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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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wheeliefarts · 7 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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gassywill · 7 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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griefxoxo · 16 days

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Gamer Gas

Disclaimer: All characters are 19+. If you do not like this type of content, please DO NOT read. This is pure fantasy only.

You walk by a door with a controller symbol on it. Games? You think to yourself. You open it and walk into a room with the light off and just a blaring TV. You see two dudes who seem to be around 21 laying on their stomachs surrounded by opened spicy chips bags, empty soda cans and Taco Bell and playing Mortal Kombat.

"Yo. You wanna join? The name is Bradley by the way. This is my friend Josh" The dude on the left said as he winked. He was sitting upright with his legs sprawled out and had a bubble butt.

The dude on the right, who was more muscular, had a perfect perky ass sitting out in the open as he laid on his stomach.

"Sure I guess," you mutter trying not to seem awkward.

They motion you to sit in the middle and you watch them fight a couple matches before letting you play.

Buuurrrrpp

"Phew. That soda's starting to mess with my stomach,” Josh said after he let out a disgusting belch.

You win quite a bit of matches and stick to using Scorpion since he was your favorite character.

"Hey I got an idea. Let's make a bet. Loser gets to take our special punishment,” Josh proposed with an evil grin.

“Woah we're doing a bet? Already, I’m in,” Bradley said enthused about the dare. You were still nervous as to what the special punishment was going to be.

Josh uses Bo Rai Cho making sure to fart on my character and comment about it.

“Maybe I should do that to you,” Josh laughs jokingly, but you could tell he was really thinking about it.

Still following the bet you play a few matches and lose the bet on purpose to see if they would do the bet.

“Ah come on. Looks like you just want to get punished,” Bradley said jokingly.

“Well alright loser. You ready Josh?” “Yeah, hehe,” they both laugh as they pin you to the bed and Josh begins to keep your legs steady. Bradley grinds his butt into your face just before he sits on you full force.

“You like this bro,” Bradley said, mocking you.

He then lets out a strong, wet fart that hurts your face a little. Josh joins too and sits on your stomach.

Burrrrrpp

PRRRBBTTBTT

PRBRBRBRBR

PRB PRBRBRBR PRRRBBBBsssss

PPRR

Both men let out a barrage of farts tearing away at your nostrils.

“Let's give him our own little fatality,” Josh laughed as he sat next to Bradley to cover your face with their asses.

“We call this the Egg Bomb,” Bradley whispered right before both guys blasted your face with an inhuman force lasting 10 minutes, almost breaking your ears. The smell was unbearable to the point where you eventually passed out.

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like-apollo · 6 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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fartenthusiastwriter · 6 months

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The Saga of Billy Boy Part 12 - Date Night

As Will and Clay’s new roommate, Frank has weaseled his way into Friday night’s date. Get ready for the foul stench of romance 😈 where you can find all parts of TSOBB

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Clay and I waited on the bench at the bus stop, as Frank leaned on the post looking out for the bus. I appreciated that this stop was in a busy area, so I had a chance to get a little fresh air and a break from having my face in Frank’s ass. Only a little, seeing that I was still face level with Bomber and he doesn’t care how many people are around.

PREEERRRRRT

A few people walking by either chuckled or plugged their nose as we were hit with another blast from Bomber. While I enjoyed these gifts, I hoped the bus would be here soon for Clay’s sake.

My wish came true as the bus approached. Clay and I stood up and Frank gestured for us to enter. “After you, Billy Boy,” he added with a wink.

When I climbed on the bus, I noticed Frank whisper something to Clay. Preoccupied, I found a spot on the bus and sat in the middle. The seat was a tight fit, so Frank and Clay each had to lay a leg over me. Fortunately, there was only people behind us, so no one could see how intimately we were sitting.

PRTRRRT

I felt a short but loud fart erupt from Clay. “Damn, Billy Boy!” Frank yelled loudly, plugging his nose, “can’t you hold it in until we’re off the bus?”

“It sure does stink, Willy.” Clay added, projecting for the whole bus to hear. My face grew red as I quickly put together their rouse. I placed my hands over my growing crotch.

BWRWWRBRWRWRWRWR

An even louder, brassy fart trumpeted for a whopping ten seconds. A feat that could only be achieved by Bomber. Clay could only cover his nose, leaning over to stifle laughter and coughing.

“I told you not to eat that burrito!” Frank chastised, ruffling my hair.

The charade continued until we arrived at the movies, receiving ugly looks and even some words from passengers as they left. I took a deep breath of movie theater popcorn as I led the group off the bus.

As we entered the theater, we realized we were the only ones there. As soon as we picked out our seats, Frank looked at me and Clay, “Billy Boy, hand that popcorn to Clay.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing where this was going. I turned to hand the popcorn to Clay; when I turned back, Frank was bent over with Bomber fully exposed. Frank grabbed my head and pulled it in.

BRRRRRRRT

“Bomber just wanted to give you a kiss before the movie. He’ll let you watch the show, but he’ll be sending you messages,” Frank jiggled his cheeks against my face. I gave a last big sniff before removing myself and sitting back down.

We all sat down, and Frank immediately christened his seat with a fart. In the five minutes before the trailers, Frank managed to fart over twenty times. The whole theater reeked of Bomber’s love.

As the trailers started, I realized I had to pee. I handed the popcorn to Clay and walked quickly to the lobby. When I returned, I found Frank in my spot next to Clay. Frank saw me and said “You didn’t think I’d do all that farting in my own chair?”

I started to cross to sit in the open seat next to Clay, but Frank grabbed my arm. “Bomber was warming that seat up for his sweetheart. You wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings.”

I gave in and sat down into Frank’s old spot. I immediately noticed a damp feeling in the cushion from all the farts Bomber unleashed. The smell radiated here more than ever and my boner raged on.

I noticed Frank and Clay whispering and giggling when I went to get some popcorn. As I started to pull away with a handful, Frank grabbed my wrist. He pulled my hand down to his ass and Bomber sprinkled my popcorn with a fart. I ate the popcorn, as the mix of aroma made for an odd experience. Frank farted on every handful of popcorn I got throughout the movie.

As the movie neared its end, I looked over to find Frank and Clay making out. Frank had each of his hands stroking their cocks. Frank slipped an eye open and saw me watching. “You know what you have to do if you want to get off too, Billy Boy.”

Understanding his order, I put my face between his legs while I slipped my cock out of my pants.

BRRRBBRBRBRBT

I sniffed vigorously as I felt Frank’s balls slap against my forehead. Frank continued to jack himself and Clay off, while I took care of myself.

BBRFPTPPRPRPORBRBRT

Another fart blasts my face forcing me to climax. I finish stroking and start to get up, but Frank forces my head back down.

BRRRRT BBRRRRRT BRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRT

Frank and Clay both begin to moan loudly as they cum. Frank covers your hair with his jizz. He begins rubbing it in, dissolving it as if it were hair gel. Frank proceeded to force me to lick up any other cum from myself and Clay.

The bus ride home was empty, so I sat alone as Frank and Clay stood in front of me. Every few seconds, one of them would pull my face in and rip a fart. Mostly Frank.

At home, we headed straight to the bedroom. The farts on the bus had my cock ready for round two. I laid down face up. Frank sat Bomber down onto my face; Clay sat on my stomach with his ass facing my cock. Each ass showered me in farts as I got off for a second time.

Exhausted, Frank and Clay joined me on each side to cuddle as we drifted to sleep.

That I dreamed I was back in the theater with Frank, Clay, Brad, Tony and all kinds of people I’d known in my life. As the screen lit up, I saw myself naked on my knees.

The audience burst out laughing, several people nearby pointing me out. “Tell me what you want Billy Boy” I recognized as Frank coming from off screen.

“I want to sniff your farts, Master Bomber.” I answered in the movie. I covered my face as the audiences laughter soared.

I peaked through my fingers as I saw Bomber come into frame. Makeup had been put on Bomber to make it appear like a woman’s face. The audience erupted as I begin making out with the lips.

BRBRBRBRBBRT

Movie me sniffs and kisses, getting deeper into the crack and covering myself in makeup. I look away from the screen to realize the men around me had stood up and several more were on their way, not a pair of pants in sight.

Recognizing each face, I saw the men of my life surround me. The last thing I remember is the dozens of asses blasting endless farts.

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gaymalefartstories · 3 months

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(NSFW. This story contains a farting fetish. If you are under 18, stop reading now.)

(**SPECIAL WARNING*** This story contains consensual non-consent (2 very drunk guys having sex). Rest assured, all parties within the story are okay with the events taking place, but if such things offend you, stop reading now.)

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Tristan and Miles stumble back to their dorm room after a wild party at one of the frat houses. They were both quite drunk, but Tristan had drank at least twice as much as Miles did. Miles had to support Tristan as they walked.

“Du..Dude…I love you, man…,” Tristan slurred as Miles caught him from face-planting on the sidewalk.

“Yea, love you too. Help me out a little, huh?”

“N…No, seriously. Yer an…an amazing friend.”

“God you’re wasted,” Miles grumbled.

They struggled their way back to their rooms with minimal incident. Tristan was barely standing by the time they breached the threshold, and Miles had resorted to dragging him all the way inside and into the bathroom. He sat him down on the toilet and took a second to catch his breath and steady himself.

“You got it from here man? I really don’t want to have to strip you.”

“Ya man, I’m good…”

Miles was skeptical, but he wasn’t going to argue. “Alright, just yell if you fall down or something.”

Tristan grinned and drunkenly looked at his friend. “Sure you don’t want to shower with me, bro?”

Miles did want to shower with him, but he was too drunk and tired. Instead he rolled his eyes and called out to him as he left the bathroom, “G’night man. See you in the morning.”

Miles went into his room, fell into his desk chair, and smacked his forehead on his desk. “Ow,” he mumbled into the room. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to sleep or die in that position, but he decided he was just going to let whatever happen, happen. As he drifted in and out of consciousness, he heard the shower turn on and other noises he tried really hard to ignore.

A loud thump from the bathroom jolted Miles awake. He noticed the shower was off and he listened for a few more moments to make sure he didn’t need to go check on Tristan. He heard the bathroom door open. Shuffling steps. His door open? Then he heard the springs of his mattress creak and groan and the covers of his bed swish and rustle as if a body had fallen on his bed. The fuck?

Miles pulled his head up and looked at his bed to find Tristan, buck ass naked, laying on it still mostly wet from the shower.

“The fuck you doing?”

“Mmmmnnggff.” Tristan’s words were muffled by the pillow his face had landed in. Miles sighed and lifted himself up to shuffle over to hear what he had said, trying not to stare at his friend’s ass the whole time.

Tristan turned his head to face Miles. “Fuck me”

“What?!”

“C’mon man. I want dick.”

Miles was still drink, tired, and grumpy from having to deal with his drunk roommate at god knows what time in the morning. But another sound overrode his brain and sent all available blood rushing to his cock.

Ssssssppbpbpbpbpbpltltltltltlttttttt

A gawd awfully loud, and wet, fart erupted from Tristan’s ass. His hole sounded wet and loose, and the smell from his ass wafted over to Miles’s nose. It was like a mating call beckoning for someone to come fill him up. And Miles was happy to answer that call.

Miles pulled himself onto the bed and put his face between Tristan’s legs. He dove right into his ass while spreading his cheeks to expose his still sweaty and musky hole. Apparently, Tristan hadn’t done a very good job in the shower.

Right before Miles could actually get his tongue to Tristan’s hole, another airy and sputtery fart ripped out on his face. The smell of concentrated ass made him pause only for a second while waves of arousal rolled through his body, but his tongue was eager to taste his friend. He finished his dive with his tongue out and plugged Tristan’s hole mid-fart. He sealed his lips around his wet hole, then pulled back his tongue to let the rest of the fart fill his mouth. He swallowed all of it and released it all back out as a belch that echoed in his room.

Tristan wiggled his ass as Miles rimmed him and struggled to get his pants and underwear off. Tristan’s cock had created a puddle of precum that was sticking to his abs.

Miles finally released his own cock and brought it up to Tristan’s hole. No lube required. His cock was dripping with pre and his friends ass was already pretty loose. He slid his cock from Tristan’s balls up to his hole and slid all the way inside easily.

Tristan moaned under him and started sliding his ass up and down his cock. Miles held himself above him and enjoyed his cock being massaged. Tristan grinded his cock against the bed and squeezed his ass and legs around Miles, making him moan in pleasure. They continued this way for several more moments before Miles put his hands on Tristan’s back, using his body weight to pin Tristan down, and started fucking him.

Miles’s hips and balls slapped against Tristan’s ass. Trapped air farted out and tickled his balls every time Miles slammed against his ass and added a hot sensation. Sloppy noises from Tristan’s ass echoed in the room as the boys fucked. As Miles neared climax, he increased the frequency of his thrusts, grabbed Tristan’s shoulders, and shoved his member as deep into him as he shot his load. Tristan bucked his ass back into Miles as he felt his friend pulse and throb inside him. His cock shot several ropes of cum onto the bed and his abs. Both boys were locked in orgasm for several glorious seconds.

They collapsed at the same time. Tristan lay in his load while Miles fell on top of him. Miles laid on him while he went soft, then, when his cock slipped out, he rolled over onto his back beside Tristan. He fell asleep listening to the soft snores coming from his roommate.

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facefartstories · 30 days

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Stranded Fart Tank

They were on a mission on enemy soil. Jeremy accidentally fucked up the tank and soon, he and Seth were stranded in the desert heat completely visible to any enemy awaiting to attack."Fuck you faggot! You don't know how to drive a tank?!" Seth scolded. Jeremy was a bit taken aback by the faggot comment... he never came out as gay to his fellow soldiers. "I... I'm sorry... I was dozing off... I shouldn't have gotten us stuck." Jeremy apologized. "You wanna be forgiven faggot?! Fuck, keep your face in my ass... all we need is for all this gas I'm holding in to spread into the desert and alert the others that we're out here... fuck... you probably just got us killed." Seth propped his legs on the dashboard and spread his legs. Jeremy took a deep breath as he pressed his face right up against Seth's crotch. "It stinks down there don't it? "Seth whispered. "Yes it does" Jeremy inhaled and sniffed to his hearts content. BBBRRRMMPPH!"Haha, fuckin hell, sniff THAT up." Seth reached down to press his partner's face tighter against his ass. Jeremy's eyes began to water as the gas burned his throat and lungs. He had never smelled gas so foul in his life."Ugh! What did you eat?!" Jeremy whined. "None of your fucking business...I said sniff." Seth was going to blast Jeremy's face with farts until Jeremy passed out. FFFBBBBBRT! "How much gas do you have?" Jeremy coughed. "Quiet... they'll hear you... in fact I should probably make these quieter..."Seth tensed up and the air rushed silently out of his ass and into Jeremy's face. "Fuck Seth... you smell like you fucking shit your pants." Jeremy cried into Seth's crotch. BBRRMBT! "I probably could... I probably did... this fucking desert heat is tearing my stomach the fuck up..." Seth was rather distant. He had no reason for conversation. The only thing Jeremy was going to do was keep his face between Seth's legs, and pray that the next fart would knock him out cold for a while. Minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days. Seth had yet to run out of gas. Jeremy was still pressed tightly against Seth's crotch and his tears welling in his eyes from the rancid stench that he was absorbing into Seth's crotch, only making his farts smell worse. BBBRRRRPPPPPPMMMMMMPPHHH!!!"Oh god! Please Seth! It stinks so bad!" Jeremy whimpered between Seth's legs. "Just sniff it faggot. Smell my fucking wrath." Seth squeezed his thighs together, trapping Jeremy's head into his crotch and squeezing as tight as possible. The next fart absolutely destroyed Jeremy. BBBBRRRRRRRBBBBBMMMPPPHHRT! "OH yeah..." Seth felt so much relief after that blast. Jeremy's cock had started oozing cum. His face continually blasted by more stinky gas from Seth, he passed out in the heat of the desert, hoping they'd be rescued soon. Jeremy awoke in a hospital bed on the other end of the battlefield. He was being treated for dehydration. Seth was sitting right next to him. When Seth saw Jeremy had awoke... he stood up, and walked towards his comrade."Well well well, if it isn't the fart boy..." Seth stared blankly. "What... what do you want?! How can I settle this?!" Jeremy was scared. Seth hopped up onto Jeremy's bed and sat right on his cock, and ripped one. FFFFRRRRBBBBBBRRRMMMMPH!!! Jeremy's eyes rolled to the back of his head as in seconds, Seth's latest fart made him cum his pants again. Seth smirked from Jeremy's reaction. "Dehydration. I'd like to think my hot steamy gas dried you the fuck out. Don't worry... I got more in the tank. Plenty more. An infinite supply."More... farts?!" Jeremy shook a bit. FFFRRRPPPPFFFF! "Oh yeah... and since your fucking cock tents up every time I bust ass, that just proves what a fucking fart fag you really are... and unless you want me to tell the boys, you best get that sniffer of yours ready whenever I gotta fart to fucking blast... got it, boy?"Jeremy looked into Seth's eyes and nodded... it was going to be a pretty stinky eight more months.

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gatzilksis-2 · 2 years

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Today's Holiday 3

July 20: National Hot Dog Day/National Moon Day

Jul.18 Jul.19

18+

I got up from the couch when Michael's car parked in the lot. The days when he worked and I didn't were long and boring.

We had not yet discussed the exposure of my fart-love. I didn't know how to talk about it. Michael had left before I woke up, and he'd been too busy at the office to text much.

The tan, sexy, bearded man came into the apartment with a big white box and set it on the kitchen table. I met him there with a kiss. "What's that?"

Michael opened the box to reveal nine small cylinders of aluminum foil. "It's National Hot Dog Day! There were a dozen, but I was hungry."

He punctated himself with a gurgling fart and sighed.

I took a hot dog and unwrapped it. It was dressed with chili and chopped onions in a bun. I stared at it and took a breath as my man's fart cloud reached me. This was a trap, a plan.

"What?" Michael asked, grinning almost to the point of laughter. He pulled his shirt off to bare the hairy, rippling muscles underneath. "Sit down, silly. Eat a damn hot dog."

I sat down with the one I'd grabbed and took a bite. Michael took another and ate it standing.

"Maybe we can celebrate hot dog day differently later?" I suggested. The hot dog in my pants was growing stiff in anticipation for whatever he was going to do.

"Well, duh." Michael leaned over to kiss me. "But first...we gotta talk about this."

"No we don't." I fled to the living room couch.

Michael joined me, looking so fine half-naked in his best work jeans. He didn't sit but stood over me, slowly removing his brown leather belt. "You really don't think we need to? It's not a big deal. If we both get off on it, where's the problem?"

I wanted to calm down, but it was embarrassing. "It makes me uncomfortable."

His belt hit the floor, and the jeans slid down a little. Michael bent to put both hands on my shoulders and look me in the eyes. "Don't be. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. And you know what else, babe?"

I was blushing, wondering if this man could actually be that amazing. "What?"

"It's also National Moon Day!" Michael spun around, his awesome ass already halfway exposed. He pushed his jeans down further.

There it was, a hairy pink hole between two fat, tan ass cheeks. It opened and emitted a powerful, deep sound. I didn't have to hold back anymore. I didn't have to pretend.

I quickly leaned forward and pressed my nostrils to the hole. They vibrated as his heavy stink, enhanced by the chilli and onions, was blasted into my sinuses. The fart stopped, but then a hot silencer followed. The stink grew more intense, and I blinked back tears.

I pulled my head back, out of breath and warm. I pitched a tent in my gray shorts.

Michael straightened up, keeping his jeans pushed down and ass out. I reached forward and grabbed both cheeks, and he let out a smaller fart.

His hands found my head and forced me back into the crack. I closed my arms around his thick thighs, sniffed deeply, and rubbed my crotch. Michael worked out four more small farts, though the smell of them was bigger than I'd expected.

He shook his ass against my face and finally let me go. I sat back, panting and keeping my eyes on his ass. "Holy shit. I love National Moon Day."

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gassywill · 9 days

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Locker room fart torture

Jake and Ryan, were professional footballers, known for their skills on the field and their mischievous antics off it. After a thrilling match, they returned to the locker room, their adrenaline still pumping from the game.

As they entered the locker room, they spotted their teammate, Matt, sitting on the bench, lost in thought. With a mischievous grin, Jake and Ryan exchanged knowing glances, silently agreeing to execute their latest prank.

Quickly, they retrieved a gas mask they had hidden in their lockers, along with a length of hose. With practiced ease, they attached the gas mask to Matt's face, stifling his protests before they could even begin.

Confused and unable to see through the mask, Matt struggled against his friends' grasp, but Jake and Ryan held him firmly in place. With a smirk, they aimed the hose towards their asses, preparing to unleash their eggy payload.

As the first fart echoed through the locker room, Matt's eyes widened in horror, realizing what was about to happen. With each subsequent blast of foul odor, he was forced to inhale deeply through the gas mask, the stench overwhelming his senses.

Despite his attempts to escape, Jake and Ryan continued their relentless assault, laughing uproariously as Matt writhed in discomfort. Trapped in a cloud of eggy farts, Matt could do nothing but endure his fate, his protests drowned out by the raucous laughter of his teammates.

Finally, when they had exhausted their supply of gas, Jake and Ryan released Matt from the gas mask, their laughter echoing off the walls of the locker room. Gasping for fresh air and struggling to recover from the assault on his senses, Matt could only shake his head in disbelief at his friends' audacity.

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griefxoxo · 21 days

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Roomates

Disclaimer: All characters are 19+. If you do not like this type of content, please DO NOT read. This is pure fantasy only.

My name is Tim. I am 20, 2 years into college. I recently received a new roommate due to the old one becoming sick. My life has been pretty normal for most of it, but that was soon to come to an end. At least partially.

My roommate stopped by and introduced himself in my dorm. "Hey, name's Joe." He seemed friendly and straightforward. He was brownish to tan and a bit bigger than me. His legs could squish me if he wanted to. He also had a huge butt. I had to keep myself from staring.

A few weeks pass by and seemingly nothing interesting happens, until tonight. I get out of the shower ready to hit the sheets until I hear a noise. At first I thought it was the AC but then I realized it sounded like a low rumbling. Was he....farting? I tried to ignore it but then it got louder.

prrrrrrrrrrRRRRRBBBBBTTTTT

Then the smell hit me. It smelled like cabbage mixed with smelly cheese. Surprisingly Joe still didn't wake up. I started to get aroused and I felt embarrassed. Right before I was about to go to sleep...

"Hey Tim, like my gas?" I froze as I didn't expect him to be awake or to know...THAT. "Um," I freeze, unable to respond. "He motions with his hand to come near him.

I for some reason obey and come closer to him and right before I get any closer he rips a short PRRBT. It smells even worse than the first one.

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kipercrow · 6 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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7kbuttcheeks2 · 21 days

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Reposting Stories:

So even though the original blogs were deleted, the stories are still up via reblogs. I will repost them here so its easier to keep track of but Im glad that they werent completely taken downaybe silly but I love that I found a "community" who I can bond with over our love for all things nasty and stinky

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fartenthusiastwriter · 10 months

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Men's Health

You've been assigned a presentation on flatulence for your Men's Health class; what could possibly go wrong?

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I took a few deep breaths in my car in the parking lot of the university. I had to do a presentation today in my men’s health class. I was in my last semester, and I had put off taking this course since it was easy.

However, I made the mistake of taking it at the only time football players could take, so the rest of the class consisted of teammates. And the class was right after practice. Athletes like them didn’t care about their grades, and that always frustrated me, as someone who worked hard to make good grades. Class was always miserable. To make matters worse, one of the football coaches, Coach Brant, was the professor for the class.

My presentation was on farts. Well “flatulence.” We all got different bodily functions and with a class of thirty, Coach Brant had to get creative. As gross as the topic was, it was an easy project to put together. But I didn’t look forward to doing the presentation in front of a bunch of immature men.

I looked at the clock in my car and saw it was time to go inside. I grabbed my things and went into the university. I made my way to the classroom. I saw my spot open and Kyle, the football captain, sitting next to it. He was the worst of the bunch, but as I looked around the room, I realized there was nowhere else to sit.

I walked to my seat without looking at Kyle. As I sat down, I felt a sharp stab in my butt. I rose up and saw a pin sticking up in my seat. I looked over at Kyle and found him smirking.

“A prick for a prick.” Kyle spat. “You’ve been a pretentious asshole all semester, and now we’re gonna have some fun.”

Before I could respond, Coach Brant entered the room and started the class. “Good afternoon. Let’s get going on the presentations. The first up today is flatulence.”

I took a deep breath and walked to the front of the room. I felt my stomach turning from nerves. I turned to look at the classroom full of men. They varied in shapes and sizes but all reeked from their practice.

I inhaled to begin my presentation, but before words could leave my mouth, a long fart erupted from my ass. My face turned pale as the classroom laughed and even Coach Brant chuckled. “That’s quite the creative introduction, but let’s get this going.”

“Of course.” I replied sheepishly. “My presentation is on flatulence.” I clicked to change the slide and another fart came out of my ass. The class all laughed again, but Coach Brant wasn’t amused.

“Cut out the jokes.” Brant scolded.

“I’m sorry.” I defended myself. “I don’t know what’s happening.” But when I finished that word, a loud fart started from my ass lasting for ten seconds. The football players were out of control with laughter as Coach Brant was fuming.

“It seems to me like he’s making a joke of your class, Coach Brant.” Kyle yelled over the laughter. Several teammates voiced agreement. “Maybe you should punish him like you do us when we’re late to practice, and we’ll see if he still thinks farts are so funny.”

I shuttered at the thought as Coach Brant approached me. “I think you’re right, Kyle.” Brant placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. I looked up at Coach Brant. He may have been in shape when he played in college but he let himself go as a coach.

Coach Brant turned around to put his round, huge ass in my face. He grabbed my head and pushed my face between his cheeks. The class cheered as Brant lifted a leg in the air.

PRRRRRRRT

“Still think farts are funny?” He asked as he continued to hold my face in his ass.

I wasn’t quite sure why but I felt like I never needed oxygen more. I sniffed deeply and loudly from his ass as the class continued to hoot and holler.

PRRPRPRPRPRT

A second blast doused over my face as I continued sniffing it like my life depended on it. Despite the awful stench, a thirst inside me had awakened and Coach’s gas was quenching it.

“I think you may need some help, Coach.” I heard Kyle say, who had walked up to the two of us. “My preworkout is tearing me up. And don’t we owe this class a presentation on flatulence?” The class cheered.

“Go ahead, Kyle.” Coach Brant said, letting go of my head and letting Kyle step in front of me. Kyle had a muscular build with a bulging muscular ass.

Without thinking, I shoved my face in Kyle’s ass. The class erupted at my reaction. Kyle ripped a long, wet fart onto my face. I sniffed and sniffed, unable to get enough.

“I’m starting to think he may find farts more than funny.” Kyle teased, rustling my hair. “Who wants to help us find out?”

The class exploded in celebration as several football players got up to come forward and take their turn. As I thought of all these men farting on me, I realized I had been hard all this time. But I’d never been into farts before?

Kyle unleashed a nasty, disgusting fart on my face and shimmied his ass against me before removing himself. With the help of another player, Kyle grabbed my shoulders and forced me on my back.

“Let’s give it to him straight from the source, boys.” Kyle encouraged, removing his shorts to reveal only a jockstrap underneath. The men cheered and removed theirs as well. As I looked around, I saw countless hairy legs with jockstraps.

Kyle stepped over me, facing away and slowly crouching his ass down to my face. As he did so, three other players surrounded the rest of my head. Anywhere I looked, an ass eclipsed my view. The sweat from their practice and dried shit in their cracks wafted a terrible aroma that once again left me wanting more. But I wasn’t wanting for long.

PRRRRRTRTRT

BSSSSSLSSLST

FRFRFRFRFRRRRRRT

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT

Fart after fart attacked my face. When one ass was done, he was replaced by another. I sniffed and sniffed in a new euphoric bliss. I never wanted to be anywhere else.

As the cloud of fumes seemed to be endless, my arousal was through the roof and my cock exploded into my pants. I gushed and gushed, leaving a visible puddle in my crotch.

“No way, boys,” Kyle exclaimed “He came!”

“Are you kidding? That’s so gross!” “He should’ve been sniffing our farts ages ago!” “Wait until everyone hears about this!”

The football players cheered and laughed as they unleashed the last of their farts on my face. Before class was over, videos had been sent across school.

With my new reality, I dropped out. But I still made it to every Men’s Health class. Kyle invited me to serve as a fart sniffer for the team and to move into the football house. With no money and a new taste for gas, I couldn’t think of a better future.

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