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Men are all destined to let themselves go. And inside some men, there is a little voice that calls to them. “Get fat. Blow up. Just let yourself go.”

This audio allows you to revel in the expansion and spoiling of the male form. It allows you to immerse yourself in the masculine daze of indulgence and greed. The release of self control, with decadence and lust taking its place.

The rounding out of toned bodies, the swelling and gurgling of an overstuffed, puffed up tummy. Hairy, sweaty, bloated bodies craving excess and pleasure. Massive round asses and thickening meaty thighs, marinating in musk.

Get lost in your imagination, and let these sounds wash over your brain.

Listen to these men as they indulge in their perverse pleasures and spoil their bodies into obesity.

My arse shook and flexed as I moved, but no one would guess that it wasn’t me doing it.  It was my twin brothers, trying to escape their big brother’s body.

“I bet you didn’t expect this, did ya?” I asked, cracking some eggs into the pan.  “When Mum said I was in charge for the weekend you thought you could do whatever you wanted.  Thought I’d be a push over.  Never thought you’d wake up with my arse in your faces, merging and absorbing you skinny little nerd bodies into my perfect jock butt.”

I rubbed my butt for emphasis, loving how plump my cheeks were now.  “It’ll work out better this way.  I get a quiet weekend, and you get to be slabs of muscle and fat on my butt until mum and dad get home.  Hell, I might even go clubbing tonight, bet you’d help me get laid…”

I dished up my breakfast, all things to make me gassy so I’d be turning my pants into an all day dutch over for the pipsqueeks.  Pausing before I sat on the sofa, I grinned.

“Now stop squirming, I take baby sitting very seriously.  You both behaved like babies, so I’m gonna be sitting on you!”

“You want me to what?” Bryce asked as he pulled down his team captains pants, revealing his hairy ass framed in his signature jock.

He wasn’t exactly sure why he was doing this, but he complained about its yet pulled down the blue shorts. Something about the heat coming off his captains ass just made him do whatever his captain asked of him.

“Remember bro. We bet that if I could take our team to the championships and take home the trophy than I get to memorialize you as some extra padding on my ass. Besides, you know I’ve been wanting to do this since you joined the team.”

Bryce didn’t really put up any sort of a convincing conversation, but he looked back and grinned as he grabbed a cheek and pulled it to the side, revealing his tight pink hole.

The musk from his body and especially his ass just slowly broke you down in a way as you went along with his talks of his ass having you, knowing this was permanent.

“I guess that makes sense, may I at least eat your ass out for a bit before I feed myself to it?” You ask Bryce as you press your face on one of his buttcheeks, staring intensely at his hole.

“Sure man, just make it quick. Give it a good licks than start with your arms and let my ass do the rest of the work bro.”

Bryce was always straight to the point as you buried your nose against his hole, taking in his scent before you went to town kissing and licking his hole.

You weren’t really an ass man, but again it was something coming off your captain that just made you do whatever he asked. You just went along with it as you have his hole a proper beating with just your lips and tongue.

In another life, you were fucking the hell out of him with his greedy bottom self but that overpowering scent came washing over you as you knew it was time for the real fun.

You pulled back and put your arms together as you guided them towards and into his anus.

Bryce let out a moan as his home immediately clenched and took hold of you as you pushed in deeper.

It was quite a shock as you could feel his anal muscles get a solid grip on you as his muscles contracted, pulling you face first against his hole.

“In you go slut!” As Bryce leaned back and grabbed the back of your head as he pushed you into his hungry ass.

The captain let out a loud groan as his hole suddenly parted far and wide as you were gripped easily and pulled even deeper into his bowels.

He grinned, let out heavy sighs and continued to flex his ass muscles over you as he looked back to see you lay obediently still, save for an occasional spasm as he felt you travel deeper and deeper inside him with no remorse for what would happen next.

He felt the pressure with you traveling inside him as your struggles were getting weaker and weaker with his body already putting you to work.

The details of your demise were grim, but let’s just say that you didn’t even make it up into his stomach before he was loudly working you off, will all the grunts, moans, churns and fart here and there as he used 100% of you completely and surely.

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A loud sound wakes me up. I immediately notice that my boyfriend of 6 months, Diego, is gone. We’ve been dating around 4 months and this is the first night he’s sleeping over.

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Another loud sound comes from somewhere in my apartment. I climb out of bed to investigate and find Diego. 

Diego is one of the hottest men I’ve ever met. He’s Mexican with a strong body and broad shoulders. He has short black hair and emerald eyes. He’s taller than me at 6 foot 1. He also has a firm and muscular bubble butt; his basketball-sized globes are bigger than my head.

Earlier today, or well yesterday since it’s two in the morning, he took me on a date to Six Flags. There, he won me a huge, stuffed Roadrunner by ringing the bell on the strongman hammer game. It's about 2/3 my size. He also won himself a similar sized Wile E. Coyote.

My search ends in the living-room and I’m not prepared for what I find. Diego’s on his hands and knees, on the couch, still only wearing a tight pair of gray briefs that can barely contain his pumpkin-sized globes.

My Roadrunner doll is just behind him. He has a hand on the back of its head, keeping its face pressed against his ass.

I hear Diego say, “Take it. Take my stink!”

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I'm shocked as I witness Diego rip a 5 second fart in the doll's face. Since we’ve started dating, Diego has never once passed gas in front of me. I wasn’t expecting this.

“Uh, Diego, what are you doing?” I ask.

He doesn’t respond to my question. Instead, he grounds his ass on the doll's face and says, “Yeah, how was that?”

I keep calling his name as I come closer, but he's not answering me.

As I get close, I notice his eyes are partially closed and look vacant. 

He also sounds different. He’s talking a bit slower and almost slurring his words.

“How was that Ry? Do you like how I stink you? Well too bad, I'm not finished.”

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Wait, he thinks the doll is me?

“Diego!” I say louder, but to no avail. He's still blasting the doll with farts.

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Maybe he's sleepwalking? I think to myself.

I wave a hand in front of his face. No reaction. Holy shit, he's really sleepwalking. 

Why didn’t he tell me about this? What am I supposed to do? Should I try to wake him up? Should I leave him to fart all over my stuffed doll? And why am I not repulsed by this?

I stand over Diego, watching him butt bomb his prize for me like it’s his job. 

I guess I should try to wake him up. I think.

I place a hand on his shoulder and give him a shake. “Wake up, Diego.”

It doesn't work.

“You'll never get my stink off you, Ry.”

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He rips a chain of farts on the stuffed doll.

I kneel down and grab the leg of the Roadrunner doll. I give it a hard yank, pulling it out of Diego’s hand and away from his ass. Hopefully, this will wake him up.

I’m caught off guard when he reaches out and grabs me by the back of the neck. Before I can react, my face is being shoved against his big ass, smothering me with his doughy mounds.

I give a muffled protest.

“You ain’t escaping that easy. You’re gonna-” Diego punctuates his every next word with a fart.

“Take… HGH”

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“My… GGH”

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“Stink… FGH” 

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Diego pumps three trumpeting farts up my nose. His thin briefs do little to filter his fumes.

I’m coughing and gagging on the stench of rotten eggs and spices. His pillowy orbs muffle my distress.

Keeping my face in his backside, Diego rocks his hips, shaking his meaty rump on my face. 

I try to pull away, but even in his sleep, Diego’s muscles easily overpower me. 

“You’re in for it now, Ry. I’m about to stink you real bad, and there’s no saving you… NGH”

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Diego rips a 45 second, behemoth-of-a-fart pointblank in my face. His fart is so powerful that it has his cheeks and my face vibrating.

The stench is unimaginable. The smell of raw sewage mixed with Diego’s personal brand of musk, overwhelms me, and I find myself blacking out.

I'm lying on the couch when I wake up. Diego’s hard chest is pressing against my back as he spoons me. 

I look over my shoulder when I feel him stir awake. He gives me a sleepy smile. 

“Good morning, baby.” He says before kissing me. 

Diego frowns as he looks around. “Huh? Weren't we sleeping in your bedroom?” He then shrugs, brushing it off.

I’m guessing he has no memories from when he was sleepwalking. 

I offer to cook breakfast and he’s onboard. I make us pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

As we eat, I subtly question Diego. “Hey Diego, do you remember anything about last night?”

He shoots me a sly grin. “I remember railing you four or five times before we finally fell asleep.” He teases.

“You were incredible.” I say. I guess that proves he doesn’t remember.

“Say Diego, are you a gassy person?” I ask. He raises an inquisitive eyebrow. I shrug, “I’m just curious if you fart a lot.”

He speaks after swallowing his mouthful of food, “I usually am, but not so much anymore, for some reason.” he then laughs, “Haha, my old roommate once told me that I farted so much in my sleep.” his eyes suddenly widen, “Wait! Was I farting in my sleep last night?” He asks.

“Well you did rip a huge fart that woke me up. I’m talking about one that had the whole couch shaking." I fib, only referring to his massive, final fart that knocked me out.

He gives me a sheepish grin, “Sorry Ry, I guess I rip some major ass in my sleep.”

I lean over and kiss him on the lips. “It's fine. In fact I find it cute.” 

To add some levity, Diego leans to the side and poots. “Ah, there, I'm extra cute this morning.” 

Although it makes me laugh, I feel myself blushing.

Before Diego leaves we make plans to see a movie next Friday. Afterwards he'll spend another night.

I chose not to tell him about his sleepwalking. He's never mentioned it so maybe this was a one time thing.

If I'm being frank, I have my own dilemma. Several times this week, I’ve stroked myself off thinking about Diego farting on me. I’m kinda scared about what that means.

NEXT FRIDAY NIGHT

Diego and I had another awesome date. We bought subs and snuck them into the movies. 

We return to my place after and head straight to the bedroom. I swear, Diego fucks like a man possessed. 

Like deja vu, I’m awoken by… FFFFFBBBBBVVVVVVTTTTTT… It came from the kitchen.

The spot next to me in bed is empty. I leave the room to go find Diego.

I spot Diego in the kitchen. He's standing there in only a pair of white underwear. My gaze is locked on his bulbous orbs that are stretching the fabric of his underwear, obscenely.  His glutes flex and twitch as he reaches into the cupboard, and pulls out an open box of cereal.

He brings the box down, behind him, and tilts the opening just beneath his ass crack.

“Oh yeah, Ry’s even gonna have to taste my stink.” Diego says in a sleepy, monotone voice that indicates he’s sleepwalking.

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After tainting my cereal with a series of farts, Diego re-shelves them and takes out a half eaten package of Oreos. He unseals them and brings them just under his bum.

“Gonna lay my stink on all of his food.”

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Diego rips two short and loud farts on the cookies before returning them.

Diego's skunky vapors permeate throughout the room, arousing me. Oh hell, I’m into Diego's farts!

Diego turns to look in my direction. His eyes are heavy-lidded and vacant.

Diego heads my way to, unfortunately, just walk past me. But he must subconsciously notice me because at the last second, he pauses, sticks out his ass, and fart on my hip.

“Ah, take it, Ry. Love stinking you up good.” He sleepily taunts.

I'm hard as a rock.

Diego continues to his true objective: my refrigerator. He opens the refrigerator door and turns around.

My eyes go wide. He isn’t going to...?

Diego arches his back, jutting his bubbly ass into my open refrigerator. He clenches his jaw and in a strained voice, mutters, “Gonna make Ry love the taste of my stink once I'm done. Nowhere here is safe from my butt... NGH"

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Diego pushes out a 30 second, monstrous fart. He swivels his hips, ensuring to sprays all my food with his ass funk. I have some kale in there, and I see his ass wind blowing its leaves back. The vegetable looks like it’s in a wind tunnel.

Diego sighs in relief and shuts the door, trapping everything inside; letting all my food marinate in his noxious fart cloud. 

Diego's nowhere near finished. He opens the microwave door and farts into it. He then opens up my silverware drawers and farts into them. He then proceeds to fart on every plate and bowl I own.

I come to a startling realization. Diego lied. He is gassy but holds it all in when I'm around. However, he doesn't deal with the same issue when he's sleepwalking.

Once Diego’s turned my kitchen into a noxious wasteland, he sleepwalks right up to me. When there's a foot of space between us, he turns around. 

Diego reaches back, grabs a handful of his left butt cheek, and gives it a shake, making the fleshy ball jiggle like gelatin. 

“Get on down there, Ry. It’s time for me to stink up your face.” Diego orders.

So he knows who I am while sleepwalking. But he won’t remember any of this. I process.

I must be taking too long because Diego twists around, places his hands on my shoulders, and forces me to my knees. He then turns back around putting his dump-truck of an ass right in my face. He then grabs the back of my head.

“I said it’s time to stink up your face. You’ve got no choice.”

With that, he smothers my face in his doughy, fat cakes.

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“You're face is in for a mean stinking.”

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“Oh that was extra wet, just for you, Ry.”

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“I'm gonna make your face stink like my ass for a week.”

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He blasts me in the face with some lethal, eggy farts that have me coughing.

I nearly fall but catch myself when Diego starts walking. He doesn’t release the grip on the back of my head. I’m forced to crawl behind him with my face glued to his big ass. 

I don’t know where we are going, but every few steps, Diego rips a trumpeting poot in my face.

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I'm unsure of where we are, but while still kneeling, Diego tilts my head back. The back of my head rests on something soft. Diego’s thick cakes follow, sitting on my upturned face. My head is now sandwiched between Diego’s ass and whatever is beneath it.

Through all that ass meat on top of me, I hear, “There's no escaping my farting ass, Ry. I'm about to make you stink." he then starts grunting and straining.

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A 40 second explosion erupts out of Diego’s ass, point-blank in my face. The smell is horrendous. It stinks of digested meat and raw sewage. The stench overwhelms my sense of smell, causing me to pass out. 

I wake up to Diego calling my name. He's kneeling in front of me with a worried expression. I’m sitting on the bedroom floor with my back against the bed.

“Ryan, I don’t know why you’re sleeping on the floor, but get into bed. I’m gonna pick us up some breakfast, you get some rest.” Diego orders. I obey him without resistance; I’m so tired.

I climb into bed and get some more sleep. 

Diego wakes me up an hour later. We eat our breakfast on my couch.

“So why were you sleeping on the floor?” Diego asks as we eat.

I decide to evade his question with a truth.

“Did you know that you sleepwalk?”

Diego’s eyebrows rise into his hairline. “Was I sleepwalking last night?”

I nod, “Yeah, you were. Why didn’t you tell me you sleepwalked?”

“Because I haven’t for over a decade. Last time I did it was when I was a teen. I would sleepwalk into the living-room and hump the couch.” Diego explains, looking uncomfortable, “We went to a specialist and worked out why I was sleepwalking. It was because I was hiding a big secret. When I told my parents I was gay, it stopped.”

My brow furrows, “So you're sleepwalking because you're keeping a secret from me?” I figure out loud.

Diego’s body jerks. “N-no, I don’t think so.” He stammers, obviously lying.

I can’t be mad. I don’t have the right since I’m also keeping secrets.

“Diego.” I chastise, making him flinch. To get himself off the hook, Diego lunges at me and ravages my mouth with his tongue. He then pounds me into the couch, before making his escape.

We decide to have a date night at Diego’s place, next Friday.

NEXT FRIDAY

For our date tonight, we’re watching an action/romance movie and eating Chinese takeout. But something's wrong. Diego's being distant with me.

Half way through the movie, I pause it. “Alright Diego, what’s going on with you?” I call him out.

Diego won't look me in the eyes. “I think we should break up.” He says, making my stomach drop.

“What? Why?” I cry.

When Diego looks up at me, I see the pain in his eyes. “Ry, after what happened last week, I recorded myself sleeping. I watched myself farting all over my Wile E. Coyote stuffed animal, believing that it was you.” 

His expression hardens, “Ry, have I been farting on you when I’m sleepwalking? Is that why you asked me if I was gassy two weeks ago? I want the truth.”

In truth, I was going to come clean about everything tonight. He's troubled, not knowing what he's doing at night; and here I am, getting pleasure from it. I feel guilty and am disgusted with myself.

“Yeah Diego, you’ve been farting on me when you were sleepwalking.” 

Diego looks miserable, “That's why I’m ending this. You don’t deserve this, Ry. I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. It’s me who-” I try, but am interrupted by Diego.

“No Ry, you don’t understand. This is on me.” Diego licks his lips nervously, “I have been keeping a secret from you. That's why I'm sleepwalking again. The truth is that farting on my partners turns me on. And I want to fart on you so much."

I can’t believe my ears. I could cry from happiness. “Diego, I-”

Diego interrupts me again. “I already know that’s completely gross. You don’t have to say it. That’s why we’re breaking up.” He sighs before standing up. 

“Diego! Will you shut up and let me talk!” I exclaim, startling him.

I grab him by the arm, and pull him down so he is sitting down next to me again. 

“Diego, I'm the one who needs to apologize. I should have told you about your sleepwalking from the start. Instead I was being selfish. I put the pleasure I got from you farting on me before your well being. For that I'm so sorry."

Diego looks taken aback. “Ry, wh-what are you saying?”

“Diego, I love when you fart on me. It gets me hard as hell. If you still want to break up, I’ll respect your decision. But if we stay together I’m begging you to stop holding back your gas. I don't want to just be your boyfriend. Please make me your fart-sniffer. Please make me your fart-cushion.”

Diego’s breathing heavier. “Ry, you better not be lying. You're playing with fire right now, baby.” He warns.

“Diego, do you know what you told me constantly when you farted on me in your sleep?”

Diego shakes his head.

“You kept saying that you were gonna ‘stink me’ or ‘make me take your stink’.”

Diego groans in lust.

I lean in, brushing my lips against his. I softly whisper, “Diego, please stink me.”

Diego closes his eyes and starts haggardly breathing for a few seconds. When his eyes pop open he flashes me a dark grin.

"Ry, my big, nasty booty is gonna stink you like you've never imagined."

Diego quickly gets up and stands in between my legs, right in front of me. He then spins around, showing-off his bubble butt. Its girth is being accentuated by his black sweats. They look painted on his basketball-sized slabs. 

Diego bends over at the waist, pushing his cakes out, right in my face. 

My vision is completely dominated by Diego’s gargantuan ass. I watch as his cheeks flex and then relax.

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Diego vents a 15 second, thunderous fart right in my face. It’s so powerful that it has the seat of his sweats flapping, and it blows back my hair. The stench of digested meat and methane brings me to tears and has me gagging.

“Ah, smelly enough for you?” Diego teases.

“Yes Diego, I love it. Please don't stop.” I beg.

Diego starts to seductively sway his hips, causing his pillowy orbs to bounce and wobble, from left to right.

“Earlier, you said you wanted to be my fart-sniffer. Then prove it. Dig your nose into my crack.” Diego commands.

Without hesitation, I thrust my face forward, burying my nose in between his sweats-covered ass-melons. 

Diego reaches back and spreads his cheeks through his slacks, sinking my entire face in between them. 

“You talk a good game about being my fart-sniffer, but let's see if you're really up to the task. I’m launching my stink right at ya… FGH”

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Diego blasts me with three, consecutive, beefy farts. I desperately sniff up his skunky vapors, moaning as I do it.

Diego pulls my face out of his ass. When I look up, I see him looking back down at me, over his shoulder. He has an impish grin.

“Holy shit, you weren’t kidding. You love my farts.” 

I nod, “I do. I can never get enough of them.” 

Diego cheekily grins. He sticks his ass out a bit and poots on my nose.

I inhale, savoring the eggy stench. 

“Mmm, I could worship your godly ass and farts forever.” I moan.

“I like the sound of that.” Diego says before grabbing the waistband of his sweats and pulling them down. 

I gasp as his fleshy moons pour out of the prison of his pants and jiggle out into the open, right in front of my face. His cheeks are big, round, pale, sprinkled with black hairs, and slightly damp with sweat.

Diego reaches back, cups the bottom of his round globes, and starts bouncing them. I almost blow at the sexy sight. “You think you have what it takes to worship all this ass?” Diego stops jiggling his ass to spread his cheeks, revealing his hair-surrounded pucker, “To worship my godly, shitty hole?”

“Yes, please!” I cry.

“‘Yes, please.’ who?” Diego questions with a steely, dominant voice.

“Yes, please sir!”

“Good boy.” Diego praises.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Worship my ass. Worship my ass until you suffocate!” Diego growls.

Diego thrusts his hips back, submerging my face in his swampy, cavernous crack. The back of my head meets the back of the couch, sealing my face away, unable to escape.

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“Ah, I’ve been holding that one in for a bit. You’re welcome.”

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“I'm not feeling any worshiping going on, back there, fart-sniffer. My big, benevolent ass is waiting.”

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Getting blasted in the face by the source of his manly pheromones drives me wild. I bring up my hands and start feeling all over his bare, bubbly mounds. I stick my tongue out and start licking at his slightly sweaty pucker.

I both feel and hear Diego’s deep moan all around me.

“Oh that’s a good worshiper. Your talented mouth deserves a good stinking.”

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Diego pumps an airy, 5 second fart into my open mouth that inflates my cheeks.

I moan as the acrid taste coats my tongue and his hellish fumes fill my lungs. This spikes my arousal, causing me to eat him out feverishly.

To reward my enthusiasm, Diego continues to rocket farts down my gullet.

BBBVVVPPPDDD “Oh yeah, can you handle my stink?” RRRLLLUUUTTT “There's a good worshiper, swallow my godly farts.” PPPOOOHHHFFF “Color me impressed. You’re a good fart-sniffer. Now let's see how you are at being a fart-cushion.” FFFFDDDD-PPPPRRRR

Diego flexes his ass-boulders, turning them into steel. With a twist of his hips, I'm tugged off the couch and fall to my knees, on the floor.

I feel his cheeks relax, followed by…

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An explosive fart, jettisons me out of Diego's ass. It knocks me to the floor, on my back. I’m coughing on his toxic fart cloud surrounding my face.

When my blurry vision clears, I find a completely naked Diego straddling my chest backwards. His meaty spheres protrude over my face, eclipsing it in their shadow.

Diego’s signature ass musk seeping from his swampy crack is seductively hypnotizing. 

Diego shuffles back, lording his huge butt right over my face.

“Are you sure about this? Last chance, fart-cushion.” Diego warns.

“Please use me as your fart-cushion, sir.”

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Diego sits down, burying my face in between his mountainous cheeks. His doughy globes flow over the sides of my face, completely entombing it in his canyon of a crack.

Diego's cheeks flex and rock from side-to-side as he gets comfortable on my face.

“Good luck, fart-cushion. See you on the other side… GGH”

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Diego blasts me with a sulfuric smelling fart that washes over my face, making me gag.

“Oh wait, wait. Ah, I needed that.”

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“My shitty hole isn’t done with you yet, fart-cushion.”

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“Having trouble breathing down there? Here’s some air, fart-cushion.”

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“Uh-oh, here comes the big one. Lips on hole, fart-cushion. We’re gonna finish this off with a bang... NGH”

Doing as he commands, I lock lips with his ass lips. I feel his hole open and press out.

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Diego pumps a 50 second monster down my throat, inflating my lungs with his noxious ass wind. This fart has my entire upper body quaking. It stinks of brimstone and sweat. 

This fart does me in. I shoot in my boxers just before passing out.

I come to as Diego lies me in his bed.

He smiles fondly before lowering himself on top of me, pinning me to the bed with his bigger body.

He slots our mouths together, kissing me deeply. 

After a few moments, we pull away, breathing heavily. 

“Thank you, Ry. That was incredible.”

“I should be thanking you for introducing me to a kink I never knew I had. And all while you were sleepwalking.” I joke.

Diego’s face flushes with embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry about all that. But now that I've revealed my secrets, I don’t think I’ll be sleepwalking anymore.”

"I don’t know how to feel about that. While you were sleepwalking, I loved how much you farted on me. I hope that’s not all in the past.” I hint, teasing Diego.

A sexy grin forms on Diego’s lips. “Oh there’s no need to worry about that. If you thought I was gassy when I was asleep, then you’re in for a shock, fart-sniffer.” Diego scrunches up his face and arches his back, extending his big butt into the air.

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I stare in awe and fear as Diego keeps pushing out one massive fart after another. The room is already thick with his ass funk.

“Shouldn't have poked the bear, babe. Now I’m gonna keep you trapped under me, and keep on farting for the next hour or two. Hold on to your nose, little man, you’re in for a wild, stinky ride… UGH”

This is my first ever college party, and man is it intense. A frat rented out a big ass mansion and is hosting a Halloween costume party. This party is insane.

Girls are scantily dressed, showing off their cleavage and curves. While guys are wearing costumes that show-off their muscles and bulges. 

I feel completely under-dressed in my old-timey prisoner’s outfit. I'm wearing a white and black striped pair of pants, shirt, and prisoner's cap.

I’ve never been to a party like this. There's so much alcohol and other substances.

There must be hundreds, maybe even thousands of people at this party. Apparently every student in the university was invited.  

This huge mansion seems to go on forever. There are so many rooms, and each one is loud with people. And that’s not counting the many bedrooms that have couples going at it. I also may have walked in on an orgy.

I need some time to myself. This party is overwhelming.

After walking for 20 minutes I find an empty recreational room. There's a pool table in the middle of the room and a loveseat against the wall. 

I sit down and take a breath. 

As I’m calming down my vision is suddenly dominated by a wall of blue. 

PPPPPPWWWWWWWHHHHHHFFFFFFF

What sounds and feels like a miniature explosion goes off in my face. It lasts for five seconds, blowing my hair back. Next thing I know, a rancid, paint-peeling stench assaults my nose. It stinks of rotten eggs and spices. 

I put two and two together and realize that I’m staring at a huge ass and someone just farted in my face.

My watery eyes travel upward and upward, taking in the guy who just farted in my face. This guy’s a monster. He’s about 6 foot 5. Like 230 pounds of mostly muscle, and some fat. And the guy’s ass, which is still in my face, is big as hell. It’s like he has two basketballs stuffed in the back of his pants.

The guy’s wearing all blue, dressed as a police officer. He looks down at me, over his shoulder, flashing a wide, impish grin. Damn, he’s handsome.

“Ah, take that, perp. Looks like this officer caught an escaping prisoner.” The guy teases.

“Wh-why’d you do that?” I ask, caught completely off guard.

He shrugs, “You’re alone. I thought you could use some company. Also most of my closest friendships started with me farting in their faces. I’m hoping for the same result here.” 

He turns to face me. I swallow thickly, trying to keep my eyes on his, and not on his impressive bulge that’s right in my face.

He takes a seat next to me and offers me his hand, “Hey man, I’m Alex.”

I shake his hand, “David.”

With a grin, Alex points out our costumes. “It’s wild how our costumes go with each other. It’s like we’re a couple who planned this. To play my part I better keep an eye and ass on my escaped prisoner.”

With my hand still in his he stands up, and tosses a leg over my arm, putting his bubble butt right in my face. I try to pull away but his grip on my hand tightens so I can’t escape. I hear him grunt.

FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPBBBBBB

Alex farts in my face a second time. It stinks as bad as the first one. I try to pull away but he won’t let me go. “Nu-uh. My partner, Officer Booty, isn't done with you… NGH”

BBBBBBBFFFFFFF-PPPPPPPPTTTTTTT

Alex rips two consecutive, high-pitched farts in my face. The eggy stench I’m forced to inhale has my lungs feeling like they are on fire. 

Alex finally releases my hand and sits back down next to me, laughing his ass off.

“Jeez, what did you eat that made you so gassy today?” I ask after my coughing fit dies down.

“Haha, there’s no secret, Davey. I just always got to fart.”

I hear a chime jingle coming from Alex’s pocket. He pulls out his phone and reads the text he just received. “Ha, I’m kicking my brothers’ asses in this competition.” He cheers.

“Um, what?” I’m confused.

Alex looks back at me. “Oh, I’m in a competition with my frat brothers right now. Whoever farts on the most people here, in an hour wins.” He admits proudly, giving me a slight boner. I have a huge fart fetish.

“Oh, are you part of the frat hosting this party?” I ask.

He shakes his head, “Naw, I’m part of Delta Phi.”

“I don’t think I know that frat.”

Alex shrugs, “Our frat is pretty secretive and exclusive.”

“So how ahead are you?” I question.

“My friend Zack, who’s in second place, texted that he’s farted on 26 people as of now. But I’ve farted on 57.”

My jaw drops. “How did you manage to fart on so many people so fast?”

“Easy. The football team paid for a bus to take them from the athlete’s dorm to here. I snuck on. When we parked out front, I ripped a monster of a butt bomb on the bus before anyone could escape. It was really bad, it even brought me to tears, but more importantly, it knocked out everyone on the bus.” Alex recounts, slapping his knee as he laughs.

“After that it was simply going from row to row, farting in each of their knocked out faces. And of course, I didn’t spare the unconscious bus driver from the same fate, haha.”

His gassy retelling is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

“Man, you and your frat must be the gassiest people alive.” 

“Ha, actually being gassy as fuck is a requirement to join Delta Phi. You have to fart 100 times in 24 hours to be accepted.”

Alex flashes me a cocky smirk. “I farted 100 times in only two hours. To this day, my record is unbeaten. Not to toot my own horn, pun intended,” Alex leans away from me, lifting his left butt cheek off the seat and aiming his crack at me. PBBT. He blasts me with an airy poot that stinks of rotten eggs.

“Ah, haha, not to toot my own horn but no one is a challenge to me when it comes to farting. My brothers may be farting masters, but I’m a farting god, haha.” Alex brags.

“Anyway, farting on everyone on that bus got me to 48. Then I farted on 8 more people on my way here.” Alex’s grin broadens, “And you were number 57, buddy.”

“Do you get multiple points since you farted on me multiple times?” I ask.

"Nope, only a single point per person you fart on."

“Then why have you been farting on me so much?” I ask. Personally I'm not complaining.

“For two reasons. One: I’m giving my frat bros a fighting chance to try and catch up. And two: farting on you is fun.” 

Before I can react, he jumps up, spins around, and bends over, jutting his ass into my face. He moves so quickly that his fat, uniform-clad globes wobble when he comes to a stop.

RRRRRRWWWWWWWAAAAAPPPPPP

He blasts me in the face with a trumpeting fart. He snickers as he sits back down while I gag on his raunchy fumes.

A torturous/arousing idea comes to mind. I’m already blurting it out before I can stop myself. “Hey if you want a handicap, I've got an idea. How about we walk around together? For the next while, everytime you fart on someone you also have to fart on me right after. Would that make it more challenging for you?” 

I’m internally berating myself. I’m practically screaming that I have a farting fetish. This is gonna weird him out.

To my surprise he hugely grins. “Dude, that’s an awesome idea! Every two farts will earn me a single point. This is gonna scare the shit out of my frat brothers; they already think my ass is possessed, haha.” 

Excited, Alex grabs me by the hand, pulls me to my feet, and leads us out the room. 

We step out to a pathetic sight. Some drunk guy is on his knees, puking into the pot of a fake tree. 

I follow Alex as he walks up to the guy. He spins around and squats his ass just above the back of the guy's head. ‘Here man, this should help you get all that out of your system… GGH”

PPPPPPPLLLLLLLLVVVVVBBBBBBB

Alex rips a growling fart on the back of the guy’s head. I’m not even sure he realizes what just happened, but he does groan. I can understand why as I get a whiff of Alex’s noxious emission. 

Alex sighs in relief before stepping up to me. He wheels around, and presses his caked-up backside against my hip. “Your turn, buddy… HGH”

BBBBBBRRRRRVVVVVMMMMMM

Alex rips ass on me, coating me in a tear-inducing fart cloud, making me gag.

“Do you really think you have enough gas to match every fart on someone else with a fart on me?” I accidentally wonder out loud.

Alex looks slightly perturbed. “Davey, I’m gonna make you a believer and wish you never thought of this idea. You’ll never forget the smell of my swampy ass.” 

He gestures towards my outfit, “And you’re gonna have to burn that costume. You’re never gonna get the stench of my farts out of them. Just pray that my butt stink isn’t baked into your body for too long.” Alex finishes, completely serious. I tinker with the waistband of my slacks, trying to make my semi less noticeable. 

Alex nods his head down the hall. “Let’s go, Davey. Officer Booty has more victims to claim.” He gives his big ass a slap, making his fleshy moons ripple sexily in his blue pants.

We keep walking and come up to three guys. Two jocks have a guy cornered and are bullying him. The jocks are dressed as cowboys. The cornered one is thin with coke-bottle glasses. He is dressed in a wizard’s robe. 

“Haha dude, are you wearing a dress?” Cowboy 1 asks.

“Oh man, that’s so gay, haha.” Laughs Cowboy 2.

“This is a magical robe. I’m dressed as my D&D character-”

Cowboy 2 interrupts, “Oh dude, what a fucking nerd! Haha.” making the two jocks laugh.

Alex walks up behind the two, joining in on their laughter. Wow, Alex is much bigger than those two.

The two turn to Alex with welcoming grins, believing he's a similar-thinking jock. 

“Haha dude, this nerd is dressed ridiculously. Am I Right?” Cowboy 1 says to Alex.

“Actually I’m laughing at the two of your costumes. I mean who comes as fart-faces, haha.” Alex corrects them.

The two stop laughing and look at eachother confused. That’s when Alex strikes.

He spins around and then reaches back, knocking off both of the jocks’ cowboy hats. Then he grabs the top of both of their heads with either hand.

Not wasting a moment, Alex pulls down the head of Cowboy 1 and shoves his face into his big posterior. Alex cocks his right leg and narrows his eyes.

DDDDDDDVVVVVVUUUUUUTTTTTT

After farting in his face, Cowboy 1’s body convulses before going limp. Once Alex releases his hold, Cowboy 1 falls to the ground, unconscious.

Witnessing this Cowboy 2 starts to struggle. Alex is too physically strong; he casually pulls his head down. 

“Oh no, you’re not getting away from this.” Alex declares before wedging his face in between his protruding cakes.

RRRRRRRWWWWWWWOOOOOOBBBBB

Cowboy 2 follows his friend to dreamland after Alex farts in his face as well.

The nerd witnessed all that transpired with wide eyes and a hanging jaw. Once his two bullies are downed he gives Alex a tentative smile. “Thanks for your help.”

“Oh don’t thank me yet. Especially with what I’m about to make you smell.”

I watch as the nerd’s face goes pale; looking more scared than before. All he can do is flatten himself against the wall as Alex takes a few steps backwards. Only a foot of space separates Alex’s dump truck from his next victim.

Alex leans forward, and with both hands, pushes down on his stomach. “Little dude, to put it in words you’ll understand, this fart is about to do critical damage to your sense of smell.” Alex scrunches up his face and grunts.

FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWPPPPPPPP

Alex blasts the poor guy with a 10 second long, wet-sounding fart. The nerd’s face turns red as he starts choking on Alex’s intestinal vapors. After a few seconds his eyes roll into the back of his head, losing consciousness. He slides down the wall, landing on his ass, on the floor, passed out.

Alex flashes me a lopsided grin. He shuffles back, sealing the guy's face in between his bubbly backside and the wall. “I don’t want you to hide behind a technicality that I farted at him and not on him. So I’m gonna make sure to drop this bad boy right on his face.”

PPPPRRRR-UUUUTTTTT

Alex rips two back-to-back, short but loud farts in the unconscious guy’s face.

Although I’m extremely turned on, I frown at Alex. “Come on Alex, the guy was already getting bothered by those two. Did he really deserve that?”

Alex’s grin turns devious as he prowls towards me. I start backing away in alarm. Every step he takes forward I take a step back. This cat and mouse game ends when my back hits the wall. 

Alex stops right in front of me. He turns around and backs his pillowy bum into my lower stomach. Thanks to our height difference he avoids my boner.

“59” BBBBBBPPPPPPPLLLLLLRRRRRR

“60” DDDDDDFFFFFFFHHHHHHMMMMM

“And 61… FGH” RRRRRRVVVVAAAATTTTT

Alex rips a series of beefy farts on me, marking me with his ass gas. It smells of digested meat and onions. 

“Ah, remember this was your idea. This is all on you, quite literally I might add, haha.”

As we continue on Alex’s journey to find more victims, we hear VVVVVRRRRRUUUUUPPPPP coming from a nearby room. We peek inside the open door. 

It's another room with a pool table. There are several guys in the room, but my focus is on the one holding the pool stick. He’s a black, athletic-looking dude. He’s also wearing an identical cop costume to Alex’s, except smaller since Alex is built like a tank.

More importantly, a guy is kneeling behind him, with his face willingly buried in the dude's ass. 

The guy in the police costume has a pretty fat bubble butt. Nothing like Alex’s, but still impressive.

It’s pretty obvious that him farting in the guy's face is what we heard.

The guy pulls his face away from the fake cop's ass, looking like he’s gonna hurl.

The guy in the cop outfit notices us. He shoots Alex a grin and Alex returns one. 

“Hey A-Bomb.” The guy greets.

A-Bomb is a fitting nickname for gassy Alex.

“Hey Boxer.” Alex greets.

Alex leans in and quietly tells me, “He’s nicknamed Boxer because he’s notorious for fart-boxing people.” 

Boxer is obviously part of Delta Phi and a part of this competition. 

“So whatcha doing?” Alex asks.

With a grin, Boxer pulls out a wad of cash. “Anyone who can beat me in a game of pool wins 500 dollars, but if they lose they have to kneel behind me and I get to fart in their face.”

Alex rolls his eyes and scoffs, making Boxer laugh. “Haha, hey I tell everyone I play that I’m undefeated.” He pats the guy, kneeling behind him, on the top of the head. “This guy is number 29.”

I believe him with the room reeking of spoiled milk and a men’s locker-room.

Boxer glances my way. “Who’s that?” He asks.

Alex impishly grins, “This guy volunteered to try and help you losers. Every time I fart on somebody I also have to fart on him as well. It’s to slow me down. Not sure it's working since I’m already at 61.” Alex boasts.

Boxer’s jaw drops.

“Scratch that.” Alex starts as he walks up to the row of four guys debating on who should go against Boxer next. He stops in front of the group and wheels around. He then bends over at the waist, aiming his plump rear end at the guy in the middle. Alex grits his teeth, straining.

BBBBBBBBBVVVVVVVVVPPPPPPPPRRRRRRR

Alex vents out a 12 second long, slow, chainsaw-sounding fart. For the entire duration he sways his ass from side-to-side, spraying each member of the group with an equal amount of his skunky wind.

Alex's four newest victims are immediately coughing and gagging, and I don’t blame them. Alex’s ass stink is vile and overtaking Boxer's.

Boxer looks both annoyed and nauseous. Alex returns a cocky smirk. “Ah four-for-one, make that 65, haha.” He taunts.

“Whatever, I still have more competitors and 500 bucks. This competition isn't over.” Boxer replies defiantly. 

Alex returns to the entrance. It looks like he’s about to walk past me but stops when he's standing right next to me. He hikes up his right leg, swivels his hips, and presses his ass against my side.

MMMMMBBBBBBUUUUUUPPPPPPP

RRRRRRHHHHHHHAAAAABBBBBB

PPPPPPPLLLLLLLLHHHHHTTTTTTT

FFFFFFWWWWWWOOOOORRRRRR

Alex farts on me 4 times to match the four guys he just farted on. My eyes water as I’m enveloped in his eggy fart cloud. 

Alex shoots a condescending grin over his shoulder to Boxer. “Yeah well, good luck with that.” With that Alex leaves and I follow him.

“Damn, this is way too easy, but it’s great having you along, Davey. You’re making this more fun and almost challenging.”

As we’re walking, two guys are coming up from behind us, one talking loudly. “I mean I don’t know why she's so pissed. So what, I let her sister suck me off.”

As we walk, I notice Alex’s pace slowing down, I follow suit. 

We come to a complete stop and the guy who was talking walks right into Alex. He unfortunately finds himself in Alex's blast zone.

“Hey, don't stop in the middle of the road, dumbass!”

Alex doesn’t respond. He closes one eye and bites his bottom lip in concentration. 

After several seconds of silence, Alex sighs in relief and looks to me with an expression of contentment, ignoring the two behind us.

“Ah, there’s nothing better than ripping a deadly sbd.”

The guy's look of irritation transforms into intense repulsion. “Oh fuck that smell! I’m gonna throw up!” He looks like he's moments away from vomiting. 

Alex’s watching him with a shit-eating grin, over his shoulder. “Better hurry, I see an empty bathroom down the hall.” The guy runs off.

Alex's gaze then turns to the friend, who’s covering his mouth and nose with his hand. 

He flashes him a sympathetic smile. “Sorry man, but you're getting a butt bomb to the face.”

Alex quickly reaches back, grabbing the back of the guy's neck. He then abruptly pulls his head down and shoves his face against his ass, before the guy can resist.

PPPPPPLLLLLLLAAAAAABBBBBB

Alex farts in the guy’s face and then releases him. “Ah, enjoy. Hopefully your friend's done with the toilet by now.”

The guy races off, following where his friend went.

Not finished yet, it's my turn to be grabbed by the back of the neck.

"Get on down there, Davey. You know the stipulation, it's your turn."

Next thing I know, my face is being smothered by his blubbery rump, with my nose buried in between his cheeks.

MMMMMMVVVVVVVOOOOOODDDDDD

“Ah, stay right there. You're due another one… GGH”

RRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPTTTTTT

Alex destroys my nose with two skunky farts. All I can smell is rotten eggs and Alex’s signature butt musk.

Once I’m free, I stumble back a bit, overwhelmed by his gas. Alex chuckles as he helps steady me.

“Haha, you okay man?”

I nod, “Yeah, it's just your farts pack a hell of a punch.”

He shoots me a wink accompanied by a lopsided grin. “I ain’t called A-Bomb for nothing.”

We continue on our way. As we pass a door it's flung open. Out steps another guy dressed as a cop. But his shirt is undone, revealing his abs. He must be part of Delta Phi. Behind him, in the bedroom, I see a body or two, still, beneath the sheets.

He smiles. “Hey A-Bomb.”

“Hey Dutch.” Alex then turns to me. “He's called Dutch because his specialty is Dutch ovening people.” 

Alex nods his head towards the bed behind Dutch. “Up to your same tricks?” He teases with a grin.

Dutch shrugs, looking slightly guilty. “Can’t lie, I’ve been gay-baiting guys into bed and trapping them in a Dutch oven.” 

With a cocky grin, Dutch rubs his fingers across his washboard abs. “Thanks to these bad boys I’m up to 23.” 

Alex gives him a pitying smile. “How sweet, well I’m at 67.”

Dutch’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. 

He huffs in irritation. “Man, this is totally unfair. You need to get your digestive system checked because, damn.”

Dutch raises an eyebrow at me. “Oh, he must be your self imposed handicap. Boxer texted me about him.”

He shoots Alex a knowing smirk. “Sure, that’s the only reason you want him around.” Dutch sing-songs as he aggressively humps the air.

In a first, Alex is flustered. 

“Wha-” I try but Alex cuts me off.

“Ignore what he said. He's an idiot.” Alex rushes out.

Dutch snickers, shaking his head, “Man, A-Bomb, you're unbeatable when it comes to farting, but your game is shit.”

I side-eye Alex. Is Dutch hinting at what I think he is? Is Alex gay? I thought he was straight this whole time.

Dutch’s eyes lock on someone passing us. The guy is dressed as the gay superhero, Wiccan.

“Gotta go, I see number 24.” Dutch goes to slip past us but stops when his butt is touching the back of my hand.

"On second thought, he'll be number 25."

PPPFFF

Dutch poots on the back of my hand.

Alex grabs Dutch by the shoulder, stopping him from leaving. "You shouldn't have done that Dutch. Now I'm seeing you as fair game." Alex says, making Dutch's eyes widen with fear.

Before Dutch can do anything, Alex grabs a handful of his hair, and pulls his face down to his ass. "Get down there, Dutch. Brother Booty wants to say hi... HGH"

FFFFFFFVVVVVVLLLLLLDDDDDD

Alex rips a 5 second fart in Dutch's face. When he lets him go, Dutch stumbles away. After a few steps, he's right as rain and heading for the guy dressed as Wiccan.

Awkward silence surrounds us for a few moments. I don't know what comes over me but I blurt out, “I’m gay.”

Alex's shoulders sag in relief, “Yeah, me too.”

I don't know what's wrong with me but I go on to admit, "I also think your farting is hot."

Alex chuckles. "I suspected as much. Usually my constant farting chases away interested guys."

"That has the completely opposite effect on me. " I confess.

Alex cockily grins as he looks from left to right, making sure we are alone. He then grabs my wrist and shoves my hand down the back of his slacks. I nearly choke as my hand feels his meaty orbs.

PPPPPPRRRRRROOOOOTTTTTTT

"Ah, that's for the fart I laid on Dutch."

I have to stifle a moan as I feel his unfiltered fart warm my palm.

"Oh, I almost forgot about our costumes." He comments.

Alex’s grin broadens into a wolfish one. “How about we go find ourselves an empty bedroom. I think it’s time this officer locks up his prisoner in some place big, cramped, and smelly. But first-”

Alex wraps his big arms around me and pulls me in before kissing me. At first I’m shocked but then I lean into it. I feel his tongue licking the seam of my lips, I open , letting him taste me. I never knew a kiss could feel so intense. It alone nearly has me creaming myself. We’re both breathing heavily when we finally pull away.

Alex takes my hand and starts marching us down the hall. "Let’s go. My prison cell of an ass has got your name on it.” He growls, making my hard-on throb.

On the third attempt, we find an unlocked and vacant bedroom. He drags me inside. After closing the door, Alex herds me towards the bed and makes me sit on the edge with him standing in between my spread legs.

He gazes down at me with cocky, frat-boy energy. “So you like my farts. Well then you’re gonna love this shit.” Alex slowly turns around, presenting his huge bubble butt right in my face. His pumpkin-sized globes look like they're stretching the stitching of his blue slacks to their limit. The seam of his pants is wedged deep in his crack, no longer visible.

Alex bends at the knees and arches his back, sticking his ass out and bringing it within inches of my face. 

BBBBBBRRRRRRRRHHHHHHPPPPPP

“Ah, Davey, you remember Officer Booty right?” FART “If farts are what you want, then he’s your man.” FART “He’s the most decorated and smelliest officer in our precinct.” FART “Don’t believe me?” FART “Then take a smell of this action… NGH” FFFAAARRRTTT

I breathe in heavily as Alex pelts my face with a string of strong farts. They’re so strong that each blast blows back my hair. His noxious wind is as nauseating as it is arousing.

“I don’t think you’re really appreciating Officer Booty’s talents. I want you to really get your nose in there.” Alex snarls as he reaches behind, grabbing the back of my head, and shoving my face into his big bum. My face is once again being smothered by his pillowy cheeks with my nose lodged in his hot and musky crack.

I feel Alex’s ample glutes flex and then relax. 

RRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP

He rips a massive 15 second fart pointblank up my nose. The stench of rotten eggs and raw sewage singes my nose hairs. It has me seeing stars.

Alex lets go of my head and pushes me back, making me lie on the bed. Not wasting a moment, he climbs on top of me, straddling my chest backwards. 

He peers down at me, over his shoulder, with a sexy little smirk. “Time to lock you up in Officer Booty’s personal cell, prisoner.”

With that he undoes his pants and pulls them down to the middle of his thighs. He struggles getting them past his massively protruding butt-slabs.

Once they're below his ass, Alex’s fleshy moons spill out and bounce freely into the open. His brawny globes are slightly damp with sweat and sprinkled with blonde hair.

Alex reaches back with both hands and spreads his cheeks, revealing his winking cornhole surrounded by a patch of curly, blonde butt hairs.

“It’s time for you to serve your time. In you go, prisoner.” 

Alex drops his ass down, sitting on my face. My face is swallowed up by his seemingly bottomless trench. His doughy cakes flow over the sides of my face, making contact with the bed, completely entombing my entire head in a prison made of his ass.

Alex starts rolling his hips, wiping his grimy pucker all over my face. He doesn't stop until my lips are pressed against his ass lips. 

“Open wide, Davey! You’re gonna be jerking off to this jail-time for years to come.”

I go further. I part my lips and start tonguing his hole. Alex makes a noise of surprise and…

MMMMMMMBBBBBBDDDDDDPPPPPPP

Alex launches an eggy butt bomb that echoes down my gullet, making me taste it.

Alex shifts around on top of my face, doing something. I then start feeling his cheeks clamping around my face, rhythmically, and him bouncing up and down. It takes me a second to realize that he’s jerking off. I continue to rim him.

“Fuck yeah, eat my shitty hole.” RRRWWWPPP “Show Officer Booty the respect he deserves.” BBBLLLDDD “Damn, your slutty tongue feels good.” VVVOOOTTT “I’m gonna have fun ruining your taste buds.” FFFMMMRRR

Alex pauses his flatulent assault to bear his ass down harder on my face. I hear an ominous gurgling emitting from his gut.

“Here it comes, Davey. You’re reckoning. Officer Booty reporting for duty… UGH”

FFFFFFFFLLLLLLLWWWWWWWOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP

Alex pushes out a 20 second hurricane of ass wind into my open mouth. My cheeks expand with his toxic fumes. The acrid taste of his ass gas coats my tongue. And my lungs inflate with the stench of digested meat and methane. 

Still jerking off, Alex blows his load. I’m right behind him, creaming my boxers.

Alex rolls off of my face, and lies next to me on the bed. We’re both breathing hard and all sweaty.

“That was amazing.” Alex declares, still huffing.

“Yeah it was.” I agree.

I decide to address the elephant in the room. “So what happens next?”

He turns to me, I see vulnerability in his eyes. “I don’t know. What do you want to happen?”

I gnaw on my bottom lip for a few seconds. “I wouldn’t mind if this led to something more. Maybe we could exchange numbers and go out sometime? If you’re interested?”

Alex is grinning like the cat who swallowed the canary. “That sounds great.” He says before initiating another heated make-out session.

“Hmm, you know this doesn’t have to be over just yet.” Alex starts. He then grabs my hand and presses my palm against his stomach. I can feel his gut bubbly furiously. 

He flashes me a cheeky grin. “I’m brewing up a big one. Do you want A-Bomb to nuke your face?”

“Fuck yes.” I desperately cry.

Alex's grin grows as he climbs off the bed. I sit up, at the end of the bed. 

Reenacting earlier, Alex stands in between my legs. He then turns around, filling my vision with his bare moons. 

I wait and wait, but nothing happens. I look up to find Alex looking back down at me, over his shoulder, with an impish grin. 

“Beg me! Beg me to fart!” He commands.

I grab the sides of his meaty globes. “Please A-Bomb, destroy my face.” I beg.

With one hand he spreads his cheeks, and with the other, he grabs the top of my head. He unceremoniously plugs my face in between his basketball-sized mounds. 

"If you want A-Bomb to nuke your face, then that's what you're gonna get. Don't come crying to me if this burns your nose off... UGH"

The current bane of my existence is Joshua Holt, who lives in the apartment right across the hall from me. Normally, with me being a gay man, I shouldn’t have a problem with a tall, tan, and muscular fireman who has an ass so fat that it should have its own zip code. However, a few months ago, a new tenant moved into the apartment next to mine. He’s a cute young twink named Daniel. And me and Joshua are both gunning for him. 

The two of us have been flirting with Gavin for weeks and he’s receptive to both of our advances. But when Gavin’s not around me and Joshua antagonize one another. 

We both insult and prank one another, but Joshua has one up on me. He’s a gassy guy who farts a lot. So he’s constantly farting on me. It’s humiliating and disgusting.

It’s about 6 when I return home. Joshua and Gavin are both exiting their respective apartments, carrying garbage bags.

“Oh, here Gavin, let me toss your garbage since I'm about to do the same.” Joshua offers. 

Gavin awards him a dazzling smile as he hands over his trash. “Wow, thanks Joshua. I hope it isn’t too much.”

Joshua shoots him a cocky grin as he raises his arm, holding Gavin’s garbage bag, flexing his bicep. “Nah, maybe if these bags had an extra 100 pounds in each, it might give my big muscles a slight challenge.” Joshua brags, making Gavin blush.

Joshua brings up and flexes his bicep in front of Gavin’s face. “Come on Gavin, cop a feel. I know you wanna.” Joshua teases as he waggles his eyebrows.

Gavin giggles as he feels Joshua’s hard muscle. 

I intervene, refusing to lose.

I step forward, “Oh hey, Gavin.” and with far less enthusiasm, I add, “Hey Joshua.” 

I’m holding two drinks from Starbucks, I offer one to Gavin. “Here Gavin, since I stopped at Starbucks, I got your favorite.” 

Gavin rewards me with a dimpled smile. “Wow, thanks so much, Ken. I needed this after my day.” 

I wink at him, “Always happy to enable someone’s caffeine addiction.” I joke, making Gavin giggle adorably.

As we speak, Joshua walks off while shooting me a withering glare. I suppress my glee. 

Joshua returns after Gavin goes into his apartment.

“Did you enjoy your trip to the dumpster, Joshua? I’m sure you felt at home with you being trash and all.” I insult him.

To be a prick, I add, “Oh, by the way, while you were gone, Gavin and I decided to see an old black and white movie they’re playing tomorrow night.”

Joshua bares his teeth in anger. But after a few moments, he plasters on a vindictive smile. 

“Oh I know what this is. You’re jealous.” Joshua starts. As he walks up to me he lifts the hem of his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs. “Well if you wanna grope my muscles, like Gavin, then all you had to do was ask.”

Standing right in front of me, Joshua grabs my hand and spins around. He then places my hand on his warm, bare, ripped stomach. Then traps it there by placing his bigger hand on mine. He then makes both our hands press down on his stomach. He’s a bit taller than me, so his fat cakes, confined in a pair of jeans, are aligned with my lower stomach. 

BBBBBBWWWWWWWHHHHHHPPPPPPP

Joshua blasts me with a 5 second fart that stinks of rotten eggs and spices. I cough on the sickening stench. Since we both have started going after Gavin, Joshua must've farted on me at least 300 times. I can never get used to the smell.

Joshua looks back at me, over his shoulder, grinning like a loon. “Oh what’s that? You want another feel of my abs? Sure buddy, Big J has got you covered.” With that he presses our hands down on his stomach again.

PPPPPPPVVVVVVUUUUUUUBBBBBB

Joshua farts on me again and it smells as bad as the last one. He lets go of my hand before heading to his apartment, leaving me coughing and gagging in his noxious fart cloud.

Before disappearing inside, a grinning Joshua flexes his bicep and sticks his tongue out at me.

I groan before retreating into my apartment. I lost this battle, I will not lose the war.

Around the same time, the next night, I’m in my apartment, getting ready for my movie with Gavin. He’ll be meeting up with me at the theater after he's done having a drink with his co-workers.  

Once I’m ready, I open my front door. I'm shocked to find Joshua standing there, dressed nicely in a pair of black dress pants, and a blue button-up shirt. 

“Shit.” I hiss, trying to slam the door on him. Joshua’s big hand stops me. Unable to do anything, I watch as Joshua’s bulbous moons, confined in his tight-fitting slacks, partially squeeze through the gap of my door.  

“Hey Ken, you’ve got a visitor. My ass wants to talk; listen up.”

RRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBB

Joshua launches a 6 second fart. He reaches a hand inside and starts wafting his ass gas in my direction. 

I stumble back as I’m hit with the stench of digested meat and onions. I glare at Joshua with anger and a twinge of fear as he strolls into my place, slamming the door shut behind him.

Joshua, the big fucker, moves fast. Before I know it, his big mitts are on my shoulders and he's shoving me onto my knees with my back against the wall. Joshua squats and wheels around, lording his thick rump right in my face.

Joshua thrusts his hips back, trapping my head in between his ass and the wall. His doughy mounds mold and warp around my face, smothering me. All I can breathe in is his stale fart vapors and his ass musk.

Joshua teases, “Now you two have fun back there. I’ve gotta give Gavin a call.” He ends with…

RRRRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVVVVMMMMMMMTTTTTTTTTT

My coughing is muffled by his meaty orbs dominating my face. I soon hear Joshua talking with Gavin on his phone.

“Hey Gavin.” PPPBBBTTT “Hmm?” MMMHHHFFF “Oh that's just a few loud ducks fighting over food behind me.” RRRTTTBBB “Anyway, I called to let you know that Ken won’t be able to make it to the movies.” FFFBBBPPP “Yeah, I went to see him and apparently there's some kind of gas leak in his place.” BBBWWWDDD “No worries, it isn’t too dangerous.” MMMPPPTTT “He asked if I could replace him in going to the movies with you. Are you cool with that?” DDDVVVBBB  “Awesome, I’ll see you in a bit.” VVVRRRFFF “Whoa, I’m gonna let you go Gavin. The biggest duck I’ve ever seen just landed behind me.” BBBBMMMM-WWWWPPPP-OOOORRRR

I gasp for air as Joshua pulls his enormous bum away from my face, but only by a foot.

“Did you hear that, Ken? Looks like I’ve got to get to the movies. And you’ve gotta get to dreamland. Nighty-night Ken, my booty will tell you all about our date, tomorrow.” 

With that, Joshua reaches back with both hands, and spreads his cheeks through his slacks.

It doesn’t make a sound, but I feel his silent stream of gas warming up my face. The stench of sulfur mixed with raw sewage is too much for me; I pass out.

I come to, a few hours later. My phone dinging from receiving a text wakes me up. It’s from Gavin. It’s a pic of him and Joshua in front of the theater with Joshua’s big arm wrapped around Gavin’s shoulders. 

“Big, gassy bastard.” I grouse as I head to bed. A plan for revenge is starting to formulate. 

A few days later, I see Gavin and Joshua having a nice conversation in front of our apartment building as I return home.

I hear Joshua reply. “Yeah, I remember you telling me you’re a vegan. It’s a coincidence that I’ve been cutting all meat out of my diet.”

I inwardly grin, this is the moment I've been waiting for. Driving to that restaurant and taking that picture was worth it.

“Hey guys.” I greet them with a smile. Gavin returns a smile and Joshua shoots me a superior grin, behind Gavin’s back.

I look at Joshua questioningly, “You know it’s funny you say that Joshua after you won the Meatpocalypse challenge at Pa’s Barbecue Shack a few days ago.” I pull out my phone and show them his victory picture. It’s of Joshua smiling, his face covered in barbecue sauce, and a ton of cleaned rib bones piled in front of him.”

Joshua’s blushing with embarrassment and Gavin looks a bit queasy. 

“Hey Gavin, I’d love to take you to this vegan restaurant downtown. I’ve heard nothing but great things about it.” I offer as I slide my phone back into my pocket.

Gavin’s eyes light up. “That’s actually my favorite place! I’d love to join you.” He exclaims. 

I flash Joshua a covert, victorious grin. Joshua’s glaring daggers back at me. 

For the next couple of days I keep out of Joshua's sight. I know he's pissed. I’ve resorted to leaving an hour earlier for work. 

It’s six in the morning when I'm slipping into the elevator, heading down to the ground floor. Just as the door starts to close, a large, familiar hand pops out, causing the door to slide back open. In steps Joshua. 

I’m frozen like a deer in headlights by Joshua’s wolfish, foreboding grin.

As the door closes, Joshua suddenly grips the both of my wrists in one of his big mitts. He then tosses a leg over my arms, turning his back to me in the process. With a pull, he makes me fall to my knees and my face slam into his pillowy backside.

Joshua reaches behind, with his free hand, and cups the back of my head, keeping my face buried in his blubbery rump. My cries are muffled by his mounds of ass fat.

I sense us starting to descend. “This elevator isn't the only thing going down after the stunt you pulled, Ken.” Joshua darkly promises.

I feel his glutes flex and then relax.

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRROOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTT

MMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFF

“Oh yeah, I’ve been eating barbecue all week. Chew on some just desserts… NGH”

RRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVLLLLLLLLBBBBBBBB

DDDDDDDDDFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTT

“Yum, how do those recycled baked beans taste, bud… GGH”

PPPPPPPPPWWWWWWWWFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRR

FFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMMVVVVVVVVVPPPPPPPPP

“Hope you’re still hungry because here comes a big, steaming plate of sweet revenge”… HGH”

BBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTT-VVVVVVVVVVVPPPPPPPPP-MMMMMMMMMMMMDDDDDDDDDDD-OOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFF

Joshua unleashes a gassy assault on my face. He finishes with a chain of beefy farts. The smell of digested meat and cabbage singes my nose hairs.

When we reach the ground floor, Joshua releases me. Already on my knees, I fall onto my hands and start dry-heaving.

“Ah, barbecue for breakfast. Isn’t my booty gracious? Haha.” Joshua taunts as he goes to leave.

“I’ll get you back for this.” I promise through my wheezing.

Joshua pauses before bending his knees and extending his titanic backside into my face.

MMMMMMFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPP

Turning my head doesn't prevent me from getting a noseful of Joshua’s noxious ass wind. 

“Not a problem. This big fella will be ready and waiting for ya.” He quips before leaving.

It takes me a few to collect myself; I’ll be nurturing my wounded pride for the rest of the day. This was another win for Joshua.

A few days later, after exiting the elevator, I see Joshua in front of his door with Gavin. Gavin steps away with a relieved smile. 

Just before disappearing into his apartment, Gavin says, “Cool, if you don’t need any help then I’ll see you later, Josh.”

As I walk closer, I see that Joshua’s in pretty bad shape. His right arm is in a sling, and his left arm and face are littered with bandages. He must’ve been injured on the job.

What’s worse is that he’s handling a bag of groceries while trying to unlock his door with one arm. Unsuccessfully I might add. 

I have to confess that I'm irked by Gavin. He should’ve helped Joshua.

When I reach my door, Joshua's still trying to get his door open. 

I roll my eyes and mutter, “For goodness sake.”

I march over to Joshua, grab his keys, and unlock the door.

“Hey!” He indignantly cries.

Ignoring him, I take his groceries and then impatiently gesture for him to go inside.

“I don’t need your help.” Joshua hisses.

I scoff, “Yeah, a wooden door wasn't just kicking your ass.” I reply, dryly.

Joshua narrows his eyes. “Oh you wanna help? Then help yourself to this.” He then twists his hips, pressing his bubble butt against my side.

PPPPWWWWW-FFFFFFTTTTTT

Joshua rips two consecutive, airy poots on me. Normally, his eggy vapors would chase me off, but not this time. He needs assistance and is too prideful to ask for it.

I retaliate. I give a bandaged part of his left arm a little pinch making him whimper. I walk inside, head to his kitchen, and start putting away his groceries. Joshua huffs as he follows me inside. He slowly leans against the nearby counter, watching me work. 

I get annoyed as I go through his groceries. There are no pre-made meals. Is he going to try and cook in his condition?

I shake my head as I pull out a big pan and start the oven. 

“What are you doing?” he asks, suspiciously. 

“Making enough food to last you for several days.” I inform him.

“There’s no need.” Joshua growls through clenched teeth.

“Yeah, I’m sure a guy who can’t use his dominant hand, and is high on pain medication will do great in a kitchen. You're supposed to be a fireman, right?” I snark back.

This angers Joshua even more. “Listen here: I don’t need your help! So just leave and take this with you.” He wheels around and leans forward, pointing his butt at me.

PPPPPBBBBBFFFFFTTTTTT

Joshua blasts me with a 4 second fart that reeks of rotten eggs. The smell is awful but I don’t give him a reaction. I get to work, cooking.

“Go take a shower and then relax on the couch. Dinner will be ready in an hour.” I order.

After a minute or two of defiantly standing in place, Joshua decides to do as I said. But not before hobbling up to me, hiking up his leg, and farting on my back.

5 minutes later, I hear a groan come from the bathroom. There’s nothing I need to attend to at the moment so I go check on Joshua.

I knock on the bathroom door, “Joshua, you okay in there?” 

I get scared when he doesn’t answer after a few seconds. Finally, I hear him softly admit, “I can’t get out of my clothes. I need help.”

I open the door and step inside. He’s standing in the middle of the bathroom, looking down at the floor; still wearing his gray sweats and black t-shirt. 

I first help him with his shirt. Then I get on my knees, behind him, to help him out of his sweats and boxers. This has me face-to-face with his bare, fleshy melons. I notice his left hand curl into a fist, and his glutes flex, signaling that he’s about to fart. 

“Fart and I'll give you a wedgie so bad that you’ll be tasting your underwear.” I warn.

This immediately deters him.

“Do you need any help washing?” I ask. He shakes his head so I leave him to it, and head back into the kitchen.

30 minutes later he emerges, wearing a white muscle shirt and silver basketball shorts, taking a seat on the couch. 

Once the food is done, I plate two helpings and join Joshua on the couch.

I hand him his plate and take a seat on the other end of the couch. I’m impressed, he's using his non-dominant hand to eat.

“So what do you want to watch?” I ask.

He shrugs. 

I’m not used to dealing with a Joshua who lacks his usual overconfidence. I decide to severely dial down my confrontational side.

“I know they're old but I love to watch 'Seinfeld' and 'Friends'.” That's a complete lie but I remember overhearing Joshua telling Gavin that ‘Friends’ is one of his favorite shows.

Joshua smiles softly. “‘Friends’ is one of my favorite shows, actually.” He admits.

I nod before picking up the remote and putting on ‘Friends’.

Watching this show as we eat and talk is ironic since this is the first time we've been friendly towards each other.

“You know I used to work as a busboy in a Michelin star restaurant when I was younger and lived in California. So many celebrities would eat there. And you wanna know something?” Joshua starts.

“What?” I ask.

With a cheeky grin he points at the guy who plays Ross, on the screen, “I farted on him once.”

“Shut up” I fire back, laughing.

I grin and he nods his head. “It’s true, I farted on the back of his head while I was bussing a table behind him. It was silent but he sure as hell smelt it. He was being a complete monster to my waitress friend so I had to drop a butt bomb on the fuck-face. Man, I can’t even count the number of celebrities I’ve farted on while working there because they were being dicks.” He explains, cracking us both up.

“Haha, okay-okay, who’s the biggest celebrity you've farted on?” I ask, excitedly.

Joshua thinks on it for a moment. “Oh, George Clooney. He called my waiter friend an incompetent dumb-ass so I was going to let him have it. The gods were on my side because while walking past his table, he dropped something on the floor and bent down to pick it up. With a slight shift of my hips, I blasted him in the face with an sbd, and then made myself scarce. I could hear him throwing a fit, complaining that he's never smelt anything so horrible.”

I give him a round of applause. “Freaking awesome man.” I praise him.

He gives a mock bow. “Just doing what I do best. Everyone I worked with knew to come to me if they wanted some revenge.” 

“Wow, I’m honored. The same butt that farted in my face also farted in George Clooney’s.” I joke, making Joshua laugh. He then winces in pain.

“Where’s your meds?” I ask. I retrieve them after Joshua tells me where they are. I then assist him to bed.

As I go to leave Joshua groggily says, “Thanks” before quickly falling asleep.

The next day, I stop by before heading to work, seeing if Joshua needs anything. He doesn’t.

I stop by again after work. Some of his friends are coming to pick him up. He’s gotten fully dressed but needs help getting on his shoes. He sits on the couch and I kneel down, slipping them on. 

As I’m tying them, he slides forward, sitting on the edge of his seat, hovering his taint right in my face. Before I can react…

BBBBWWWWMMMMPPPP

Joshua blasts me in the face with an eggy fart. I make a noise of disgust, causing Joshua to laugh.

“Ah, that’s my butt thanking you for all the help, haha.” He teases.

Normally, when Joshua farts on me it’s vindictive and malicious. This is different, more like friends joking around.

I chuckle, giving his knee a soft slap. 

As I keep attending to him over the next few weeks, our friendship steadily grows. And Joshua’s also farting on me far more than when we were rivals.

Everytime I’m helping him with his shoes, and my face is in the blast zone, he makes sure to fart.

Whenever I kneel down to retrieve something, and Joshua’s nearby, as quickly as he can, he’ll sneak over and fart on the back of my head.

When I’m sitting down and Joshua has to walk past me, at the last moment, he thrusts his hips back, and farts in my face. It gets me everytime.

He just sent me a video of him farting on my food while I was in the bathroom. It's both gross and hilarious. 

I text him back.

Me: ASSHOLE! That'll never happen again

Joshua: We’ll see, and do you think that’s the first time I've farted on your food? LOL

Joshua follows that up with another video that has me choking on my own spit. It’s of his bare, fuzzy, bubbly ass. Ptwtwtwtwwtwww

He pushes out a high-pitched, squeaky poot. Beneath it reads: Yum-Yum.

What the fuck! I’m hard. Oh no! Am I catching feelings for Joshua? Am I turned on by his…?

I do the most human thing. Ignore my dilemma and hope it goes away.

After several weeks, Joshua’s healed up and back to working at the firestation. With me no longer needed to look after him, I’m scared that things will return to the way they were. I haven't seen him in a couple of days and I’m too nervous to call him.

Fate steps in when I bump into Joshua in the elevator. We’re both returning home after work. He’s looking real hot in blue jeans and a white muscle shirt.

 As we start ascending, I ask, “Would you-”

At the same time he asks, “So, I-”

We both laugh at us trying to speak. I indicate for him to go first.

“So, I was wondering, if you'd like to get a beer with me this weekend?” Joshua asks. 

I can’t keep the smile off my face. “I’d really like that.”

I’m not entirely sure this is a date, but It’s better than nothing.

As we exit the elevator, we see a figure standing in front of my door. It’s Gavin. 

If I’m being honest, I haven’t thought much of Gavin over the past month. I’ve said ‘Hi’ while passing but that is it. I still think he’s cute but my attraction has migrated to Joshua.

When we near him, Gavin smiles at Joshua, “Hi Joshua.” Joshua returns the greeting.

When Gavin looks at me, his smile grows and he looks a bit nervous. “Hi Ken, I was wondering if you’d like to go out on a date this Friday?” Gavin asks, completely catching me off guard. I’ve been fighting for this for months, but not anymore.

I’m so stunned that I don’t know what to say. I remain silent for nearly a minute.

Suddenly, Joshua gives me a pat on the back, gaining my attention. I see a sad smile on his face. Before I can say anything, he disappears into his apartment. 

The sound of his door closing knocks me out of my stupor. I look back at Gavin. “I’m sorry Gavin but no. There’s someone else.” I confess.

“Oh, I understand. I guess I’ll talk to you later.” Gavin braves a smile before fleeing into his apartment.

I pay him no mind, I have something more important to deal with. I go over and knock on Joshua’s door. When he opens the door, he has a sour expression and rolls his eyes. 

“Don’t tell me you came to gloat, Ken.” Joshua says, bitterly.

I barge past him, into his apartment. “Hey” He barks at me.

I turn to him and shake my head. “No. We’re not going back to being hostile to each other.” I state.

“Secondly, I turned Gavin down.” I tell him.

Joshua brow furrows. “What? Why? We’ve been competing for him for so long.”

I nervously lick my lips. Here I go. “Well, over the past couple of weeks, I’ve developed a huge crush on somebody else. And that person may be in this room.” I elude.

After a second or two, Joshua’s eyebrows nearly shoot up into his hairline. He points at himself. “Me? You’re into me?” He adorably squeaks out, making me chortle.

“Heh, yes you. I really enjoyed our time together. And sure, Gavin’s cute but you're fucking hot.”

And just like that, cocky Joshua returns. He arrogantly bounces his pecs. I can’t deny that his jockish act is a turn on.

With a smug grin, he swaggers up to me and wraps his big arms around me, pulling my body flush against his bigger, ripped body. With a roll of his hips, I shutter feeling his monstrous hard-on grinding against me.

Joshua presses his forehead against mine and says, “I’ve caught feelings for you too Ken. I’m sorry for being crass but I’ve wanted to plow your sexy ass for the longest. I just never thought I'd have a chance with the shit I’ve done to you.” He rumbles, his warm, minty breath, fanning over my face. 

As Joshua talks, he’s continually rolling his hips, grinding our crotches together. It's hard to take in his words “W-what do you mean? What shit are you talking about?” I ask.

Joshua pauses our impromptu frotting session. “You know, how I’ve been farting on you so much.”

In saying that, I can’t stop myself from humping my bulge into his, with a choked whimper.

Joshua pulls back his face, looking at me in surprise. After a few moments, an impish grin stretches across his face. He leans in and I feel his nose grazing up the column of my neck until his lips reach my earlobe. He gives my lobe a little nip, making me moan and giving me goosebumps.

Joshua sultrily whispers in my ear, “Are you holding out on me, Ken? Do you want me to fart on you?”

I involuntarily hump him again, answering his question.

“Oh, good to know.” Joshua turns around and backs his ample rump into my crotch. He reaches back, grabbing my hips so I can’t move away. He looks back at me, over his shoulder, and then closes one eye and grunts. 

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWPPPPPPPP

Joshua rips a 6 second fart on my hard-on. My head falls into the crook of his neck and I moan.

“Ah, haha, that felt good. Hold strong, Ken. Things are about to get real smelly.”

Joshua shoves me back. The back of my knees hit his couch, making me fall onto the seat. Joshua takes a few steps backwards, bringing his bulbous, jean-clad posterior, right up to my face. All while devilishly smirking at me, over his shoulder.

He then reaches behind, cupping the back of my head. “See you on the other side. In you go, buddy.” Joshua says before burying my face in his warm, doughy cakes. His malleable orbs of ass meat warp around my face, completely smothering me.

FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTT

“Ah fuck yeah! That’s what I’m talking about.” FART “Damn, it’s been years since I’ve been with a fart-sniffer, like you” FART “I only had one other” FART “He was my boyfriend during my freshman year of college” FART “It was awesome; he was addicted to my ass gas” FART “He couldn’t get enough” FART “And the best thing was that he’d never complain about my constant farting like all my other boyfriends” FART “And I’ll bet you’ll be the same way” FART “You’ll never want me to hold back my gas; you’ll want me to always let it fly” FART “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it… FGH” FFFFFFAAAAAARRRRRRTTTTTT

Joshua bombards my face with a barrage of eggy butt bombs. They have me coughing and my eyes watering, and I love it. 

I gasp for air when Joshua pulls me out of his pillowy bum. I look up and find him looking down at me, over his shoulder, with a raised eyebrow and trickster's grin. “I think we should make our first kiss a memorable one, don’t you?”

Joshua undoes his jeans and starts pulling them and his boxers down. I breathe a little faster as Joshua’s titanic, bare, fleshy moons, pour out into the open and wobble in front of my face. 

He uses his left hand to spread open his crack, revealing his sweaty, fur-surrounded, winking pucker.

I start as I feel his other hand cupping the back of my head and pulling my face in. Out of instinct I try to struggle, making Joshua snicker. “Nu-uh, you ain’t getting away from this. Bring it on in, lover-boy, my booty hole wants a kiss.”

Joshua plunges my face deep into his cavernous crack. His massive, fleshy boulders surround and imprison my entire head from the outside world. He flexes his glutes, trapping me, ensuring I can’t escape. 

“Word to the wise, Ken. My booty's a romantic. He loves a lot of tongue in his kisses. Best to not make him angry… GGH”

RRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFWWWWWWTTTTTTTT

Joshua vents a fart into my open mouth, inflating my cheeks with his noxious ass wind. I can taste his vile fumes on my tongue.

Taking his advice, I stick out my tongue and lick his sweaty cornhole. It flutters open and fires a poot onto my tongue. I feel Joshua’s body quiver.

“Oh fuck yeah! That’s what I’m talking about. Make out with my nasty hole… HGH”

FFFFFFFWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP

“Fuck yeah you dirty bitch! Eat my ass! Eat my rank farts… FGH”

RRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFF

“Is this what you wanted, Ken? I hope so because I’ll be feeding your face into my fat, gassy ass-”

“Every”

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLMMMMMMM

“Fucking”

MMMMMMMMMMWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOPPPPPPPP

“Day… NGH”

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFF

Joshua’s words and flatulent storm are too much and I can’t stop myself from spewing. Wanting to pleasure him as well, I continue to eat him out, using every trick I have in my playbook. Joshua’s butt cheeks clamp harder down on my face as his body starts to sporadically jerk as he shoots along with me.

Joshua spreads his globes granting my head freedom. I feel his ass sweat trickling down my face as the cool air hits me, but I don’t care. I slump down onto the couch breathing hard. Joshua plops down next to me, also exhausted.

After basking in comfortable silence, Joshua manhandles me, making it so we’re lying down on his couch with him big spooning me. This is nice.

“I hope my new kink isn’t too weird for you.” I say.

Joshua chuckles. “Haha, are you kidding? This is great! Everytime I screw up or wind up in the doghouse, all I gotta do is tackle you to the floor, sit on your face, and fart and I’ll be forgiven."

I laugh and playfully elbow him in the stomach, “You’re such a dick.”

“Oh yeah? Then take this!” I then hear PPHHOOOBBBTT.

Joshua suddenly covers my nose and mouth with his cupped hand. The stench of his raunchy fart has me boning up again.

1 Year Later

I’m sitting in a bar, waiting for my boyfriend. We’re going to have a beer here before going on our date. 

I pull out my phone, about to text him when someone sits in the stool next to me. I look up to see a decently handsome guy, giving me a flirtatious smile. 

“Hey sexy. Can I buy you a drink?” 

“Sorry, I'm with someone.” I politely decline.

I glare at him when he has the audacity to place a hand on my lower back, just above my ass. 

“Come on, baby. He doesn’t need to know. Besides, I know your ass will love me.” He says with a smarmy grin that disgusts me.

Someone steps in between us, knocking his hand off of me. It’s my boyfriend, Joshua, and he doesn’t look pleased.

“Before his, let’s see if my ass will even like you.” Joshua twists his hips and farts in the prick's face.

BBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPWWWWRRRRRR

The area around us is quickly enveloped in a cloud of Joshua’s rancid fumes.

I glance around, noticing everyone in the bar is watching. Their expressions range from humor to shock, and a few looking repulsed. 

Speaking of repulsed, the guy Joshua farted on, looks like he’s gonna be sick.

“Hmm? Sad to say but my ass is underwhelmed. Your face barely works as a decent fart-filter. Which reminds me: in you go.” Joshua grabs the guy by the back of his hair and pulls his face into his big ass, burying his nose in between his meaty cheeks.

Joshua narrows his eyes and strains out, “Remember this stink whenever you even think about touching what's mine… GGH”

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Joshua rips a thunderous, 10 second fart in the jerk's face. It’s a loud one that drowns out the going on conversations and music playing. And the smell is brutal. I can tell this is one of Joshua’s nastier butt bombs. 

After grinding his ass against the man’s face, Joshua lets him go and he falls to the floor, unconscious.

Unsurprisingly, we’re kicked out of the bar after that. 

“Well thanks for getting us kicked out and banned from another bar.” I snark, slightly annoyed.

My boyfriend unfairly knows exactly what to do to get back in my good graces.

“I’m sorry babe, well to be more precise my booty is sorry. Here, he wants to apologize to you face-to-face.” Joshua then grabs the back of my head, pulls my face down, and smothers my face into his doughy cakes.

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Joshua vents a 7 second fart, right up my nose that reeks of raw sewage.

Joshua straightens me back up, beaming at me with a cheeky, lopsided grin. I’m blushing and aroused.

“Just promise not to get us kicked out of any more places.” I mutter, slightly embarrassed.

“I promise. Your boyfriend’s booty on the other hand…”

Looking me right in the eyes, Joshua extends his fat ass out, behind us. What he unleashes can be heard throughout the entire city.

Commission from Toulensister

It’s been ten years since I've talked to, let alone seen, my step-brother. 

Unlike my mom, who forgave Dean after a few years, I’m happy keeping that monster completely cut out of my life. My only regret is how it pains our parents, and how they have to celebrate the big holidays twice, with both of us, separately.

It took years to heal from the trauma he put me through. I’d like to say that I’m past what he did to me, but that’d be a lie because of one thing. During the last few months, before the truth was revealed, I developed a farting kink, and it still remains today. However, I never got any pleasure from the torture my evil step-brother put me through. All that was still a horrible nightmare.

I don’t know why but for the past month my mom’s been wanting me to mend my relationship with Dean. Saying things like, ‘Oh sweetie, Dean really wants to meet up with you and apologize’ or ‘He was so happy to hear about your promotion. He desperately wants to celebrate it with you’ or what she told me last, ‘Dean was so angry when he heard that you found your boyfriend cheating on you. He looked like he wanted to punch somebody.’ 

Mom’s relentlessness finally pays off and that’s how I find myself sitting with Dean in his living-room.

He’s taller and more muscular than he was ten years ago, but what’s making me feel uncomfortable is his expression. He’s looking at me with unmasked wonder and joy, like I'm some sort of religious figure.

We’ve been sitting here, in awkward silence, for several minutes. Finally, he says, “It’s good to see you Ian. I missed you.”

I don't believe a word of it. “What do you want, Dean? Why’d you beg my mom for me to come see you?” I ask bluntly.

Dean's face falls. “I wanted to see you. I wanted to apologize to you in person for all the terrible shit I did to you. Fuck Ian, I’m so fucking sorry.” Dean’s eyes start to become watery.

Still not buying it, I take a calming breath and ask a question I’ve wanted to know the answer to for years. “Why? Why did you put me through all of that?”

My question pains him. “I-I have no real answer. I was a piece of shit who thought you deserved it and was beneath me. I-I didn’t see you as a real person. But during wrestling practice, when we all heard a commotion outside the gym and went to check, I saw you lying there in a pool of your own blood. At that second I realized how awful and terrible I’ve been to you.” After saying this, he puts his face in his hands and his body starts shaking. He’s crying. 

I can't tell if this is a trick. When he looks up at me again, tears are streaming down his face. “Ian, I’m so sorry. I know you probably don't believe me and think I’m evil, but I'm truly sorry. I know I don’t deserve it, but maybe one day you can forgive me. I'd love to have a true brotherly bond with you one day.”

Fuck, he's being honest. Maybe it’s time. Time I start working through all the hate I harbor towards him.

“Thank you for that apology, Dean. That means more to me than you’ll ever know. I'm not ready now, but maybe sometime in the future, I'll be able to forgive you.” I tell him, being honest.

My words hurt him, but give him hope. “This was a good start but I think we’re done for today.” I say, ending this.

I’m about to stand when Dean stops me. “No, wait please. I-I know it’ll take a long time before you forgive me, but I wanna start making it up to you, today.”

I frown at that, “What do you mean?”

Dean looks unbelievably nervous, “Do you remember when our parents bought you a new laptop and gave me your old one? Well you forgot to wipe your internet history. I saw some of the gay fart porn you watched.”

I go pale at this revelation.

Dean stands, walks up, and towers over me. He’s in gray sweats and a white wife-beater. 

“If you want, Ian, I can fart on you now. Stay for the day and I'll rip some major ass on you. My farts are bigger and smellier than when I was a teen. But this time, it's because you want it. Whenever you want me to stop just tell me and I will. And this is just between you and me.”

His offer is both humiliating and tempting. I haven't been farted on, since him.

“So, you’d be fine doing this?” I ask him. He gives me a confident nod.

I go with it, "Then yes."

Dean smiles before turning around. His basketball-sized cakes, that are stretching his joggers to their limit, are a foot from my face.

“Big sniffs, Ian, here comes a sincere apology from the depths of your brother's booty… NGH”

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Dean blasts me in the face with a trumpeting, 8 second fart that is powerful enough to blow my hair back. It stinks of rotten eggs and cabbage.

“Ah, I hope you liked that because he brought a friend… HGH”

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He vents a bubbly fart in my face that has me coughing. Dean pauses to peer at me, over his shoulder. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” he asks, alarmed

Before I can answer, “Maybe this was a mistake. I’m worried that I’m bullying you like I did when we were younger.” He declares, working himself up.

"Well don't. Back then you had a malicious intent, but not this time. If you were like this when we were younger, this would've been considered brotherly bonding. And we would have been closer."

“Well you shouldn’t because you’re not. Honestly, back then if you only just farted on me and teased me in a brotherly way, I know we would’ve been close.”

“Really?” he asks. I give him an affirmative nod and he lights up.

“Then it's decided. I'm gonna replace all our horrible, old memories with new ones. Happier ones where your gassy little brother uses his farts to play with you.” 

"I better stop holding back.” Dean looks forward again, hiding his face. He tosses a leg onto the arm of the chair I’m sitting on. This causes his cheeks to spread in his joggers. He nears his crack inches away from my face.

“Incoming Ian, get a taste of my true brotherly love.”

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Dean rips a hair-blowing, 5 second butt bomb, point-blank in my face. The eggy stench has me gagging. Dean reaches back, grabbing the back of my head, and pulls my face into his ass. My face is easily swallowed up in between his blubbery globes.

“Bring it in big bro, your lil bro has plenty more apologetic butt rockets to launch at ya” 

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“If your lil bro’s nasty farts are what you want then I’ll give ‘em to ya” FART “You know I’m the man for the job, Ian. Your lil bro’s basically a walking butt bomb factory” FART “Yeah, gonna drown you in a sea of my skunky butt fumes” FART “I’m gonna use my big butt and fart my redemption out of ya… GGH” FFFAAARRRTTT

Dean rips a barrage of nasty farts right up my nose, warming my face with every blast. His farts have my eyes watering.

Dean pulls my face out of his big ass and looks back at me, over his shoulder. He flashes me a lopsided, shit-eating grin. “How was that?” he asks. 

“A-Awesome.” I get out while trying to catch my breath.

His grin grows. “Shit, it's been ten years since I last farted on ya. You ain’t smelled nothing yet.” He hikes up his right leg slightly and…

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“Ah, you're the best bro. You make a perfect fart sponge, haha.” Dean jokes.

Right now I’m swirling in a mixture of emotions. I’m happy to be finally getting along with my step-brother, but he’s also turning me on, and that’s weirding me out. And lastly, my anger from our past is still there.

“Why don’t you join me in the kitchen, Ian. Because I was nervous about seeing you, I haven't eaten all day.” I shrug and follow him to the kitchen.

Dean abruptly stops in the doorway of the kitchen, causing my lower stomach to bump into his ample bum. Dean reaches back, grabbing me by the waist, keeping me against his ass. 

“Sorry Ian, gotta lay some more brotherly love on ya”

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Dean rips a short, rumbling fart on me that shakes me to my core. After doing that, he sighs in relief and starts rubbing his booty on me. 

He looks back at me with a sly grin. “Gotta rub my stink in bro, so everyone can smell that you’re under your gassy lil’ bro’s, skunky protection.” He teases, making me shudder. If only he was always like this and we weren't step-brothers. 

He asks me to take a seat at the table.

“I’m making myself a grilled cheese sandwich. Want one?”

“Sure.”

As he cooks we talk, getting to know each other. Well, I get to know him; he knows a lot about me thanks to hounding our parents.

Once he’s finished cooking, he plates the two sandwiches and brings them over. He sits one where he’s gonna sit and the other near me, on the edge of the table.

After a second of hesitation, he spins around and back up until the back of his thighs hit the table, and his protruding cakes lord inches above my sandwich, covering it in their shadow. 

He looks at me questioningly, “Is this okay?”

I smile and tell him, “Do it.”

Dean’s cocky smirk returns. “Hey big bro, take a listen to this secret ingredient.” He closes one eye and grunts. 

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Dean drops two consecutive, greasy-sounding butt bombs, saturating my sandwich with his noxious vapors. The eggy stink reaches my nose and I can’t suppress my coughing. Dean shoots me another cocky smirk, knowing he’s responsible.

“Take your time and savor every bite, bro. And don’t worry, if it gets cold your little brother will nuke it back to its toasty goodness with this big fella.” Dean gives his bubbly backside a smack, making his melon-sized slabs wobble and bounce against each other.

He takes his seat and we eat and talk. I don't know why but this is far better than when he used to fart on my food.

Once we’re both done, Dean stands up and rounds the table. Next thing I know, he’s picking me up and tossing me onto his shoulder, fireman-carrying me out of the room. I’m now watching his upside-down,  flexing glutes in motion as he takes us out of the room. 

“What the hell, Dean?” I cry.

“We’re gonna burn off these extra calories with some good, ole fashion, brotherly wrestling. And speaking of burning let me take care of any lingering nose hairs.” Dean pauses, mid-stride, and juts his ass out, smothering my face with his pillowy cheeks.

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He rips an airy fart, right in my upside-down face.

“Ah, you got a problem with that?”

“N-no” My answer’s muffled by his ass fat.

With my face still covered by his cakes, he says, “Now there’s a smart big bro. Never anger your lil bro when his gassy butt's right in your face. Although that still won't help you.”

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Dean vents another fart into my face, causing me to gag on the stench of rotten eggs and onions.

He returns us to the living-room. With his foot, Dean pushes the chair, couch, and cocktail table to the side, so the middle of the room is empty. Finally he lets me down, standing me in front of him.

Wearing a wolfish grin, Dean holds out his hands and bends at the knees, “Come on big bro, let's wrestle.”

Dean has over 75 pounds of muscle on me and years of wrestling experience.

“Oh come on Dean, I stand no chance against you.” I halfheartedly whine.

His grin becomes more ominous. “That's funny, big bro. You thinking I'm giving you a choice.”

With no other option, I mirror Dean’s stance. Dean calls it, “Ready. Set. Go!” 

Not even close. In less than 5 seconds, I’m trapped in Dean’s reverse head-scissor. His muscular thighs are wrapped around my head, keeping my face right in front of his toxic-spewing ass crack.

Over Dean’s hillside ass-mounds, I see him peering back at me with a sharp smirk.

Dean shakes his hips, making his doughy orbs jiggle and clap in my face.

“Now tell me, big bro, who’s the gassiest and best wrestler you know?” Dean asks before flexing his quads, causing me to groan.

“You are!” I force out.

“Damn right. Me and my dump truck love pinning you beneath us for a smelly time… FGH”

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“Ah, and who do you come to if someone’s giving you trouble or stressing you out?”

He flexes his thighs again. “You!” I grunt out.

“Exactly, if someone’s bothering you, you come get your lil bro. They'll quickly find themselves on the receiving end of this… RGH”

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“Ah, and whose only purpose in life is to make you happy from now on with their big, stanky booty?”

He squeezes me again, “You” I barely get out.

“Nothing’s off limits, Ian. You want it then it’s done. You want me to fart in the face of someone walking down the street, just point them out and my butt will handle the rest.” PPPHHHHOOOTTT “You want me to shut down an establishment? I’ll have the place condemned and marked as uninhabitable so fast, your head will spin.” BBBRRRAAAPPP “Hell, if you want me to cover the entire planet in a cloud of my ass funk, give me 24 hours and your decision will cause the extinction of fresh air… NGH”

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My face is bombarded with a barrage of Dean’s butt rockets. All I can breathe in is the stink of rotten eggs and spices.

Finally, Dean relaxes his thighs, setting me free. I roll onto my back, breathing heavily and completely hard.

I thought it was over but Dean isn’t done yet. Dean’s suddenly standing above me with his feet planted on either side of my head, facing my feet. He squats down, lowering his huge ass until it’s only a few inches above my face. Dean then pulls down the back of his sweats, just beneath his ass. His blubbery moons spill out and cover my entire face, smothering me. They pour over the sides of my face, swamping my entire head in ass fat.

Through all that ass meat I hear Dean. “Get your nose in there bro, a really bad one's leaving the station… UGH”

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A 45 second fart roars out of Dean’s ass and right up my nose. His hellish vapors have me crying and trying to cough up a lung.

Once his fart comes to an end, Dean remains seated on my face, and starts rocking his booty from left to right, working is butt fumes into my pores.

After a minute of this, he finally gets off of my face. It's accompanied with a wet squelch, thanks to my face being drenched with his ass sweat.

Dean then lies down next to me on the floor. A comfortable silence surrounds us.

I turn my head finding Dean staring back at me with a contented smile. A sudden sadness washes over his face. “I wish this was how it was when we were younger. You deserved an awesome brother who looked out for you instead of the monster I was.” Dean confesses.

“For what it's worth, at least you feel guilty and are trying to make up for it.” I respond.

My words have Dean silently crying to himself. 

Dean quickly wipes away his tears as he gets up and I follow suit. Once we’re standing in front of each other, Dean looks down. I follow his gaze to the imprint of the hard-on in my pants.

Dean looks a tad uncomfortable as he points to the other side of the room “Um, the bathroom is over there if you wanna take care of that.”

I rub the back of my neck, also feeling the tension. “Yeah, that's not gonna happen. Even though this was insanely hot, I can't... finish. With our history and you being my step-brother, it’d be too weird.” I explain.

Dean looks slightly hurt but understands.

I hesitate a second before clapping him on the shoulder. “Thanks for this Dean. How about next week we meet up at a bar, my treat.” I nod my head towards the exit. “I think I’m gonna go.”

I turn to leave but Dean stops me by grabbing my wrist, “Wait, please, before you go, can you give me your phone."

I unlock my phone and hand it to him. After a few moments, he hands my phone back. “There, now you have me and Carlos’ numbers.”

“Carlos? Who’s Carlos?” I ask, lost.

Dean looks bashful. He pulls out his phone and shows me a picture. It’s of him side-hugging a huge guy of Mexican descent. He’s slightly bigger than Dean. 

“This is Carlos, he’s been my best friend for years. He knocked me off my high horse. When you left I became self-destructive and picked a fight with him. He easily knocked me to the floor and sat on my face. For the next couple of hours he kept farting and making me pass-out whenever I woke up. We became best friends after that.

I hate to admit it but he's even gassier than me. If I’m a farting king, he’s a farting god. He’s knocked me out hundreds of times with his farts, while I've yet to knock him out once . And I’ve farted in his face, bare-ass, more times than I can count."

A gassy guy who isn’t my step-brother, hell yeah.

“I’ll be sure to give him a call.”

Dean grins cheekily. “You better or your little brother’s booty will be crossed with you.” With a twist of his hips, he presses his butt against my thigh.

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Dean rips two back-to-back, short poots on me. His skunky vapors reach my nose making me gag. Dean sighs in relief and laughs.

We agree to meet up at his favorite bar, next Friday, before I leave. 

I arrive back home at about 8. It’s still pretty early so I give Carlos a call.

He picks up after the third ring. “Is this Ian?”

I'm caught off guard by his immediate and blunt question. “Um, yes it is.”

“Good, Dean told me you were gonna call. Be ready, I’m taking you out next Saturday.”

His overconfidence kinda irks me. “Pretty presumptuous to think I’ll say yes, don’t you think?” I call him out.

Instead of answering verbally, I hear rustling, followed by…

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“Ah, now you wanna run that by me again.”

Turned on and flustered, I change my tone, “Next Saturday sounds good.”

“That's what I thought. I’ll pick you up a 7. Good luck, your nose is gonna need it, hehe."

Next Saturday, when I'm face-to-face with this hulking man, he offers me a handshake. As soon as I take it, he tosses his leg over our joined hands and pulls, making me fall to my knees. Then my face slams into his bulbous backside. It’s like he stuffed two basketballs in the back of his jeans. With my nose nestled in between his fat cakes, Carlos grunts.

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Carlos rips a 12 second, trumpeting fart right up my nose. The stench of rotten fish and raw sewage singes my nose hairs. I’m immediately smitten. 

He takes us to the drive-in movies. And of course, throughout the movie he fart-boxes the car. And his every fart is loud enough to be heard throughout the entire lot.

A college-aged guy has the guts to come up to Carlos' car and tell him to leave or stop farting so loud.

Carlos is silent as he follows the guy back to his car with his eyes like a hawk. Once Carlos gets what he needs, he gets out and walks up to the driver-side door of the car. Its window is down, so Carlos spins around and backs his huge rump into the guy's surprised face.

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A full minute of loud, raunchy ass wind erupts in the guy's face. The guy, and his friends with him, quickly pass out. Carlos returns, and nobody else complains to him again.

Our date was ending with a kiss and Carlos farting on my hip, but that works us both up. Carlos herds me into my place, lies me on my couch, and pulls down his pants, mooning me with his furry, bronze mountains.

He squats his cavernous ass crack above my face. "Silly me, we're supposed to have dessert on our first date. Here, have a faceful of my cakes. I hear they're a real gas... NGH"

He jokes before taking a seat on my face and farting down my throat several times.

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And just like that, I know he's the one.

Soon after, my weekends are being monopolized by Dean and Carlos. Our parents are ecstatic that me and Dean are trying to bond.

When Carlos and I tell Dean that we're dating he’s happy but warns Carlos that if he hurts me he’ll gas him to hell. Although Carlos respects Dean’s protectiveness he sees his threat as a challenge to his farting dominance. Before Dean can react, Carlos shoves him onto his knees and then pulls his face into his big ass before ripping a massive, 2 minute long fart, knocking Dean unconscious. 

This was the first time I’ve ever witnessed someone out-fart Dean and it was hot as hell.

In the beginning of Dean and I meeting, I'd end up shouting at him about what he did to me. Dean would remain silent and take it. Letting me vent out my anger. Sometimes he'd even cry, making me feel like shit. It was a hard and painful road, but after a year, I finally forgive Dean.

Tonight, in fact, after hanging out with Dean at his place, I surprise him with a hug. I tell him, "I forgive you."

Dean immediately wraps his arms around me and starts bawling into my shoulder.

The next day is my date night with Carlos but he asks me to meet him at Dean's place.

When I let myself in, I hear...

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"Come on Carlos you had him for like ten minutes. I'm about to burst here. About time. Sniff up bitch"

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My jaw drops when I step into the living-room. Dean and Carlos are standing over a guy who's on his knees with his hands zip-tied behind his back. They're taking turns shoving his face into their asses and farting.

Carlos is grinning like a loon when he spots me. "Hey babe, guess who me and Dean cat-fished on Grindr."

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After ripping two farts, Dean pulls the guy's face out of his bubble butt and reveals it to be my ex, Will.

"Ian!" My ex cries before Carlos buries his face into his gargantuan posterior.

"Unfortunately, for your sense of smell, my ass just loathes cheaters"

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Will struggles to escape but Carlos isn't having it.

"You ain't going anywhere. Bottoms up, cheater... FGH"

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I'm so confused/aroused.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"What's it look like?" Dean replies, "I already told you that anyone who messes with you has to deal with your lil bro's nasty booty. This cheater had this coming for a while now." Dean growls out the last part.

Dean pulls down the back of his sweats, freeing his bouncing, pillowy orbs. He rips Will's face out of Carlos' ass and feeds it in between his bare cheeks.

"In you go" Dean states as my ex's face vanishes in his leviathan-of-a-bum.

Dean narrows his eyes and grits his teeth, proving that he's working out something big.

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A 50 second, apocalyptic fart, thunders out of Dean's big ass and pointblank into Will's face. It's so powerful that I see my ex's entire body shaking from Dean's anal eruption.

Carlos whistles, impressed by Dean's performance. "Nice one, D. Looks like we're done holding back. Time to bring my A game."

Carlos also pulls down the back of his sweats. His darker, bigger, and hairier moons pour out of their confines and wobble freely in the open. He steals back my ex's face and deposits it in between his rotund slabs.

"If you thought that was bad then you're in trouble pal. Anyone who hurts my Ian gets no mercy from me. I'm about to melt your nose off... HGH"

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Carlos unleashes a continuous chain of roaring farts right into my ex's trapped face. It goes on for 3 minutes straight.

I'm now feeling aroused/jealous.

Carlos wipes his brow of sweat with the back of his hand. He shots me a crooked grin and wink before reeling Will's face out of his ass. Will's face is wet with their combined ass sweat, and littered with curly butt hairs.

Still gripping the back of his head, Carlos makes my ex look at me.

"Don't you have something to say to him?" Carlos barks.

"I-I'm sorry." My ex barely gets out before Carlos shoves the side of his face against his ass. Half of his face sinks into Carlos' doughy globes.

Carlos looks over his shoulder, to Dean. "Hey D, back your cakes up into mine. Let's lock this fucker up in our cake prison. You know Ian's gonna love the show."

Dean flashes me an impish smirk before backing his ass into the other side of my ex's face.

Dean's and Carlos' blubbery cheeks flow around my ex's head until they make contact. Will's entire head is cocooned in a prison made of their ass meat.

The two start shaking their butts against each other, wiping their sweaty cracks all over my ex's trapped head.

"Hope you enjoy your stinky stay in our cake prison." Dean teases.

"Of course he will, who doesn't love a cake buffet." Carlos dickishly adds.

This is insanely hot. This is exactly how Carlos acts when he jumps me with a fart session, multiple times a day.

"You ready C-man!"

"Hell yeah D, fire away!"

"Ah, that felt good, oh wait here's some more" "Phew, that one's just for you, choke on it buddy" "Oh yeah, how does all that cake taste, prisoner?" "There you go. Eat my shit for being a piece of shit. Let my shitty ass ruin you" "I bet you'll be faithful in the future. Never know if your next victim's little brother is a vengeful, farting god like me" "Well, you're more like a farting demigod while I'm an elder one. Take this for example" "Maybe this will give me a rise in divinity. Take a listen to this action" "Huh? I'm almost impressed. But talk to me when you can fart like this... NGH"

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Dean and Carlos demolish my ex in their cake prison with a plethora of massive and noxious butt rockets. When they separate their asses, they reveal an unconscious Will.

Dean tosses him onto his shoulder, walks out, and unceremoniously dumps him onto the sidewalk.

Dean returns to us in the living-room. The room reeks of Dean's and Carlos' signature, raunchy fumes.

"One down, two more to go." Dean says to Carlos.

Carlos nods, sporting a mischievous grin.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"It may have been over 10 years but Alvin and Josh are due to serve some time in our cake prison. They're next." Dean answers with a lopsided grin.

This sounds hot but also dangerous. The two could end up in actual prison.

"Uh-oh, looks like someone's thinking a little too hard." Carlos sing-songs.

Dean's grin broadens. "Come on into our cake prison, big bro. I'm sure that will help with those troubled thoughts. Oh and this isn't a request."

With the two standing on either side of me, Dean grabs me by the shoulders and shoves me to my knees. They both spin around, showing me that their bare asses are still hanging out in the open.

They both step back, entombing my entire head in between their dense, fleshy moons.

"Buckle up big bro, you'll be staying in here for the next hour... NGH"

"See you on the other side, babe. And please don't hold it against me if this kills you... UGH"

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TWO YEARS LATER

I’ve built a strong bond with Dean over the last 3 years. Not only is he my brother but he’s also one of my closest friends. Me, Dean, and Carlos hangout together every Friday. 

I can’t thank Dean enough for introducing me to Carlos. I just moved in with Carlos and we’re talking about marriage. 

The only bad thing is that I catch Dean looking at us longingly. I know he wants a relationship like ours. His farting has prevented him from having a long-lasting girlfriend for years.

My chance to repay Dean comes in the form of my college friend, Jenifer. She just moved into town.

I struck up a friendship with her because of our shared... interest. At a college party I saw her jock boyfriend fart on her and laugh about it with his friends. No one else but me noticed her blushing. She noticed me as well and we’ve been friends ever since.

I invited her out with us, to our favorite bar, to introduce her to Dean. When we get our drinks and find a table, I ‘accidentally’ elbow Dean in the stomach.

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Dean’s completely embarrassed because Jenifer's standing right behind him. He turns to apologize but notices she’s blushing. After a few seconds, a shit-eating grin forms on his lips.

Dean’s fart quickly spreads throughout the bar and we’re immediately kicked out. In typical Dean and Carlos fashion, the two poot with every step as we leave. 

Jenifer is red as a tomato once we’re outside.

“Me and Carlos are gonna head home. Why don't the two of you go on without us?.” I suggest.

Dean's already nodding as he offers his hand for Jenifer to hold. “Sounds good if you’re up for it?”

Jenifer sweetly smiles, “I’d really like that.” She holds his hand.

Dean shoots her an impish grin, "I know this awesome Mexican place around the corner. But be warned, my farts are nuclear afterwards.”

“T-that doesn’t bother me much. Let's go.” Jenifer replies.

Dean backs his bubbly rump against Jenifer's side and farts. RRRWWWBBB. “Ah, a woman after my own heart. Let’s go.”

Jenifer's still blushing hard as they leave.

Dean looks back at me and mouths, ‘Here's my thanks’. He subtly fans behind his ass and Carlos and I are hit by one of his nauseating sbds. It has me gagging but Carlos isn't bothered in the slightest.

Once they disappear around the corner, Carlos says, “You definitely earned yourself a reward for that, babe. When we get home, I’ll get naked, and all night long, you can keep your face sandwiched in between these beauties. “Carlos turns his back to me, cups the bottom of his meaty globes, and jiggles them for me. Thankfully no one’s around. 

I shove his shoulder, gently. “Oh please, you were gonna shove my face in your crack, all night, regardless.” I accuse him.

Cheekily grinning at me, over his shoulder, he shrugs and says, “Guilty.” Before grabbing the back of my head, pulling my face into his big ass, and hiking up his right leg.

Cw: Fart/Hyperfart content ahead

It was a warm day, and Lorenzo was enjoying his swim when a handsome young guy setting up his picnic not far from shore had caught his attention. Confindent in his smoohtness, Lorenzo swam back to shore to retrieve his glasses and dry off his hair. The sun glistened against his perfectly toned swimmers body, as his speedo hugged him in all the right places. Lorenzon continued to look at the guy who had called his attention, and he was determined to put him to the test.

As Lorenzo approached the guy, he felt a rumble in his abdomen indicating his stomach was producing enough gas to impress the guy.

"Hey, lovely day for a picnic"

"Uh yeah..."

The other guy looked nervous, not knowing why some handsome man in a speedo was approaching him. As he sat on picnic blanket, he could not take his eyes off this handsome stranger. Something about his slim muscular body and wide smile made him feel approachable.

"Where are my manners? I am Lorenzo"

"I am Chris, I take it you are practicing your swimming?"

"Haha that obvious? And what brings such a handsome guy like you to be eating alone?"

Chris demeanor went from shy to sad.

"Well, I was supposed to be here with someone... but he broke up with me."

Lorenzo saw Chris drawing into himself, and with an understanding expression lowered himself to Chris’ level, putting his hand on Chris’ shoulder.

"Hey man that sucks, sorry to hear that" Lorenzo said, happy to hear that this cute stranger was gay.

"it’s alright I suppose, probably for the best"

"It’s his loss anyway, you’re too adorable a guy to simply let go"

Lorenzo’s compliment sent a shock down Chris’ system. While the sadness from the recent breakup had clouded his mind he could still pick up on Lorenzo’s intentions. With the ball in his court, Chris found a little courage within him.

"Well you know, I did bring quite more food than I could eat and I’d hate to have to take it all back, you’re not some psycho are you?"

"I promise I am not" Lorenzo knew well what his plan was, he could feel it in his stomach, so the question made him giggle.

"that’s good enough for me, if you don’t have anything else to do would you want to join me?" Asked Chris bravely.

"it’d be an honor"

Lorenzo said as he sat down on the blanket, in such a manner that his muscles flexed, trying to impress Chris.

The two men had a candid time, sharing about one another's lives. Chris got to share about how he was trying to move through life despite his shyness, while Lorenzo proved to be the contrary. The confident swimmer spoke about his passion for his job as a lawyer and his love for his more athletic hobbies. In between bites of cantaloupe and prosciutto Lorenzo began to feel a pressure building up against his back end, knowing fully well it was his time to see if this guy could handle all of him.

Both men continued their conversation, with Chris completely mesmerized as he Lorenzo's sweet Italian accent filled the air. With Chris giving him puppy eyes, Lorenzo saw a chance to start the betting process he always put potential partners into. A rumble erupted from his direction.

"Oh excuse me, hopefully this is not too rude but I can't hold it back" He said, and before Chris could process anything Lorenzo scrunched his face.

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A five second ripple exploded out of Lorenzo's muscular backside. Whatever moisture leftover from his swim seemed to evaporate. As the fart ripped a strange smell began to emanate from his speedo. It was like garlic, but with a smoky tinge to it.

"Haha my bad, you know, athlete's diet"

"Well.... it is just part of breaking the ice hahaha"

Lorenzo was surprised by how accepting Chris turned out to be of his fart. It seemed like Chris might pass Lorenzo's test afterall.

Both men continued to talk, Lorenzo's fart having loosened up some of the tension Chris was feeling. Just as Chris was about to try his luck at flirting he felt a tremor underneath his body.

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The subtle ground shaking turned into a sustained rattle that made the picnic blanket flutter. The flowers in the blooming trees that surrounded them began falling to the ground and being blown away before touching the ground, while a flock of nearby pigeons flew away startled by the booming sound emanating from Lorenzo.

"Oh damn... seems like my stomach decide to make a statement" Said Lorenzo quite proudly of the fart he had just ripped.

Holding back coughing, Chris could not help but to double over laughing. He could barely believe the absurdity of the situation. Here was a man who looked as though he had been carved by Michaelangelo with farts strong enough to cause small earthquakes. As bizarre as this was, it had an endearing air to it.

"Well," Chris said between bouts of laughter "That is a way to make a memorable first impression"

Lorenzo's proud expression turned into a mischievous grin. With a spark in his eyes, Lorenzo got closer to Chris.

"Memorable, huh? what if I went bigger next time" He leaned into Chris's ear and with a charming whisper said "Imagine, a serenade from my deepest end just for you... hopefully that way I can leave you breathless"

A rush of blood went to straight to Chris's face. Lorenzo's seductive demeanor, and its contrast with his unique talent, sent a shiver down his spine.

"A serenade? What an honor" he said trying to tease his companion back. "Well, maybe you can clear the park so it can be a bit of a private concert"

Lorenzo was taken aback by Chris's sudden confidence, but just as quickly he regained his composure and decided to take in the challenge. He took a deep breath and allowed for this belly rumble, announcing the production of new gas, ready to cause a ruckus.

As Chris was confidently smiling, Lorenzo reached over to him and pulled him by the back of his head. As Chris was leaned in, Lorenzo leaned in to make their forehead touch.

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A loud, guttural belch erupted from Lorenzo’s mouth and blew back Chris’s hair.

“How’s that for a solo” Lorenzo asked with a smug smile on his face. A few hikers nearby turned to look at the source of the explosion while Chris remained speechless.

“Come with me” Lorenzo grabbed Chris’s hand and and the two walked towards the shore. “See those trees over there?” Lorenzo pointed at the island less than a mile away.

"Watch this" He said, as he turned back to Chris and pointed his butt towards the island. He inhaled deeply, the sound of his breath only rivaled by a roar that moved the top of his stomach towards his lower abdomen. He then proceeded to exhale, from both ends.

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Two explosions exited Lorenzo's butt, the threads of his speedo somehow managing to stay together. The first fart, longer and with quite a cresendo, managed to form a considerably-sized wave that rippled accross the late and broke against the island, while the sheer force of it also managed to rustle the leaves in the trees of the island. Nearby swimmers began to try and scape, but were knocked over by the waves created by the fart. Sailboats began drifting away from the shore, and even nearby seagulls were pushed away by the current of wind. Chris simply watched with his mouth agape as the noxious winds from Lorenzo hit the island.

The second fart, while shorter, had deeper sound to it. The sonic boom of it continued to ripple across the water of the lake, but it was the smell of it that was the most impactful. A mixture of digested cheese and garlic, with a strange mixture of herbs that seemed to just have passed through Lorenzo's system made the first couple of birds fall into the water and seemed to turn a few of leaves of the island's trees brown. Lorenzo sighed, before relaxing his body and sitting by the shore, motioning for Chris to join him and contemplating the mayhem he had caused.

Initially stunned, Chris followed through and joined Lorenzo in looking at the the lake as it returned to its once interrupted tranquility.

"Wow" Said Chris "That was some next level"

"Haha I wanted to see if I could impress you, hopefully you're not scared now"

"I think I just need to keep you pleased now" Chris said with a smile on his face and a hand inching closer to Lorenzo's toned thighs. As Lorenzo was about to reach for Chris's hand a major rumble left his stomach, one that even send shivers down his entire body.

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The deafening sound of a chainsaw emanated from the Italian man's butthole. The ground shook with as the sound reached its peak intensity. The force of the explosion sent shockwaves all around him, knocking lake goers down as they tried running away and causing most wildlife to struggle as they tried scaping what felt like the detonation of a bomb.

The fart's volume and odor soon became unbearable, even for Lorenzo who began coughing. He had little time to process the realization that he had finally ripped a fart that not even he could control was interrupted when he saw that a large wave was headed straight towards the island. As the fart began dying towards the one minute and thirty seconds mark, Lorenzo came back into his own mind after the gargantuan fart had taken him out of it.

Soon after he returned to his sense, he realized that Chris was holding to his torso, hugging him tightly trying not to fly away. Part of his clothes ripped from the blast while his face was pressed onto Lorenzo's chest.

"Fuck...... man I am sorry...sorry, the aftershocks are unpredictable."

Chris raised his head, a belwidered look in his face. He soon realized that he was hugging Lorenzo, and retreated into himself.

"Chris... fuck... I am sorry, I understand if you decide to-" Lorenzo was interrupted as Chris's hands held his face and Chris's lips touched his in a passionate yet sudden kiss, which Lorenzo reciprocated with gusto.

Instead of being annoyed, Chris felt a surge of warmth towards the man beside him. He could not stop himself from kissing Lorenzo, a man charisma and a butt capable of clearing a park. What more could a man ask for? As they pulled away from the kiss, Chris put his hands on Lorenzo's thighs.

"Well, your concert was impressive" Chris said smiling "and I hope you accept my request of a private one"

It was Lorenzo's turn to be taken aback by Chris's boldness, but as soon as the surprise wore off he smiled.

"I would love that Chris"

"Say no more" Without hesitating, Chris grabbed Lorenzo's hand and as both men stood up Chris began leading Lorenzo.

"Where?.. Where are we going?"

"First you are tellime where your car is and you are getting your clothes, can't have people looking at your butt after fart" Chris pointed to Lorenzo's backside as his speedo was not shredded and his buttocks were exposed.

"Then" said Chris "My place, I live not too far from here"

The sun shined on their path as the men walked hand in hand towards their destinations, both aware that a new beginning was brewing for the two of them.

Disclaimer: I do not own the pictures I used, the story described is 100% fictional.

Benson Rivera used to be one of my closest friends. In middle-school Benson was bullied because he had a huge bubble butt. One of his main bullies called his butt ‘Buttzilla’. One day Benson decided to own it. He walked up to his bully, stuck his big butt in his face, and said ‘Here’s Buttzilla, hear him roar!’ He then ripped a huge fart in his bully's face. Since then, he’s become a farting god who refers to his butt as ‘Buttzilla’. 

Some people think Benson’s an intimidating bully. With him being 6 foot and ripped, thanks to starting on the football team, it's understandable. In actuality, he's a lovable goofball who shows his feelings through Buttzilla. He loves blasting the people he's closest to with Buttzilla.

Justin, Tommy, Benson, and I have been best buds since middle-school. When I came out as bi, in the beginning of our senior year of highschool, Justin and Tommy were cool with it, but Benson changed. Benson’s constantly teasing and targeting only me with Buttzilla when the four of us are hanging out. 

The four of us just graduated and are gonna attend the same college, but before that we’re taking a trip together.

We rented a big cabin by a lake for the week. It won’t be just us. Tommy’s and Justin’s girlfriend will be here soon. They’re driving up together.

We stand on the porch, waiting for Justin to unlock the front door. 

Benson wraps an arm around my shoulder and traps me against the wooden railing. He swivels his hips, pressing his ample cakes, encased in a pair of black shorts, against my thigh. 

I struggle to escape but Benson won’t let me. 

“Nick, you sure look cold. Let Buttzilla warm you up… NGH”

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Benson farts on me, several times in a row. The familiar stench of rotten eggs and cabbage clouds the air around us.

“So gross,” I groan. Tommy laughs at my predicament. Benson’s grin broadens as he pushes out another fart. 

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Benson’s always making me the butt of his antics, literally. 

When Justin finally gets the door, I use all my strength to shove Benson off of me, making him stumble a few feet away. In retaliation, Benson bends over at the waist, pointing his bubbly posterior out at me.

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He sprays me with another wave of his eggy fumes.

I contain my anger as I follow Justin inside. Ever since I revealed my secret, Benson’s changed. All he does is clown on me now.

The inside of the cabin is nice. There are three bedrooms with adjoining bathrooms. I'm just now realizing, to my horror, that Justin will be sharing a room with Alicia, Tommy will be sharing a room with Laura, meaning I'll be rooming with Benson. 

Finding only one bedroom with two beds instead of one, confirms it.

It was a long and tiring drive up here, so I decide to take a quick nap. I close my eyes only for a few seconds before something big, heavy, and rotund falls onto my face. The warm, malleable object molds around my face, smothering me.

It doesn’t take me long to realize it’s Benson’s huge bubble butt. I use my hands to try to shove him off but he isn’t budging. All that happens is my fingertips sink into his doughy cheeks.

Buried beneath his immense amount of ass meat, I still hear Benson say, “What was with that face earlier, Nick? I thought you’d love to be rooming with your favorite person in the world. Buttzilla.”

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“Buttzilla’s been looking forward to this for weeks. Can’t you tell?”

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Benson keeps ripping fart after fart while rocking his beefy ass from side-to-side on my face.

After thoroughly marking my face with his ass gas, he finally gets off of me. Through my coughing I call him a 'asshole'. He shoots me a cheeky grin as he disappears into the bathroom.

Great, I know I'll be experiencing that every morning this week. 

The stench of his farts dominates the room so I decide to head back into the sitting-room. There, I find the girls have arrived and are making out with their respective boyfriends. 

I’m about to silently slink back to my room when a cupped hand comes out from behind me and covers my nose and mouth. A voice whispers in my ear, “If this scene doesn’t make you teary-eyed, maybe my fart will.” The stench of digested meat and sweat assaults my nose, making me retch. 

The four look over at me and Benson. Tommy takes his girlfriend’s hand and says, “You know what? I’m gonna show Laura our room. How about we go out for lunch in like two hours from now?” He suggests. Justin and their girlfriends instantly agree. The sexual tension coming from them is almost palpable. 

They vanish into their bedrooms, locking their doors. Normally I’d have no problem with this, except I'm left alone with Benson.

So lost in thought, I fail to notice Benson grabbing my hand. It’s too late as he places my palm against the seat of his pants.

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Benson rips a wet-sounding fart on my hand. I yank my hand back in disgust. With a cheeky grin, Benson shrugs. “Don’t blame me man. Buttzilla's just showing you some love.”

I flop onto the couch and try to look for something to watch. Benson walks up to me, “Mind if me and Buttzilla join ya?” Benson wheels around, hikes up his right leg, and farts in my face.

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The eggy stench is nauseating, but I ignore it. Hopefully, if I don't react he'll leave me alone.

“Oh, what’s this? Giving me the silent treatment? Too bad Buttzilla won’t offer you the same courtesy.”

Benson gives himself a slight wedgie, making the seam of his shorts disappear in between his meaty cakes. He then extends out his backside, sinking the side of my face into his fat mounds.

“Bad move, bro. Buttzilla’s about to roar” FART “Ah, that's what you get for the silent treatment, Nick. You've angered Buttzilla” FART “And don’t you remember? The angrier Buttzilla gets, the worse my farts are” FART “Fine, then keep quiet. It’s your funeral, man” FART “Uh-oh, Buttzilla’s pissed! Godzilla’s atomic breath has got nothing on this… UGH”

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Benson keeps venting out rumbling farts. My face and his bubbly cheeks vibrate with each emission. His sulfuric fumes poisons my lungs and has my eyes stinging. 

His final fart is a 24 second behemoth that breaks me.“You’re such an asshole!” I cry as I shove away his huge butt consuming the side of my face.

Benson stumbles a few steps forward, laughing. “Haha, oh, what’s that?” You wanna see my asshole? Well alright, just remember you asked for this.” 

Benson quickly pulls down the back of his shorts, letting his fleshy orbs pour out into the open and wobble a few feet in front of my face. He then reaches back and spreads his cheeks, giving me a peek at his pucker surrounded by a thatch of black hair. His hole opens and pushes outwards.

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Benson unleashes a chain of trumpeting farts that all have enough power to blow my hair back. I’m coughing and gagging on more of his eggy vapors.

For the next hour, Benson continues to fart on me as I try to watch tv. Finally, the two couples join us and we head out to get something to eat. 

We eat at this local barbecue joint. And then we hit a nearby outlet mall, where every store is having a major sale. The girls are giddy with excitement. They take their boyfriends and race off, leaving me with Benson. 

I grit my teeth as a familiar, noxious stink wafts up my nose. Benson's grinning as he fans the air behind his ass towards my face. 

I roll my eyes and walk away. Benson obviously follows me. We used to be the best of friends, but now, all he seems to do is pick on me. 

We head into a Nike outlet and they’re having a sale: buy two pairs of shoes and get the third pair free. 

We thankfully separate since Benson’s feet are bigger than mine. But not before he rips an sbd in front of me. I try not to gag as I race through his fart cloud, not wanting to get blamed for it. That’s happened before. From behind, I hear two guys complaining about the smell and blaming each other.

15 minutes later, I’m sitting on a bench, trying on some shoes when a shadow suddenly covers me. I look up and find myself face-to-face with Benson’s bubble butt. No one is with us in the aisle.

Benson spreads his cheeks through his shorts and I hear a nearly inaudible stream of gas hissing out of his ass. I turn my head, the smell of digested meat and spices making me feel sick. 

“Ah, that’s Buttzilla telling you that we’re done and ready to go. I suggest you buy quickly or Buttzilla's atomic fumes are gonna shut this place down, indefinitely.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m finished. No need to rush me.” I grumble, annoyed. 

After purchasing our stuff we continue walking around the outlet mall. Whenever no one’s nearby, Benson will silently fart on me. I can’t hear them but I can sure as hell smell them.

Besides the Nike store, there’s no other store that interests us, so we decide to look for the others and see if they’re ready to leave.

The two of us are walking through an empty, brick tunnel-way, when Benson suddenly shoves me against the wall. While keeping me against the wall with one hand, he turns around and presses his ample rump against my lower midsection.

“Sorry Nick, the barbecue is making a comeback. I’m gonna fart on ya… HGH”

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Benson rips three, monstrous farts on me that echo throughout the empty tunnel-way. He blasts me with a cloud of his butt stink that reeks of rotten eggs and onions. 

“Ah, thanks bud, I needed that.” Benson says with a cheeky grin before letting me go. 

I look down at my shirt in disgust. I have so much experience with Benson farting on me that I know I'll have to wash this shirt immediately when we get back. 

I quickly walk away, trying to put some distance between me and Buttzilla. Just before I can escape the empty tunnel, Benson steps up beside me and wraps a strong arm around my shoulders. “One sec bud, Buttzilla’s got one more for ya.” Benson parks his ass against my hip and lifts his right leg, slightly.

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Benson rips two consecutive, short but loud poots on me. I elbow him off of me. He grunts before laughing at me. 

Soon after, we find the others. With all the bags they have, it looks like the girls did some serious shopping. They're already talking about coming back tomorrow. 

We all head back to the cars. Tommy and I drove; I ensure that Justin and Alicia ride with me, and Benson and Laura ride with Tommy. As we get into the cars, Benson has the gall to shoot me a pouting expression.

Not even five minutes after returning to the cabin, the girls decide to head back to the outlet mall, by themselves. I connect my Nintendo console to the living-room tv so the four of us can play. We decide to play Super Smash Bros.

Tommy's the best, racking up the most wins, but I’m not too far behind. However, Benson’s dead last. 

While the three of us are sitting on the couch, Benson’s sitting on the floor. Whenever he loses, he stands up and aims Buttzilla in the face of the one he feels is responsible.

Benson is a notoriously sore loser.

“Oh you wanna blast me off screen Justin, well here’s a blast of my own.”

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“You won, Tommy. Enjoy the stench of victory.”

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“Looks like you won Nick, here’s your prize. Buttzilla hopes you like it.”

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"I hate your character's special move, Tommy. Tell me, do you hate Buttzilla's special move just as much?"

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“Damn it Justin. For that cheap shot I’m gonna make sure this one stinks really bad.”

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“If Buttzilla was a playable character, none of you would stand a chance. Here Nick, take a whiff of how overpowered he is… NGH” 

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After an hour of playing, each of us won at least two matches, excluding Benson. He was absolutely slaughtered.  

It’s hilarious but the three of us are on edge. We know Benson’s gonna have a farty tantrum.

Benson stands up. With his back facing us, he bends forward, stretching the material of his shorts over his protruding, fleshy melons.

“You dicks are screwed! I want the three of you to huddle your faces together and bury them in Buttzilla.” Benson finishes by giving his bubbly rump a smack, making his pillowy mounds jiggle. 

The three of us scoff and tell him no.

Benson looks back with a wolfish grin. “Oh yes you will or I’m gonna head to each of your rooms right now, and let a bare-ass Buttzilla go wild. Hope you and your girls will enjoy sleeping in a room that’ll be stinking of my Buttzilla vapors for weeks.” He says, mostly threatening Tommy and Justin. It seems to work because the two look like they’re on death row.

I scoff again, “Our room already smells like your ass. So I’m not doing it.” I challenge.

Slyly grinning, “No worries Nick, Buttzilla will be getting his revenge real soon.” Benson promises.

“Alright you two, get on in here. Time to receive your punishment.” Benson shakes his hips making his mountainous ass-slabs bounce and clap against each other.

With a look of revulsion and defeat, side-by-side, Tommy and Justin kneel down so they're face-level with Buttzilla.

“Cheek-to-cheek you two, so you can be– Hehehe– cheek-to-cheek with Buttzilla.” Benson teases.

Tommy groans and Justin calls him a ‘dick’. They press the sides of their faces together and bury them against Benson’s clothed crack. I watch as Benson’s ass fat molds around their faces. 

I jolt a bit when I feel a stirring in my crotch. What the hell?

Benson grabs the back of both of their heads, keeping their faces trapped against his fat ass.

“Hang on dudes! NGH… Buttzilla’s about to go all kaiju on both your faces… UGH”

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A massive, 40 second fart roars out of Benson’s butt and into our friends’ faces. It’s strong enough that I see the back of their heads shaking from the powerful blast. 

Justin’s and Tommy’s faces might be in the way, but Benson’s hellish fumes still spread throughout the room. It has my eyes watering.

Benson sighs in relief as he grinds his cakes over their faces for a few seconds. Once he releases the back of their heads, our kneeling friends fall onto their hands, coughing and dry-heaving. Benson is standing over them, laughing like some kinda supervillain. 

“Haha, the sound of you guys choking on my fart is music to my ears.” He sing-songs.

I open the backdoors to the patio and windows to air Benson’s ass funk outta the room. Doing this helps me not to study on the hardening in my pants.

Tommy, Justin, and I agree to no more playing Super Smash with Benson anymore. We decide to play a co-op game. It’s certainly not as much but Benson still farts on us some as we play.

After another hour of gaming, the girls return. And at the same time, the four of us notice we have no snacks, food, or drinks here. 

I volunteer to pick up food and drinks at the nearby Walmart. I roll my eyes when Benson volunteers to come along.

As we get into my car I say, “You know you don’t have to come, right? I can get the groceries myself.”

Benson counters, “No can do, Nicky. I’m coming because Buttzilla is protective of ya. He’ll growl at anyone who tries to trouble ya. Here, listen.” Benson leans to the side, aiming his butt in my direction. He narrows his eyes in concentration and then…

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Benson rips a greasy fart, contaminating the interior of my car with his skunky fumes. I cough and gag while side-glaring him.

He shoots me a lopsided grin and winks. “Don’t worry Nicky, Buttzilla will always have your back."

I shake my head before pulling off. Walmart is only a few minutes away but that’s more than enough time for Benson.

“Oh” FART “Ah” FART “That felt good” FART “That was a wet one, hehe” FART “Buttzilla’s on a roll” FART “Damn if you weren’t driving I’d be blasting your face with these bad boys” FART “Oh well, I guess I’ll settle for hotboxing ya” FFFAAARRRTTT

It takes us 7 smelly minutes to reach Walmart. As soon as we’re parked I’m out of the car. I grab a cart and head on my own through the store. 

I’m in the cereal section looking over the choices. I reach for a box of Smack ‘ems at the same time as someone else. I look over and see a handsome dude, about my age. He smiles and takes the box next to the one I grabbed.  

“Sorry” we both apologize simultaneously and then laugh. We talk a little and I'm getting the feeling that he’s attracted to me. I came out as bi a year ago and I haven’t even kissed a guy let alone flirted with one. I’m both nervous and hopeful.

“Yeah, it’s me and my friends, and two of them brought their girlfriends.” I tell him.

“Oh, and do you have a girlfriend?” he asks.

“No I don’t have a girlfriend… or a boyfriend.” I hint.

He rewards me with a sexy half-grin.

He’s about to say something when Benson, with his arms full, steps in between us. “Look here Nicky, I got all we need to make smores.” Benson says before dropping it into our cart. 

“Good, how about you go get the drinks?” I suggest, trying to get rid of Benson.

For a split second, Benson looks annoyed. He doesn't leave.

The handsome stranger stands next to Benson to talk with me again. “I know you’re here with your friends but would you like to meet up later tonight, alone.” He offers.

“I’d love to.” I jump at the chance.

His grin broadens, “Great, give me your number so I can text y-ACK.” Out of nowhere, Benson suddenly grabs the guy by the back of the neck. Before anything can be done, Benson forces the guy to bend over and smothers his face in his titanic rump. 

I look around, panicked. Thankfully no one’s around and I see no cameras. “What are you doing? Let him go!” I urgently whisper to Benson.

Benson shakes his head, sporting a devilish grin. “Nope, I’m sorry Nicky but my instincts are screaming to me that this guy is trouble. Let me and Buttzilla deal with this threat.”

Benson sneers down, over his shoulder, at his struggling prey. The guy’s trying to pull his face out of Benson’s bum but Benson’s grip is too strong.

“Sorry bud, but my friend’s busy tonight. But if you wanna hangout then let me introduce you to somebody… GGH”

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“Ah, this here is Buttzilla. He’s a blast to be around… HGH”

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“Don’t  let this big fella fool you. Sure Buttzilla can turn a whole city into a toxic, uninhabitable wasteland, but he can also be very sweet… FGH”

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“Why just take a listen to his words. I bet they’ll bring you to tears… RGH”

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“I knew you guys would click. Now you two have fun back there… NGH”

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Benson forces out a barrage of thunderous farts into the handsome dude’s face. Thankfully the guy’s face is muffling Benson’s butt blasts so no one in nearby aisles are hearing this.

I feel sad for the innocent guy, but, oh no. What the hell? I’m getting hard again.

After 5 minutes, Benson lets the guy go. The handsome stranger falls to the ground, unconscious. Benson grabs my hand and our cart and we quickly head to checkout.

As we’re being rung up, we notice a commotion some distance away. A few workers are gathered in front of the aisle where the incident happened. 

“Holy crap, some dude's on the floor down there.” A worker says as he starts down the aisle. He immediately recoils back, covering his mouth and nose with a hand. “Oh, it stinks down there! I think a nearby sewer pipe busted open.”

Benson snorts but covers it with a cough.

As we head back to my car with the groceries, rage starts to consume me. My first chance with a guy and Benson ruins it. 

Once we’re in the car I explode. “What the fuck Benson? Why would you do that? The first guy who shows interest into me, and you ruin it. I shouldn’t be surprised, ever since I came out, all you do is pick on me. I mean it’s obvious you take issue with it. I guess nearly a decade of friendship means nothing.”

“Nicky I-”

I cut him off, never feeling so angry, “Just shut up, Benson! I’m done with you too!”

The drive back is filled with uncomfortable silence. And it follows us into the cabin. Everyone can pick-up on the dark vibes between the two of us. 

As far as I’m concerned, Tommy and Justin are my best friends while Benson's nothing to me, anymore. I let everyone know that I’ll be sleeping on the couch for the rest of the week instead of my room. I accidentally glance at Benson, he looks miserable.

To relieve the tension, Tommy suggests we go bar-hopping tonight. Benson decides to stay here since I want to go. I hate that I feel guilty about that.

We decide to leave at 8 to get something to eat before hitting the bars.

For the next few hours, I make sure to keep my distance from Benson.

The guys hound me about what’s going on, so I tell them. They think I should forgive him, but I’m done with Benson's shit.

Looking pissed, Justin walks off, muttering, “Stupid idiot. I told him to stop these games and lay it out there.”

I’m dressed and walk into the living-room around 7:40. Tommy and Laura soon join me. We’re talking and waiting for the other couple to join us. 

While we’re talking, Tommy suddenly asks, “Hey Laura, guess what I ate an hour ago?” Tommy brings his face right up to Laura’s, opens his mouth, and belches right in her face.

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I’m appalled, Tommy looks pleased with himself, and Laura looks irritated but I can tell she’s trying not to smile. “Thanks a lot, now I gotta go touch up my makeup, dumbass.” She nudges him in the gut, making him grunt, before walking off.

“Why are you doing stuff like that to her?” I ask Tommy, with a furrowed brow. 

Tommy stares at me silently for a moment before laughing. “Haha, Nick this is how us young bros show our affection to people we're attracted to. You know, it’s us basically pulling their pigtails. Haven’t you ever picked on a girl or guy you liked?”

“Never” I answer, clearly affronted.

 My eyes widen when Benson comes to mind. He’s been farting and picking on me for all this time. Is he into me?

As I’m putting this together, Tommy blurts out “Wait, you’re just now realizing that Benson has a crush on you?” He asks, looking shocked.

This can’t be real. I first realized that I was bi because of my crush on Benson. If I’m being honest, even after everything, I still have a crush on him. 

The conversation ends there as the others join us. At the last second I decide to stay here. The others are confused as to why but Tommy herds them out without question. 

They'll be gone for a long time; I need answers from Benson.

I find Benson sitting in a chair, on the back patio, looking at the lake, quietly. 

They'll be gone for a long time; I need answers from Benson.

I find Benson sitting in a chair, on the back patio, looking at the lake, quietly. 

They'll be gone for a long time; I need answers from Benson.

I round the chair to get in front of him. Benson looks up at me, surprised. “What're you doing here? I thought you went with the others?”

Saying nothing, I squat down and lean in, bringing my lips within inches from his. I want to see what’ll happen. Hopefully he isn’t gonna punch me. 

Holy shit! Benson’s blushing. I can’t help but smile. 

I suddenly sit down on Benson’s lap, startling him so much that he…

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Benson’s face reddens more. “Uh, sorry about that. W-what are you doing?”

“Have you been picking on me for so long because you have a crush on me?” I ask directly.

Benson looks guilty as he hesitantly nods. “I’m sorry I went too far. I didn’t know what to say and enjoyed getting reactions out of you. And I’m sorry about what I did to that guy. I was just so jealous, I-”

I cut Benson off, “Just shut up and kiss me. I’ve had the longest crush on you.”

Not needing to be told twice, Benson grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a heated kiss. Benson licks the seam of my lips and I grant his tongue access into my mouth. Damn, this man knows how to kiss.

After intensely making out, we both pull away, breathing heavily.

“Benny, I hope you don't think less of me, but I wouldn’t mind us going further.” I offer, hoping I don't come off too desperate. 

A cocky grin forms on Benson’s lips. He cradles my ass in his big mitts. "Not at all. Nicky. And if anyone tells you otherwise, they're gonna have to deal with my booty." As Benson stands up, while holding me, he narrows his eyes.

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I roll my eyes. "Really?"

He shrugs, "Get used to it. But now I've got work to do. You gave me the go ahead to make this ass mine." He says before giving my ass a smack.

Carrying me, Benson races us to our room and shuts the door with his foot. He tosses me onto his bed and then leaps on top of me, covering my body with his, making me laugh. 

An hour later, we're both sweaty, exhausted, and naked, lying side-by-side in his bed.

I just lost my v-card to my crush and it was amazing. In fact we did it three times in the last hour, and I’m sure we have more in us for tonight.

We’re both panting, basking in the relaxing aftermath. Suddenly, Benson turns onto his side, and presses his naked, bulbous rear against my hip.

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Benson rips a wet-sounding fart on me. I groan as the smell of sex is overtaken by the stink of rotten eggs. 

“Way to ruin the moment, jackass.” I say, making Benson laugh.

“Haha, what? I hope you didn’t think you weren’t gonna be Buttzilla’s favorite victim after this. Quite the opposite. Now that I know you got it bad for me, Buttzilla’s gonna be blasting ya even more.”

“I can’t believe my first ever boyfriend won’t stop farting on me.” I fire back.

The both of us go quiet after I refer to him as my boyfriend. I look at Benson out of the corner of my eye, he has a huge smile.

“Oh, so I’m your boyfriend now?” He teases.

Blushing profusely, I stare up at the ceiling and shrug nonchalantly. “Well, I should gain something after being bullied by Buttzzilla for a year.” I counter.

“Heh, well when you say it like that, I guess you've got yourself a boyfriend. But as my boyfriend you must love the best and worst of me. And babe, here comes the worst.”

Before I can do anything, Benson is suddenly straddling my chest, facing my feet. His mountainous cakes protrude above my face, covering me in their shadow. His knees are on either side of me, pinning my arms to my sides so I can’t resist.

“Benson!” I warn.

“Shhh, Nicky. I promised you my worst and here they come.” With that, Benson sits on my face, drowning me under pounds of doughy ass meat. His fleshy cheeks pour over the sides of my face, consuming my entire head into his sweaty crack.

I give a muffled protest as I feel his pucker against the tip of my nose. 

From above, I hear Benson say, “Damn Nicky, I’ve never farted on someone's nose who was so deep in Buttzilla. As your caring boyfriend I'm gonna wish you luck. FGH… See you on the other side… NGH”

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Benson's lighting up my face with one monstrous fart after another. His skunky fumes have me coughing and gagging. 

I'm feeling so mixed right now. I’m struggling to get out from under Benson's ass, but at the same time, I’m rock hard.

Benson pauses. “Stop struggling Nicky, I know you like this. I’m looking right at your hard-on.” Benson says, embarrassing me. I free my arms and push his ass up, a few inches off of my face. 

“Benny, I don’t want to talk about this.” I plead.

“Fine, we won’t talk about it, but you’re gonna smell this… NGH” With Benson’s ass hovering right above my face, he farts.

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He rips a beefy fart right in my face. His eggy fumes weaken my arms. Benson uses the opportunity to bear his weight down and sits his fat ass on my face again. My face is swallowed back up in between his fleshy moons. And now I feel my lips kissing his grimy pucker.

"You should have told me this floated your boat earlier, baby. You know Buttzilla loves blowing you noxious kisses." As soon as he says this I feel his hole opening and pushing outwards against my mouth.

“Come on babe. Give Buttzilla a kiss on the lips. I bet he’d like that.”

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Benson farts into my open mouth, inflating my cheeks with his raunchy ass-wind. 

“Wow, I better take notes. Seems like Buttzilla’s a better kisser than me.”

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“Wow, I better take notes. Seems like Buttzilla’s a better kisser than me.”

With Benson knowing my secret and not caring, I discard caution and start tonguing his pucker. The salty, pungent taste turns me on even more. Above me I feel Benson jolt and shake, obviously enjoying my tongue.

“Oh fuck yeah, Nicky. Buttzilla feels that you've earned this one for such tenacity.”

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“Damn babe, you’re making me feel good. And Buttzilla’s more than willing to return the favor. HGH… Just don’t hold it against me if you die… UGH”

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Benson rips a 45 second juggernaut of a fart into my mouth as I continue to taste him. The thunderous beast coats my tongue and echoes down my gullet.

This pushes us both over the edge, making us both shoot. 

Benson falls onto the bed, lying next to me, upside-down. We’re both breathing laboredly. The smell of sex and Benson’s intestinal emissions fills the room. 

“That was fucking amazing Benson. Sorry if that was too gross for you.” I pant out.

Benson doesn’t reply verbally. Instead he moves around and then I feel this side of my face sinking into his bare, pillowy booty.

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He pushes out a bassy, rumbling fart in my face to shut me up. 

We have smelly, mind-blowing sex for the rest of the night.

The others return early in the morning, hungover.

It’s mostly just me and Benson with the others out of commission for half the day. Benson doesn’t waste the chance to tease, kiss, and fart on me. Saying things like, ‘Careful Nicky, Buttzilla’s gonna get you’ or ‘Brace yourselves: surprise Buttzilla attack incoming’.

Around noon me and Benson change into our swimming trunks and head down to the lake.

I can see people in the water on the other side of the lake, but our side is empty.

I leap into the water, going under. When I resurface the light is blocked out. I look up. Benson's bubbly ass is falling straight for my face. As it careens towards me...

BBBBBBBBBWWWWWWWW-

Benson's high-flying, farting backside hits me in the face, and we both go underwater. 

I reemerge, coughing up water, and he’s laughing. 

I laugh too, splashing him, “You’re such a dick.”

Benson shoots me an impish smirk, “Come on babe, I ain’t a dick.” He says as he swims to me before spinning around. Benson looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a wolfish grin. “But I am an ass.” Benson closes one eye and grunts.

A slew of bubbles rise to the surface of the water and pop. The air around us is immediately clouded with the stench of digested meat and Benson’s personal brand of butt funk.

I try to swim away, but Benson snickers as he wraps his arms around me, keeping me in the middle of his fart cloud.

I try to complain but Benson starts kissing me.

Our making out is interrupted by an obnoxiously high voice, coming from nearby, on land. “Oh Benson! Oh Benson! Yes! Yes!” 

Tommy and Justin are holding one another, pretending they're kissing heavily, parodying us. 

From Benson’s vindictive grin, I can tell they’re finished. Like a junkyard dog, I set him loose. “Go on, you and Buttzilla have fun."

Benson gives me a kiss on the cheek before whispering in my ear, “Enjoy the show, Nicky. Buttzilla's gonna put on a performance you'll never forget.” He promises, instantly bricking me up. 

Benson flashes me a devilish smile before swimming and then climbing onto shore. He quickly closes in on the two. 

With how Tommy and Justin are pretend-kissing, they can’t keep an eye on Benson, which is a big mistake.

When they pull away from each other, laughing, Benson’s already on top of them. 

Benson tackles them to the ground, on their backs, shoulder-to-shoulder.

He quickly spins around and my jaw drops. Benson’s able to sit his titanic rump on both of their faces, at once. Tommy’s face is buried under Benson’s right butt cheek while Justin’s buried under the left.

Benson winks at me, knowing I'm impressed and turned on.

"Now fellas, you've gone and made Buttzilla jealous. He wants to take part in the lovin' going on over here. Pucker up, gentlemen... UGH"

I’m a very successful financial analyst in the big city. Even though I’m wealthy, I enjoy drinking in gay dive bars in less favorable areas. There's never too many patrons in these bars and I like to drink by myself.

After one and a half beers, I leave. My hybrid's parked a block away. Out of nowhere, I’m dragged into a dark alley and slammed against a brickwall.

I'm pinned against the wall by a man. He’s wearing black basketball shorts and a black wife-beater. His attire shows off his muscular body, intimidating me. His mouth and nose are masked by a black bandana he has wrapped around his face, and he’s wearing a dark blue baseball cap. He's glaring at me with his green eyes.

“Give me your wallet!” He snarls.

Although I’m scared, I notice something. He’s pinning me to the wall with both hands. He has no weapon and I don’t see the indent of one in his shorts.

“You have no weapon.”

He narrows his eyes, “Oh, I'm armed with your worst nightmare. Now don’t test me and give me your wallet.”

I glance down again, seeing no weapon. “No.” 

“Should’ve just given me your wallet.” He growls.

While keeping me pinned against the wall with one hand, my mugger spins around, showing me his back. I look down and my eyes widen. This guy’s sporting a dump-truck ass. He has two thicc cakes stuffed into a pair of shorts that are barely able to contain them. The seam of his shorts is wedged deep in between his bubbly globes; each is bigger than my head.

He backs his ass into me. With him being taller his meaty cheeks press against my stomach. I’m already confused but even more so when I hear him grunting.

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A 6 second explosion erupts out of his ass and rumbles against me. 

“D-did you just fart on me?” I cry.

He looks back at me, over his shoulder. His mouth is covered but I can tell he’s smirking. 

“You tell me. Get a whiff of this bitch!” He pulls his ass a few inches away from me and starts wafting the smell up towards my face.

I gag as the stench of rotten eggs and garlic assaults my nose. It has my eyes watering. 

“Haha, how’s that smell bitch? You could’ve just given me your wallet and I would’ve left. But instead, you chose this...”

He thrust his huge, meaty ass back onto my stomach, and unleashes a barrage of beefy farts.

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“Oh yeah, smell my stink. Still think I’m unarmed?”

He vents one trumpeting fart after another onto me. Each one strong enough to rattle me to the bone. The stench quickly spreads, clouding the entire alleyway with his eggy fumes.

I’m a coughing and retching mess. Breathing in nothing but his farts has me in a haze. 

My mugger releases my shirt and removes his ass. Feeling so weak, I slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the alley floor.

Hearing him chuckle, I notice him squatting down, aligning my face with his bulbous rump. I whimper.

He looks back at me with a cruel glint in his eyes. “Don't give me that. You brought this on yourself.”

WHUMP

He thrusts his ass back, burying my face in his musky, blubbery moons. The back of my head is pressed against the wall so I’ve got no way to escape. His immense amount of ass fat is dominating and smothering my whole face.

“How about a transaction? I’ll take the contents of your wallet, and your mouth will take the contents of my colon.” As I feel him reach into my pocket for my wallet, he starts rocking his ample bum on my face, somehow working my mouth open.

I shudder as I feel his glutes flex and then relax.

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A 40 second typhoon of his noxious ass gas blasts into my open mouth, ballooning my cheeks and poisoning my lungs. 

I’ve never tasted or smelled something so terrible in all my life. My gagging and crying are muffled by his pillowy mounds.

Once his monstrous fart ends, he starts wiping his crack around my face, working it into my pores. 

After a minute of this, he finally frees my face from his ass. I fall onto my side, coughing and gasping for fresh air.

I look up, seeing my wallet lying on the ground, in front of me, and the mugger exiting the alley. Just before leaving, he looks back at me. I can see cruel humor in his green eyes. “Hope you like the smell of my farts because you’re gonna be smelling like them for the next few days, no matter how much you wash. Enjoy, bitch!” He taunts before leaving.

It takes me 5 minutes to stand and retrieve my wallet. He stole the 350 dollars I had, but nothing else. My credit cards and ids are all here.

I make my way to my car and drive home. As I’m driving, I ponder.

The truth of the matter is that I have a farting fetish. True, that experience was frightening, but it also turned me on. That was the first time someone's ever farted on me. I hope he didn’t notice me getting hard.

A normal person would go to the police and never go near that bar again, but not me. No one’s ever farted on me, let alone a hot guy, and I’m desperate for it to happen again.

I used to go to the bar once a week, but now I’m going every other day, hoping to get mugged by him again. I make sure I’m carrying 500 dollars on me. 

In the bar, I just take a sip or two of beer before leaving. For the last two weeks my walk back to my car has been duds.

I get into my car, counting today as another failure. After I shut my door, I’m startled by my passenger side door being opened. The mugger, who’s wearing what he wore last time, gets in and shuts the door. Instead of sitting in his seat, he’s crouched on it with his back facing me.

Before I can react, the mugger’s meaty mounds are already traversing over the center console, heading straight for my face. 

“Hey again, my personal bank bitch. Me and my booty are gonna make another withdrawl.”

WHUMP

Similar to last time, my head is now trapped between his big ass and my car window. His fat cheeks roll over the sides of my face, making contact with the glass, completely entombing my face in his butt meat.

“Yeah, so I’m feeling gassy and trigger happy today, so you’ve got no choice but to whiff up these butt rockets.”

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“Sucks to be you man. My booty is lethal tonight.”

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“Haha, that’s it, keep on struggling. Soon you’ll realize there’s no escaping my fat ass.”

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“When it comes to my fat ass, there's one thing to remember.”

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“You”

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“Can’t”

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“Win”

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My mugger forces a barrage of putrid, eggy smelling farts up my nose. The vile fumes are worse than I remembered, it’s so overwhelming that I can barely move, it feels as if I’m paralyzed. I’m retching and my eyes are watering. Even though I’m suffering, I’m still turned on.

My mugger halts his gassy assault, pulling his ass a few inches away from my face. He pats down my pants, searching for my wallet. When his hand grazes my crotch he pauses for a moment before continuing. 

He finally finds my wallet and retrieves it. 

My mugger whistles as he takes my cash. “Mighty fine donation you’ve brought me. In fact-” The mugger reaches back and pulls down the back of his shorts. I gasp as his fat, fleshy orbs pour out into the open, and wobble right in my face.

“Because of your generous contribution, my booty wants to thank you in person.” He reaches back and spreads his cheeks. He exposes his sweaty pucker, surrounded by a thatch of black hair.

“You’ve got a really nice ride, bud. Sorry that I’m gonna make the interior permanently stink of my swamp ass… NGH”

I watch his ass-lips open and press outwards.

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2 minutes of swampy ass wind, thunders out of his ass and pointblank into my face. It’s so powerful that it blows back my hair and has the entire car shaking. And the paint-peeling stench is unbearable. 

As his fart comes to an end, I watch his pucker close back up just before passing out.

I groan as I wake up, still in my car. My wallet is lying in the passenger seat. I start up my car and see that I’ve been unconscious for five minutes. 

I believe what my mugger said about his fart never leaving my car is true. During the entire ride back home, the stench doesn’t wane in the slightest. 

I jerk-off several times before finally falling asleep. I count today as a success.

It’s tomorrow, and after work I head to the same bar. I take a stool in front of the bar. Besides me and the bartender, there’s two guys in a booth a few yards behind me. 

The bartender heads to the utility closet to get a mop when one of the two, behind me, spills their beer on the floor.

As I sip on my beer, someone takes a seat next to me. I pay them no mind, praying that the mugger robs me tonight. Fuck, I know that sounds crazy.

My thoughts are interrupted as the patrons behind me start coughing, violently. That’s when a familiar, sulfuric stink reaches my nose. 

I look at who just sat next to me. It's him! It’s my mugger, except his mask is gone. I'd know those green eyes anywhere. 

His lips stretch into an impish grin as he narrows his eyes. It’s barely audible, but beneath him I hear…

Ppppssshhhhh

I glance down and my eyes widen. He’s sitting on the stool, leaning a bit forward with his bare ass hanging out the back. His fleshy cakes are as big as I remember.

Hearing thuds, I turn around. The two patrons are knocked out, their heads crashing on the table.

The bartender storms out of the utility closet in a panic. The collar of his shirt pulled over his nose and mouth. His eyes immediately lock onto the bare-ass mugger. 

He walks right up, behind the mugger, with a furrowed brow. “Dude pull up your shorts and get the hell out.” He orders.

Not looking away from me, the mugger’s hand shoots up, grabbing the bartender by the back of the neck. Before the bartender can resist, he pulls him down and shoves his face into his naked, raunchy backside. 

PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMTTTTTTT

He rips a 5 second, honking fart in the bartender’s face. The bartender's body spasms before he falls to the ground, unconscious. I’m now hard and completely alone with this farting demon of a mugger.

Grinning, he reaches over the bar, getting himself a beer and opening it with a bottle-opener. Before sitting back down, he grabs my bottle of beer. I watch as the top of my bottle disappears between his bubbly cheeks. He exaggeratedly scrunches up his face and…

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He vents a 6 second fart into my beer. With a cheeky grin he hands it to me. The neck of the bottle is warm to the touch, and the eggy stench radiates heavily off of it. 

I take a sip and nearly choke on the shitty, acidic taste.

He laughs as I drink it without hesitation. “Haha, for the longest time I couldn’t figure you out.” He starts.

“After mugging you, I watched as you kept returning to my hunting grounds, like you wanted me to target you again. I was worried you were a cop or something. But then why did you let me mug you the first time? So I did it again and figured it out.” He says before glancing down at my crotch.

I blush seeing the slight imprint of my hard-on through my slacks.

He gets up, shooting me a cheeky grin as he turns around. He backs up, sinking the side of my arm into his pillowy booty.

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He rips a rumbly, 7 second fart on me. I’m immediately surrounded in his fart cloud that stinks of digested meat and cabbage. 

He sighs in relief as he rubs his ass against my arm, before setting back down.

“Well, well, well, looks like I found myself a fart-sniffer.” He taunts with a lopsided grin.

Finally finding my voice, I ask, “W-what’s your name?”

He scoffs, “Yeah, I’ve revealed my face, I’m sure as hell not telling you my name, yet. But you can call me Gasser. Bet you know why.” Gasser leans to the side, aiming his butt crack my way.

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I get another lungful of his eggy butt air. 

“Ah, and since I took a look in your wallet, I know your name’s Will.” He adds as he wafts his gas towards my face. “So, how much do you have for me in your wallet this time, Will?”

“800” I respond, making him grin.

“Alright Will, you’ve got a decision to make. You can give me the 800 dollars and I’ll rip a huge fart I’m brewing right in your face. It’ll probably knock you out.

Or option two: we can get into your car and head to an atm, so you can withdraw and pay me 2000 dollars. With that, you can take me to your place and I’ll make sure your entire home stinks of my swamp ass for weeks. And then I’ll sit on your face with my big cakes and fart for an hour. Be warned: even if you start hating it, beneath me, I won’t care; I’m not stopping until the hour is up.

So, what’s it gonna be?” He lays it out for me.

“Option 2” I choose immediately. 

A cocky smirk forms on his lips. “Good choice. Let’s go, I have so much gas I wanna unload on you.”

Gasser turns away from me and slowly rises off of his stool. As he slowly gets up, with his bare ass facing me-

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He rips a long and growly fart, spraying me with his vile, intestinal fumes. 

Like a loyal pet, I follow him out of the bar and to my car. He still has his bubble butt hanging out. His plump moons wobble and clap against each other as he walks ahead of me. He’s also crop-dusting me with trumpeting poots as he leads the way.

When we reach my car, I slide into the driver seat and he into the passenger. He doesn’t pull up his shorts when he gets in. His bare cheeks are on my leather seat.

As I start my car, he breathes in deeply. “Ah, I see my butt stink is still going strong in here.”

“I was supposed to give a friend a ride earlier but he declined because of the smell. He thinks a baby skunk died around the engine.” I confess, making Gasser laugh.

“Haha, well I take that as an insult. No way a baby skunk can produce stink like this… UGH.”

Gasser curls his hands into fists and clenches his jaw.

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Gasser rips a thunderous 15 second fart onto the leather seat. This monster-of-a-fart has the entire car vibrating. Gasser’s face is red but he looks pleased. With a mischievous grin he leans away from me, letting his fumes escape from beneath him, and starts fanning it towards my face. 

I start retching as the stench of raw sewage and garlic hits me in the face like a ton of bricks. It does nothing to deflate my hard-on, in fact it makes me throb. 

“Ah, that was just a taste, if you really want me to gas you out then you better start driving.” Gasser says.

The nearest atm is a block away. I get his money and pay him and then we’re off to my place.

As we drive I speak up. “You know you’re known as an infamous myth to the wealthy. You’re like a bogeyman who robs the rich with his farts. They call you the Butt Bombing Bandit.”

Gasser gives a full-body laugh at this. “Haha, holy shit, I didn’t know that. That’s awesome and an awesome name.”

I shoot him a small smile. “Most think you’re just a myth. I think the rich you robbed are too embarrassed to admit what happened or go to the police.”

Gasser snorts, “That’s exactly what I hoped. Rich people have too much pride. Well all except you, but luckily I can keep you quiet with my butt grenades.” Gasser leans away and rips a squeaky poot, proving his point.

It takes us 45 minutes to get to my place. I live in a big, secluded villa, just outside the city. Gasser is slack-jawed as I lead him inside.

“Still think you can stink out my place?” I tease him as we stand in the middle of my huge sitting-room.

Gasser narrows his eyes and shoots me a cocky smirk that sends a shiver down my spine. “Please, pay me enough later and I’ll give you a show by stinking out every floor of a high-rise tower within 30 minutes. This place and your face, stands no chance against this.” When he says ‘this’ he gives his fat bum, which is still out in the open, a slap making his mounds jiggle.

Gasser walks to the center of the room. As if doing yoga, he assumes the downward dog position. His bare, poison-spewing booty is pointed at the high ceiling.

I hear him start straining.

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“Oh”

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“Ah”

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“That felt good”

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“Damn I’m gassy tonight, hahaha”

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I’m in awe and turned on watching Gasser pump out one thunderous fart after another into my home. The air in my huge sitting-room is heavy with his thick butt stink. It has my eyes watering and my nose slightly running. 

Gasser looks over at me and grins, fiendishly. He turns his bare ass to me, still in downward-dog, and starts backing up, towards me. My eyes widen as I start backing up.

He taunts me and farts as he slowly pursues me.

“Haha, are you starting to realize that you fucked up, fart-sniffer?”

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“That you should be running from the fart storm roaring outta my ass”

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“Or begging this farting god not to make your house uninhabitable”

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“Well too bad because I’m no benevolent god. I won’t give you mercy, only more of this… NGH”

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My retreating stops when my back hits the wall. Gasser backs his ass into me, covering my crotch and lower stomach with his bare, fleshy orbs.

He rocks his ass against me and chuckles. “Hehe, oh yeah, your nose isn’t gonna thank you for not escaping when you had the chance… NGH”

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For the next 20 minutes he keeps blasting me and flooding my home with his endless supply of noxious butt bombs. I’m coughing and gagging, and I’ve never been so hard in my life.

Without a doubt, I’m certain Gasser’s swampy ass vapors have spread throughout my entire property. I’m not sure if it's a trick of the eyes, but there's a slightly green tint in the air.  

Gasser straightens up. His face is red, he's breathing hard, but he’s grinning like the Cheshire cat. 

He takes a deep breath, looking satisfied. “I’m sure my swampy ass funk has dominated every inch of your home, but you also paid for an hour of extreme face farting. And me and my booty always get the job done.”

Gasser grabs me by the shoulders and steers me towards the couch. He shoves me down, onto my ass, in front of the couch. He then tilts my head back so I’m looking up at the ceiling with the back of my head resting on the seat of the couch.

Gasser turns around and backs up, lording his titanic rump above my face. Without a second of hesitation, he drops his fat bubbly ass down, taking a seat right on my face. I grunt from the impact.

My face is quickly swallowed up in between Gasser’s beefy slabs. My nose is pressed against his hole with his doughy cheeks clamped around my face, completely entombing me.

“Looks like the Butt-Bombing Bandit strikes again. But instead of money, my booty’s robbing you of an hour of fresh air, this time. See you on the other side… GGH”

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“MMM, yeah, that’s it… HGH”

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“Smell my nasty ass fumes… FGH”

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“Taste my rank butt grenades… HGGH”

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“Worship my deadly farts!... NGH”

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“Fucking surrender to my fat, godly ass. Because… GGH”

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“YOU”

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“BELONG”

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“TO”

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“MY”

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“ASS… UGH”

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Gasser unleashes a barrage of insanely monstrous farts pointblank in my trapped face. I'm overwhelmed by the acidic taste and smell of sulfur and rotten fish. 

I only last 15 minutes into Gasser’s farting assault before I pass out. But I have no doubt that It lasted a whole hour.

I wake up sometime later in my bed. I don’t know what time it is but it’s still dark outside. And Gasser’s asleep in bed with me. He’s on his stomach, lying starfished in the middle of the bed. I’m using his mountainous, bare rump as a pillow with my legs hanging off the end of the bed. 

Still tired, I rest my face back down on his pillowy bum with my nose nestled between his cheeks. It’s surprisingly easy to fall back asleep even though Gasser farts every 30 seconds in his sleep. 

I’m awoken in the morning by a trumpeting, sleeping fart to the face from Gasser. 

I decide to get up and make breakfast before dropping Gasser off… somewhere.

20 minutes later, in the kitchen, I’m nearly finished cooking when Gasser tiredly shambles into the room. Instead of sitting down at the kitchen table, he walks up to me near the fridge. When he reaches me he wheels around and pushes his ample backside into my lower back.

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 Gasser rips a rumbling, 6 second fart on me that startles me. He reaches back, grabbing my hips with his hands so I can't get away.

After yawning, Gasser says, “Stay right there, I’m gonna mark you with my potent, morning, butt thunder.”

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As I finish making breakfast, Gasser follows, keeping his ass pressed against me, and farting.

Once I’m done we take our seats and eat. I ask him where he’d like me to drop him off and he tells me near the bar is good. 

Once we’re finished, Gasser stands up and walks up to me still sitting in my chair. He grabs the back of my neck and tilts my head backwards. He pulls down the back of his shorts, freeing his jiggling, meaty moons. He turns around and sits his fleshy cakes on my upturned face. 

Gasser starts aggressively wiping his ass around my face until his hole finds my slightly-open mouth. 

“I hope you saved room, fart-sniffer because here comes my signature, morning eggs. FGH… They’re a real gas… NGH”

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A 25 second hurricane of Gasser’s ass wind roars into my open mouth and echoes down my gullet. Once Gasser frees me, I drop my head between my knees, dry heaving on his sulfuric, eggy devastation.

Gasser snickers, “Hehe, I know you loved it and want more. And you’ll get it as long as you pay me.”

Once I gain my bearings, I get dressed and drop him off near the bar. This becomes the norm for us. Almost everyday, he pops up when I leave the bar and comes home with me. There, he farts and farts on me, like the farting god he is. And on some nights, he spends the night. It costs me 2 grand a week; that's basically nothing to me.

I’m starting to catch feelings for him which is a bad thing because I know it's all about the money for him. It's okay; I ignore this feeling.

It’s been 7 months and I’ve paid this gassy, young jock an insane amount of money. And I don’t regret a single cent of it. It’s money well spent.

My friend, who won’t ride in my car anymore, is a college professor of finance. Once a semester, he asks me to come into class so I can talk with his students.

When I step in front of the class and introduce myself, I’m shocked to see Gasser in the front row. With a roll call I find out Gasser’s real name is Gary Waters. I school my features but he’s looking at me, wide-eyed. 

My talk with the class goes swimmingly. Thankfully Gasser, or I mean Gary, does nothing to garner my attention.

Once class is ended, Gary runs out of the room like a bat outta hell. After saying goodbye to my friend, I head to my car. I parked in a secluded lot quite a distance away. It's the only free lot around. 

I’m a block away when I’m pulled into an alley and pinned against the wall by Gary. It’s almost nostalgic. Luckily no one’s around. Today he’s wearing a black cap, a black wife-beater, and gray sweats. 

Gasser looks pissed but I can see fear in his eyes. “Does Mr. Martin know about me mugging the rich? Is he gonna get me kicked out of school? Is he gonna involve the police?” He shoots out a rapid fire of questions.

“Relax Gasser, he knows nothing. I haven’t now or ever will rat you out. I promise.” I call him Gasser instead of his real name, so he can feel like he’s in control.

Gasser relaxes, letting me go. He gives me a shaky smile. “That’s good to know. I was worried I’d have to fart my professor to death, silencing him and showing you what happens to the people you blab my secret to. Afterwards, of course, your face would be headed straight for my big ole booty for several stinky hours.” Gasser teases to lighten the mood. But with my first-hand experience, I’m pretty sure Gasser could fart someone to death. That’s both frightening and hot. 

“Well I’m done with classes for the day, mind giving me a ride to my apartment? Midterms are next week and I need to study.” Gasser shoots me a cheeky grin. “And don’t worry about gas. It’s on me, or should I say, on you.” With a twist of his hips, he presses his bubbly ass against my waist and farts.

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Gasser laughs, noticing that he made me rock hard. “Haha, let’s go. Fart-boxing you in your fancy car always highlights my day.” He teases and winks at me.

After a gassy, 20 minute drive I pull up to his apartment complex, and I’m horrified. The place is dilapidated; it should be condemned. A guy’s puking on the front steps, and an elderly woman is sticking her ass out of a window and twerking.

“What the hell? With all the money you… acquire, why are you living here?” I question.

“I use most of the money for tuition, and send the rest to my mom and 3 younger brothers. This is the cheapest place around.” He says, deciding to be honest with me. 

I shake my head as I drive off, confusing Gasser. 

For the first time, I take control. “You're gonna study at my place. And you're moving this week. Either you can move into a better place, and I’ll pay for it. Or you can move in with me, taking one of my guest bedrooms. Rent-free of course.”

I’m nervous about how he’ll react, but with a side-glance I see him smiling. 

Gasser chooses to move into my guest bedroom. Things change a lot over the next couple of months. I no longer go to that bar since Gasser's here. I no longer need to lure him out so he’ll fart on me. Now, everyday, he’s farting on me endlessly. 

Every morning, before I leave for work and he for school, Gasser farts on me several times. He really gasses me after I make breakfast. He says that it’s his booty thanking me for the food. And I’ve become quite used to being woken up by him sitting his dump-truck ass on my face and ripping a monster fart.

Gasser takes care of dinner since he returns home long before me. He either cooks or orders out. After the first week of doing this, he informs me that he farted on every meal he served me, knowing I'd love that. Since then, he farts on my food right in front of me, every night. Both of us get enjoyment out of it.

When I return home after a long and stressful workday, Gasser takes me to my bedroom and lies me on my back, on the bed. He then climbs on top of me and drops his huge backside onto my face. He’ll sit on top of my face for hours, farting non-stop. He butt bombs all my worries and stress away.

Although Gasser complains I stay firm and pay him an allowance of 10,000 dollars a month. He’s on top of his tuition and making sure his family thrives. I know he’ll be mad but when he graduates, I plan on paying off the rest of his student debt.

With how much I’m paying him, the Butt Bombing Bandit is no more; Gasser has no need to mug the rich. I’m happy about this mostly because I don’t want him getting caught. But another part of me selfishly wants him to fart on only me.

It's difficult but I’m ensuring that we’re nothing more than roommates while he lives here. I make sure neither of us cross boundaries. I don’t want him to feel like he has to sleep with me. 

Gasser is relentlessly testing my self-restraint. I try to stay strong but I’m only human.

It’s been six months. I come home to find the house completely dark and quiet.

“Gasser?” I call as I turn on the lights in the sitting-room.

Suddenly, powerful arms wrap around me from behind. I'm dragged over to the side of the room and shoved into the corner. My assailant is Gasser. He’s keeping me in the corner, not letting me move.

Like a sexy blast from the past, Gasser’s wearing a backwards black cap, a black bandana covering the lower part of his face, and a dingy, unwashed, used-to-be-white jockstrap. I’m slack-jawed and completely hard by what he’s wearing. 

With narrowed eyes, Gasser growls, “I’m done with these games, Will! We obviously like each other but you won’t give us a chance.”

“Gasser, you’re living with me. I don’t want to take advantage of you.” I explain.

Gasser scoffs, “You take advantage of me? Please. We both know who’s in charge.”

Gasser’s demeanor changes. I see a mischievous glint, twinkle in his eyes. “Mmm, maybe I should let the Butt Bombing Bandit come out and play. Looks like he's gonna have to steal what I want. And what I want is you!"

Gasser grabs me by the shoulders and shoves me to my knees. He then spins around, making me gasp. His filthy jockstrap is showcasing his fleshy, protruding orbs. His watermelon-sized globes are huge and smooth with a slight sheen of sweat. 

My ogling is ended as Gasser reaches back and spreads his cheeks, revealing his winking pucker. With the back of my head trapped against the wall, my face has nowhere to escape as Gasser thrusts his gaping crack backwards. 

In an instant, my face is swallowed up by Gasser’s toxic trench. His fat, doughy globes rush over the sides of my head and meet the wall, completely entombing my face in his ass. I can feel Gasser’s hole kissing the tip of my nose.

Gasser’s deep voice rumbles all around me.

“Look what you did, Will? You didn’t give me what I wanted so you brought the Butt Bombing Bandit out of retirement… GGH”

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“You know I won’t stop farting until I get what I want. Surrender to my demands and lethal fumes… HGH”

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“Give in and be mine. You know the Butt Bombing Bandit never leaves empty handed… FGH”

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After ripping another scorcher up my nose, Gasser steps forward, pulling me out of his bubbly ass. But keeping his meaty slabs inches from my face, letting me reply.

“Gasser, I can’t-”

“Lips on hole, bitch” Gasser interrupts, backing up and consuming my face back into his cavern of a crack. 

He starts rolling his hips, working his pucker around my face until it’s resting against my mouth.

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“I should’ve realized you were being noble. That just ticks me off. And you know angering me makes my farts smell worse. So you did this to yourself. Now, suffer… NGH”

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Once again, Gasser pulls me out of his ass, letting me gasp for semi-fresh air, but keeping his butt crack against my nose. 

“Now do you agree to be mine or is this mugging going to continue.” Gasser threatens with a poot on my nose.

Gasser's fumes have me crying and my hard-on leaking. I'm tired of resisting. “Okay Gasser, you win. Fuck, I want you so bad. But if you ever feel like you can’t say 'no' or something, just tell me, okay?” I surrender.

Next thing I know, Gasser’s fireman-carrying me as he charges upstairs. My vision is dominated by his upside-down, bare, fleshy moons as they bounce and clap against each other as he runs.

“About damn time! I’ve been dying to claim this ass for months!” Gasser growls as he slaps my ass, making me yelp. As he races us to his bedroom, he poots in my face several times.

Gasser demonstrates his high-level stamina by fucking me five times that night.

After getting together, things change again, for the better. Gasser loves kissing me in public. And in private, he's constantly making me kiss his fart-spewing butthole, and I love it.

I've learned that Gasser’s very horny. He surprises me often by tossing me onto the nearest flat surface, and railing me senseless. And that doesn't include sex in our bed every night.

Also, Gasser’s constantly shoving me onto my knees. It's a 50/50 chance whether I'm getting a mouthful of his meat or an eggy fart, but I love both.

We’ve been together for a year and I’ve never had a better relationship.

We just saw a late night movie and are walking back to my car. 

We’re stopped by a guy who steps out of the shadowy alley, brandishing a pocket-knife. “Alright cock-suckers! Give me your cash and you’ll get to live.”

Faster than I can comprehend, Gasser knocks the knife out of our would-be-mugger’s grasp, with one hand, and takes him by the wrist. And with the other he grabs him by the neck, choking him. 

No one's around. 

The mugger looks scared, shitless. “Fuck! Are you a cop or something?”

Gasser shrugs with a cheeky grin. “Maybe. Maybe not. Hell, maybe I’m even the Butt Bombing Bandit.”

The guy’s eyes widen. “He’s a myth.”

Gasser’s grin broadens into a wolfish one. “Then lucky you. You get to smell an urban legend, up close and personal.”

Gasser lets go of his neck before tossing a leg over their joint hands. Gasser tugs on his arm, making the mugger fall to his knees and face-plant against his ass. The guy’s entire face sinks into Gasser’s pillowy ass fat, smothering him.

Gasser shoots me a roguish grin. “Never fear babe, me and my nasty booty will always keep you safe.”

Gasser extends his index finger as he starts grunting and straining. His brow furrows and his face turns red with exertion. 

“NGH… This guy's screwed, babe. Pull my finger… UGH”

I’m completely hard and about to pop. Unable to deny his request, I pull his finger, making Gasser erupt.

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