Scottish Fart Sniffer v.3

Dirty Desires : Decade long stink

"It's been like what....10 years since we last did this?" Chris laughed as he stripped his sweaty blue sweatshirt off. He was right, it was exactly 10 years since he sat on your face. It was a common occurrence between the two of you. It started as a prank and teasing, but as the years went by he realised you enjoyed it a little too much and took advantage. He needed homework done? He got you to do it with the reward being his ass on your face for an hour. Now as he straddled your chest, you saw and felt the difference that an extra 100lbs added.

(Farting | Big Butt | Short Story)

“Hey, can you hold this step ladder while I fix this?”

You can’t believe how lucky you are. The opportunity to get up close and personal with his giant, muscular butt, given to you without even asking. You walk up behind him and grab the sides of the step ladder, your face so close to his perfect ass that your nose is almost in his crack.

“Hold on tight.”

You grip onto it like your life depends on it, not willing to let this opportunity go.

pffffft.

Your nose hair burns from the rancid gas that escaped from his ass. It’s nasty! You instinctively lean your head back trying to escape the smell, your grip on the step ladder loosening ever so slightly.

“I said hold on tight!”

You tighten your grip again and lean back in towards his ass. He shifts his positioning on the step ladder so that he can reach further, then when he is stable he pushes his butt back, smothering your face in his cheeks. You can’t believe that you’re getting even luckier.

“Just need to get in the right position to reach this…”

He pushes his butt back further, your face now even deeper between his cheeks and your arms at full stretch as you hold on desperately to the step ladder.

BRRRAAAAAAAP!

His foul gas blasts directly into your nose and down your throat. You can taste the whey from his protein shakes on your tongue. With your arms at full stretch there’s no escape from your noxious prison.

“Yeah I’ve been smashing my protein goals lately, but it’s just made me so gassy.”

FRRRRAAAAAAAAP! 

He inflates your lungs with his rotten fart. You thrash your head fighting for fresh air, but it’s no use.

“You wanted this ass so bad, well now you’re going to get every last bit of it. Ha!”

He grabs the back of your head and pushes your face so deep into his ass that you’re practically kissing his hole through his shorts.

Being on a bulk has me farting up a storm..more calories, more protein = more 💨 sniff em up piggies! Contribute to my roid funds, help me grow bigger and gassier 😈

I hate it here! It’s only been a week at this new place but I am done with it already! I came to this place for cheap rent but I can see why now. The housemates are insufferable! I’m stuck here with three ‘bros’ who take the stereotype of being lazy, untidy, smelly, and thoughtless to the absolute extreme. The house is always a smelly mess and they love farting as much as possible. They even have weekly farting competitions! I didn’t think people this gross existed.

Their names are Tom, Zeke and Bobby, but they all call each other by the nicknames: ‘Trumpet’, ‘Sneak’ and ‘Bomb’. Unfortunately for me, I have gotten to know Tom well. Even more unfortunately, I have come to understand why his nickname is ‘Trumpet’.

On my move-in day when I opened the front door, carrying bags full of all my stuff, I wasn’t met with warm smiles or even a handshake. No, I was greeted by Tom’s big butt pointed towards me followed by a loud BRRAAAAAP! The three of them laughed in hysterics after I was hit by that trumpet-like blast from Tom. After calming down they finally introduced themselves, although things quickly became awkward when they realised I wasn’t amused. Were they really expecting me to laugh along with them!

Did I mention that the three of them were absolute studs? My scrawny self felt awkward enough trying to slot in amongst these buff men, let alone being tormented by their gas all day. Out of the three, Tom was definitely the main tormentor. I’ve been thinking ‘Tormentor’ might be a more fitting nickname for him, but his orchestra of loud, windy farts always seem to prove my idea wrong.