Love them big and hairy

Take a deep breath, nerd. Swirly time! I can't hear you underwater. So, you want a wedgie? Of course!

Gross dom bf who gets as rank as he can to bully you with his farts, pits, feet etc. He knows how much you like being humiliated and used. You live together and, one day, you run out of toilet paper, which he only notices after he's taken a dump. So how does gross dom bf wipe his ass? What's he going to rub against his rancid, dirty hole to clean it?

So then maybe he just so happens to keep promising you he'll get some more tp the next day, then the day after and so on, saying that your tongue is just softer than the rolls. He'll stop you in the middle of whatever you're doing, grab your face, and shove you into his ass, acting as if this is completely normal and making one-sided conversation with you.

This was a really old story, one I thought I lost way back from the first tumblr purge. People have been asking for it lately and I found out I did have a copy;

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Growing up as the youngest of five brothers meant my life was a living hell. My parents were always working, so that meant my oldest brother Jackson was in charge. Since I was the youngest, I was always the punching bag for their pranks.

Sometimes my brother Aiden would dump his dirty laundry over me. The worst was that he had taken one of his dirty socks, stuffed it into my mouth, and tied the other sock around my mouth so I couldn’t spit it out. He did this after handcuffing me to a chair with dad’s spare handcuffs [he was a cop] and then he’d drop a pair of dirty boxers over my face, making sure the part that was over his ass would line up with my nose, and leave me there for an hour.

Sometimes my brother Liam loved giving me wedgies. I’d be lying on my stomach on the carpet, watching cartoons, and suddenly I’d feel my underwear yank up, squeezing my crotch and burning my ass crack. I’d scream as my whole body was lifted off the ground by the back of my underwear, Ethan cackling over me like an evil god.

Oliver would love to hit me when I’d least expect it. Most often I’d walk out of the bathroom in the morning and his fist would swing out of nowhere to hit my arm or my gut. The gut was the worst, those would make me double over. Sometimes he’d swing around from behind a corner and let his hand at full force slap my butt. That always stung. 

But worst of all was Jackson, and the hierarchy of gas. The “hierarchy” was a term he made up. Basically, you were allowed to burp and fart on any brother younger than you. So he got to share his gas with all of us. In order of oldest to youngest, it was him, Aiden, Liam, Oliver, and then me. That meant that I was always going to be a target for a gassy mouth or butt, and I couldn’t burp or fart back at any of them. Oliver loves to tell me that he’s so glad I was born, because when he was the youngest, he would get the worst of Jackson’s ass blasts. 

It was normal for me to be woken up in bed with one of their butts pointed in my face. The second I’d realized what I was looking at, I’d hear the fart sputtering at me, and I would jump back, saying “ew” and moaning, trying to get away from the stink cloud that would hit me no matter what. It was normal for me to be laying on the ground watching TV and suddenly feel weight against the back of my head, and then hear and feel a fart vibrating into my hair. Aiden likes to call that “shampoot”.

Jackson was above all, the worst. He’s free to fart on whoever he wants, but most often he’ll only burp at the others. We’d be having lunch, he’d burp and blow it at one of their faces. We’d laugh, they’d groan in disgust. But he seemed to save nearly all of his gas for me personally.

Once, when I was really young, I was playing around on my bed. The bed frame had a crevice in the middle that was just big enough for me to squeeze through, and so I would pretend I was a criminal escaping prison. While I was playing, I’d twisted at an awkward angle and got my chest stuck in the frame. My head and upper half was laying on the bed, my arms and legs were sticking out from the end. I started freaking out, crying for help. Jackson rushed in, “What’s up little buddy? You ok?” All of my brothers had dark hair, but Jackson was the oldest and the hairiest. His chest, arms, and legs were coated in black hair.

“I’m stuck, help me out!”

I saw the evil grin cross his face, “Sure thing bro. Gimme a sec, I want to unwind.”

He didn’t pronounce it as “unwind,” but rather “un-wind”, like deflating. My eyes widened, I kept saying “NO, no no no no!!” But it was too late. He had picked up my blanket, dropped it over my head, and then looking up, I saw his lower half stick under the blanket, his shorts covered butt pointed at my face. 

PRPTRPTRPTP

He farted over and over. My arms and legs flailed from the end of the bed. I screamed, he laughed, he watched TV while I was stuck in the Dutch oven.

That’s the kind of brother Jackson was. He loved making me suffer through his farts.

The best/worst example of this was whenever we played Grizzly Bear. I remember the first time I played that game well.

“Hey Noah,” I was sitting on the couch when I heard Jackson say my name. I turned my head and saw him and the rest of my brothers standing over me, their arms folded. “We’re gonna play Grizzly Bear. And you’re it.”

Grizzly Bear was a game of his invention, that he started playing with Aiden when it was just the two of them. Then they both played against Liam. And then Oliver. And now they play it against me.

It was basically hide and seek. Jackson was the “grizzly bear”, and the youngest brother was always “it”. Whoever was “it” had to hide, and if he could stay hidden for ten minutes, he wins. If he’s found…

Well, the reason it’s called Grizzly Bear is because Jackson was the hairiest of us all. He’s always been hairy. And being the top tier farter in the hierarchy of gas, he loves to point out how hairy his ass is. 

“It’s almost 3. You have to hide for fifteen minutes.” He explained to me, my head tilted, like a curious dog, “and if we can’t find you by 3:15, then you win.”

Liam cut in, “But none of us have ever won this game. So don’t expect it.”

Jackson continued, “If we find you, then the Grizzly Bear gets to sit on you.”

And when I didn’t understand, he turned around and pulled his pants down. His ass was covered in a furry crop of black hair, “If we find you, your face becomes the Grizzly Bear’s seat.”

In a panic, I jumped up and ran off to hide. I heard my brothers laugh behind me while Jackson counted down from 100 out loud.

100 seconds to hide. I hated Jackson’s farts. They always smelled so bad. To think that he would hold me down and sit his bare butt on my face...no, I didn’t want that to happen. I needed to find the best hiding spot possible. 

The thing about this game was that, even though it technically only needs Jackson and the youngest brother, all of the brothers older than the youngest would help Jackson look. So when it was just Jackson, Aiden, and Liam, Aiden would help Jackson look. With each new brother, the former youngest would become a member of the Grizzly Bear search party. That meant that I had to hide from all four of my older brothers. I was playing the most difficult version of the game: a little kid trying to outsmart his four oldest brothers who would be looking all over the house for fifteen minutes. My heart was racing. There was no way I could stay hidden for fifteen minutes from all of them. But I needed to try: I didn’t want to become Jackson’s seat.

I remember hiding in my dad’s closet, behind his suit jackets. I thought it was the best place, since none of us were allowed in there. I couldn’t count how often Oliver called me a goodie two shoes. None of them would expect me to hide in the forbidden bedroom of our parents.

The minutes went by. I heard my brothers call my name, laugh, shuffle around the house, moving around furniture, opening doors, footsteps everywhere. My heart was pounding and my ears were burning red. I had no idea how to check how long I’d been hiding, and how many more minutes I had. I was afraid that if they didn’t find me, they’d play a new round anyway. I gasped when the thought came; the thought that no matter what, sooner or later, Jackson WOULD sit on my face with his naked butt. Only a matter of time. I started to cry out of anxiety.

I sat in the darkness of my dad’s closet, hugging my knees, waiting for the inevitable. Minutes passed, I kept hearing my brothers searching around the house. The’d cleared through the ground floor, and I heard two of them walking around the upstairs floor. They’re probably going through all the rooms. They were going to find me eventually.

Dread was hanging in my stomach. Dreading the stink. How gross would it feel? I’d never felt Jackson’s naked butt against me...what would a naked fart against my face feel like? How bad would the smell be? I was trembling. 

I jumped when the door to my parents room opened. I heard Aiden, “Oh Noah...the Grizzly is getting tired and wants to pop a squat.” I held my breath. I could barely see Aiden’s shadow pass the closet door. I think he fell to his knees and was looking under the bed, “And he tells me he had a lot of nachos this afternoon, and he’s got a literal buttload of nacho farts to feed you.”

The thought made me want to puke.

His shadow covered the crack in the door. I kept my hand over my mouth and nose. My heart was skipping beats.

“Noah, are you in there?” He laughed. I didn’t move. “It’s only been ten minutes. If you’re in here that means you’re about to get one hell of a stink face.”

I clenched my eyes shut. I couldn’t avoid it anymore. The closet door swung open. In a last minute panic, I jumped to my feet to sprint past him. I don’t know what my plan was, maybe I thought I could run to my bedroom and lock the door. But he was too fast. He grabbed my arm. I started screaming, trying to fight him off, but he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up.

“FOUND HIM!!!” He shouted, carrying me out of the bedroom and down the stairs. 

“NO, PLEASE DON’T,” I couldn’t help but cry.

“We’ve all had to suffer through this, Noah,” Aiden laughed, “Quit being a baby and take your punishment like a man.”

I gulped. Jackson came up the stairs from the basement, an evil grin on his face. He let out a little roar, “The Grizzly wins again!”

We were all back in the living room. Aiden, Liam, and Oliver had brought me to the ground, lying on my back, my head resting on a pillow. Liam and Oliver held my limbs down, so even if I tried to wrestle away, I knew I would be able to get up. Aiden had his hands on either side of my head, so I wouldn’t be able to turn away. I had no choice but to watch as Jackson stepped his feet on either side of my head. He was patting his stomach, “Oh, Noah, I think I picked the worst time to have you play this game. You have no idea how badly my guts have been grumbling this afternoon.”

I whimpered. He took a deep breath, a satisfied sigh, and then pulled his shorts down. Above me, his giant butt cheeks, covered in black hair, slowly lowered to my face. I scrunched up, cringing, watching his cheeks naturally separate and I got a glimpse of his butt hole through the thick hair in his crack. Then, his hands came to each cheek and spread them wider. Now, I was staring directly at his gaping butthole. The smell was foul, as bad as butt sweat always is. He hovered a few inches over my face. I held my breath, my cheeks puffed up, spitting out, shaking. My brothers were all laughing around me.

“Any last words?” He asked, looking down at me between his legs.

“...how long?” Was all I could get out. My voice cracked.

“That’s the best part: until you DIE”

He sat full weight onto my face before I could react. Immediately I started shaking around, trying to get my arms and legs free of my brother’s grasps. But there was no way to escape. I still held my breath, but Jackson squirmed a bit and grinded his hairy butt into my face, his hairs were tickling the inside of my nose and without sniffing I could still smell his butt funk. I tried twisting my neck to free my face from stink hell, but Aiden was holding on tight. I felt his hole pucker up against my nose,

PRTPRTPRPTRPTRPTPPPPP

My brothers cheered, probably thinking of all the times they had to live through what I was experiencing, glad that they would never have Jackson fart directly up their noses ever again. And yes, even though I didn’t sniff, he had farted into my nostrils and that had forced the stink into my lungs. I coughed and gagged, gasping for air but the only air I could get was coming from his butt. 

PRTPRTPRPPPP

I was getting dizzy. The stink was so bad sure, but I kept gasping and sucking in his farts. I needed air, I was literally choking to death on his farts. I could hear them all laughing, I felt Jackson shake and scrub his ass into my face. It was like the worst face massage anyone could ask for. He shifted and I felt his hole press against my lips. I didn’t realize that was where my lips were until I felt him push again,

PRTPRTPRPTRPTRPTRPTR

The fart had broke my lips open and shot down over my tongue and into my throat. I gagged violently, accidentally swallowing his fart. I was so dizzy, so sick to my stomach, so humiliated listening to my brothers laugh like hyenas. 

“I think he’s fading away,” I heard Oliver say. And he was right. I was starting to see stars. The hands that held me down moved off of me, but even though they were free, I could barely move them. I tried to bring my arms up to push him off, but I was so dizzy from the farts that my hands only weakly grabbed onto his thighs.

“Aw, I think he’s falling asleep,” Jackson shifted once more and his hole had closed around the tip of my nose. The smell was unbareable.

“Nighty night, fart face.”

RPTRPTRPTRPTRPTRPTRPRTPPPPPPPPPPPP

Sucking in his fart as a last attempt to breathe, I’d passed out. Everything went black.

…

Jackson said that the first time he’d ever played Grizzly Bear, when he stink-faced Aiden into unconsciousness, he actually freaked out and thought he’d killed him. When he realized that he had the power to knock kids out with just his ass fumes, he became an evil monster.

And so my childhood, up through my teen years, were full of this game. College aged Jackson had no problem saying “Who’s up for a game of Grizzly Bear?” He was on the school’s wrestling team, so even if I said no, he would fight me down and straddle my face anyway. I had to try hiding at least. 

But that’s where something major happened.

First, I realized I was gay. But second...I realized that I actually enjoyed being the victim of the Grizzly Bear game.

The first dozen times I would tremble in fear, dread being knocked out by Jackson’s farts. But the more often we played, the more I accepted my fate as the eternal fart sniffer, and the more that I was actually welcoming it. I’d gotten used to how his butt smelled. I’d become almost like a connoisseur of my older brother’s farts, like fine wine, I would sniff them and see how different foods had effected his gastronomical tract.

I had fallen in love with his asshole.

That’s why, even in high school, I would hide in a basic hiding spot; under a bed, in a closet, behind a couch, and when I was found, I would fight back and scream, but that was all for show. I’d giggle and moan in disgust, mock fear, but it was actually in excitement. My brothers would hold me down. I’d shift to hide my boner as best as I possibly could. Did any of them notice my hard ons? They had to have noticed. They all must have known that somehow, I’d turned into a fart sniffing faggot, and they probably thought they were doing me a favor by forcing me to play this childhood game.

I’d stare up in anticipation as my oldest brother’s beefy, hairy wrestler ass came over me, spread open, and rested over my face. I loved his stink. I loved his ass hair. I loved his ass hole. I loved snorting up his farts, until I was put to sleep.

To this day I jerk off to the memories of Jackson farting up my nose. He’s too old for that stuff now, even though we laugh about it. I’m able to recreate the rush by meeting up with other men on fart-fetish forums, telling them my stories, and telling them I’d love to play Grizzly Bear with them some time. I’d even driven across state lines so I could play Grizzly Bear with my online friends. We’d make sure to play two rounds, so each of us could be the Bear, and the sniffer.

Going out to the movies with your friend for the first time in a long while. The theater was mostly empty but you someone ends up taking the empty seat next to you.

He's a chubby hairy dilf, has a huge bucket of popcorn to himself, as he sits you notice he has a warm aura of sweaty armpit that you can't help but smell as the movie starts.

As usual your friend falls asleep a fourth of the way into the movie, you try and focus but the smell keeps distracting you from the plot on the screen. The slobby dad next to you has been loudly laughing at the movie the whole time, without a care for keeping the theater quiet. Finishing his popcorn, he places the bucket on the ground, and rests his now free arm over the back of your seat.

You feel the heat from his open armpit warm up the air near your head and shoulders, his grey shirt, stained on the front from the butter on his popcorn as a large dark grey stain that almost caused the air around it to steam like breath on a cold day.

The sharp, oniony smell was so intense you began to tear up, but as you stole glances at him, he seemed almost a little bit handsome. You find yourself taking deeper and deeper breaths of the warm sweaty smell of his pit near your head.

After about ten minutes of sitting in his hot, sweaty funk, you feel like you're about to bust, his rancid dad pheremones have worn their way into your brain and you feel your crotch grow warm as you take deeper and deeper huffs.

You look at your friend next to you, still deep asleep, unaware of the smell or anything that had happened in the last half hour of the movie. As you turn to your other side to steal another glance at the dilf, you jump when you realise he had turned his head as was now locking eyes with you, a smug grin on his bearded face. You immediately break out into a blush of both embarrassment and the hormones now coursing through you.

"I could hear you sniffing that whole time, cutie." He raises his arm up, revealing wisps of dark long hair hidden by his sweat soaked sleeves. "C'mere, have a sniff up close, that's what you've been thinking about, right?"

Your mind was running a million miles an hour as you actually contemplated doing it, staring deep into the hot wet pit in front of your face. You turn back and look at your friend to be sure that she's still asleep. As you look back at him he grabs the back of your head and shoves your face deep into his warm armpit. The thick warm intense oniony odor brings tears to your eyes, but you can't help to keep sniffing and sniffing.

Suddenly, he pulls your head back out of his armpit and looks you in the eyes. "Hey, your friend won't be awake until the movies over anyways, come and sit in between my legs." Before you even know what you're doing your face is resting deep in his warm crotch, his hand resting in the back of your head pushing you into his musky balls through his shorts.

Deep breath after deep break of the intense musk of his balls full your lungs, when suddenly, you hear a deep, low buzzing. You wonder what that noise is as suddenly the space between your face and his crotch rapidly heats up. "Ahhh, Jesus, sorry kid, I was holding that one in since the movie started." As you start to process what he said your nose connected the dots even faster.

He was farting. He was letting out a series of quiet, farts out, directly into your face, in public. You prayed your friend was still deep asleep. The smell was one of the most intense things you had ever encountered. That greasy, beefy rotten smell was heating up every inch of your face, drowning you in the thick, hot gas. It felt like your were trying to breath in warm water just to take a breath of the thick moist air in that small space. But you were compelled to stay firmly against his gross crotch, pleasing him felt like nothing you had ever felt before, and being the only one he wanted to sniff up his gas was a feeling that warmed you up inside.

After 3 minutes of near constant farting in continuous bursts, your face is covered in his scent. He loosens his legs and slowly lifts you back into your chair, you look at the screen and realize the credits are already rolling. You barely even remember what movie you came in here to see. As you sit in a dazy while the credits roll, you realize the dilf has already left. Your friend rubs there eyes as they begin to stir in their seat.

"I fell asleep again huh. Did you try to wake me up at all during the movie?" You can't even begin to explain what had happened and decided to just say they had refused to wake up, but before you can start your friend interrupts. "Ewwww, dude did you fart? You smell awful! No wonder you didn't wake up you must have had to fart and been embarrassed huh, and uh... you might wanna wear some more deodorant next time too, I think you're starting to sweat through it and I can smell you..."

The unforgiving Jock wedgie.