inches off of my face. 

“Benny, I don’t want to talk about this.” I plead.

“Fine, we won’t talk about it, but you’re gonna smell this… NGH” With Benson’s ass hovering right above my face, he farts.

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He rips a beefy fart right in my face. His eggy fumes weaken my arms. Benson uses the opportunity to bear his weight down and sits his fat ass on my face again. My face is swallowed back up in between his fleshy moons. And now I feel my lips kissing his grimy pucker.

"You should have told me this floated your boat earlier, baby. You know Buttzilla loves blowing you noxious kisses." As soon as he says this I feel his hole opening and pushing outwards against my mouth.

“Come on babe. Give Buttzilla a kiss on the lips. I bet he’d like that.”

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Benson farts into my open mouth, inflating my cheeks with his raunchy ass-wind. 

“Wow, I better take notes. Seems like Buttzilla’s a better kisser than me.”

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“Wow, I better take notes. Seems like Buttzilla’s a better kisser than me.”

With Benson knowing my secret and not caring, I discard caution and start tonguing his pucker. The salty, pungent taste turns me on even more. Above me I feel Benson jolt and shake, obviously enjoying my tongue.

“Oh fuck yeah, Nicky. Buttzilla feels that you've earned this one for such tenacity.”

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“Damn babe, you’re making me feel good. And Buttzilla’s more than willing to return the favor. HGH… Just don’t hold it against me if you die… UGH”

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Benson rips a 45 second juggernaut of a fart into my mouth as I continue to taste him. The thunderous beast coats my tongue and echoes down my gullet.

This pushes us both over the edge, making us both shoot. 

Benson falls onto the bed, lying next to me, upside-down. We’re both breathing laboredly. The smell of sex and Benson’s intestinal emissions fills the room. 

“That was fucking amazing Benson. Sorry if that was too gross for you.” I pant out.

Benson doesn’t reply verbally. Instead he moves around and then I feel this side of my face sinking into his bare, pillowy booty.

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He pushes out a bassy, rumbling fart in my face to shut me up. 

We have smelly, mind-blowing sex for the rest of the night.

The others return early in the morning, hungover.

It’s mostly just me and Benson with the others out of commission for half the day. Benson doesn’t waste the chance to tease, kiss, and fart on me. Saying things like, ‘Careful Nicky, Buttzilla’s gonna get you’ or ‘Brace yourselves: surprise Buttzilla attack incoming’.

Around noon me and Benson change into our swimming trunks and head down to the lake.

I can see people in the water on the other side of the lake, but our side is empty.

I leap into the water, going under. When I resurface the light is blocked out. I look up. Benson's bubbly ass is falling straight for my face. As it careens towards me...

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Benson's high-flying, farting backside hits me in the face, and we both go underwater. 

I reemerge, coughing up water, and he’s laughing. 

I laugh too, splashing him, “You’re such a dick.”

Benson shoots me an impish smirk, “Come on babe, I ain’t a dick.” He says as he swims to me before spinning around. Benson looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a wolfish grin. “But I am an ass.” Benson closes one eye and grunts.

A slew of bubbles rise to the surface of the water and pop. The air around us is immediately clouded with the stench of digested meat and Benson’s personal brand of butt funk.

I try to swim away, but Benson snickers as he wraps his arms around me, keeping me in the middle of his fart cloud.

I try to complain but Benson starts kissing me.

Our making out is interrupted by an obnoxiously high voice, coming from nearby, on land. “Oh Benson! Oh Benson! Yes! Yes!” 

Tommy and Justin are holding one another, pretending they're kissing heavily, parodying us. 

From Benson’s vindictive grin, I can tell they’re finished. Like a junkyard dog, I set him loose. “Go on, you and Buttzilla have fun."

Benson gives me a kiss on the cheek before whispering in my ear, “Enjoy the show, Nicky. Buttzilla's gonna put on a performance you'll never forget.” He promises, instantly bricking me up. 

Benson flashes me a devilish smile before swimming and then climbing onto shore. He quickly closes in on the two. 

With how Tommy and Justin are pretend-kissing, they can’t keep an eye on Benson, which is a big mistake.

When they pull away from each other, laughing, Benson’s already on top of them. 

Benson tackles them to the ground, on their backs, shoulder-to-shoulder.

He quickly spins around and my jaw drops. Benson’s able to sit his titanic rump on both of their faces, at once. Tommy’s face is buried under Benson’s right butt cheek while Justin’s buried under the left.

Benson winks at me, knowing I'm impressed and turned on.

"Now fellas, you've gone and made Buttzilla jealous. He wants to take part in the lovin' going on over here. Pucker up, gentlemen... UGH"

I’m a very successful financial analyst in the big city. Even though I’m wealthy, I enjoy drinking in gay dive bars in less favorable areas. There's never too many patrons in these bars and I like to drink by myself.

After one and a half beers, I leave. My hybrid's parked a block away. Out of nowhere, I’m dragged into a dark alley and slammed against a brickwall.

I'm pinned against the wall by a man. He’s wearing black basketball shorts and a black wife-beater. His attire shows off his muscular body, intimidating me. His mouth and nose are masked by a black bandana he has wrapped around his face, and he’s wearing a dark blue baseball cap. He's glaring at me with his green eyes.

“Give me your wallet!” He snarls.

Although I’m scared, I notice something. He’s pinning me to the wall with both hands. He has no weapon and I don’t see the indent of one in his shorts.

“You have no weapon.”

He narrows his eyes, “Oh, I'm armed with your worst nightmare. Now don’t test me and give me your wallet.”

I glance down again, seeing no weapon. “No.” 

“Should’ve just given me your wallet.” He growls.

While keeping me pinned against the wall with one hand, my mugger spins around, showing me his back. I look down and my eyes widen. This guy’s sporting a dump-truck ass. He has two thicc cakes stuffed into a pair of shorts that are barely able to contain them. The seam of his shorts is wedged deep in between his bubbly globes; each is bigger than my head.

He backs his ass into me. With him being taller his meaty cheeks press against my stomach. I’m already confused but even more so when I hear him grunting.

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A 6 second explosion erupts out of his ass and rumbles against me. 

“D-did you just fart on me?” I cry.

He looks back at me, over his shoulder. His mouth is covered but I can tell he’s smirking. 

“You tell me. Get a whiff of this bitch!” He pulls his ass a few inches away from me and starts wafting the smell up towards my face.

I gag as the stench of rotten eggs and garlic assaults my nose. It has my eyes watering. 

“Haha, how’s that smell bitch? You could’ve just given me your wallet and I would’ve left. But instead, you chose this...”

He thrust his huge, meaty ass back onto my stomach, and unleashes a barrage of beefy farts.

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“Oh yeah, smell my stink. Still think I’m unarmed?”

He vents one trumpeting fart after another onto me. Each one strong enough to rattle me to the bone. The stench quickly spreads, clouding the entire alleyway with his eggy fumes.