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Teen Gas 2

Scott’s POV

I slowly wake up from what feels like an amazing wet dream. In my dream It feels like I’m on the receiving end of the best blow job that has ever been given. As I finally awake and become aware of my surroundings, I realize that it wasn’t s dream. I’m getting woken up with a blow job. I look down and see a head bobbing under the covers. Then it comes to me that my boyfriend Stiles has my cock in his mouth, and I can’t hold it anymore and I shoot my load down his throat.

As I lay there panting and exhausted, I can’t stop the smile from forming on my face. It’s been one month since we got together and everything has been going great. Our parents weren’t surprised that we got together, in fact they were betting on if we would get together before or after high school. We were shocked at learning this, and when Stiles’ dad saw our shocked expressions, he laughed at our expense. We got the last laugh though. On that same day Stiles and I had to stifle our laughs because Stiles’ dad was complaining about a terrible odor coming from his washed clothes, and his bedroom. We both knew it was from my noxious butt fumes, and we had to tamper down our laughter every time he complained about the smell. The best thing going on right now is that Stiles’ dad will be gone for two weeks. He’s attending his best friend’s bachelor party and wedding in Las Vegas, and we get this whole place to ourselves for two whole weeks.

I feel my cock fall from Stiles’ lips. Even though his voice is muffled by the bed cover, I hear Stiles say,” Good morning Scott, and Happy Birthday.” Wow. It is my birthday and I completely forgot. Well with the way Stiles decided to wake me up, no one can blame me for forgetting. Even though it’s my birthday, I still want to thank Stiles, and I think I know how. All it will take is some of my rank morning gas, and I have a full tank of it.

With Stile still under the cover, and face to face with my crotch I decide to trap him. I quickly wrap my thighs around his head, and lock him in a head scissor. I give a firm tight squeeze with my quads to let him know he’s not getting out unless I let him. Then as quickly, I release the pressure so I don’t hurt him. Even though Stiles fights a resists when I fart on him, we both know he enjoys it. I do too, and I love it more when he fights it. Don’t know why, but I love forcing someone to smell or even taste my farts. And that’s what I’m about to do right now. I reach beneath the cover and re-position his head so his nose is in smothered against my balls and his mouth is pressed against my taint. With his nosed blocked with my balls, I force Stiles to breathe through his mouth.

With a cocky attitude in my voice I say,“Damn Stiles, thanks for that, but you must have worked up an appetite after all that. Here, I got breakfast for you. Taste some of this!” PFFFFFFFffffssssssstttttt. I rip a 15 second, beast of a fart into his open mouth and down his throat. I laugh as I feel Stiles’ cheeks balloon up against my thighs as I fill his mouth with my potent morning thunder. “Ahhhhhhh that felt good. Did it taste good to bro?” I ask sarcastically,”Well I hope so man, here comes seconds.” pppfffssssttBBBBttttt. It lasts 6 seconds. It starts off small, but ends with a trumpet blast that echo down Stiles throat. I can’t hold back my laughter as I say,” Haha alright Stiles I know its breakfast, but I think I can whip up some desserts for you. Oh yeah Stiles here come so fresh and warm air biscuits.” Pfft Pffft Pfffffssss. I fire three small farts, and the third one ended with a wet sound. I kind of feel sorry that I’ve trapped Stiles in this sort of dutch oven submission hold, and I hope I don’t make him pass out. I then feel Stiles hands on my legs trying to pry them open halfheartedly, but I’m not letting him move an inch. I also feel him shaking from laughter between my thighs. I love that even though is hot to us; it’s also hilarious as well.

I release Stiles from my scissor hold and I feel him crawling up my body. Once he lifts up the covers I’m hit with a wave of my fart stench. I’m just glad this is the smell of my own brew. If something this strong came from anyone else, it probably would’ve knocked me out. As Stiles reaches face level with me I lean forward and loudly sniff his face. I scrunch my nose and say,”P U! Stiles you stink.” I say with a smirk, and wave my hand in front of my nose.

Stiles rolls his eyes,” I wonder why? Maybe it has to do with your personally made breakfasts-in-bed you give me so frequently?” Stiles starts to get up and I ask him were he’s going, ”I’m going to brush my teeth because I would like to give you a birthday kiss without my mouth tasting like your ass. And I would like to have a real breakfast and if I don’t brush my teeth everything will taste like your butt sweat.”

I put my hand on the back of his head, bringing it closer to my face, “Come on babe, everyone likes the smell of their own farts. So your face covered in my butt stink is nice to me. Come on give me a quick kiss, it’s my birthday after all.” I can see that I’m convincing him so I pull his face closer, and as I do that I force a pocket of gas up my throat. Just as our lips touch and both of our mouths open. BBuurrrrpppp. A gnarly burp shoots out my mouth and into his defenseless face. Stiles covers his nose with one hand and smacks me upside the head with the other as he gets up. I’m crying from laughter as he heads to the bathroom.

Once I come back down from my laughing fit, I get up and head to the bathroom. I see the bathroom door is closed, and most likely locked. I can hear Stiles brushing his teeth in there. I knock on the door, “Haha Stiles I’m sorry for doing that, but you know me. I love sharing my gas with you and it’s my birthday. Oh! And Stiles, listen to this. I know it’s going to be a monster.” I turn around and press my butt against the door. I grunt and then PPPPPPFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTttttttttt. A mammoth fart rattles the door for 2 minutes straight. “Damn Stiles I wish I could have ripped that on you.” I say that but I know I’ve already got him because he’s going to have to walk through that vicious fart cloud in front of the door. I feel slightly proud of myself. Even though it’s my own brew I lift my shirt to cover my nose as I wait for Stiles to come out. I can’t wait to see his reaction.

When Stiles walk out of the bathroom his reaction is instantaneous. He stumbles forward and I can see his eyes are watering from the lingering fart cloud. I hear him gagging a bit as he tries to make his way past me, and out of the area I butt bombed. I get behind him, with my shirt still over my nose, and wrap my arms around him. I then pull him back into ground zero so he is surrounded my butt stink. This smells awful to me, and I know for Stiles it’s a hundred times worse. As the fart dissipates, I let Stiles go and we head down stairs. I wanted to simply relax with him on my birthday. So we’re going to watch anime on Netflix all day, and pig out on junk food. And for dinner Stiles is going to whip up his delicious monster burgers. So today will definitely be a great birthday.

As I start Netflix and choose a show for us to watch, Stiles heads into the kitchen to get us some snacks. Once I found an anime series we can binge watch for a few hours, Stiles comes in with two party size bags of flaming hot Cheetos, two pints of chocolate milk, and a box of fiber bars. As Stiles comes in the room with this, I can see he’s hard knowing that stuff will make me a farting machine. Well it’s his funeral. We sit next to each other in the middle of the couch, legs touching, and our snacks on the coffee table in front of us. I press play and we begin our anime, and my farting, marathon.

Before we are even five minutes into the show I have eaten half of my bag of Flaming hot Cheetos, drunken ¾ of my pint of chocolate milk, and eaten four fiber bars. I look at Stiles and see he is watching me with a shocked look. Hmm, I wonder why? It doesn’t matter. I pound on my chest a few times lean in close to Stiles face and BBbuuurrrppp. I roar out a 4 second long belch in Stiles face. I can taste the rancid belch in my mouth so I blow my rank breath in Stiles face too. Stiles reels back with a look of disgust and lust, and I just laugh. We then go back to watching the film. Not even 30 seconds later I close my eyes and rip a massive fart into the couch cushion. PPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFbbbBBTTTTtt. It last for five minutes and shakes the couch the entire time. I look at Stiles, and his face is full of lust again and also amazement. Honestly I pretty amazed by that fart as well. I then lean away from Stiles and lift my butt from the seat, and let my butt stench from that massive fart escape and head into Stiles direction. I laugh as I waft it in his face.

Stiles groans and grabs a couch pillow from next to him. He brings it to his face to cover his mouth and nose from my farts. But I’m not having that! I love Stiles, but also love him suffering from my farts. With a look of irritation, but no real heat in my eyes I stand and grab the pillow from Stiles and say, “Nope, there’s no escape from my farts Stiles. Just accept the fact that you will get daily supplies of my butt stink. So stop fighting it. Smell it, taste it, embrace it, because there’s no escape from my gas.” I bring the pillow to my butt and release a 8 second sbd on it. I rub it against my butt and then sit on Stiles lap. I then pushed the side of the pillow I farted on, into Stiles’ face. I know it smells awful and Stiles confirms it with the way he thrashes around. I use my werewolf strength to stay seated on Stiles lap and keep the pillow in his face. After a few minutes I slide off of Stiles’ lap and back into my seat next to him, and I toss the pillow onto the floor, and out of his reach.

“What the Hell was that about?” Stiles nearly shouts at me. I just look at him calmly and say, “I don’t like when you cover your nose or mouth when I fart. I like you smelling it fully and suffering from it. Can you handle that?” I ask him. He nods and I give a sincere grin that has him blushing and we get back to the anime series.

I reach into my bag of Cheetos and find that it’s empty. I sigh in defeat, but I look over and see Stiles bag is mostly full. I reach over and grab his bag. I then pour half of his into my empty bag. Stiles looks at what I’m doing for a second, but he doesn’t care and goes back to watching the show. I’m about to set his bag of chips back in front of him, but then I get an idea. I stand up and bring the opening of Stiles’ bag of Cheetos to my butt. Pfft. I let out a tiny poot into Stiles bag of chips, but I don’t stop there. I shake the bag of chips, bringing chips from the bottom of the bag to the top. I then release another small poot. I continue this cycle for a few times. Poot, shake, poot, shake, poot, shake, poot, shake, poot. I sit back down and hand the bag to Stiles without even looking at him. I do laugh as I hear Stiles eating the fart flavor chips and gagging some a few seconds later.

I nearly jump out my seat when Stiles suddenly exclaims, “Holy crap Scott! I haven’t even given you your birthday presents yet. Want to open them upstairs or do you want me to bring them down?” Stiles asks me as I try to stop my heart from jumping out of my chest.

I think it over for a second and turn off the TV. I stand up, “Let’s go upstairs and do gifts. Think we should stay out of this room for a bit, it kind of stinks in here.” With a smirk I grab Stiles head and pull it to my butt. I left my leg, grunt, and PPPHHHfffttt. I rip a 4 second fart in his face and rub my butt in his face a bit before I let him push me away.

“Ugghh no matter what room we go to your butt will always be the problem. I swear that butt of yours is going to kill somebody one day, and I’m sure as Hell, not going to bail your ass out when that happens.” I smirk at Stiles, “Well if it’s my butt against the world, I would put my money on my butt.” I then push my ass out into Stiles face again, “Who would you put your money on Stiles? I hope you give the right answer, you might not want to face the consequences if you answer incorrectly.” I hear Stiles give an audible gulp and stutter out, “I put my money on your butt Scott.” It’s the correct answer and as a reward I give him a small fart PPfftt. “Ahhh you answered correctly. Trust me if you answered wrong you would be unconscious now, and a rotten stench would be seeping into every corner of this house. Good on you. So let’s head upstairs.” I smiles down at Stiles, pat him on the shoulder and start leading the way to the stairs.

We head up the stairs, and as usually I’m in front of Stiles so we both know what’s going to happen. I’m three steps from the second floor landing, and I quickly jump up the final steps. I bend over and push my butt out. Just what I hoped for, Stiles face is level with my butt. I then close my eyes in concentration and let out a 6 second silent but deadly butt bomb. “Ahhh I really needed to let that out. Thanks for your face Stiles haha.” I shake my butt in his face to gloat.

“Uggghh, come on Scott. If you don’t get moving I simply won’t give you your gifts.” I give a low chuckle, “Just try it. I will fart you into submission and force you to give me my gifts.” Even though I have a smile on, I stare right into Stiles eyes so he knows I’m serious. Few seconds later Stiles blushes and looks down in submission. He then walks into his bed room and I follow him. Not sure if it’s a werewolf thing, but I love it when Stiles submits like that.

I sit on the bed as Stiles walks into his closet to get my gifts. A few moments later Stiles walks out of the closet with two birthday bags. One small and the other medium sized. I think a game or DVD is in the small bag and I’ve got no clue what can be in the other bag. Stiles smiles and sets the bags next to me on the bed, “Happy birthday Scott.” He then bends down and give me a sweet kiss on the lips. I can’t help but love him.

I start with the small bag first. There’s a birthday card in it. It has Batman on the front and inside it reads:

Happy Birthday Scott

Love Stiles

P.S. I think my sexy, gassy, werewolf boyfriend’s butt can take down any superhero or villain.

I laugh after reading it. Then I close the card and slide it under my butt. I clench my fists and lock my jaw. PPPPhhhhfffffttt. I let out a 30 second rumbling fart on the Batman on the card, “Ahhh your damn right my gassy butt can take out any of them babe.” I smirk at Stiles and he returns a blushing smile.

I reach in the bag for the final item. It’s a game for the PS4 called Overwatch, and it is a game I’ve wanted for a while. I hop up and hug Stiles, and I thank him over and over again. Stiles just laughs and then reminds me I have a few more gifts to open. Stiles has already given me so much. I don’t need any more. One thing is for sure. I am going to properly thank my boyfriend tonight. If he loves my gas then I am going to drench him in my butt fumes. I am going to keep blasting him with farts hours on end because he went above and beyond for me. I then reach into the other bag and pull some sort of booklet Stiles made and printed out. I then read the title of it and laugh. Scott’s Gas Coupons. There’s about 20 pages and 4 coupons on each page. They have a variety of different uses. Scott can fart in your mouth while you’re eating. Scott can fart on your body all day and you can’t complain. Distract some while Scott farts on them or something that belongs to them. I laugh again and I’m pretty sure I will use all these before the month is up.I get to the final gift in the bag. It’s in a white box. I open the lid and at first I’m confused about what it is. Then I instantly get hard and my head shots up to look at Stiles. He nervously smiles and shrugs, “Amazing what you can find on Amazon.” He chuckles after saying that. I look back down into the box. It is a gas mask with a hose connected to it. I can Strap this on Stiles’ face and let loose. Oh we are definitely using this tonight.

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