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smellystars · 2 days
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Trailblazing
Credit: @theleomarspt2
“He looks so perfect” I thought to myself as I looked at him
Sebastian and I have become incredibly close over the time I started working in the chemistry department. I was just an undergrad trying to get some experience under my belt and maybe make some money on the side. Sebastian, on the other hand, was a pretty well-rounded PhD student. He was making a good living with his research and teaching, and was pretty well liked within the faculty. And yet, somehow, he decided to ask me out. Of all people that fawned over him this confident stud decided to ask me if I would be down to go on a hike with him.
“how you feelin’?” He asked, the sweat making his biceps glisten.
“Good…” I said, the puffing in my breath betraying and showing how out of shape I truly am.
“Haha wanna rest for a bit?”
I sighed, threw my bag on the ground and proceeded to simply drop onto the floor. After catching my breath and taking a swig of water I took a second to look at the scenery. It was gorgeous, we were not too far from a small stream with a very slow flow.
“Hey, you want to see something cool?” Sebastian asks.
“Sure” I answered. Sebestian’s face lights up with glee as he starts to move towards the stream. Reaching the stream he squats, the water grazing his cheeks. “Ready” he asks with a smile. “Yea……” before I could even finish the word an ear ringing sound exploded from Sebastian.
PPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHRRBBBBBBBTTTTTT
The once slowly moving stream began to fill with bubbles, Sebastian creating his own personal hot tub. Thou a bit away I could feel the vibration of his gas causing small pebbles and stones to jump around. I watched as the stream began to shrink slowly drying out with his minute long quake. The stream now nothing but a barren ditch, no water to be found.
“Did you see that? Impressive right?” Sebastian asked with a hearty smile. I stood up, amazed at what I had just witnessed. “Wow, I’ve never witnessed something like that.” I said. “How can such a hot guy rip ass that strong”, is all I thought to myself as I watch Sebastian flex in the dried stream. He takes a step out raises a leg and let’s rip another loud but shorter fart.
FFFFFFFRRRRRRPPTTT
“Sorry when the gate opens it’s hard to close.”
“Seb how is that possible?”
The proud smirk morphed into a puzzled face at first, but his confidence came back as he smiled.
“You got a superhuman boyfriend, promise I will keep you safe though” He said, with the charming deep voice I was so in love with.
We continued to walk for about 20 minutes, talking about the chemistry department and what each of us were doing in our program. As we walked, Sebastian was ripping burps and farts throughout but seemingly holding back. I am not sure if I should be thankful or not. On the one hand I am in love with how manly he is, his huge biceps, his dark beard, to have a man capable of such destruction was quite a dream when I think about it. And yet, in reality, it was intimidating to think that one fart from him was capable of dying up a creek. Would we be able to share a living space? What if one night he farted strongly enough it shattered the windows? What if nightly the bedsheets flew away from his farts? I guess I was lost in my thoughts and wandered ahead a little bit.
Fffffffffffffaaaaaaaauuuuuuurrrrrppppppppptttttttttt
A loud fart took me out of my trance. I turned to see Sebastian bending over few feet behind me. Though the I turned around within the first few seconds of the fart, Sebastian seemed to want to make it a point how strong he was as he let the fart rip for a little over forty seconds. As the fart went on the leaves behind him were blown, and the pungent smell, something akin to spoiled beans, seemed to envelope us, some birds even beginning to fly away to escape.
“Now don’t go leaving me behind again” He warned with a sweet smile, as he trotted to catch up to me.
He took my hand and said “Hey, I have a little surprise for you. There’s a clearing a bit off the path ahead, we are so close let’s go”.
We walked over about two hundred feet till we reached the clearing. He let go of my hand, threw his backpack on the ground and kneeled. He took a picnic blanket out of his backpack, a couple of beers and he sat down with his muscular legs extended.
“Come on” he said “the ground is comfy I promise”
I followed his lead and laid next to him, he passed me a beer. We started drinking and talking, he would start burping after every swing too, and I think he noticed how excited it got me cause they only started getting louder.
“So…. what’s the surprise?” I asked
“Two in one deal actually” And saying that, he raised his knee to his chest and winked.
PPBBBBPBRRRRBBBTT
“For one I wanna give you a little test you see” He said as his fart made the blanket flutter and the ground shake enough for me to feel it. He proceeds to lead to his left, his round ass facing me now.
BBRPBPBRRBAAPPRTT
“You see you caught my eye since I first saw you walk into the chem department” His fart was strong enough to push back my hair. The smell hit me instantly and I started coughing.
PPPBBPBPBPPB
“I mean look at you pretty boy, you got an angelic face and a cute slender body” Though shorter, this fart packed a punch, enough that it pushed me back a bit. I could also see a cloud of dust and leaves forming as the winds kicked them off the ground. I ended up lying face up, eyes closed at first, but when I opened them I saw Sebastian standing over me. He squats, crotch to bring his face close to mine, a grin drawing across his face.
PPMPMPRRTT
“And I know you like me too, have watched how you watch me” He said flexing. It felt as though I was laying right next to a radiator. “But pretty boys like you can’t handle dating a human with superfarts” He said “You though, you are holding just fine”.
FFPBRRHHTT
He let out one last fart before he stood back up and extended a hand out to me. Coughing, I took it and proceeded to stand up with shaking legs.
“Well you passed your surprise test, and with extra credit too” Said Sebastian as he pointed to my crotch, which betrayed me as it showed my excitement. “So it’s time for your second surprise”. He grabbed my hands into his and looked me in the eyes.
“Know you know what my farts can do….. You still want to go out with me?”
I took a deep breath, his still lingering gas burning my lungs. Through the coughing fit and red eyes I gave my answer.
“Yes. Your volume of gas will take some getting used to but why would I ever give up this opportunity.”
Sebastian brimming with joy, says on thing, “to commemorate this occasion I’ll show you something extra special.” He takes a few steps away and lays on his stomach arching his back, his butt aiming towards to sky.
“I don’t want any clouds, ruining our first pic together.” And with that the loudest and strongest fart I ever experienced erupted out of Sebastian. The trees closest to us bend either their leaves getting ripped off the branches blown in his foul winds. Animals the vacuity scattering from fear of being enveloped by the stink cloud. A force so strong that trees a mile sway from his winds. I look up to see the few clouds in the sky swirly break apart and dissipate into the atmosphere.
Sebastian gets up with a sigh of relief, “ahh, okay let’s take a picture.”
I walk towards him my eyes beginning watering, I steel myself accepting that this is going to be my life from now on. A smile forming on my face. I reach Sebastian and hug him taking a picture in-front of the clear sky.
“I couldn’t be happier”
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gassywill · 6 months
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Camping Fart Slave Training - Part 1
I didn't want to go camping with Joeseph due to not wanting to be in an enclosed space with him for an extended period of time.
We had been friends since school, always around at each other's houses but recently Joeseph started to enjoy teasing me by being gross, farting around or sometimes on me, burping constantly and sometimes making me wake up with his shoe tied to my face.
However, nothing could prepare me for this.
I arrived at the campsite Joeseph stood there, his blonde scruffy hair blowing in the wind and his silky tracksuit bottoms and the tent that didn't look too big.
As I approached I could see the campfire on with a disposable BBQ cooking some burgers and sausages. I went into the tent and set up my side, there wasn't much room in the tent however as I moved something fell out of Joeseph's bag, what looked like a gas mask from the war...
"Mate what the f**k is this?" holding the gas mask in the air, "Oh that's for later don't stress man food ready" Joeseph replied with a beaming smile on his face.
Confused I finished getting sorted and headed out.
It was cold outside so we just sat and quickly ate, the food was lush. Unfortunately, the quiet location wed chosen was ruined by a large rumble in Joesephs belly then a huge fart erupting out of his ass.
He laughed as I companies about the smell, even outside it was putrid. "Don't do that in the tent man we will both die" smiling Joeseph responded, "Oh don't worry I have a solution for that".
I just laughed it off, we chatted some more but then it was too cold to stay out so I headed to the toilet while Joeseph got sorted.
I entered the tent to Joeseph topless, with his tracksuit bottoms still on and no socks, he was laying on top of his sleeping bag and was stroking his dick.
I laid down in my sleeping bag and zipped it up, shortly after a smell started to fill the whole tent, a rancid eggy smell from Joeseph ass.
"F**k man that's rank, you said you weren't gonna do this," I said while choking on the putrid smell that had filled our small tent.
At that very moment Joeseph sat on my chest, looking down at me he smiled and said "Ah yes the solution" he grabbed the gas mask I had seen before holding it up and inspecting it "You see, I want a fart slave full time as my gas has been getting so bad. So I thought you'd make a good candidate"
I started to struggle in the sleeping bag "Mate what?!? Please don't I can't take this anymore" As I finished that sentence Joeseph gagged me with one of his dirty socks. Ensuring I could no longer speak.
He placed the gas mask over my face, making sure it was airtight. He placed his hand over the filter of the gas making me squirm as I couldn't breathe and released it once I reacted "Ah good, no escape".
He then attached a specially fitted hose to the gas mask testing that the same way to ensure it was airtight. He then got off me, on his knees he turned round to show me a zip on the back of his tracksuit bottoms. He unzipped it and attached the other end of the hose to a specially fitted attachment.
The foul smell of his ass shot down the hose and into the mask, filling it within seconds of his musty ass smell.
He then got out some tape and taped it around my sleeping bag meaning I couldn't get out of it, secured into it and secured to his ass. I couldn't even move my hands out of the bag because of his tape.
"Ok, fart sniffer here is what's gonna happen, when we leave this campsite your gonna be under my control forever. You'll want to do nothing but inhale my gas". He said as he stroked my dick.
I thought to myself that it won't happen, how could I love and beg for his farts when they were so disgusting and made me feel ill.
"What I am going to do is make sure that every time I fart I stroke your dick, I want you to think of the pleasure you get down there every time I fart. I am going to make you cum from my gas"
I squirmed again and once tried to reason in my head what was happening. Then it his me, the foul stench, he had farted
I began to squirm from the stench that had begun to fill the mask until the hose started to vibrate and then the sound came to PPFFFRRRTTTTRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
"Oh fuck that felt good," Joespeh said as he laughed loudly "How was that fart sniffer," he said while stoking my dick which was soft.
I was squirming around, the tent shaking. Joseph laughed as he released silent farts continuously into the mask. This was hell.
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sulfursmells · 28 days
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Gas Leak
You arrived at the supermarket to just find a few things, eggs milk etc. what you didn’t expect was to see a six foot hunk right at the top of the aisle you had to go down. You can’t help, but try to look at anything else so he doesn’t see you checking him out. Taking quick glances at him then farting your eyes else where to try and hide your interest. You then bend down to reach something at the bottom shelve squatting in the aisle. As you search through all the items you notice the guy is practically behind you, the back of your head on lvl so the his ass. You turn your head to get a glimpse, as he moves backwards putting your face right between his cheeks. The dude grunts as you are hit with a horrid smell and start to cough. “Woah sorry dude, just wanted to play a joke didn’t mean to give you a face full,but hey you make a good seat and muffle.” He said with your still between in the middle of the aisle. After releasing another more potent fart he finally got off. “Smell you later” is all he said as he walked away down the aisle. You keep coughing trying to come back from the horrible experience and continue your shopping. You enter the next aisle of and are immediately hit by the same smell again causing another coughing fit. You try to escape by going to the next aisle then the next aisle and then the next aisle again the same thing happening each time. Your eyes watering and struggling to breathe you grab your last item and book it to self checkout. As you’re waiting, the air begins to get easier to breathe and your eyes stop watering. You take a deep breath in as the same dude from before slowly walks past you leaving in his wake a silent but deadly that has everyone behind him coughing and gagging from the smell. Your red itching eyes locked onto him as he walks to the front scanning and paying for his items. He then makes eye contact with you walking towards you. “You seem to be fairings better than most here’s my number for when you really want to see what I can do. By the way the names Dustin.” After handing you a note with his number he walks to the front of the store stretching and letting rip one very audible blast before walking out of your sight. You ponder wondering what if this was just child’s play for him. Scared to think what he could do if he really tried to gas someone. “Maybe that someone will be me.”
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like-apollo · 5 months
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Dante and David (Part 2)
 FRIDAY
Dante woke up the next morning with cum in his sheets. 
“Guess I’m doing laundry today.”  David and Dante both go to work that morning as usual.  They know Maria is coming over for dinner tonight and they'll have to play it cool. But David gets a filthy idea while he’s at work. 
When he gets home, David walks to kitchen with groceries in hand.  “Hey Dante.  You cool with tacos and fajitas for dinner?” he gives his son a knowing look, which Dante picks up on. They both smirk.
“That sound great to me."
David changes out of his work attire and and starts making dinner.  Dante helps with the meat as David chops veggies.   Dante finds himself thinking about his dream and his dad’s bare ass.  He was so curious about it - how did it look up close? How funky was it? What does it taste like?  What was gonna come out?
David was still horny from last night since he never got to bust.  Tension was growing in the kitchen.  David feels his stomach rumbling and he clenched his ass, trying to hold it in.  He chops the onions while feeling the gas pushing against his clenched asshole.  It was ready to bust out no matter what.
Dante notices how his dad’s discomfort.  David can’t hold back anymore.  He intentionally steps in front of Dante and backs his ass against his waist. 
PFFFRRRRTTTTTTTTTTFFFF BRUMMPPPRRRRTttSs
David pushes out a long, deep 15 second fart right on Dante’s dick.  This makes Dante hard immediately.  David feels his son’s dick growing and pushing against his hole.  The stench comes quickly and Dante is in a state of bliss. 
“Sorry son I –“
Dante quickly puts his hand over his dad’s mouth, interrupting him.  He grabs David’s waste and pushes it up harder against it.  He leans in to his dad and whispers “Don’t apologize, I want more”.  This pushes David over the edge as he starts moaning, his head falling back on Dante’s chest.  Dante grabs his dad’s firm ass with both hands and starts moving his hands down his pants and rubbing his ass cheecks. 
Both are loving this moment, feeling as though time stopped.  This was all they had right now.
“Dante there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you about… it’s”
David is interupted again when they both hear the front door open.  They shuffle away from one another quickly, knowing that Dante’s mother just arrived.
Maria walks in the kitchen and her bubbly personality fills the room.  “Wow!  Something smells great”.  Dante and David give each other the same look, smirking.  The food was almost ready.
They finish making dinner and sit down to eat.  It’s a nice energy but there’s still so much tension lingering.  Throughout the night, Dante and David lock eyes with intensity. 
Dante notices David adding extra cheese to his fajitas.  He gives Dante a smirk which sets Dante’s dick off again.  He knows what cheese does to his dad’s stomach - and what’s coming for him later. 
As the night progresses, they finish dinner and Maria gets ready to head out. David is feeling stuffed and tense at this point.  He ate too many fajitas and the cheese was not agreeing with his stomach.  His face is scrunched up. 
“I know what that look means” Maria was familiar with David’s habits. 
“Yeah mom, you might want to head out before it’s too late haha”.  Dante was eager to be alone with his dad again.
They all share a laugh and say goodbye.  David walks Maria outside and comes back in.  Dante is sitting on the couch as David shuts the door behind him.  He locks the door as his eyes lock with Dante.  He dims the lights and walks over slowly with a primal look in his eyes.  Dante takes his shirt off and David follows suit.  David is now standing in front of seated Dante, his dick level with his son’s face. 
Dante puts his hand around David’s waste and pulls his pants down, revealing David’s heavy bulge pushing against his white underwear.  Dante strips down removing his shorts and boxers, rsrevealing his hard, 8 inch dick. 
Dante hears David’s stomach rumbling again and he knows it’s time.  He turns his dad around and gets on his knees, face pressed up against David’s ass.  He sees the skidmarks on his dad’s underwear, just like in his dream.
PrRRrrRRRFFfffumppppbroooumppttt
A strong fart busts through David’s underwear and Dante takes it right to the face. 
“Fuck Dante, take that fart.
Dante is moaning now, jerking off his dick.  David starts playing with his own dick as he removes his underwear. 
He spreads his bare ass in front of Dante’s face and starts to sit down.  Dant’s head gets pushed back to the seat of the couch as David’s ass engulfs his face.  His ass smells like sweat, dirty fajitas, and pure shit. 
Dante is in heaven as his dick is getting harder.  David feels his tongue moving around the outside of his hole, as he starts pushing out. 
Prrrfffffummppttt
“Oh Fuck Dante, there you go.”
Dante pushes his tongue deeper into David’s hole, tasting the funkiest parts of his asshole while David strokes himself faster and harder.
Warm air fills his mouth directly from the source.  It echoes down his throat and vibrates as he starts choking.
BRRRRRMMMMMMPPP
BRPPTtttTTT
Dante’s screams come out as a faint moan while he’s buried under David’s ass. He’s close to cumming while his throat is filled with the shitty aroma.  David grabs his son’s cock and leans down to suck on it.  The position pushes Dante deeper into his ass.
BBMPPPRRRRUMPPTttTTtttTsssSs
“Ahhh-uggghhh” – David lets out a strong fart down Dante’s throat as Dante fills his dad’s mouth with his load.  David slurps on his son’s cock and swollows every drop.  He stands up, dick still hard, and turns to see Dante panting to catch his breath after suffocating under the giant ass. 
“Get on the couch, boy.” 
David is still rock hard at this point.  He positions Dante on his stomach and gets behind him, pressing his lips against Dante’s sweaty hole. 
Dante starts getting hard again, feeling his dad kiss his hole, tongue going deeper.  He lets out a few farts in his dad’s face while David strokes himself.
BbbbBrrrRRmmpppTTtT
David taste’s his farts, which brings him to the edge. 
“I’m gonna fuck you tonight.”
Dante spreads his cheeks as dad repositions himself.  He presses the tip of his 9 inch cock against Dante’s wet hole.  Dante lets out a soft moan as his dad’s cock presses deeper into his ass. 
PpppRrumppppppTTT 
He farts on his dick, which makes David press in deeper and give him harder strokes.  With each pump, Dante’s ass talks back on David’s dick.
Prrrrrppptt
PhrruMmtt
PhffrumptTtssSs
PrrumptssSSsSs
His farts were getting wetter and louder as David was on the verge of cumming.  He gave Dante one last deep pump, causing his ass to spill open as a warm, wet fart engulfed his father’s dick.
“Ahhhhh fuck!”
David was cumming buckets inside of Dante.  Dante let fart after fart vibrate around his dick.  They were boath moaning as the remainder of David’s load pumped inside of him.  Dante turned around and looked deep into David’s eyes.  They kissed each other for the first time, and then collapsed on top of him.  They lay there quietly for a few minutes.
“We should probably get some sleep” Dante was exhausted and David agreed.  Dante went to take a quick shower as David cleaned himself off.  David laid down straight into bed. 
Dante came out of the shower and felt like a new man, having finally experiencing his deepest desires.  He laid down in bed that night naked thinking about this new experience.  He wondered if him and his dad would do it again or if it was just a one night thing.  He felt a little guilty for crossing the line and was thinking about how things could change.  He tried to wind down but he couldn’t fall asleep.  He wanted to talk to his dad about all of this.
He got up and walked over to his dad’s room, opening the door slowly.  His dad was sound asleep laying on his side, still wearing the same dirty underwear.
Dante walked over to David and got in bed with him that night.  He laid on his side, feeling his dad’s chest against his back.  In his sleep David wrapped his hands around Dante and it calmed him down. 
A few minutes go by.
Pffrrruuumpppttt
David is farting in his sleep which catches Dante’s attention. His thoughts start controlling him as his dick gets hard again. He slowly releases himself and goes under the covers, smelling his dad’s gas. 
Dante gets behind his dad and pushes his face up against his dad’s underwear-clad ass.  He breathes in the warm funk, feeling high from the fumes.  David let out more farts in his sleep as Dante took each one to the face, breathing in as he caressed David’s torso. 
He falls into a deepthat night with his face buried in his the funky ass.  
SATURDAY
PhhhffbbRRrrrrruummMmmtT
In the morning, David wakes himself up with a warm fart.  Dante is still under the covers, buried face first in his ass.  David wiggles around slowly, causing the smell to disperse over his face.  He puts his hand on the back of Dante’s head and pushes it closer against the crevice of his underwear, feeling his nose press against his hole.
BbrrRrRrumMmpt
Dante slowly comes to conciousness as he realizes he’s trapped in David’s dutch oven. Instinctively, he lowers the dirty underwear and goes in face first, tongue-fucking the dirty hole pressed against his face.
David is moaning but suddenly gets tense.  He feels his hole tighten up and realizes what’s coming is more than a fart.  Dante is still licking the rim of his hole, moving up and down.  He tries to penetrate with his Tongue but David is too tight.
“Dante, you might want to move your head.  I -”
“No dad, I’m gonna take it… No matter what.”
“I have to shit, Dante” David says, feeling more urgency.  He leans forward to get up but feels Dante pull him back from the waist.  He moves David back so he’s laying on his side and pulls his face close again, opening his mouth and surrounding David’s tight pressure filled hole.
David isn’t sure about this but he feels the pressure building fast.  He tries hard to hold it in but the fajitas from last night are coming back with a vengance.
Dante breathes warm air on the hole, massaging around it with his tongue to help him relax.  He feels the pressure around the tight hole as the taste gets warmer and earthier. 
“I want you to feed me.”
Dante knows he’s pushing the envelope.  He knows that once they cross this line, there’s no going back and their relationship would change.  It would bring them closer.  David can’t hold it back anymore.  He feels Dante’s tongue push harder on his clenched hole and he’s losing control.
“Uhnnn… Gaaah”
Brrrhhh-Pft
A low but potent fart releases from his ass.  It’s wet, feels warmer, and tastes like pure shit.  Dante opens his mouth with his lips around David’s hole, feeling the pressure expand.  He’s stroking himself tasting the wet, shitty musk when he feels a new texture slide on his tongue.
David is groaning, with his hand pressed on Dante’s head.  He’s holding it still so he can’t move.
“Here it comes…” David pushes out and a fat log busts slowly past his open hole and right across Dante’s open lips.  It fills his mouth quickly.
“Ughhhh”
Feeling instant relief, he takes a shit down Dante’s throat.  Dante instinctively tries moving his head back, unable to breathe, but it’s locked in by David’s strong grip.
“Yeah, that’s a good little dumpster.  Take daddy’s shit like a man.”
Dante chokes on a mix of David’s gas and fresh shit, which pushes his limits.  He can barely breathe and any air he gets is toxic.   He’s still locked into David’s, ass to mouth, as feels more pressure on the hole. 
“I’m not done yet.”
David sits up and turns his body so he is sitting directly on Dante’s face, locking him down with his legs.  He pushes out a soft turd from his ass and into Dante’s already full mouth.  At this point, Dante his absolutely no control as his mouth is overflowing.
At the same time, he has never been this turned on.  He surrenders his willpower completely.  He feels lightheaded but his dick is throbbing.  David still has him pinned down against his shit-covered hole but he needs to breathe. Slowly but surely he swollows it all down. He pants heavily into David’s ass.
“Good work baby boy.  Now wipe for daddy.”
David starts rubbing his hole against Dante’s face leaving skidmarks across his nose and around his beard.  David is stroking his own cock as he leans forward and sucks, causing Dante to moan with intense pleasure.  Dante cleans his hole with his tongue again as his cock is throbbing in David’s mouth. 
“Mmmmmhhhmmm.  UGH I’m gonna bust.” 
Dante shoots a thick load down David’s throat with a loud moan.  David keeps sucking until every thick drop of cum is out, which has Dante on the verge of screaming.  David gets up, releasing Dante and turns around to face him.  He gives him a deep kiss, with a mix of Dante’s cum and David’s shit spilling into each others’ mouth. 
David is stroking himself harder and his breathing gets shorter.  Dante moves his head down while David’s stroking himself and he wraps his lips around David’s member.  David thrusts his cock down his son’s throat, still wet and dirty from their kiss.  His balls tense up and he pulls out, shooting a heavy load across Dante’s face and chest.  Ropes of thick cum cover him while David is panting until he collapses on the bed. 
Dante laid there next to David, knowing this was just the beginning of his new life as a fart sniffing dumpster.
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lifewithdavefarts · 15 days
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DaveFarts - Episode 29 “Ripped Ripper” [Episode List] Dave’s gym is closed due to maintenance so he decides to do some working out at home. Lazy Tim doesn’t want to join him, but Dave knows how to make things more… interesting for his kinky bro.
POV: Tim
Ripped Ripper
Another lazy Sunday evening, a great reward after a busy week like the one both me and my friend/roommate Dave just had. I was in my bedroom minding my own business, reading stuff on my laptop, listening to some music: perfect pre-Monday night for a guy like me, now 30, too tired at the idea of doing something that demands a bit more commitment than, well, this. I even closed the window shutters this morning so the Sun couldn’t bother me with its very inappropriate life-bringing light.
Luckily, Dave is a fellow lazy man, so I know I have a good roommate when it comes to just chilling in silence, without even interacting, after a long week. I’ll ask if he wants pizza though, least I can do for not, well, not making up any plans for tonight.
“Babe, come here!”
Speak of the Devil.
I heard my bro from his room, next to my own. I know him, he probably didn’t even need me for anything important, as his voice had that tone he uses to mess with me (and our other buds) like the idiot prankster he sometimes can be.
“Here I come.” I replied, very maturely putting a lot of emphasis on that last word.
I… took my time to actually go on check on him, ‘cause I liked the song I was listening to. Once it was over, I managed to get up, almost tripping on my own sweatpants and slippers somehow.
I walked to his room, knocked a couple of times on the door, which was open, and looked at him with the most bored expression I could muster. 
“You rang?” 
Faint rock music was coming out of Dave’s smartphone on a desk while he was sitting on his bed. He was wearing a blue t-shirt, a pair of grey basketball shorts, and sneakers.
“Not interested.” I then said, walking back to my room.
I heard Dave laugh and then his own footsteps right behind me. He grabbed my left arm and pulled me back to his room. I didn’t fight back ‘cause I know I couldn’t; not because of Dave being strong or anything but because I knew he won’t leave me alone the whole evening.
“Not gonna let you dump me for the fourth time this week.” he said.
“I said I’m not interested.” I replied.
He let me go, sat again on his bed and looked up to me.
“No, you said you wanted to exercise.”
“…eventually!”
“You didn’t say ‘eventually’, you said ’next week’.” He got up and patted my shoulder. “Come on, give it a shot.”
I sighed, defeated, but I still wanted to slip my way out of that situation in a way or another.
“I already tried the gym with you once and I got bored pretty quickly.”
“Oh shut up, you stopped showing up because you were too busy crushing on that hot guy, so much so you got too afraid to work in with him.”
I looked at him with a puzzled look, pretending to have no idea of what was he talking about.
“Also I’m way hotter than him and I’m very offended by your poor taste.” he joked.
I rolled my eyes in response, even though, yeah, I do think Dave is quite hot, regardless of my kink obviously.
“Look.” I said. “I just don’t feel like it today, I hav-“
“I have to work tomorrow” he completed my sentence, also doing a very poor imitation of my voice. “So do I, man. It’s not even 4:00 PM. The Sun’s still up. Do you even look outside of your window sometimes?”
I literally shook my head in disbelief.
“Wait, what?”
I sincerely thought it was, like, almost dinner time. Maybe Dave’s got a point, after all.
“…maybe you’re right.”
I noticed a small exercise mat on the floor by Dave’s bed; I simply sat there, waiting for my friend’s instruction.
“Alright, lead me to a healthy life of wellness where I don’t trip on my own slippers.”
“Well you’re in the wrong place!” Dave excitedly said, in a bit of self-irony since he’s not super fit himself, but he’s better than me at this no doubt.
The room was big enough so the two of us could lie on the floor. He pretty much lied on his back next to me as a way to “guide” me through the first exercise, one I was actually familiar with: crunches.
“Should I do some warm-up first?” I asked.
“Yeah, you should have, but since you’re right here just… give it a shot. It’s not like you’re gonna die.” He placed his hands on the back of his own head, starting the exercise. “…I think.”
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Even though the fact that I’m into farts and that my friend right here constantly blasts me should be the most embarrassing thing about myself, my performance during this first, relatively easy exercise was definitely more painful to watch: I couldn’t even finish a set (around 20 crunches), while Dave was humiliating me. I struggled so much and felt pain in my chest for some reason; I was already sweating and panting.
Not even 5 minutes in and I already wanted to quit.
“Yeah.” I managed to say, lying on my back, as my bro kept crunchin’. “Not my cup of tea.”
“The hardest part is getting started.” he commented.
“Wow. Thanks Master.” I replied, sarcastically.
He stopped mid-crunch, and turned to me, looking me at funny.
“Tim, blasting you with my farts doesn’t make me your Master.” he said, with a mocking tone.
I instantly sat back up as if I woke up from a nightmare. 
“What the fuck.” I turned to him, as he resumed doing his crunches. “Where did that come from?!”
“It’s fine bro.” he kept teasing me. “You can keep calling me ‘Dave’ if that’s fine for you.” he laughed.
Hearing my straight friend just casually making references to my fart kink, let alone the fact that he constantly face-farts me, will always be wild to me, like a fever dream. And also insanely hot, dammit.
“Is this because I suck at doing crunches?” I asked, not very politely.
“No, it’s because you’re already giving up.” 
“It’s just…” I sighed. “That’s just my thing bro, sorry. But thanks for trying to help, really.”
I lied on my back again, defeated, as Dave kept exercising. I could sense my friend looking at me, probably with his usual smirk, completely unfazed by me moping around, exhausted.
“Well… maybe I can do something to make things a bit more interesting for your lazy ass.” I heard him say, finally breaking the silence.
A silence that soon became a distant memory as the sound of Dave’s sudden, loud fart shook the entire room, easily surpassing the faint rock music coming from his phone. I’m used to my bro’s blasts and trust me, they are almost always loud, but this one felt even stronger somehow. It was also, but that goes without saying, long, like 9 seconds long. 
As ridiculous as I may sound… I had to see it. 
I sat back up one more time so I could get a good view and I saw Dave still lying on his back, one leg up to ease the blast out. How the grey fabric of his basketball shorts could endure that stream of gas is a mystery to me. His eyes were closed: he had the facial expression of someone surprisingly struggling to keep that blast going, a sign that he was holding that gas in for a while, which is unusual ‘cause my friend usually can rip monstrously long and loud blast with relative low effort.
Whether the case… that was a very hot sight, the tent I pitched in my sweatpants being the undeniable proof.
As the fart kept going, Dave lifted his left leg even more, as if there was a recoil, making it even louder.
The fart lasted around 14 seconds and my friend let out a quick sigh of relief as he ripped one last toot out. That sounded (and looked) more exhausting than me trying to do crunches.
The teasing bastard winked at me, ‘cause he knows how to press all the right buttons of my fetish.
“You know what I’m capable of…” he said. “Now imagine my skills, like, powered up by protein shakes.” he laughed and let another loud, but shorter (around 3 seconds) toot out to prove it, not that he needed to, as his farting skills are always jaw-dropping.
Still, he’s a teasing bastard.
The scent of his ass polluting the room reached my nose and I coughed a bit for how rancid that was.
“Are you seriously… bribing me with farts?” that’s a sentence I just said, fuck my life.
“Maybe.” another quick toot followed. “Is it working?”
“I’m going to punch you.” 
“Can’t finish a set of crunches and he wants to punch me.” he laughed. “Pissing you off is so easy bro.”
“I’m not pissed off.” I wanted to clarify. “You… you’re just making me hard.”
Even though Dave knows about my kink and fully accepted me, I still have a hard time letting him know that his farting skills (and teasing, nonetheless) never fail to give me a massive boner.
Dave looked at me funny, faking a serious expression. Then let out another loud rip in response, around 4 seconds long. Why do I even worry…
“Of course.” I simply said, too embarrassed to even look at him though.
As usual, he didn’t care, and only found my awkwardness hilarious. Disgustingly hilarious.
“It’s fine… at least you tried.” he then said. “We’ll give it another shot tomorrow.” 
I turned to him, appreciating the encouraging words.
“Still.” he said, adjusting his position. “I’m still gonna need a spotter to count those.”
“Yeah.” I nodded, without thinking. “I can do that.”
He let out an evil cackle in response, with that smug, hot smirk drawn on his face.
“So, what are we counting? Pushups? Crunches? Stars?”
I remained seated on the floor as Dave stood up, easily towering over me. He looked down to me and I, silly me, realised too late where this was going, even though I should have known.
“Who said anything about pushups and crunches?”
My gassy friend turned around and, simply put, sat full weight on my head as if it was a stool, his very gentle way to force me to lie down, with yet another loud toot thrown into the mix for good measure, one that I could properly smell this time.
The protein shakes are a powerful fuel and the scent reminded me of rotten eggs, which made me cough again as I lied down, letting my bro’s ass crush me.
However, that didn’t happen, not as violently as I expected at least. Dave’s ass was actually hovering only inches from my face; he could easily simply sit on me and let his ass roar but for some reason he didn’t.
“One.” I heard Dave say.
A fart quickly followed, loud, high pitched and wet-ish. I had to close my eyes as I literally felt the rancid gas erupting on my face, the thin grey fabric of Dave’s basketball shorts being the only thing separating me from his raging anus.
After a couple of seconds, the fart ended, and my bro got back up, but he wasn’t done at all. He let me took some breaths of (relatively) fresh air, only to bend his knees again mere moments later.
He was squatting over my face, basically, his ass barely tickling the tip of my nose.
“Two.”
Yet another impressive fart, the stench adding up to what was left of the previous one. Things were already getting too exhausting even for my trained nostrils: this is why I should never leave my room again.
But as much as I could “hate” what was happening, as Dave’s ass roared all over my face, my boner only got harder. My bro is not the hottest man in the world but he is quite hot and having a guy like him blasting me so effortlessly, no strings attached, will never cease to amaze me. 
I was definitely enjoying the sound more than the smell however, which made me feel like I was drowning in a sewer.
“What the fuck did you put in that protein shake, man?!”
I managed to ask, my voice being almost nothing compared to the loudness of the fart Dave was still ripping all over me. However, he did hear me, as his ass “bounced” a bit over my nose, a sign that he was laughing like the jerk bully he sometimes can be.
After a total of 12 seconds I was greeted with newfound silence and my bro got up, but before I could do or say anything or, you know, breathe, he squatted again.
“Three.”
Another loud rip, this time shorter, about 4 seconds, but still extremely dangerous stench-wise. Also, those were getting wetter and wetter. The sweat dampening Dave’s asscrack through his grey shorts didn’t help at all and only made the fart wetter and the stench stronger.
My bro’s ass went silent and I quickly asked a simple question.
“How many squats are you planning to do exactly?”
Dave laughed in response, as usual. “You tell me, it’s leg day.”
The second part of his answer was him squatting again on my face, this time making sure to crush my skull. He then made sure to shove down my throat and nostrils another powerful, protein shake-powered blast.
A wet one, a fully wet one, but Dave was a pro, so I knew it was just very nasty gas. Still, a good challenge to test the limits of my already disgusting kink. The blast was so powerful it made droplets of sweat from his ass rain all over my face: whether Dave was sweating because of the squats or the endeavor of pushing such big farts out I shall never know.
What I did know, is that after 9 seconds, Dave got up again, and at this point I couldn’t even remember what pure oxygen tasted like as not only my face, but the entire room was now basically engulfed with gas.
Dave instead, towering over me, proudly took a deep breath, showing off his muscles (which wasn’t a lot, but he definitely looked ripped when compared to me) and then stared down at his victim.
“And you wanted to quit.” he stated.
I couldn’t even come up with a proper comeback because his ass was already in my mouth, hastily erupting yet another fart, one I could actually taste.
He kept squatting on my face, repeatedly, each time ripping a fart, a loud wet rip, each time sweating more and more. My friend was wearing a pair of grey basketballs shorts but all of that sweat made his asscrack completely visible, basically proving he went commando for some reason, which also meant that there was basically nothing between me and the sheer force of Dave’s anus.
My bro farted so many times in my face over the last months I couldn’t even count it, but things rarely got this… filthy.
I got my face soaked wet in sweat which wasn’t even mine, but rather from Dave’s ass, fart-scented and fart-flavoured sweat; kink or not, my limits were being tested here.
And apparently, Dave’s job is completely ignoring such limits.
For his 20th and final squat, he just completely sat on my face, spreading his legs wide, so my nose could easily fit in his sweaty, ripe asscrack. He wiggled his ass as if he was wiping the sweat off of it using my face, and then I felt him push.
Bubbles, that’s how I can describe it. That display of flatulence was as wet and disgusting as you imagine, a mix of gas and sweat engulfing my nose and nostrils, making my entire head shake, so rancid I could smell it without even breathing in. 
The fart was so thick I could taste it and my eyes were burning for all that gas.
I feared that Dave’s limit were also being tested here, given how wet that fart was; but no, it was just terrible, terrible air coming out from his sweaty ass.
After almost 20 seconds of torture, I was done.
The sewer comparison I made before was now in full effect: truth to be told, I couldn’t take it anymore, I was drowning, suffocating, and I wanted to get out of there, I needed air, like actual air, oxygen.
Mustering all the strength I have in what passes for “muscles” in my arms, I managed, not without struggle, to actually push Dave’s roaring ass away from my face, which actually surprised him as he tripped over.
I coughed my way to freedom and took deep long breaths. The air in the room was still filthy but it felt like pure fresh air compared to the source, the depths of my friend’s ass who, in the meantime, actually stopped farting. I remained there, lying down, wondering how I could even survive those blasts.
Despite being disgusted, pre-cum leaked from the tip of my hard cock, so I guess this wasn’t beyond my limits after all. 
As I kept trying to clean my nostrils by taking more deep breaths, I heard Dave, lying next to me just like before, slow clapping, as if he was some kind of villain of a heist movie being (falsely) impressed by the heroes.
I scolded him with an annoyed glare. “What the fuck are you doing now?”
“Not bad for a first day, huh?” he simply said, with a smirk. “You managed to lift me, that’s impressive.”
“Those were my survival instincts kicking in.” I remarked.
I lied down, exhausted, staring at the ceiling, Dave doing the same. I could once again hear the faint rock music coming from his phone on the desk: good, I was afraid today’s ass-thunders made me deaf.
“I wanna try again tomorrow.” I admitted. “No farts though.” I quickly added.
He laughed. “I’ll see what I can do.”
We remained silent for a few moments, as I tried to ignore the massive boner I still had.
“Look at us.” Dave said. “Covered in sweat, panting. It’s like we just had sex.” he joked.
“You wish.” I replied.
A few more moments of silence, a silence that Dave broke one last time by doing a deft leg-lift to rip a quick, loud, wet toot.
“Told ya it’s leg day.”
The End
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kipercrow · 5 months
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More media needs Road trip farts
You're telling me they're all in the same car for long periods of time and not farting??
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pumpkingas · 4 months
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Omgg someone mentioned somebody wearing a gas mask and farting??? And I remembered this imagine I started writing and hhnnngnghh uhh female reader, male fart-er, he's a plumber oc but no scat 👍
Imagine you've got a problem with your sink, you call the landlord and they give you the number for their recommended plumber. It seems suspiciously cheap but hey what's the worst that could happen, you expect the plumber to come in a few days however you get a notification that he'll be there in a few hours. You quickly tidy up and get dressed and as soon as you're done he knocks on the door, you say hi and try some small talk but he just shows you a paper about what you called for, and when you nod he pushes past you towards the kitchen. 
When you turn around you notice the tube in his gas mask wraps around his body, and stops at a hole sewn in his pants on the right side of his ass. His quite large ass that stretches his coveralls tight. He stands at the sink, turning it on and off as well as leaning forward like he's listening for something. He turns the water off and squats down, at this he farts, a couple of noisy little bubbly ones, you blush a little expecting an apology or some sort of unease but he just takes a deep breath and sighs audibly. He clenches his cheeks and reaches under your sink, moving some cleaning products and paper towels out of the way.
"Sorry I thought you'd take longer…" you mumble, he grunts in response and carefully sits some of your larger containers on the floor beside him. In this position his coveralls look even tighter against his plump ass, as he leans back and forth his cheeks jiggle from the slight freedom before they're confined once more. He's fooling around with some pipe, seeming to be removing it. And his chubby but firm abdomen stretches as he twists his torso, his coveralls wrinkling in a new way. A slow low hiss is heard and at first you assume it's your sink, but it quickly grows in volume and bass, sliding silently through his cheeks before emerging loudly with a pop, it sounds greasy and makes you wonder if he wears undergarments beneath his uniform. He sits still for a moment, stopping his work to take a long deep breath, his large body shakes in pleasure and you begin to feel embarrassed. He seems completely confident in his behavior, even though you know how odd it is you can't bring yourself to stop him. 
"You don't have to watch." He states flatly, his voice is monotone though it doesn't sound rough in the slightest, you think for a moment he could be embarrassed but that quickly fades when he passes gas once more. It seems like just a simple statement, not a request or a question, and you really don't want to walk away. Not because you fear he'd rob you or try to hurt you, but simply because you cannot look away. His demeanor is strange, his actions stranger and his clothing strangest! Nothing's going to make you move from this spot until your sink is fixed. He seems perfectly content with your silence, working quietly, patiently like a complete professional. You can't really see what he's doing with his hands, but you can see how his butt clenches and his hips twist when he feels himself about to emit more hot gas, his stomach squeezing together making his farts even louder than they need to be. 
It seems that he likes the sensation of his burning hot gas against his crotch, and his low whimpers confirm that. He'll arch his back, hiss out a long sbd and tense his thighs, moaning and making small sounds throughout the whole thing. You can't help but squirm, it's gross! Completely and utterly gross yet there's something so erotic about all this. He's a stranger, humping your sick as he huffs his own farts. A full blown pervert, though by the way you lean against your counter; getting comfortable as you watch, maybe you're no different.
“It's really wet….” He states, voice muffled by his mask. You jump and uncross your legs. 
“What is?” You ask hurriedly. He arches his back like a cat and lets out a deep rumbler. His sigh afterwards is orgasmic.
“These boards right here,” He waves you closer and you slowly unglue yourself from the counter, sliding towards him and taking short breaths. Once you're beside him there's a putrid though faint scent, it seems that tube contraption connected to his mask is quite foolproof. He points to the bottom of your cabinet and you nod. 
“Might need to replace that…” He sighs, splaying his hand across the torso of his coveralls and pushing out a bubbly fart. “Or else, it might…” He takes a deep breath, more focused on huffing his gas than talking to you. “Start to mold.” He stands up and you note the way he towers over you. You back up and return to your space against the counter. 
“Was just a small blockage, try to make use of your garbage disposal more often.” He explains, handing you a bill for his services. You show him to the door and check how much damage your wallet is gonna take, but it seems like an hour of his time only costs as much as a bag of grapes. So maybe you'll excuse his behavior, and definitely not because you liked it.
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fartstoriez · 2 years
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gassy dad: bed time
You walk upstairs thinking that you should go to bed as it’s late, you get into bed and drift off for awhile
You wake up suddenly to a nightmare and slowly open your dads door to see if you can sleep in his bed. As you walk over to his side about to tap his shoulder you get a strong whiff off eggy farts which makes you leak, you tap him on the shoulder and ask him if you can share his bed. “yeah sure, but i am a bit gassy if that’s ok?” he asks. You nod excitedly.
You slide into bed and put your face under the covers ready to smell those pungent farts.
PFFTTTOPPOPPT!
A massive watery fart leaks from your dads bubble butt, your cock gets so hard it touches his butt cheek. “what is that touching me?” he says grinning. “Uhmm nothing” you stutter. He grabs you cock pushing it in between his cheeks and holds it there.
PFFFFTPPPPOP!!!!
“fucking hell that’s felt good, you liked that son?” he said. You nod.
After awhile when you find he’s asleep you slowly sneak under the covers further pressing you face near his giant butt.
PFFFTPLPOPFTTTFFTFOL!!
A 13 second wet fart ripples out of his butt makes you cover the sheets with cum. He wakes up and presses your head into his butt firmly and farts another 3 times, the last one was so wet a bit of shit came out.
He ran to the bathroom dragging you with him and locking the door behind. He sat down on the toilet pushing your head in between his hairy thighs.
PFPPPLFFTLPLALPLFFFT!!!!!
The pungent smell fills the room while you start coughing. “Mmm, you liked that son?” he said. you nod while sniffing the eggy stench.
You get back into bed with your gassy dad and hold you face into his smelly butt.
PFFFFFFRPLPPPP!
PPPPPFFFTTTRPLPPPPOPRR!!!
Two extremely wet and bassy farts leak out of his butt leaving you in his gas for the rest of the night.
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gatzilksis-2 · 2 years
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Today's Holiday 1
July 18: World Listening Day
A male flatus fiction
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I was awake, but I didn't want to open my eyes. I was warm and comfortable with the entire down comforter wrapped around me.
Michael stirred next to me. He was my entire world. We were only six weeks into our relationship, but it felt like I had always known him.
I opened my eyes if only to see my favorite view. Michael ran hot, and he never covered up with even a sheet. His tan, toned torso was sprawled across his two pillows, every inch of him close to perfect.
A pair of tight, white briefs were stretched over his bubble butt, leading to thick legs ending with attractive, big feet. But the ass...it was my favorite part of him. Well, it was one of my favorite parts.
Michael grabbed his phone from his nightstand and brought it to his face. His brown eyes blinked in the phone light, and a smile broke through his black beard. "Oh, fun! You know what is?"
"July eighteenth?" I rolled over and left a kiss on his shoulder.
"No! Remember I downloaded that app? 'Every day is a holiday'?"
I yawned. "Oh yeah. What's today?"
"World listening day." Michael's eyes developed a mischievous spark with his smirk. "So listen..."
I smelled it before I heard it. Michael made eye contact as his silent fart rose to a whisper. It got louder and picked up speed as it went on. Michael pushed his ass further and further into the air, and the fart crescendoed in a great boom.
It smelled like it always did, like hot, decomposing death. Michael produced some of the smelliest, most epic farts ever, aided by his digestive issues with bread, dairy, red meat, and anything green.
"Damn, baby." I coughed twice and laughed. "That smells so bad."
"You love it." Michael slid out of the bed, his great booty jiggling as he stepped to the mirror by his dresser.
"You have a boner from your own fart," I laughed, noticing the growing lump under the white fabric. I traipsed to the mirror behind him.
"You don't?" Michael's head turned, and I couldn't tell if he was serious or not.
I had managed to hide my fart fetish from him so far. His gassiness and willingness to rip had caught me off guard, but eventually I came to learn he got off on doing it as much as I did hearing it, smelling it.
But nothing made me more nervous than revealing that secret.
I reached around him to collect the bump in my right hand. He closed his eyes and exhaled. "Stay there."
Michael ripped a deep, loud fart and pushed his ass into my crotch. He farted again, a smaller one. The thick smell drifted straight up to my face. I blinked at its intensity. It was the perfect time to say something.
I backed down. "Damn, baby! That's so freaking bad! It's Listening Day, not Smelling Day."
Michael chuckled as he walked away from me, grabbing his phone again. He read the screen, and his gaze lifted to meet my worried expression. "What is it?"
"National Daquiri Day." Michael shrugged. An anti-climax. He looked back to the screen and then back up, falling into hysterical laughter. He held up the phone to me.
I leaned close: Stick Your Tongue Out Day. I shook my head with a laugh, and I couldn't help blushing. "You better not."
"I'll let it be a surprise." Michael grinned and kissed me, amused and so proud of himself.
His farts still hung in the air. I couldn't keep lying much longer, especially if he had nefarious plans.
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smellystars · 22 days
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Game Night
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Jonathan did not want too eat too much before he arrived at his friend’s apartment to watch the game, but he was hungry enough he could not hold back from stopping at the pizza shop downtown for a quick bite.
“I’ll have two peperoni slices and canned soda please” he told the cashier, a skinny young man behind the counter. 
“Wanna add a dessert? Our cheesecake is pairs well with it”
“Ah why not, I will have that too”
The cashier put on gloves and put the two grease slices on a paper plate, grabbed a prepackaged cheesecake from a fridge from under the counter and handed it over along the can of soda to Jonathan, who thanked him and after paying hurried to an empty table to gobble down his food and head to his friend’s place quickly. He then munched down on pizza slices, the grease slobbering around his lips, swallowing a lot of air as he seemed to be eating quicker than ever before. Not feeling the need to be patient, he opened the cheesecake box and proceed to devour it as well, occasionally washing it down his soda.
BBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPP
A loud burp announced that he was down with his meal, loud of enough for the cashier to hear it. Suddenly the delicious smell of pizza got overpowered by the smell of Jonathan’s belch, and as he got up to leave he looked over at the cashier, who had a disgusted face and was covering his nose. 
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As he was about to enter his friend’s apartment, he felt a growl in his stomach, which had been giving him trouble ever since he left the pizza place. The didn’t even need to knock when Edgar, his friend opened the door with a concerned look.
“Bro how did you know I was here”
“That loud ass growl you made, are you okay?”
“My bad, my stomach is acting up a bit”
Jonathan made himself comfortable in the living room with the three other dudes who were already there. As time passed and they continued watching the soccer match, his stomach problems made themselves known with loud a rumble in his belly and strange, sharp pain radiating through his nave. Jonathan’s face went from red with embarrassment to pale in discomfort and sweat droplets began forming on his forehead.
“Dude are you good?” asked Leo, one of his friends teasing him
“Yes…. just gassy” Jonathan answered, fighting to keep the storm in. 
“Dude let it rip, you know I do it all the time” replied his other friend
“Dude not in my living room” responded Edgar
The conversation devolved into his friends teasing one another, debating on who farted the most on the group and joking around who was the grossest, that was until Jonathan interrupted.
“Sorry bros”
“Hahaha, Don’t sweat it dude, it was not even lou-......YO WHAT THE FUCK!!!”
The smell of raw sewage assaulted everyone’s nostrils, Jonathan himself jumped off the couch coughing, Edgar and Leo following soon after. One of the guys who was sitting on the chair next to him covered his as they watered up from the stench. 
“FUCK I CAN”T HOLD IT” Jonathan screamed. He was embarrassed for sure, but the buildup was so bad he had no choice but to let out a beast of a fart.
PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
A 20 second roar exited Jonathan’s asshole and roared throught the apartment, it was loud enough for the neighbors to feel their wall vibrate and the sound to echo through the hallway. The gas contaminated the apartment, Jonathan’s friends gagging on the stench, even Edgar and shocked at the horror taking place. 
Jonathan could feel how the fart made his shorts reverberate. Holding on to his belly and with a pained expression he sat down on the couch from the exhausting of pushing out such a huge fart, but his gas wasn’t done just yet. 
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Jonathans cheeks gave way to a second, 40 second eruption whose smell now had a hint of rotten eggs. His friends who were trying to make it to the door fell to the floor gagging. The stench began to seep into the halfway and into the apartments on the floor. Unsuspecting people in their homes we looking for the souce of the stench, was it something spoiled in the fridge? The trash left uncovered?
Back in Edgar’s apartment, Jonathan squirmed in pain on the couch as one of his friends managed to open the door, but it was too late, as soon as they opened the door they all collapsed unconscious to the ground. But with the open door the gas now had somewhere to escape, flooding the hallway.
The gas in the apartment was not the only one wanting out. Jonathan could feel the gas in him pushing out for an exit. Bringing his knees up to his chest he allowed for a third blast to exit his rear.
PRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
A loud boom, almost a minute in length, and with enough power to undo the fabric of the couch and to make the walls and the floor shake. Many people ran out of their apartments only to immediately fall to ground coughing as they were greeted with the foul stench of the hallway. The gas exiting through Jonathan’s rear continued to fill the hallway, seemingly pushing out all the oxygen and beginning to move into the other floors. 
There was more gas trapped inside him, Jonathan could feel it. Keeping his knees close to his chest, he moaned as the huge fart approached his rear exit. 
PRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
Nearly four minutes long, and with enough force to shake not only the floor the apartment was on, but the entire 5 story building, and with enough gas to fill up every single floor with the toxic fumes. All kinds of nasty smells, sewage, rotten eggs, onions, sauerkraut, choked the building occupants. People on the first few floors screamed as they ran out of the building, while people on the upper floors began dropping to the floor as they were trying to evacuate.The gas itself began dissipating out of the building and into the city, where people close to the epicenter panicked thinking a chemical attack was taking place.
Jonathan sighed, that must have been all the gas he thought, until a tiny, almost impossible to hear burp scaped mouth. He relaxed his posture a bit while sitting on the couch, which now had a hole in the fabric where he was sitting, and looked around. Picture frames broken on the floor, the tv with a cracked screen, house plants wilted  and the paint on the wall peeling. He was his friend laying unconscious on the floor and could hear havoc outside the building, with police, firetruck and ambulance sirens blaring through the city streets and people screaming as they rushed to get away from the epicenter of the disaster.
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gassywill · 6 months
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Camping Fart Slave Training - Part 2
Having been Joesephs fart sniffer for hours on end, I eventually passed out. I woke up the next morning, with morning wood which was clearly visible in the sleeping bag.
Morning sleepy head said Joeseph as he lifted the gas mask off my face and removed the gag. FINALLY fresh air, well sort of. The tent didn't smell pleasant with Joesephs gas having filled the whole thing.
"Ready to cum boy?" Joeseph barked at me. "No please don't make me do that" I whimpered back. "Please don't what?" Joeseph said looking down into my eyes and holding his hand on my neck. I shrugged unsure of what to say.
He tightened his grip around my neck and said "I am your master fart sniffer, You call me master." I shook my head in disagreement scared to say anything else.
Quick as anything he swung round and sat on my face wearing his tracksuit bottoms. The smell wasn't pleasant, just as he wiggled his ass he ripped a large basey fart directly onto my face.
The smell filled my nose immediately. "What do you call me?!?" Joeseph said powerfully, I shook my head again, no way was this guy gonna be my master!
Another massive powerful fart ripped onto my face, forcing me to inhale even more of his putrid gas. "What about now??"
I screamed no into his ass, and another wetter fart hit my face. He then took down his trackies and sat bare-ass on my face.
Ok fart sniffer, here we go. Full torture. I heard the gas moving around in his belly, his ass groaning wanting to let it out.
Suddenly my dick started twitching, Joesephs hand touching it, making it even harder. It was a strange feeling having another many touch my dick making it harder and I couldn't explain it.
He started rubbing my dick, then came the farts. One wet fart after another, ripping on my face. I could feel the wetness of each fart on my face as he continued to rub my dick. I started to precum.
"Am I your master now?" Joeseph asked, I was too occupied to reply. I had no idea what was happening. Then, Joeseph pushed again, and another load of wet farts hit my face as he continued to rub my dick.
One fart after another I continued to be forced to inhale them, groaning and struggling underneath him as he had full control of my dick and nose.
Then, as he ripped the biggest eggy fart ever I exploded with cum inside my sleeping bag, it dripping all over inside it. I relaxed opening my mouth as he farted even more making the stench even worse, even more relaxed I screamed "THANK YOU MASTER" and he ripped another we fart instantly.
Joeseph got off my face, looked down and said "How did you enjoy that fart sniffer". I was still in shock, I couldn't speak, I hadn't enjoyed it but I was definitely owned by him.
"Ok, time for another sleep I think" he took his place back on my face and ripped a long eggy fart that made me pass out cold covered in my own cum.
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After the reblog im curious about the so’s espesially prompto and ignis, but really everyone💞💞💞
Orginal post 👑
Ignis- House Husband Iggy "Try not to miss me too much, handsome~" "I will certainly try, my darling" and with a kiss his SO is out the door off to work, leaving Ignis to clean up dishes left behind from, in the quiet of the kitchen his stomach started to rumble as his coffee started doing it's job. With a groan Iggy bent over the counter slightly and gave a small push. The loud bubbly blast echoed in the tiled room *PPPPPpPPpppppPPPPpppppSSssssSS.....BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRPRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!! puctuted by a soft sigh of relief "Holy shit, honey! Are you alright?" Came his S/O voice. Someone forgot their car keys. Ignis's face flushed a bright shameful red "Ah, I thought you had gone to work already...." Prompto- A little help after dinner "Y'know you don't gotta...hnng..do thing for me, Y/N..." Prompto said with a soft groan as you slowly but firmly rubbing his blaoted rumbling tummy "I want to, I was the one who made the curry too spicy. And who wants to see their man in pain, right?" "Yeah, I guess you're ri--" *PPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTT!!* *POOT* *BRAP!!* Prom blushed a soft shade of pink as your hands manged to push a good blasts out of his tight little butt You giggle "Now we're gettin' somewhere~ alright, choko-butt, let it all out~"
Gladio - In which his S/O is (not so) sercelty into farts
You weren't the biggest fan of working out, but watching your boyfriend's ass in work out pants was worth the sweat. You were spotting while Gladio was doing barebell squats. When lower down he lets out a loud shamless *BBBBBBRRRRT!! PRRRAAPPP!!* a meaty protien fart. You qickly cover your mouth and nose to hide your deep sniff, but your whole face was flushed. Gladio looks over his shoulder and smirks as your expression, rising by up with another *POOT!* "If you do all your sets, the rest of it can be on your face. Deal?" Noctis - Dutch Oven
You were suggled up under the coveres, the head of your beloved rest on your chest quiet dozing off. It was the perfect winter night until *Pffffffff....* your fiance let out a horrible SBD that raises right up to your nose "Uhg! Noct!" You groan, you hear the prince chuckle a little bit "that's so gross" "Aw, c'mon Y/N, I already wranned you dinner was making me gassy~" Noctis faux-cooed wrapped his arm a light tighter around you as he continued to fart, absolutly stinking up the bed *BBBBRRRRRRRRRPPPP!!* *BBBBBRRRRPPPP!!*PPPPPPRRRRAAAAAAAAAA!!**BBBPPPPOOOORRPP!!" *BLLLOOORRT!!* You half-hearted squirm in his hold "At least let me up to diaper you, I'm not letting you mess the bed cause you're ass is too lazy to get up later"
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The Saga of Billy Boy Part 9 - The Move In
Billy Boy is back! I apologize for my hiatus, but I have finished the next installment! Please enjoy Will and Clay's first night of Frank and Bomber staying with them. If you need it, here is a masterpost with links to all parts of TSOBB.
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I ended up working until 6:30. As soon as I was done, I quickly shut down the computer and collected my things to go home. Frank had left at 5, but I saw that his grocery list was quite long, so I figured he’d be taking a while at the store. Still, I rushed to get home. 
I parked in the lot, and made my way up to our apartment. When I entered, I was met with the smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen. I followed the aroma to find Clay and Frank in the kitchen. Their bodies were facing each other with Clay’s back to me, but he had turned at the sound of the front door. 
The wonderful smile of Clay’s spread across his face. “You’re home!” He exclaimed, as he walked toward me. Clay grabbed my head and leaned in for a sloppy kiss. I could taste the beer on his breath. As he pulled away, I smiled back at him. I noticed several empty beer bottles on the counter, with two half full. 
“Hey, babe.” I replied, followed by a look toward Frank. “I’m surprised you got here so quickly. You had quite the grocery list.” 
“I used the app to do a grocery order pick up.” Frank explained. “I was only at the store for about ten minutes.” I realized that meant Frank had likely been here for over an hour alone with Clay. “Fortunately, dinner is almost ready.” 
I took a deep whiff of the kitchen now that I was at the source. The food smelled wonderful. “What’re we having?” 
“Well, we’re having broccoli chicken rice.” Frank said motioning to himself and Clay. “At your size, this food would mess you up. You better have something else for dinner.” 
Frank’s face had an aha moment as he turned to open the freezer. “I just remembered I did throw something in the order for you.” Frank pulled out a bag of dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets. 
Clay drunkenly burst out into laughter as I grimaced at Frank. “I put regular ones in the order, but they were out apparently.” Frank defended. “I figured chicken nuggets were still chicken nuggets and Clay mentioned you loved them.”
It was true. I supposed it was a harmless mix up. Frank set them out onto a pan and put them in the oven. “They’ll take about ten minutes, which is how long our food has.” Frank looked at me with a smirk. “That’s just enough time for Bomber to tell you how excited he is to be your new roommate.” 
I was confused by this behavior from Frank in front of Clay. I looked at Clay to see how he reacted. He looked back at me with that same smile.
“It’s okay, babe.” Clay said, and leaned in to kiss me. “Don’t let me ruin the fun.” He whispered in my ear, reaching his hand down the front of my pants. “If you don’t mind, I’d love to join.” He finished as he started kissing behind my ear. 
I couldn’t have been hornier. Getting to sniff Frank’s farts and fuck around with Clay sounded incredibly sexy. “Of course,” I replied. Frank approached us. He grabbed my head and kissed me aggressively. I realized that was the first time I kissed Frank. He pulled away and did the same to Clay. 
“Go to the bedroom,” Frank commanded. “I have an idea.” I traded a look with Clay and he seemed turned on, starting to walk toward the bedroom. I followed him with Frank behind me. “Lay down on your back, Billy Boy.” 
Clay giggled. “That’s a silly nickname.”
“Bomber likes to show his affection through pet names.” Frank teased, as he began to take his clothes off. I did as I was told and laid down on the bed. “Good boy. Now, while Bomber releases the awful smells I’ve been sparing you to Billy Boy, how about you suck him off so he can really enjoy it?” Frank asked Clay.
A smile spread across Clay’s face; he quickly went to my crotch, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down to my ankles with my underwear. He grabbed my already hard cock and gently kissed the head. I pushed my head back into the pillow in ecstasy. 
Frank climbed onto the bed, placing both feet on each side of my head. I watched as he slowly crouched down and the residual stench of farts and sweat wafted toward my face, a hello from Bomber to my nose. The hairs of Bomber’s crack made first contact with my face on my nose and I took a big whiff. Bomber steadily engulfed my head, until all I could see was black and all my senses were focused on him. I wiggled my face, searching for his hole with my mouth until I found it. I longingly kissed Bomber’s mouth, realizing just how much I had missed him in the time we were apart. It puckered, but no gas came out, as if Bomber was simply returning the kiss. 
“Bomber is so happy to see you missed him as much as he missed you.” Frank emphasized, jiggling his ass all over my face. “As much as he loves kissing, he has a lot to tell you and you’re a much better listener with your nose.” With that, Frank leaned forward, moving Bomber’s mouth to my nose. I immediately dug in and sniffed loudly. I felt a couple of giggles come from Clay’s throat with my cock still deep inside. 
“You better get used to this. Now that we’re living here, Bomber won’t be able to resist Billy Boy.” With that, Frank tensed and
PRFFFFT
“Bomber is an early bird, so Billy Boy doesn’t need an alarm anymore. Bomber will be happy to wake him up with breakfast in bed.” Frank grunted.
PRFRFRFFFT
“Bomber insists that we carpool to work together now. We can even replace my seat in the car so Billy Boy can ride face to face with his lover.” 
BBRRRBRBRBRBT
“At dinner time, Bomber can tell Billy Boy about his day as I give Bomber the fuel to continue giving him what he loves so dearly.” 
PRT PRT PRRRRRRRT 
“Then at night, Bomber will lovingly tell Billy Boy a bedtime story.” 
FSSBRBRBRBRBRBRBT
“That’s how things are going to be around here now, whether you like it or not.” 
If I hadn’t been in such a horny bliss, I may have realized I wasn’t the one he was talking to. 
Frank coughed, flexing Bomber’s mouth against my nose. “Pee-you! Bomber’s sweet nothings are for you and you alone, Billy Boy.” Frank reprimanded, suddenly stern. “Men like Clay and I have no interest in your conversation. You need to learn to be a better listener.” Frank pushed hard against my head, further engulfing it and shoving my nose right up Bomber’s mouth, completely surrounded. My cock was throbbing as Clay continued sucking it.
I felt a slow hiss of gas ease into my nose. The gas having nowhere else to go, I had no choice but to inhale all of it. When I felt I couldn’t take anymore, it stopped and I managed to breath out my mouth. Once I was done, it started again. 
“Ahhhh, that’s much better, Billy Boy. You’re starting to learn your place.” Frank said, as he reached down and lightly petted the top of my head. At Frank’s gentle touch, I lost all control and shot down Clay’s throat. Like a pro, Clay swallowed it all despite the lack of warning. Frank remained in place, as Bomber continued to slowly whisper down my nose. 
Clay finished slurping up the last of my cum. “As much as I love the surprise treat, I was really hoping we were gearing up to put that cock up my ass.” Clay admitted, almost bashfully. 
Frank finally rose off my face. “Well fortunately, there’s another cock here fully capable of doing that.” He approached Clay, unbuttoning Clay’s pants.
“That’s true…” Clay said, but looked over at me. 
Frank followed his gaze. “Come on, the boy got to get off, why don’t the men?” Frank teased Clay, as he was stroking Clay’s cock. “Billy Boy would be happy to watch me fuck you, isn’t that right?” He asked, looking over at me. 
“Of course!” I said without hesitation. “It’d be hot.” I added. I wasn’t sure why I was so quick to agree when I really did have some reservations. But I wasn’t lying when I said it’d be hot given how hard I am when I’ve dreamed about just that. 
“Well okay, then yeah let’s do it.” Clay agreed, pulling off his pants before laying on the foot of the bed. 
Frank grabbed some lube and lathered it over his cock as Clay raised his legs to show Frank his ass. I watched from where I lay as Frank thrust into Clay.
Frank applied more lube to his hand and slowly started jacking Clay’s cock to the rhythm of his hips. “How does that feel?” He asked Clay. 
“Amazing.” Clay moaned, closing his eyes and relaxing his face in pure bliss as his body jostled. Once Frank saw Clay’s eyes were closed, he looked into mine. If my cock hadn’t already started to get a second wind, I may have seen the pure malice in his eyes. 
Clay’s moans began to rise in volume and as he sputtered cum all over his torso when Frank, maintaining our eye contact, said to us both: “You’re mine, now.”
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Check out The Saga of Billy Boy Part 10 - A New Smell here!
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DaveFarts - Episode 25 “Endurance Test” [Episode List] Tim gets a bit too cocky and challenges his gassy friend by (jokingly) doubting of his farting skills. Dave, whose farts are being as powerful as usual, if not more, gladly accepts the challenge.
This story was originally requested by StraightFartGods.
POV: Tim
The weather outside, despite being warm, wasn’t the best so our plans for the night, being a group of friends who’s starting to surrender way too easily (it’s because once you’re past 25, you get instantly old), we all decided to stay home, our respective homes even, so Dave and I ended up alone. We don’t mind that much.
Dave likes going out way more than me (though it’s not like I don’t know how to have fun) but he too cherishes some good, safe alone-time to recharge social batteries: we’re much more similar than we’d like to admit, which is why we get along so well. They say we’re “the odd couple”, but I think that weirdos simply attract each other naturally, even though they can look very different at first.
“Alright.” Dave said, walking into the living room. He was dressed as if we had to leave, so a grey shirt and a pair of good old dark blue jeans, slightly loose because he untied his belt. “I’m starving.”
“Pizza?” I simply asked.
“The day I’m gonna answer ‘No’ to that is the day you’ll know a skinwalker took my place.”
The power of pizza.
Even though we didn’t actively plan for it, the night slowly morphed into a “movie night”, just the two of us on the couch eating pizza and watching a cheesy, manly, toxic action movie that we can recite by memory because of how many times we watched it: “Bullet Gore”. Now that’s a title!
“Your face is history.” the male hero said, right before turning somebody’s head to bits with his shotgun.
We cheered as and had a sip of beer as if our baseball team scored the match point and enjoyed the unnecessary but fun gore sequences of the film.
“Too bad they ruined everything with the sequel.” Dave commented.
“Aw come on. It’s worse, but not that bad.” I replied.
“Never watched and never will.” he stated, taking a good sip of beer.
By the time the movie was halfway done (it was a surprisingly long flick), I had to turn up the volume because of some noises next to me making me difficult to hear what the characters were saying.
Indeed, Dave started farting, the way he does during nights like these, with pizza and beer acting as fuel for his already incredible talent. He was resting both his legs on the small table in front of the couch, his denim ass facing the TV, so I didn’t have a proper full view of it. I could, however, hear every single blast echoing in the room, with the terrible scent immediately following each thunder.
I would love to say that he was doing this because of my kink, but this is actually what being Dave’s close friend means: you better get used to his farts, because he’s gonna just casually do it in front of you whether you like it or not. He wasn’t even acknowledging that he was ripping one every few minutes, huge ones nonetheless, though once or twice he did snap his fingers to get me to turn to him, so I could see his smirk as he ripped one. Once again, he does this with our other friends as well, but he does seem to put some extra “care” into the teasing part because he knows I actually, well, like it.
But everyone’s got limits: the farts were huge, not overly long, but incredibly stinky. Even for my standards, it was getting a bit… stuffy in there, so I actually went for it.
“I know this is weird coming from me, but… can you tone it down a bit?”
Dave slowly turned to me with a serious, surprised face, and effortlessly replied by ripping a loud, almost wet one, renewing the stench he was immune to. This time it was one of his longer ones, around 7 seconds long.
“Sorry, I can’t hear you.” he managed to say while farting. “Did you say something?”
After the fart ended and a few moments of silence (ignoring the TV), I opened my mouth to speak again, but my friend’s ass spoke first, emitting another loud, long rip.
Dave gestured to his ear and slowly shook his head, as to say the he still couldn’t hear me, as if we were in a loud nightclub, but the only music piercing through my own eardrums was my bro’s loud fart.
That ridiculous scene actually made me laugh like an idiot, while also giving me the hardest boner so far of the night.
9 seconds and the rip was over.
“So, I did it.” Dave said. “You’ve been healed. I blasted your kink out of you.” he joked.
“Please…” I played along. “Those were like… low-tier farts, for your standards.”
“True.” he playfully admitted. “So don’t tempt me.” he threatened. 
I hated that I found that… hot.
“I’m n-not… I’m just s-saying that the entire room smells like, I don’t know, rotten beer? Is t-that even possible?”
Dave laughed. “If only there was something or someone who could fix this!”
“What are you implying…?” I asked.
“Well…” Dave sat normally on the couch. “I assumed your lungs were better than this. But apparently you just can’t handle my power.” he said, with a cheesy smirk.
“Oh…” I got what he meant. “Well, maybe I’m not complaining because of you’re farting too much.” I leaned closer to him, as if we were doing some shady business. “Maybe I’m complaining because you’re not farting enough.” I dared to say.
My friend replied with a surprised laughter. “Are you seriously challenging me?” he didn’t sound offended or disgusted, just amused. But he can get cocky.
“Wanna bet?” I asked, indeed challenging him.
“Alright, get up.” 
Dave stood up and I did the same: it truly looked like we were doing a business meeting.
“Challenge accepted.” he continued, and we firmly shook hands. “If I win, beers are on you for 3 months.” 
“Deal.” I replied. “But if I win, we’re gonna watch ‘Bullet Gore 2’ later.”
While still shaking hands, Dave looked at me funny. 
“Really? That’s it?” he replied, with a smile. “All of this just to watch a shitty movie with me?”
Funny how that’s the thing he found weird instead of, you know, the boner his farts give me.
“Yeah. Pretty gay, huh?” I joked.
“Okay…” he nodded, still somewhat surprised. “It’s a deal.”
We once again had this super manly handshake going on, just as an helicopter in the movie exploded in a fiery fireball, killing a bunch of henchmen and one of the main villains, with the shirtless muscular hero saying something like “Burn in Hell, you son of a bitch!”. Probably the manliest moment I ever lived through.
“So, let’s hear those toots.” I said, bravely.”
“Toots?” my friend replied. “I’m gonna blast your face so hard you’re gonna regret having this kink…”.
Dave casually threatening me like this… got me instantly hard. I knew he was just playing along but goddammit, why am I like this? Why is he like this? Why the fuck did I even accept this bet?! As my own mind made fun of me, my bro lied on this stomach on the couch, his tall figure occupying all of it, his nice jeans-clad ass facing up, looking like a soft warm denim pillow.
I simply managed to sit between his long legs and planted my face into that ass, still stinky for all the farts he ripped until that moment. My nose wasn’t facing down however, as I didn’t want to make it weird.
“Dude.” I heard Dave say. “Honestly, your lack of commitment to your fart kink disappoints me”. he then laughed, reaching for my head. “Be a man and face my ass.” he said, pushing my head deeper between his denim asscheeks.
I tried not to laugh myself at that weird statement, so I just obeyed and turned my head, facing down, now fully at the mercy of my friend’s powerful butt. I took a good whiff, enjoying the smell of almost 1 hour of loud, post-pizza blasts. As I did that, I felt the ass’ muscles relaxing, a sign that Dave was pushing one out, and indeed it came out immediately: an ear-piercing blast and made my face shake, almost wet-sounding, felt like a slap on my face. 
My task was clear: not a single particle of gas had to reach Dave’s nose, so I inhaled it deeply and loudly as the fart kept erupting straight down my nostrils. I inhaled so hard and for so long that I actually surprisingly outlasted my friend’s 9 seconds: now the only noise we both could hear (besides someone getting shot in the movie) was me breathing his gas in… which made me realize how weird that was.
Am I making this weird? Too… “porn-y” for my straight friend? I love that he has no problems with me and my kink, but I don’t want to cross certain lines you know. He’s not saying anything… but his silence only makes it worse. I had to make sure.
“Dave.” I said, my voice being muffled by his ass, which made him laugh. “Am I making this weird?”
My friend simply turned his head, trying to look at me. I managed to get a quick look of his facial expression but the only thing on his face was a cocky smirk.
“Not weirder than usual to me.” he simply said. He then reached for my head, making it bounce a bit in his ass. “…Ready?”
Another fart erupted, which itself was Dave’s real answer to my question: “it’s fine”, he knows what this kink is by now, and he’s the one who basically challenged me to sniff it all up. Plus, if he was weirded out he knew he could just tell me and I wouldn’t be offended: we’re all adults here after all.
So there I was, my nose enduring some of the worst rips my friend ever gifted to me, the sheer power of those blasts being raunchier than his usual for some reason, maybe because of the beers being warmer or the mozzarella on the pizza being spoiled. No idea.
Or maybe it was just Dave putting extra efforts into his farts, if that was even possible. He’s the Fart King after all, so if he was somehow able to set custom pitch, loudness and power for each farts he ripped I wouldn’t have been surprised. Then again, he could even fart on command, so maybe he doesn’t need more buffs than he already has.
“Your face is history” my friend said, in a deeper voice, a clear reference to the masterpiece we were watching earlier.
And just like the henchman from the movie, my head was blown away by a sheer deadly force, this time in the form of Dave’s being unhinged, each natural blast somehow bigger and better than the previous one. I feel like that it doesn’t matter how this bet goes: I’m winning by simply having a bro like him.
I kept sniffing it all up as the blast rushed down my throat. He was good at farting, but I was also good at taking it. It’s like I said: weirdos work better together!
Yeah, I was taking it all like a champ.
“I could do this all night you know.” he boasted, during a rare moment of his ass being silent.
“What a coincidence: me too!” I bragged.
“Ohhhh… someone’s getting cocky back there.”
Dave really wanted those free beers, huh? He once again reached for my head and, with a firm grip, pushed it deeper down his warm denim ass, now almost sagging.
“Let’s see if you can keep your promise, shall we?” that was a threat.
There was like 10 seconds of silence, 10 never-ending seconds, but I just knew Dave was brewing something big, as he kept my head there (not that I was planning to move it anyway). Finally, he turned to me, with a cheesy grin, purposely trying to look like some kind of serial killer from a slasher movie before finish his victim off. 
And then he hit me with his weapon of choice: the loudest fart I heard that night. It was big, it was powerful, it was deep, long. His hand didn’t move and my whole face was shaking because of the sheer power of the blast; I had to close my eyes ‘cause the gas was making them burn. How was it possible to fart so naturally and casually like this for him will always be beyond me… but I didn’t care. I managed to breathe that monster in with my mouth open, almost choking on my friend’s deadly gas.
Dave loved the challenge, but two can play this game! I could tell he was amused, disgusted and surprised by how good I was at enduring his powerful rips.
And finally, after 16 whole seconds, that impressive display of flatulence was over, not a single particle of gas reaching my farter-friend’s nostrils, as I promised.
“I believe you’re losing your touch.” I mocked him.
“With all the farts you've been eating, of course you'd be talking shit you ungrateful bastard!”
“Ohhhh sorry, someone's a little touchy.” I kept teasing him.
“Alright, I’m done holding back.” he sounded comically annoyed by my impressive endurance.
My friend slowly turned over until he was lying on his back, making sure he didn’t accidentally kick me with his long legs. He now assumed a more familiar position, the one he usually has when blasting me. He cocked his legs up, showing off his denim ass and a tiny bit of his red boxer brief, and wrapped his legs around me, pulling me closer to his gas source. His long legs had an even stronger grip than his hand, and my whole face was now completely planted into my friend’s ass.
“I’m feeling merciful tonight, so I’m giving you the chance to surrender now.” he stated, as his legs held me still, keeping my nose right between the rough fabric of his jeans-clad buttcheeks.
“Never.” I boasted. “…unless, you know, you actually want to stop because this is getting too weir-“
“Shut up!” he cut me off. “You just had to ruin my villainous speech, didn’t you?!” he laughed.
I just didn’t know what to say.
“Again, this is your last chance bro.”
I played along, knowing he was okay with it. “Hit me with your best shot, but don’t wound what you can’t kill.”
We both laughed like immature idiots, but Dave took my words at heart, because once we were done laughing at that ridiculous moment, he felt air being sucked inside his anus.
Yes, he switched to “on-command” mode, his secret weapon, his final secret move. Despite my face being there, my bro didn’t have any trouble at sucking more and more air through his ass like a vacuum cleaner, and the sound that made wasn’t that different from an actual fart. Every time I heard that “air-being-sucked-in” noise, as silly as that sounds, I think of a drumroll, the kind of tension that raises before the beat actually drops, because that’s what Dave’s farts are: something to look forward to… if you’re into it of course.
He’s been sucking air for like 20 seconds now and I started to regret my cockiness: when even a kinky bitch like me ends up being afraid of his own best bro’s farting skills, you just know something big, maybe too big, is gonna happen.
The anticipation made me hornier than ever, and the fact that it was, well, Dave, just Dave, my friend, made it even hotter for me. So casually, undeniably hot.
Finally, he stopped sucked air in, and I could hear Dave breathing (from his mouth) heavily, a sign that he was getting tired… and even his ass was getting sweatier and warmer.
“Your face is history.” my bud said again, in a comically deep voice. 
We love that movie.
What followed, however, almost made me pass out. 
The loudness was almost unnatural, I feared it could make me deaf. Imagine the stock sound of a fart, only longer, more powerful, airy, the most impressive fart Dave ripped in months, something so powerful that he can even feel the recoil as he pushed it out… just like a shotgun.
The more he farted, the louder it got, and I swore he was gonna tear a hole through his jeans this time, there was no way his clothes were able to endure that. I kept sniffing, breathing heavily, the fart’s pace being faster than my own breathing, if that makes any sense. 10 seconds already and the blast didn’t seem to lose any power: I almost got scared.
As the fart kept getting ripped, I felt Dave stretching his long denim legs wide to ease the fart out, which in turn made it sound even louder and deadlier. I felt like living a weird fever dream, probably because of all the poisonous gas in my lungs. But I also felt the luckiest man in the world.
I dared to peek over that denim ass, only to be greeted by Dave having the most evil smirk in the world, completely unfazed by how weird I was, how all of that was… but I could also see how tired and sweaty he was from forcing all those farts out, incredibly enough.
I planted my head back where it belonged, sniffing as much as I could, as if my life depended on it, even though I was almost passing out for all that stench… and the blood rushing down to my boner didn’t help to focus at all.
And yet… I won. The fart was losing power, ending with a quick series of toots, Dave’s legs crashing down the couch, his left one on my right side, his right one on my left side, and I got up myself, my face leaving that gas trap, finally sitting down normally on the couch.
I took a good look at Dave: he was indeed tired, sweaty, sporting a silly smirk.
“Is that how you look like after sex?” I dared to joke.
My friend laughed. “Hey, I love you bro, but you gotta settle for my farts.”
I patted one of his legs in response, as a cheesy way to thank him, and hopefully he knew how thankful I was. I mean, he already knew how aroused I was anyway, so why keep the fact that I’m grateful a secret?
Dave too adjusted his position, this time kicking me on purpose while doing it, and sat back normally.
“I gotta say, I didn’t except you to win.” he admitted.
“…win?!” I replied. “Bro… I was basically done. That last one almost killed me.”
We both laughed at the absurdity of the situation.
“Let’s call it a tie then.” he proposed. “Until next time at least.” he just casually said.
I simply turned to the TV, only to find out that the movie was over.
Did Dave just face-farted me for like… 30 minutes?! Time truly flew by.
My friend then reached for his beer and the remote. We some on-demand features on our TV and, after navigating the UI for a few seconds, he started downloading “Bullet Gore 2”.
“Really?” I asked. 
“Well, if you can endure all of that gas, I can sit through a turd of a movie.” 
I think he was gonna watch this movie with me either way, regardless of any bet, just like I’m more than happy to offer him a beer whenever I could, so all of this fart-bet was for nothing.
Then again, weirdos attract each other naturally...
End of Episode 25
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wheeliefarts · 6 months
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hi guys, my names tyler and i’m new to being open about my fart fetish, i mostly closeted myself for fear of disgust and judgement. which i’m sure a lot of you understand.
I will be sharing stories from when my ex used to rip ass in front of me. This is the introduction post.
i remember when i told my ex about my fetish for farts for the first time. it was when he farted in front of me for the first time ever, actually.
for context, i am in a wheelchair and have cerebral palsy.
i remember we came back from his parents place from having dinner with them. i was on his computer changing his password for him on some streaming service. i had told him in the past while knowing him it’s okay to fart in front of me, i wont judge as i am a gassy person myself. he kept that in the back of his mind for what im about to tell you.
as i finished changing the password for him, he came up behind the chair i was sitting in, towering over me, as he leans to kiss my head to thank me, he rips the loudest, semi-long fart and begins to laugh hysterically. at that moment, i feel my dick starting to get aroused so i quickly adjust myself when he’s still laughing, almost in tears from laughing so hard.
surprisingly, it didn’t smell at all. we laugh together, then after a few minutes i told him i needed to tell him something, but im really scared to. he then transfers me onto the couch with him and reassures me that i can tell him anything without judgement. i then took a deep breath and confessed about my fetish, almost like im rushing to get it out, saying it really fast. he holds my hands and asks me to slow down, so that is when i told him, “i have a fetish for guys farting and i’m just really scared for being judged. you’re the first person i’ve confessed this in real life to.” he then hugged me and began to ask me questions.
“what is it about farts you like?”
i then told him how it’s mainly the sound for me, as i wasn’t comfortable with smelling or face-sitting, don’t know if i still am or not yet.
he asked me to give scenarios and situation examples, so i pointed out what he just did a few minutes prior was very hot and arousing to me, him leaning his butt to one side when sitting, feeling him fart as i sit in his lap, farting in the car while driving, him trying to get my attention to hear him fart, holding in farts for when we’re alone in public, that kind of thing.
he then hugged me and smiled and thanked me again for expressing myself and reassured me that he doesn’t judge me at all. as i begin to let go from the sweet embrace, he holds me tighter and says, “ready?” he says quickly before letting out a muffled fart on the couch and then gives me a kiss and wink before the smell hits and we both laugh in disbelief (lolol)
i then became aroused and we had sex.
in the course of our relationship he would do the following:
- would fart openly when he had to and would blame it on me, even when his best friends would be over, jokingly blaming them as well. especially when gaming online, with his buddies.
- would cuddle me and fart every morning to make sure i felt it and heard it. sometimes it would lead to humping and farting also.
- would publicly fart in isles when it would just be the two of us and jokingly blame it on me.
- would fart in the car, often when entering and exiting.
- sometimes he would jokingly fart in my face, laugh and then feel bad and kiss me and apologize.
like i previously stated, it’s mainly the sound for me that arouses me, but now that i’ve been reading a lot of other posts and seeing a lot of more fetish content on other socials, it’s got me curious and open to the idea of fart-sniffing / face-sitting. it’s still a lingering feeling of curiosity though. but i would be open to at least trying it one day, i think.
i miss him and his farts to be honest, but i know ill find someone just the same, maybe even gassier than him.
so this concludes the time i first opened up to my ex about my fart fetish. :)
More to share in the future. :)
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kipercrow · 8 days
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Elevator Gas (One Shot)
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Kevin and his uncle Nathan were returning to their shared apartment, coming back from eating out at a nearby restaurant. "Man I am stuffed" Nathan said in the lobby, standing next to Kevin who nodded in agreement. As they waited for the elevator they felt the gas beginning to build in their stomach. Kevin wasn't one to fart in public, unless he was around people that he was close to. Nathan on the other hand could fart loud and proud! Better out than in!
As the elevator doors opened and the men entered, Nathan waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. Once Kevin pressed the button for the 15th floor and the door closed, Nathan let out a quick sharp fart. "Ah a fart for you" he said sighing in relief. Kevin chuckled before answering back with a fart of his own. "That's a gift for you" Nathan let out a laugh, "Oh I see how it is" before summoning up two farts in quick succession. Kevin would respond with a larger fart. Nathan would reply with a bigger fart. The two men would spend the elevator ride letting rip fart after fart, responding to each other's call and laughing at the sounds of their gas. With a low rumble from Kevin and a bassy number from Nathan, the doors opened to the 15th floor, laughing to themselves. As they entered their apartment they would continue letting out farts that would grow in size and volume, having gas for the next hour.
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