Scottish Fart Sniffer v.3

Agreeing to let my high school bully be my roommate was the worst decision I ever made.

Jake had been such a bully to me all throughout middleschool and high school. We were the classic nerdy dork and jock bully combination. He played baseball so he was always fit, and he had a huge ass even back then.

I knew I was gay even back in middleschool, and as cliche as it sounds a part of me did have a crush on Jake, but only a small one and it was tempered by how much of a raging douche he was. In senior year of high school, Jake found out I was gay. I still hadn't come out publicly, but he didn't out me. Strangely, he stopped bullying me as much after that. Maybe he felt sorry for me, I don't know. After high school the two of us went to different colleges and I was happy to never see him again.

After college, I moved back to a town not far from my hometown for a job opportunity. I put out some feelers among friends seeing if anyone was in the area looking for a roommate. As fate would have it, after a couple weeks of dead ends, Jake reached out. Said he was looking for a roommate too, he already had an apartment picked out and everything. I was hesitant, remembering what a shithead he'd been. But it had been four years, and people change. I said yes. A week later I had signed the lease and moved in. That's where my trouble started.

Jake had changed a lot since high school, at least physically. He'd grown a couple inches, put on a good chunk of weight, and grown out a full beard. Immediately, when we reconnected the day I moved in, I felt my heart skip a beat. I may have thought I was crushing on him before, but it was nothing compared to this. Still, I tried to push that aside, telling myself that he was straight and I shouldn't get hung up. It didn't stop my eyes from wandering to his ass, even bigger than it was four years ago.

Most days living with Jake were fine. He was a good roommate, and other than ribbing me from time to time you wouldn't know the man had bullied me relentlessly for years. He was still cocky as hell; I hated to admit I found it attractive. But he did his half of the chores, respected my personal space, and the two of us even had a lot more in common than I expected. We got along well. The only big problem was when he would go out drinking with his old baseball buddies on the weekends. A lot of times they'd go to the batting cages, and he'd come home clearly drunk and soaked in sweat. Being drunk made Jake loud and even more cocky and brought out his bully streak. A few times, he had snuck up behind me sitting on the couch and stinkfaced me, his swampy bubble butt completely covering my face. He would also do other gross things like burp in my face or try to headlock me into his armpit. He never pushed it very far and he always laughed it off afterwards and apologized, but it was a taste of the bully I'd grown up with. And why did I get so hard whenever he acted this way?

Things escalated one Friday night. We had been living together for about six months by this point. Jake had been out longer than usual, but I was up late finishing some work that was due on Monday. I had just sat down on the couch to relax before bed when the door swung open. There was a loud *URRRRRP!* from Jake's direction, an echoing belch announcing his entrance. If that wasn't enough he also sarcastically shouted "Oh honey, I'm hoooome!" I rolled my eyes at him and laid down on the couch and went back to relaxing.

"What? No small talk for me? No 'how was your night with the boys'?" He said, trying to provoke a response

"It's late, Jake, I'm sure you can tell me all about hitting baseballs and drinking beer tomorrow."

"Wow, someone's a party pooper."

"I just had a long day," I replied. "Trying to relax a little before bed."

There was a pause. No quippy follow up. That immediately put me on edge. After about thirty seconds I cracked an eyelid to check on what Jake was doing. Only to see his bulbous butt cheeks clad in nothing but a pair of underwear with the word "Nastypig" emblazoned across the ass, looming over my face, just as he slammed his ass down.

Immediately my world went dark and it felt like my face was being wedged between two warm, damp sacks of sand. The fabric of Jake's underwear could barely count as a barrier between my skin and his thick cheeks, especially with just how soaked in sweat his butt had become over the evening. It was a hot night and I was only getting hotter as my roommate bully sat down on me with his full 300 lbs of bulk. The smell was just hell. Thick, salty, musky ass stank tainted every breath I took. I tried to force Jake off of me but he wouldn't budge an inch. Even my screams of protest were muffled by his meaty glutes.

"Calm down, bro," He said, laughing. He sounded just like he did back when he'd bully me in the locker room in high school. Arrogant and amused and cruel. "You said you were trying to relax, I figured I'd give you a lil' aroma therapy!"

My stomach dropped. I knew what he meant by "aroma therapy." He'd done it to me once at a sleepover when we were young. Knowing how much bigger he was now, and how deep inside his ass crack my nose was trapped, I tried to beg for mercy. I tried to plead "No!" but my words drowned in the thick buns pressing down on me.

I felt Jake tense, and heard him grunt.

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT!

A ten second long jet of vile gas blasted up my nose and out to the rest of my face. I immediately gagged and bucked underneath Jake, trying to force him off before I puked, but he just laughed at me and kept me pinned under his ass.

"Why are you struggling so much, little buddy? Someone clearly needs to re-unnnfff-lax!"

As Jake let out that grunt--

BLBLBLBLBLBLBLBBRRRRPPPPPTTTTT!

A nasty, wet bubbler rippled its way across my face. I felt my nostrils burning, and I let out another muffled scream. Jake was howling at this point, his cruel laughter only being drowned out by the thunderous bassy bombs coming from his ass.

BRRPPT!

BRRRRRRPPPT!

BRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPTTTTT!

Jake unloaded a barrage of farts all over my face. It couldn't have gone on longer than five minutes, but it felt like it would never end. He kept faking concern like "You feel better yet, little buddy?" while grinding his drenched ass hard against my nose. It brought me back to when Jake would bully me when we were kids. A churning mix of humiliation, disgust, shame, and excitement. Part of me felt sick. The other part couldn't ignore the growing erection I was getting.

After what felt like hours of torment under Jake's ass, I heard a dangerous gurggling come from somewhere deep in my bully's guts.

"Uh-oh, little buddy, sounds like you're in for the big one!"

The emphasis he put on that title made me immediately start bucking again, trying to force him off me before the apocalyptic fart could hit me.

I failed.

brbrbrbrrrrAAAAPPPPPPBBRAAAAAAAAPPPPPTTTBRAAAAAPPPPPTBRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSS!!!

It started as a tiny stream of air that smelled of pure shit. Then it grew in intensity, roaring out like a gale force wind and shaking my head like an earthquake. The smell somehow got worse, like rotten sewage being shoved up my nose again and again. And it kept going! Every time I thought he was done, Jake would tense and a new wave of horrendous gas would shoot out of him and hit me like a truck. I was sure I would throw up. I also had the hardest boner I'd ever had in my life.

When the big one finally ended, I heard Jake was laughing like a madman over me. He shook his ass on my face, wiping a bit more of his sweat off on me, before finally, mercifully, standing up.

"Haha, sorry man, I know I'm being an ass but I just had to," he reached down to help me up off the couch as he said it. I saw him glance at my crotch, a large tent still standing between my legs, and look back confused at me. Then a cocky grin slowly spread across his face. "Looks like you had more fun than I thought, dirty dog."

I felt my cheeks go flush and mumbled at him to piss off, getting up from the couch without taking his helping hand. He gave me a slap on the back, and suddenly we were back to being amicable roommates. Any hint of that bully nature was gone. I quickly made an excuse that it was late and I needed to shower the smell of his ass off of me before bed. Jake chuckled at that and we parted ways as he went sleep.

I stayed in the shower a long time that night. The warm water streaming down my body. My cock was still standing at attention. Why had I gotten turned on by Jake farting on me?