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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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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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Hopefully more will be coming soon! 😃
Can’t wait for Part 13? Get in the holiday spirit with Billy Boy in Part 1 of the holiday special here!
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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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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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Realized I never posted this here. Paul Dano and Daniel Radcliffe on Swiss army man, please do yourself a favor and go watch that movie, u won’t regret it
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I don’t feel well :/
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Been on a five day binge of meat, cheese and carbs, and I haven’t taken a dump. I’ve got the best farts of my life, long, satisfying and stinky. Feels so good to sit here filling my belly, rocking back and forth on my packed rectum and farting constantly. Any dudes wanna have a lazy fart filled weekend together, gaming, fapping, and eating?
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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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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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DaveFarts - Episode 20 “Camping (T)Rip” [Episode List]
Tim, Dave, Adam and Greg go camping together to relax and chill for a day far from any responsibility, enjoying the sounds that nature has to offer. Those sadly include Dave’s farts and belches however and things get even gassier when Tim has to share a tent with him.
POV: Tim
Camping (T)Rip
5:30 AM.
I hate waking up early on Saturday morning. Who does? Yet here I am.
We’ve been planning this for weeks but in the end we managed to choose a date which was suitable for everyone’s needs and didn’t interfere with any of our jobs. No girlfriends (not that I had any… obviously), just us guys being dudes in the woods… well not far into the woods but kind of. We all are kind of city slickers after all and while we do like camping, we don’t it as often as we’d like to admit.
I already took a shower and put some clothes on (a simple t-shirt and some sweatpants), so we don’t mess up the schedule. Dave was a heavy sleeper so I went into his room to wake him up.
“Yo, sleeping beauty. Are you waiting for you prince?” I said, as I stepped in.
Indeed there he was, lying on his bed on his stomach, basically naked, only wearing a pair of white shorts, his body figure still being quite a sight in the dimly lit bedroom.
“If you’re the prince, I’d rather just die here.” he joked, his voice muffled as he had his face buried in the pillow.
I clapped my hands like an angry housewife. “Come on. Get up. Rise and shine.”
His second answer wasn’t muffled at all instead.
Without moving, an enormous, airy morning fart erupted from his ass, surprisingly not tearing a hole through his white shorts. It was loud and proud, so powerful that I’m sure the neighbours were gonna hear it. As he ripped it, he couldn’t help but turn to me, his face still being visibly tired, but I could recognize his smirk, that silly-cocky smile he displays when blasting farts around me, knowing very well what effect they have on me. In fact, as the fart ended, he laughed, noticing the boner through my sweatpants.
“Bro if you wanna pitch a tent you could've at least waited ’til we were in the woods.”
I simply walked out of the room, hearing Dave’s laughter behind me. Truth is, yes, I found that hot, but I too was laughing on the inside, despite the utter embarrassment. “Fuck off.” I stuttered, to which he replied with a distant, short, loud rip.
I heard Dave getting ready upstairs as I waited for him. Our buds, Adam and Greg, were heading to our place with the former’s car, who agreed to take it as long as Dave was the one driving, ‘cause he’s not very familiar with the countryside and dirt roads -not that Dave was a rally driver or anything, but he had some relatives out of town living in some farm or something, so he should know how to deal with such roads, more than us at least.
Despite my bro/roommate’s oversleeping, we were right on schedule. Luckily we all packed our stuff the day before so we were basically ready. Finally, Dave joined me downstairs, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of camo cargo shorts. And sunglasses: he looked like he was ready for a beach day rather than a camping trip. I probably stared at him for a bit because he is a good looking guy after all, and wondered how I got this lucky to have such a bro.
Before I could stare for too long, we heard some car honks coming from the front yard.
“You can stop staring, bro. Dumb&Dumber are here.”
Oh. I guess he noticed. “I’m so-“ I tried to say.
“Yeah yeah you can apologize for thinking that I’m a good lucking guy later. We don’t have time for this.” he said, as we both got our stuff and rushed outside.
Dave was very patient with me, that’s for sure. He wasn’t annoyed by my appreciation, but rather by me still being so awkward around him. Again very embarrassing for me, but I’m glad that at least he knows that he’s hot -as he knows that I’d never cross certain lines… despite him regularly planting my face into his farting ass!
“Hey ladies.” Adam greeted us outside, helping packing our stuff into the back of the car. Greg and Dave shared an ironic manly handshake as if the two were businessmen, while I set our destination on the GPS.
After we finished stuffing Adam’s vehicle with things that we’re probably not even gonna need for our short trip, we got into the car. Adam and Greg in the backseat, I was on the passenger seat, as the navigator. And Dave, as said before, was the driver.
“It shouldn’t take long.” I commented, staring at the GPS screen. “Around 1 hour at least.”
“Thank you. What about the weather?” Dave replied.
“Well it’s gonna be… you don’t give a shit, don’t you?” I didn’t notice his sarcasm.
“You two can solve your sexual tension in the tent later by the way.” Adam said, annoyed that we were still parked in our front yard.
Finally, Dave got the car moving and our trip officially began.
Being the driver, my bro/roommate (broomate?) was also in charge of the music, some indie rock junk but luckily we all kind of had the same tastes so it’s fine. Me and Adam got into a silly argument about a singer while Greg wanted to convince Dave that today’s music is all bad no matter what. He had some good points, but as usual we chose not to listen to him in the end.
According to the GPS we were halfway there and honestly it was all going well. Greg fell asleep (it was early morning after all) while the three of managed to stay awake. We were just casually chatting and making jokes, until I heard that familiar sound, a sound that you better get used to if you’re friend with Dave. However, much to both of our surprise, as we shared a puzzled look, it wasn’t him: it was Adam.
I turned around, and indeed it was him, just ripping a huge, almost Dave-like one, the sound kind of muffled by the seat, the fart rumbling through his cargo shorts.
“Sorry guys.” Adam apologised. “The pizza we had last night is kind of messing with my stomach.
“Yours too?” Dave simply replied, with a cheesy grin, and leaned a bit, keeping his hands on the wheel.
Now THAT’S the sound I’m familiar with. It was like my bro took Adam’s rip as a challenge to prove who's the alpha so he made sure to up the game as he usually does. The rip echoed in the car and woke Greg up, who thought we were gonna crash. Dave’s alpha gas earned him an applause and our amused (and immature) laughters, even mine. Despite everything, despite the kink, one gotta admit that he got some mad skills. And while driving on a dirty road, nonetheless!
It didn’t take much for him to hot-box the car, so we promptly rolled our windows down to let some fresh air in. As far as my fetish goes, I too appreciated breathing some clean air after that short competition. We then all resumed talking as usual, and Greg, perhaps mad because we interrupted his nap, started once again ranting about modern music and singers.
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It took a bit more than 1 hour, but in the end we got there alive and well. We got the stuff out of the car and I started setting up our camp, the “camp” being literally two tents, one opposite the other, and a small fire pit in the middle, which we’re gonna use to do some BBQ later. We allowed Dave to have a beer already ‘cause he’s been driving the whole morning so he deserved some rest.
“I was wondering…” Greg said, looking around, as if he just now noticed we were in the middle of the woods. “what if a hungry wild animal bumps into our camp?”
“Don’t be a pussy.” Adam simply commented, annoyed. “Animals are idiots. Just make some loud noise and they get scared as fuck.”
Even though I was busy with the tent, I could sense Dave taking that as a cue, an opportunity, from which end I still didn’t know. My bro took one long sip of beer and stood between Adam and Greg, as if he was there to save the day.
“Better safe than sorry, right?” he said, staring right into the woods, and emitting a long, loud belch, which echoed all around us. Whether Adam’s theory was true or not it didn’t matter: anyone would be scared of hearing that, human or animal. A master air-bender from both ends, as usual.
He earned some very immature compliments from all of us and he was himself pretty proud of that. He even made a flock of birds fly away, like earthquakes do. Impressive indeed.
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After a few hours of drinking, playing some sort of football for idiots, and just chilling, we finally got hungry.
To be more precise, we were starving, as we didn’t have breakfast, if we exclude a sandwich that we shared in the car.
Despite the pizza that Adam mentioned earlier, he was the one who fired up the BBQ first, being, as he put it, “the hungriest he’s ever been”. We all chose how we wanted our steaks cooked, knowing very well that our friend was gonna cook them all “well-made” anyway.
“This fuckin’ fire.” we heard him hiss at the BBQ.
“You ok there?” Dave walked to him.
“The BBQ won’t start.”
“Maybe I can help.”
He looked so serious, so professional, we truly believed him, but we shouldn’t have trusted him.
All he did was turn around and rip another one of his blasts through his camo cargo shorts, right next to the BBQ, like he was trying to use his fart to fuel the flame… and to be completely honest we did see some sparks here and there, but we couldn’t be 100% sure. Still, I wouldn’t mess with Dave’s talent so I chose not to say anything.
Either way, that wasn’t helpful at all, despite the fart lasting 12 seconds. He did make Adam mad though, with the risk of also making our steaks taste like, well, ass; so we all cleaned up the BBQ and started over just to be sure, we were all a bit tipsy anyway so we couldn’t even be mad (though we had all the rights to be).
In the end, we managed to have our steaks and sausages (I’ll spare you the very mature jokes we all made that afternoon) well-made, as predicted, despite Adam insisting that they were all perfectly cooked rare like we asked.
More hours passed and we did some more activities, even some hiking here and there around the woods, without going too far however, for laziness of all things, plus we were all drinking non-stop, as 75% of the car was probably stuffed with beers, and going to an adventure was the last thing we needed in these conditions.
We had another BBQ in the evening as we could finish our food, then just chilled around the fire pit sharing stories and half-drunk chatting about the most non-sense stuff, such as “What does light taste like?”.
In the end, we started to feel tired, and so we went to our tents: Greg and Adam had their own, while I shared mine with Dave.
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In the tent we had no sleeping bags because it was a warm night, so we just laid down on some sheets and pillows and called it a day. The tent wasn’t big but we both of us fit nicely into it. We were lying next to each other, actually quite close of course, but Dave didn’t mind (and neither did I…). My broomate was still wearing his camo shorts, too tired to take them off, but was lying down shirtless, exposing his hairy chest and pecs. Again, Dave wasn’t an athlete, but he did sport a very nice body figure, which I certainly appreciated.
As I laid down next to him, checking some stuff on my phone, we heard Greg and Adam bickering like an old married couple in the other tent. We couldn’t fully understand what they were even talking about, but knowing Greg he was probably still rambling about today’s shitty music which, whether you disagree or not, at one point it gets tiring to hear the same thing over and over again.
But since I’m a hypocrite, this wasn’t true for Dave’s farts, which immediately made our tent shake. Instant boner.
To ease the blast out, my bro cocked his leg up, the one closer to me, showing off the loudness of his blast. The stench that engulfed me was pretty bad, as it tasted like the meat we had before, just rotten. The gallons of beer he chugged certainly acted as bonus fuel too.
7 long, loud and proud seconds and then once again silence.
“Looks like we’re gonna make some noise too.” he laughed, a bit tipsy from the alcohol but perfectly aware of his cruel teasing.
But I did laugh too, like the hopeless idiot I am.
I tried to focus on what I was reading, but next to Dave it was impossible let’s face it. The guy didn’t move but his leg was still up, and his ass wasn’t done talking.
A second fart erupted, very dry and (fittingly) meat-y sounding. Manly, basically.
I’m pretty sure Dave couldn’t smell his own raunchy farts, because there already was a sever lack of oxygen in that tent. And after the 8 seconds rip, he turned to me sporting his well-known cocky smirk.
“I’m just… you know…” he said, leaning a bit more on one side, fully pointing his ass at me. “…trying to scare wild animals.”
And he made sure to scare me as well with a sudden loud rip. This time he was gonna tear a hole in those shorts I swear. That morning fart from hours before was nothing compared to the raw power I was witnessing. This third blast was however shorter (for his standards) than the ones before, ending at “merely” 5 seconds.
“Fuck.” I heard Adam say from the other side of our small camp. He sounded genuinely impressed. “How does Tim survive that?” he joked. Or maybe not.
“Yeah, Tim.” Dave turned again to me. “How do you do it?” he jokingly asked, with a smirk.
He then smiled, the smile of someone who knew he was brewing a big raunchy one. I heard his hand pushing me closer to his ass; I let him do it, as pretending to hate that was silly at this point.
My friend adjusted his position as my face got closer to his butt, and lifted his ass a bit… only to fully rest it on my face once I was under it. Despite everything, he wasn’t crushing me, as he was slightly leaning on one side, but believe me my nose was planted in his camo ass. Good thing Greg and Adam could hear us but not see us...
I went camping to hear the sounds of nature, and indeed what I heard right all over my face was the roar of a beast, so I guess it counts.
The fart was insanely big, one of his biggest ones yet, and made my head shake due to its power. The stench, which was already terrible due to his previous blasts, got even worse. As he ripped that monster fart, Dave cocked his leg up a bit more, once again to ease the fart out and also push my face deeper into his camo ass. He was having no mercy that night, as he made sure not a single particle of gas polluted the tent now, my face acting like a dam.
Silence followed that 16 seconds blast and I felt his ass bouncing on my face, a sign that Dave was laughing like an idiot.
“Bro you ok?” he whispered, without moving however.
As I breathed all that gas in, I didn’t know what to say. It’s hard to get used to this, to Dave being such an alpha but also ridiculously chill about my kink.
“Tim you ok there?” Adam shouted from his tent, laughing at my (to him) terrible situation. The fact that they could hear Dave’s farts so clearly from there was yet another proof of my friend’s insane skills.
“Hold up, let me just…” he said, as he adjusted his position.
He then fully lifted one leg, kind of letting me go, but that didn’t mean he was done. I didn't move in fact, and kept lying there, closely inspecting Dave’s camo ass. And indeed sound came out of it… or rather, “came in”. He was sucking air in, supposedly brewing a massive one. I sometimes forget that Dave can fart on command; he rarely does it, not that he needs to anyway.
But when he does, it's like going beyond his own limits.
“This one’s gonna melt your skin off, dude.” he laughed. “I hope the tent doesn’t explode."
I could barely hear him over the sounds of the air going into his camo ass, but I guess he was truly saving the best and biggest for last. I was shaking, as I said I’ll never get used to it. He closed his eyes to force some last bits of air in. He was done.
He then looked at me and winked.
For an instant I’m pretty sure I went deaf and blind, as if a flasbang blew up right in front of my face. I quickly got snapped back to reality, my face right in front of my friend’s camo ass erupting one of the loudest farts I’ve ever heard, period. The roar of a beast, a beast forcing me to bow in front of it, and inhale all of the stench.
Dave was truly the alpha, there’s really no other ways to say it, and I was more than happy to have a chill friend like him blasting me, once again realizing how lucky I was, ‘cause Dave got it all.
The fart kept going strong and made me sweat, my bro now just casually holding my head still, not that I was wanted to go anywhere anyway. 15 seconds and the beast was till roaring, with Dave spreading his long legs wide to make the sound even louder and the rip somehow even more powerful.
I feared that the tent was gonna turn into a hot-air balloon because of the amount of gas coming out of his ass.
10 more seconds and the beast finally went dormant.
Almost 30 seconds in total.
It was too much even for me.
I simply leaped again on Dave’s side and laid down before he could say anything, the fart still echoing inside my ears. Dave did the same and just turned to me, making fun of me with that stupid smirk.
“Nature’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he joked.
“Fuck off.” I said again, this time unable to hide my idiot laughter.
Dave simply punched me on the side in response.
“I’ve never seen a tent inside a tent.” he then said.
Took me a moment to realize, but yes, I pitched a pretty big tent in my sweatpants, but I can’t be blamed because I was sharing the tent with a fart master.
My bro simply turned his back to me, and went to sleep, muttering “My work here is done.”, not caring at all about my boner, ‘cause after all he knew about my fart kink, and the fact the got nothing out of all this was insane.
I tried to fall asleep as well, hoping to “get rid” of that boner tomorrow morning, before anyone could wake up. Despite my bro’s farts, Adam and Greg also managed to fall sleep eventually, and I finally heard them, the sounds of nature, the wind, the trees dancing to the breeze… and Dave snoring right next to me.
End of Episode 20
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Cowboys fart contest when??
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🌬️🍃.
I was bored and started doodling, more doodles of Jerry coming soon! :))
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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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