Come And Sit

Life has become crazy with the whole Coronavirus scare going on. Your parents are stuck on a cruise ship because someone tested positive on the ship. You’re taking all of your classes online now for what seems like the rest of the year. Your brother, Adam, wasn’t as lucky as you though. He still has to go to work since he’s a construction worker for the city. You’re working at the kitchen table when your brother walks in the door.

“Yo!” He yells out.

“In the kitchen.” You yell back.

It doesn’t take long before Adam is walking in taking off his orange jumper revealing his white tee. “What’s for dinner.” He asks as he opens the fridge.

“I can make spaghetti.” You suggest as you continue to work on your homework.

“We had spaghetti last night.” He cracks open a coke and takes a sip.

“There’s frozen meals in the freezer.”

“That’s boring.” Adam burps loudly after he takes a giant gulp from the can. “I have something you can eat.” You look up to see him pulling his pants under his ass.

“Ha ha.” You laugh sarcastically. Your eyes however continue to stare at his ass in the blue boxers.

“Come on little bro, you know you wanna.” He shakes his ass back and forth trying to entice you.

“You’re disgusting.” You finally pull your eyes away and try to focus on the homework in front of you.

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You look back up to see Adam raising a leg and releasing a nice 10 second ripper. “You can’t tell me you don’t want some of this.”

“Dude, you’re my brother.” You grimace and shake your head.

“So what? Brother’s do it best.”

“That’s incest dude.” You get up and try to walk away but Adam blocks your way. “Move.”

“It’s not incest because we can’t make a baby.” Adam insists.

“That’s not how it works.” You stare at him confused. He can’t be serious.

Adam grabs your hand and moves it to touch his right butt cheek. “Come on, just give it a kiss.” You look at his ass then back up to his face.

“No.” You take your hand back and go back to trying to go to your room. You don’t get far as Adam grabs the back of your shirt and pulls you to the ground.

“You coulda just done it the easy way.” Adam plants his ass right down onto your face. You can smell the sweat from his day of work.

“Dude get off me.” You don’t even try putting up a fight. Surely your brother is just fucking with you.

“Nah, you’re stayin’ unda there till you can appreciate a man’s ass.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” You can feel him straining above you.

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“Jesus christ!” You yell from under his ass. The fart smells like raw garbage.

“Sniff it up little bro. It’s the only air you’re gettin’ for a while.” You cough as the fumes go down your nose.

“Stop seriously, this isn’t funny.”

“It’s not suppose to be funny. This is punishment.”

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“Shit, I knew I shouldn have ate that burrito at lunch.” Adam grinds his ass onto your nose making sure you are smelling everything. You try to reach around to push him off you but he holds your arms down as he releases another warm fart onto your face. “Stop bro, you know you’re likin’ this. Your dick is so hard down there.”

“Shut up, get off me.” You know you have a boner, but you’re trying your best to fight it.

“Nah, I ain’t getting up until you admit you’re likin’ this.” He grunts and another fart punches itself down your nose. Instead of fighting it this time, you just let it happen. You can feel your dick flexing in your jeans and it kind of feels good. Adam lets go of your arms and begins to gyrate his hips on your face. “Comeon little bro.” He lets a silent fart out and you can't hold it back any longer. You take large inhales of his nasty gas and flex your dick against your jeans.

He keeps going for a few more minutes, until you moan loudly as you begin to unload into your tight jeans. “That’s a good boy, let your big bro’s gas fill you up as you cum in your pants.”

“Fuck.” You groan as he keeps gassing you out. “Stop, I can’t cum anymore.” Adam laughs above you before he gets up.

“Next time just do what I tell you.” Adam pulls his pants over his boxers and leaves the kithcen.

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I cringe as my boyfriend surprises me with a face full of his patented, eggy smelling ass gas. It’s Christmas Eve and I’m in the kitchen baking pies for his family’s Christmas party tomorrow. I was just sitting at the kitchen table, on my tablet when Bobby (my boyfriend) decided to gift me with a fart to the face. I’m sadly used to this since we’ve been dating for almost four years and just bought a house together six months ago.

I look up, from my chair, at Bobby annoyed while he looks down at me with an award winning smile.

“Was that necessary?” I ask him dryly.

“Yep, I’ve been calling your name for the last five minutes and you weren’t responding so I had to pull out the big guns.” Bobby cheekily responds as he gives his ass a smack.

For once I wish Bobby’s ass was in my face as he gives it a smack; nothing better than the sight of his bubbly ass cheeks jiggling. Bobby’s insanely big ass is what drew me to him in the first place and I’m still enraptured by the sight of it to this day. The only negative is he’s always gassy and never misses an opportunity to fart on me.

“Sorry Bobby I’ve just been so invested in this story I’m reading. What do you need babe?” I ask.

“Come with me into the living room. It’s Christmas Eve so we can each open one present”

I turn my focus back on my tablet as I say, “Give me five minutes to finish this chapter and I’ll join you.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea babe, especially with this room-clearer I’m about to unleash.”

I look back up at Bobby with a furrowed brow, wondering what he’s talking about, but wind up coming face to face with his bulbous ass framed in a pair of red, Christmas-themed underwear. It’s both a blessing and a curse that Bobby’s been walking around the house in only that pair of underwear and a Santa hat all day.

“Bobby don’t you d-“ but it’s too late.

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Bobby rips a 7 second fart in my face and I’m quickly enveloped in one of his noxious fart clouds. All I can breathe in is hot, sulfur reeking air.

I groan from the stench and shove Bobby’s ass out of my face. “You’re so fucking gross Bobby” I chide him”

Bobby allows me to push him away but backs his ass back into my face as soon as I put my hand down. He snickers as he fans his lingering butt fumes in my direction. “Sorry babe I was filled to the brim with the Christmas spirit and needed to share it with you. In fact I think you could use another helping of it” Before I can react, I feel Bobby grabbing the back of my head, and then I’m being shoved face first into his plump ass. My gasp of surprise is quickly muffled as his meaty globes mold around my face. I hear Bobby take a deep breath and then…

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A 10 second, sputtering fart comes blasting out of Bobby’s ass and into my face. The stench of rotten eggs and garlic has me gagging and my eyes watering. Bobby doesn’t release the back of my head when his fart ends, instead he starts grinding his ass against my face, rubbing his butt stench in.

“Ah don’t you just love the smell of Christmas cheer Evan.” Bobby says; the cheeky little shit.

When Bobby finally lets me go, I stand up and give him a light shove on the back towards the living room. “Alright, alright you win. Let’s head to the living room and open a gift.”

Instead of heading towards the living room, Bobby once again backs his ass into me. With our height difference his thick ass is now pressed against my lower stomach.

“Aw Evan, I was hoping I could gas you out some more before you gave in. Oh well it is the season of giving, so enjoy… NNGH” Before I can act, Bobby hikes up his left leg and grunts.

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I groan as I both hear and feel Bobby’s meaty fart rumbling against my lower stomach. Bobby’s rancid butt fumes immediately rise, wreaking havoc on my sense of smell. With watery eyes, I place my hands on Bobby’s shoulders and steer us towards the living room. Bobby doesn’t waste the chance to rip a few sizeable poots, crop dusting me along the way.

A few minutes later we find ourselves sitting on the living room floor, in front of the tree, across from each other. On Christmas Eve it’s our tradition to gift each other with lover coupons. These homemade coupons range from chores to dates to even sexual favors.

We hand each other our coupons and I see mine is for a free strip show and lap dance. I immediately slip it into my pocket knowing I’m going to use it on my birthday. I look over at Bobby and notice him staring down at his coupon with awe. With mine, he can fart on me as much as he wants for 24 hours and I can’t complain or resist, and if I do he gets the coupon back and can use it again.

“Are you for real with this?” Bobby asks in wonder. I give him a nod.

Bobby hands me back the coupon, and before I can ask him ‘why’ he says, “I’m cashing this in now”

“What” I ask dumbly.

Bobby appears to pay me no mind as he turns around, gets on all fours, and starts crawling backwards, ass first. In the next moment, his ass is within a foot of my face and my field of vision is dominated by Bobby’s bulbous ass cheeks. Bobby looks back at me with an impish, little grin.

“I’ve got no mistletoe but you better pucker up Ev. I’m about to blow you a special kiss ha-ha” Bobby says, teasing me.

In an instant, Bobby grabs me by the top of my head and shoves my face into his plump ass. My nose is wedged in between his bubbly ass cheeks, with only a thin layer of cotton shielding me from his toxic asshole. I feel his hole opening against the tip of my nose and…

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Bobby launches a 9 second fart up my nose that stinks of dead fish and garlic. It takes everything I have not to groan or shove his ass out of my face.

I give Bobby’s side a little tap and tell him, “That was very impressive babe. Since we’re done here do you mind moving?” I ask with a muffled voice thanks to Bobby’s huge ass consuming my face.

“Sorry Ev but we’re just getting started here. There’s plenty more where that came from. So you just sit back, relax, and enjoy all these Bobby bombs I’m about to drop on ya”

I’m used to Bobby farting on me at least 10 times during an entire day. But this feels like I’m about to experience something totally different. I’m feeling kind of nervous and Bobby’s about to show me that I have every right to be. I hear Bobby grunting and I brace for impact.

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“Come on Ev take a good whiff of that”

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“I hope that smelt as good for you as it did for me releasing it”

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“Don’t know about chestnuts but I definitely roasted your nose hairs with that last one Ev”

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“Phew, I call these bad boys Bobby bombs for a reason babe”

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“Ah I hope you enjoyed that one Ev because he brought a friend… NGGH”

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“Hang on Ev. I’m about to make this night anything but silent and holy… UGH”

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A series of behemoth farts come roaring out of Bobby’s ass and into my face; each one lasting longer and stinking worse than the last. Tears are streaming from my eyes and I’m in a coughing fit when Bobby pulls me away from his ass.

Bobby looks back at me impressed. “Wow Ev I thought you’d have passed out by now. Well that’s good news because I’ve got plenty of gas left in the tank”

I have to bite the inside of my cheeks to stifle the complaint on my tongue. I knew Bobby was gassy but this is insane.

Bobby has me lie down on my back as he straddles my face. The last thing I see is Bobby’s holiday-themed, bulbous ass descending onto my face. Everything goes black as his warm, bubbly cheeks envelope my face. I feel his doughy cheeks pouring over the sides of my face and making contact with the floor, blocking my head from the outside world. All I can breathe in is the lingering stench of previous butt fumes, but Bobby’s about to change that.

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Bobby’s ass drowns my face in a continuous stream of short farts. Bobby keeps ohing and ahing over me after ripping fart after fart on my face, without pause. I lose count at fart number 75 when things start to get fuzzy and I mercifully blackout.

I come to with Bobby carrying me bridal style to our bedroom.

“What happened” I ask groggily.

Bobby looks down at me with a cocky smirk. “I overwhelmed you with my gassy prowess” Bobby says. He then scrunches his face and…

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Bobby releases an 11 seconds fart that slowly spreads around our bedroom. I catch myself just before I’m about to groan and Bobby chuckles.

“Damn I almost got you. Well that’s alright I still have 22 hours to break you and get you to complain about my gas”

Bobby looks extremely amused as I take in his statement. “That’s right Ev. I’ve been farting on your face for the last two hours. I only realized 5 minutes ago that you were passed out. So many Bobby bombs wasted; such a shame.” Bobby shakes his head with a mock pout but a moment later that impish grin is back on his face. “But do you wanna know the good news babe? I still got plenty of Benny bombs locked and loaded.” To prove his point, Bobby closes one eye, lifts his right leg, and grunts while I’m still in his arms.

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A 10 second trumpeting fart blasts out of Bobby’s ass and adds to the stench from his previous fart. Bobby’s familiar butt stench reaches my nose, and I feel myself getting hard. I don’t know why this happens every once in a while, but as usual I push it to the back of my mind and forget about it.

Bobby tosses me onto the bed and I call him an asshole. Bobby tells me how he’s taken care of the pies but I’m not really listening. Bobby sleeps in the nude and all of my focus is on his ass as he shimmies out of his small, Christmas themed underwear. Bobby’s naked bubbly globes jiggle from left to right as he works them off. He then peers at me over his shoulder and smirks when he notices my gaze locked on his ass.

“Hey babe, say hello to your sleeping partner for tonight.” Bobby says as he reaches back and grabs two handfuls of his meaty ass.

Completely confused, all I can say is “Huh” making Bobby snicker.

“Tonight you’re going to be sleeping face to face with this big fella and he’s going to keep you nice and toasty with a classic Dutch oven.” Bobby says and gives his big ass a smack, making his plump cheeks wobble almost hypnotically.

Bobby sets us up in bed with himself lying on his side and me lying behind him with my face inches away from his ass. But this isn’t good enough for Bobby. He reaches back and keeps pulling my face into his plump ass until he feels the tip of my nose poking his wrinkled asshole.

“Ah that’s much better. Now you won’t miss a whiff of my sleepy farts” Bobby says sounding satisfied.

I feel Bobby draping the covers over his lower half and me completely; sealing me away with his ass in a Dutch oven.

Bobby pats me on the head over the covers and says, “Good night babe.”

Thanks to my face being stuck in Bobby’s putrid ass trench, I reply with a muffled “Good night.”

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Bobby rips a 9 second, dry-sounding fart point blank up my nose. His eggy butt fumes have me gagging and my eyes watering.

“My butt wanted to wish you a good night as well Ev” Bobby adds cheekily.

Bobby falls asleep fast, but I hardly get a wink of it this night.

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Every 10 to 20 minutes Bobby startles me awake with a loud sleepy fart ripped up my nose. All through the night I’m covered in my own sweat and Bobby’s ass sweat, and coughing on every foul-smelling fart he rips.

Later on I wake up alone, in bed but still under the covers. I make my way up the bed and rest my head against my pillow, hoping to get a few good hours of sleep.

I’m half awake as I feel the bed jostling and dipping around me, but I pay it no mind. I’m fully awoken by Bobby’s voice coming from above me.

“Wake up babe its Christmas, and you’re about to receive your first gift of the day.”

I lazily open my eyes. My sleep-ridden brain isn’t processing what I’m seeing right away. Bobby’s feet are planted on either side of my shoulders as he squats over me. His juicy bare ass is hovering inches over my face. My eyes widen in shock as I realize what I’m seeing. Bobby’s basically mooning me and I can even see his winking asshole surrounded by a thatch of black fur.

Bobby looks down at me, between his legs, with a mischievous smirk. “For your first gift, my butt’s going to serenade you in bed with a Christmas carol.

We wish you a merry

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We wish you a merry

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We wish you a merry

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And a happy

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I’m gagging and tears are forming in my eyes as Bobby’s fetid concert comes to an end. He falls in bed next to me laughing at my suffering, but I make sure not to complain.

Once Bobby gets a hold of himself, he pats me on the shoulder and says. “Come on pEv, I made breakfast. Let’s eat and after we can open gifts.”

I agree with him so we make our way to the kitchen. I take a seat at the kitchen table while Bobby gets our food. I watch Bobby’s ass in motion as he grabs our plates. This morning he’s wearing a red pair of underwear with Santa on the front, and they perfectly accentuate his bulbous globes.

Bobby takes his seat across from me but not before handing me my plate of food. My plate’s filled with hash browns, eggs, and bacon. I dig into my food with a ravenous hunger. It all tastes fine but everything has a weird funky aftertaste. When I glance up at Bobby, he’s looking back at me with a shit-eating grin. I immediately stop chewing as the pieces come together in my head.

“Looks like you’re enjoying my special cooking Ev. You want another helping of eggs, seems like you’re running a little low over there” Bobby says with a lopsided grin. I decide to challenge him.

“Sure babe, load me up with another helping of your eggs.” At first Bobby looks surprised but then that little smirk falls back in place.

Bobby makes his way over to the oven and comes back to me with a skillet full of eggs. He serves me another helping and turns around. Instead of heading back to the oven, he leans forward; pushing his ass out and having it hover over my plate of food. Bobby’s massive ass completely eclipses my food; I can’t even see the edge of the plate. Bobby takes a deep breath and grunts.

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Bobby saturates my food with an 8 second, growly fart. A small whiff of the musky stench makes its way to my nose and instantly has me gagging.

Bobby sighs in relief as he fans his butt fumes towards my food. “Ah bon appétit”

Bobby sets the skillet on the counter, and returns to his seat giving me a smarmy grin. I’ll show him. I continue digging into my meal only stopping when I feel myself about to dry heave. It takes me 10 minutes but I finally clean my plate.

Bobby shakes his head as he stands up. “Damn Ev I don’t know if you’re brave or just stupid. The balls on you” He says as he cups his crotch. I know I shouldn’t but I feel pride from Bobby’s words. We then head to the living room and start opening presents.

We sit on the couch in the living room as we hand each other gifts. Bobby makes sure to fart on each present he hands me and my dick throbs every time. Well I’ve gotta face facts; I’ve got a fart fetish. This will be an awkward conversation to have with Bobby later.

I thank Bobby as he gifts me with a new laptop and a carrying bag for it. He loves the leather jacket and motorcycle helmet I’ve given him that matches his bike in the garage. I’ve got one last present for him but I don’t plan on showing it to him until we’re at his family’s Christmas party. I smile to myself as I think about the ring box I have hidden in our bedroom.

I’m a shit-liar so I decide to spill the beans. “Hey Bobby I need to tell you something” I feel Bobby’s eyes on me but I keep mine on the new computer sitting in my lap as I continue, “Look if what I’m about to say sounds too disgusting or weird let’s just forget this conversation ever happened. The thing is Bobby, I don’t know when it started, but I’ve come too really like your farts. And I mean really-really, like hard-on really” I try explaining. I close my eyes realizing how moronic I just sounded.

For a while the living room is completely quiet. I become more nervous by the second as I wait for Bobby to say something.

“Finally” Bobby spontaneously exclaims startling me. I whip my head and stare at him.

His eyes are closed and he’s pinching the bridge of his nose. He looks completely done with this.

“I swear Ev you are so slow when it comes to realizing things about yourself.”

“That’s not true” I snap, feeling insulted.

Bobby rolls his eyes and starts counting off examples on his fingers. “It took you so long to realize that you’re gay.”

I can’t rebuff that. All through high school I thought I was straight even though the sight of women never appealed to me. It took accidentally seeing Bobby naked to realize I was gay.

“It took you just as long to realize you were interested into me.”

Again I can’t rebuff his words. I only saw us as best friends through college, even though everyone mistaken us for a couple. One drunken night of fuckin’ knocked some since into me.

“And after almost four years together you’ve finally caught on to your own fart fetish”

I’m completely dumbfounded “What, I, How did you know that I have a fart fetish?”

Bobby relaxes back into the couch before responding, “Every time I farted on you or you heard me farting you’d get horny and jump my bone. It wasn’t that hard to put 2 and 2 together.”

All of a sudden, Bobby pounces on me and pins me to the couch. I’m laid out with him straddling my chest and peering down at me with a mischievous grin.

“Now that we’ve got that all straightened out it’s time for me to let you in on a little secret” Bobby leans down, brings his mouth next to my ear, and whispers, “I’ve got a fart fetish too”

Bobby pulls his face back and laughs at my slack-jawed expression. Before I can form a single question he presses his finger against my lips shushing me.

“We’ll save the questions for later. For now let’s start the new chapter of our lives with you becoming my fiancé slash fart receptacle. And just so you know: the bottom of your sock drawer is a terrible hiding spot babe.”

I’m about to chastise Bobby for snooping through my stuff but I’m cut off by the ominous gurgling coming from his stomach.

“You hear that babe? Sounds like Santa’s coming down the chimney with a bag full of gifts just for you.” Bobby quickly shuffles around until he’s facing away from me.

Once again, Bobby’s thick ass is hovering over my face, eclipsing my view of the ceiling. But he isn’t finished there. Bobby reaches back, and pulls his tight underwear down off his ass. His pale, bubbly cheeks pour out of their tight confines, and wobble above my face. He reaches back again, but this time to spread his meaty globes, giving me a front row view of his winking asshole.

“In you go” and with that Bobby plops his huge ass onto my face. My face is immediately submerged in between his bulbous ass cheeks. Even though his fat ass cheeks are covering my ears, I can hear his voice coming from above me.

“With the amount of farts I’m about to light your face up with Ev, I can’t tell if you’re on Santa’s good list or naughty list… HHGH”

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“Maybe you’re on the good list, going by the massive amount of Bobby bombs I’m about to rip on your face… NGH”

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“But a few of these butt rockets can choke out a horse so maybe you are on the naughty list… FGGH”

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“Or maybe you’re just a gift from Santa to me. My own personal fart cushion… GGHH”

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Bobby’s barrage of farts comes to an unexpected stop. It’s muffled but I hear his cell ringing, and he actually answers it.

“Hey mom… yeah about that, Evan’s caught the sniffles so we can’t make it… No need to worry I’m taking perfect care of him. In fact I’m brewing up something that will clear his sinuses right up… Alright bye mom, we’ll see you on New Year’s Eve.”

Once Bobby ends the call he addresses me.

“Sorry Ev, but I hate lying to my mother so I’m about to drop something on you that’ll definitely clear your sinuses. I hope you’re ready for this babe… NNGGHH” I hear Bobby straining and grunting above me until…

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