Gassy Movie Night
Alex is forced to spend a movie marathon night with his older brother Jake and his two friends. However, Jake lies and tells them he has a fart fetish, and from there all unfolds
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The dim glow of the TV screen flickered across the cluttered bedroom that Jake and his younger brother Alex shared in their family's old house. Posters of rock bands and video game characters peeled at the edges on the walls, and the air smelled faintly of stale pizza from earlier.
It was a lazy Friday night, and Jake, his older brother had invited his buddies Mike and Tyler over for a movie marathon. The two of them shared a room, with two separate beds.
However, Jake had pressured him onto giving up his bed, placing the two of them together so he and his bros could all sit together.
The three of them sprawled across the two mattresses that the brothers used, reclined against the headboard Jake was claiming the center spot as usual, Mike and Tyler squeezed in on either side, passing around a bowl of nachos loaded with extra cheese and beans.
Alex had been roped into joining them. He sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed on a sleeping bag, trying to focus on the movie they were watching. It was some sort of comedy.
Jake paused the movie midway through, right after a fart joke scene passed across the screen, a mischievous glint in his eye as he turned to his friends.
"Guys, hold up. You gotta hear this about my little bro here." Mike and Tyler leaned in, curiously. Jake continued, "So, Alex has this secret fart fetish. Total weirdo thing, but please don’t kink shame him. I discovered it last month bed, you remember how gassy I got after taco Tuesday?” They both nodded remembering, fuck Jake was nasty.
“Well, let one rip to his bed, and when I looked to see him coughing and gagging, I see the kid jacking off like no tomorrow.."
Mike burst out laughing, nearly spilling the nachos. "No way, dude! You farts are noxious."
Tyler nodded, chuckling as he interjected."It makes sense though, think about it, it explains why he's always hanging around when we eat junk food, and why he doesn’t complain even though we reek of sweat after practice."
Truthfully he did mind, but Jake had him threatened not to complain.
Alex's face flushed crimson. "That's a lie! Jake, you're full of crap. I hate that stuff, who could even get off on that! Stop making stuff up!"
Jake just shook his head, feigning concern. "Nah, bro, it's cool. We're all friends here. No need to deny it."
Mike and Tyler exchanged looks and piled on, their voices dripping with sympathy. "Yeah, Alex, don't sweat it. Your fetish is a bit out there, but we support you."
The mood shifted as Jake rubbed his stomach, glancing at the empty chip bag. "Speaking of, that bean dip is hitting me hard. We're all getting gassy from this movie night grub, and it always stinks up the room when we hang out. But hey, this could be perfect, we can give Alex a real good experience. Turn it into something interesting for him, right? Kill two birds: he gets his fix, and we don't have to air out the whole place later."
Mike had a light bulb moment. "Totally dude, It's like we're doing him a favor. He gets a nice hard on and we can just let it rip comfortably."
Tyler joined in, following the trend "Yeah, dude, embrace it. I actually been holding it a bit, and it’s not comfortable to try to dissimulate. Don’t worry, we won’t tell anyone and we’ll make sure you enjoy every bit."
Before Alex could bolt, the three of them pounced. Jake grabbed his arms, Mike pinned his legs, and Tyler rummaged in the closet for some old jump ropes they'd used for wrestling matches.
"Hold still, little bro," Jake said, holding him down and Mike looped the rope around Alex's wrists and tied them up before positioning him horizontally across the top of the bed. "It’s okay to be ashamed, but you’re gonna have a great time, and hey, you'll help us out too, by the end of it we’ll all have something else we share."
Alex squirmed and protested. "Let me go! This is messed up, I don’t like farts, you idiots!" But they ignored him, Tyler securing his ankles next. He tugged futilely at the bonds, his heart pounding with humiliation.
The guys didn't waste time taking turns, they instead all piled in at once, treating Alex's tied body like a shared cushion or unwilling lounge chair.
"Relax," Jake said sitting on top of him, taking the first pick he chose to sit at the head, letting his heavy ass settle over Alex’s face, as he moved his ass from side to side trying to find a comfortable position. Alex felt the soft fabric of his brother’s sport shorts scrapping against his face, already able to smell the sweating ass as he almost scratched his buttock on him with his movements. He wasn’t that worn either, as seated there gave Jake a bit of an itch, finally settling in a spot that had Alex’s nose scrunched comfortably right against his crack so he only needed to jerk his hips a little to get a nice scratch, his left cheek resting against his mouth and chin and his right cheek covering most of his eyes.
Mike was the lightest of the bunch, and he stretched across the middle, his ass resting firm over Alex's stomach and ribs. He liked the feeling of Alex’s chest going up and down as well as feeling him squirm, plus it was the most even seat of his body.
Tyler anchored at the bottom sitting over Alex’s hips, however he didn’t let Alex’s dick slide between his own cleft instead crushing it under his right cheek. He was more of a secret sadist and wanted to crush Alex’s dick under his weight before testing if farting over Alex’s dick would give him a hard on. He figured the little fart masochist would enjoy a play such as that, and lamented not being able to sit at the face to fart down his throat.
They pulled the heavy comforter over their laps and hips, sealing Alex's body and trapping him in the dim, stuffy darkness under the blankets. "Time for a Dutch oven special. It's okay, bro, you can stop faking it. We all know you love smelling our stinky farts."
The combined pressure pinned him down like a human mattress, their legs grinding subtly as they settled in to watch the screen, the blanket turning the space into a sweltering sauna just from the body heat and sweat the young men produced.
He gasped for air, but every breath pulled in the thickening warmth and ass smell of his brother, he tried to squirm but all the others needed to do was pin him down more harshly under their weight.
The heat built fast, like a sealed oven preheating, sweat beading on Alex's forehead and trickling down his temples as the guys shifted for comfort. However, he also could feel them passing around snacks, as their stomachs gurgled and vibrations passed into him through the contact on their skin.
To his surprise, it was Mike the one who first let out a fart. Silently and without saying nothing, he just felt as what seemed as the most level headed of the trio leaned a bit, raising his ass as he let out a scorching hot silent but deadly.
Alex felt as the fumes exhausted the boy’s body and slid across his belly, almost like a hot liquid, before dispersing in the air under the blanket.
However that didn’t meant the fart had gone away, and as the air felt a bit warmed than before, Alex felt himself jerk under his brother’s ass as the foul smell hit him. It smelled like hot sewage, and he really wondered what could a guy eat to have their farts smell like that.
Jake felt him jerk and raised an eyebrow over the blanket, looking to the two other guys. He had felt the blanket becoming a bit warmer just now.
“Who beat me to the first fart dudes?” He asked.
“I think it was Mike” Said Tyler. “I still don’t let it rip”
“Wha-? Me? Of course no”.
“Dude, there’s only three of us here”
“Okay, it was me”.
“Fuck” Said Tyler. “It must’ve been a deadly one I could feel him squirm dude”.
“Haha, sorry, I had chili to eat and it hasn’t settled down that well”
“Nah bro, don’t sweat it” Jake said “You just let it rip under the blanket and we have no problem, Alex likes them stinkier anyways.”
And as if to demonstrate, he pressed down his weight, pushing out a rumbling fart that he had felt brewing for a while already.
The sound was a wet, guttural roar that vibrated through Alex’s skull, the force of it pushing his brother’s heavy cheek deeper into his face. It wasn't just a sound; it was a physical assault of pressure and heat that blasted directly into Alex’s nostrils. For a second, the world disappeared, an earthquake shook his head and all his senses were replaced entirely by the concentrated, sulfurous essence of Jake’s digestive system. The scent was thick and humid, tasting of old protein and processed cheese, clinging to the lining of Alex’s nose like a physical film. He tried to turn his head, but the sheer weight of Jake’s backside acted like a fleshy seal, forcing him to inhale to the last remnants of the blast.
Jake let out a satisfied sigh, shifting his weight to grind his backside against Alex’s cheeks. "Oh man, that one had some real kick to it," he chuckled, his voice muffled but triumphant above the blanket. He could feel Alex shuddering beneath him, the struggling breathing only serving to pull more of the stagnant, foul air deeper into his lungs. "Look at him, he's practically vibrating. I think he's finally admitting he loves this."
Not to be outdone, Tyler shifted his position at the bottom. He leaned forward, lifting his hips just enough to create a small pocket of space between his skin and Alex’s groin before slamming back down. The result was a sharp, staccato series of pops— machine-gun farts that ripped through the fabric of his shorts.
Each little burst was hot and pungent, vibrating against Alex’s cock and balls, which along with the crushing made them hurt and vibrate as if receiving a quick punch with a vibrating wand. The fart smelled of the heavy bean dip they had gorged on as well as chocolate protein shakes. Because Tyler was perched right over Alex’s pelvis, the fumes didn't just linger; they drifted upward like a snake over his body, swirling in the sweltering heat of the blanket-tunnel and mixing with the lingering scent of Jake’s blast.
Tyler groaned in relief, his muscles relaxing as he felt the pressure leave his gut. "Damn, my stomach. Thanks for the assist, Alex. You're like a human air freshener, just absorbing everything we throw at you," he joked, his tone dripping with a playful cruelty. He deliberately pressed his backside harder against Alex’s hips, feeling the boy's desperate attempts to squirm away from the invisible cloud of gas that now saturated the space beneath the comforter.
Alex was sweating as the atmosphere under the blanket now thick, humid, and smelling like a locker room in the middle of July.
Jake looked over at Mike, who was currently the most silent of the group.
"Hey, Mike, you've been too quiet. We know you've still got some of that chili working its way through. Give us a real show, man. Give the little guy something to really wake up for," Jake commanded, a smirk evident in his voice.
Mike chuckled, shifting his torso. so he could lean back and put more pressure on Alex’s chest. He took a deep breath, bracing himself. "Alright, alright. I've been holding back a big one, but if the boss says let it rip, who am I to argue?"
Alex felt Mike’s stomach gurgle against his ribs, a low, rolling vibration that signaled something significant was coming. He tried to hold his breath, closing his eyes tight, but there was nowhere to hide. He was the foundation for their comfort, the living mattress for their leisure.
Mike shifted his hips, angling himself perfectly. He didn't go for a silent one this time. He scooted over a bit to fart on Alex’s stomach with everything he had, and a thunderous ripping fart that echoed loudly under the blankets, the sound vibrating through Alex, making the distinctive sound.
As the sound faded, the silence that followed was filled only by the sound of the three older boys laughing. "Holy shit, Mike! That sounded like a landslide!" Jake roared, leaning down to press his cheek even harder against Alex’s face. "Did you feel that, Alex? That was a real powerhouse. Bet you're loving every second of this 'torture,' aren't you?"
Under the blanket, Alex couldn't answer. He was gasping for air in a pocket of foul, recycled gas, his face flushed and his mind swirling. Despite his protests, the overwhelming sensory overload and the sheer absurdity of the situation were starting to blur his thoughts.
The night continued like that without a hitch. At least on the trio’s side. They released their gas at their leisure, transforming the zone under the blanket into a chamber gas from their guts.
It wasn’t for nothing that it was called a Dutch Oven.
At some point however, as they changed into the second movie of the same franchise Tyler asked.
“Hey, Jake, could you exchange with me please? I really want to give it a go there”.
Jake thought about it a bit before responding.
“I don’t know man, I could use a change of scenery since the head is a bit hard, but i don’t want to sit so near my brother’s dick y’know?” He paused “Hey Mike, would you exchange with Ty? Then we all move over one”.
“Sure why not” said Mike shrugging.
Tyler grin’s spread his face in half.
They lifted themselves up from their places briefly. Alex finally got a chance to breathe as a little fresh air inevitably entered the comforter and the weight was released. The guys grumbled about the fart smell leaking a bit.
However the rest was short lived, as they once again all settled into their new positions, Alex had missed his opportunity.
"Now, where was I?" Tyler chuckled, now nested above Alex’s face, his voice echoing slightly above the blanket.
Tyler didn’t just settle into the spot, he decided to finally do what he had wanted. He took a deep breath, bracing his core and reached down beneath the heavy fold of the comforter and, with a quick, practiced motion, tugged his own athletic shorts down past his hips. The sudden rush of cool air against his own skin was fleeting, quickly replaced by the searing heat of the trapped space.
He didn’t tell the others; he simply shifted his weight, sliding his bare cheeks directly onto Alex’s face. The sensation was immediate and visceral, the raw, warm skin of Tyler’s backside pressed firmly against Alex’s lips and nose, creating a fleshy, airtight seal that left no room for error.
For a few seconds, there was a deceptive silence. Alex felt the shift and instinctively tried to part his lips to gasp for air, but he found only the smooth, oppressive weight of Tyler’s bare glutes, small curly and oily hair tickling his lips.
He felt a surge of panic as he realized the "breather" he had hoped for during the swap had been a trap. Tyler, feeling the wetness of Alex’s frantic breathing against his skin, smirked. He knew he was struggling, but he also knew that the most effective and satisfying way (for him) to do this deliver his charge was to ensure Alex’s mouth was wide open.
"He's still fighting it, Jake," Tyler murmured, his voice vibrating through the blanket. "He's keeping his mouth shut. I can't get a good seal for the blast."
Jake, who was now lounging comfortably in the middle said "Hold on, let me help him open up for you," Then without a warning, shifted his position and suddenly heaved his hips upward, using his momentum to slam his weight down onto Alex’s chest. The impact was sudden and jarring, a heavy thud that knocked the remaining air right out of Alex’s lungs. The sudden pressure forced Alex’s mouth to fly open in a reflexive, silent gasp for oxygen.
In that exact moment of vulnerability, Tyler seized the opportunity. He didn't just let it go; he braced himself, lifting his hips just a fraction of an inch to create a pressurized pocket, and then slammed back down, positioning his hole perfectly between Alex’s parted lips, and timing the impact perfectly with a massive, guttural eruption of gas. The fart wasn't just a sound; it was a concentrated, high-pressure jet of sulfur and heat that blasted directly into Alex’s open mouth. It was a violent, humid intrusion, tasting of the bean dip and the deep hellish rot of Tyler’s gut.
Not only that, but he felt as a slimy coat spared though his mouth, making him gag violently.
“Ups” was all Tyler said to that. He had pushed a bit too hard and needed up with a wet fart. Well, those things happen.
Alex’s on the other hand has his eyes flew wide open behind the curtain of skin and fabric as the foul cloud filled his oral cavity, flooding his throat and forcing him to swallow the essence of the blast.
He tried to cough, but the action only served to draw the smog deeper into his lungs. The smell was different from Jake’s, sharper, more acidic, like old eggs left in a hot car. It was a sensory overload that made his head spin, the sheer intensity of the smell mixing with the suffocating heat of the blanket.
"What the fuck did you eat man!" Mike roared, laughing as he felt Alex’s body convulse beneath him. The little quicks had shaken him and made him spill some chips.
“Holy fuck, why he didn’t react to mine that way, dude, you’re rotten inside ” Said Jake, unaware Tyler had slid done his shorts and done it bareback.
He didn't pull away; instead, he began to grind his backside into Alex's face, rubbing the lingering remnants of the gas into the boy's skin. "Did you taste that, Alex? That was a special delivery just for you. I bet you can still feel it hitting the back of your throat, can't you?"
Mike, perched at the bottom, started laughing so hard he nearly slid off the bed. "God, I can smell it from here! That was a fucking biohazard! I swear man you need to eat more vegetables or something." He shifted his weight, feeling the way Alex was shivering in a mixture of shock and sensory overload.
“Wait, I think I have another one in the chamber”
“Dude dude! Wait let me join you!” Said Jake. “You too Mike, c’mon”
“Okok”
The trio counted down
“1…
…2
…3”
The three farted at the same time, and the blanket inflated under the onslaught. Alex, unable to stand anymore abuse, trembled a bit and passed out. Tyler felt it first and quickly dragged his shorts up before notifying. The guys assumed he had enjoyed it too much as they mistook the trembling for an orgasm, and Jake didn’t correct them on the fart fetish thing, but ultimately let him out as he slept.
However, they were eager to make this a routine, as it was a very effective and enjoyable way to deal with their gas.
