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fartlovingblkguy69 · 14 days

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A Funky Friendsgiving

[I thought it would be fun to include some characters from my last story]

You were laying on your back in Anthony's king size bed, as his tan bubble butt was spread across your face. “Don’t be shy babe, eat it up” he said as he was grinding on you, rocking up and down your face causing his hole to move from your nose to your mouth, back and forth. It smelled so bitter yet sweet. “I mean it is Thanksgiving after all.”

The movement was building pressure around his puckered ass and you knew you were trapped. Not that you minded

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“Ahhhh there you go, baby” he sighed as your tongue pressed against his hole and penetrated deep into his anal canal, causing him to realase more heavy gas down your throat.

PhhFfrttPtt.

“Kiss it for me, babe?” He kept ripping ass while grinding on your open mouth and up your nose. You knew it was the only air you would be breathing tonight but you didn’t care. It was coming from Anthony’s beautiful buttocks and you had no plans to stop…

Earlier that night, you arrived at your friend Christina’s house for a friendsgiving. You had been looking forward to catching up with some good friends that you’ve known since high school. It’s tough to get everyone together being in your 30s now, but you always made it work and it was always worth it.

Even your friend Dante who you hadn’t seen in several months showed up, which was a nice surprise. He brought his father David. His dad was extremely fit and good looking for his age and you couldn’t help but to admire him. Even though he was older, he fit in with everyone and made good company. You happened to notice that Dante and David seemed very close for a father and son. Their energy threw you off at first, but you tried not to read into it too much. Everyone was having a good time, after all.

With such a diverse group of friends, there was an exceptional mix of cuisine: Dante and David brought their delicious Macaroni and Cheese; Noel brought a large platter of brown rice and beans along with a side of cheesy beef empenadas; Anthony brought his home made stuffed shells; Tia made mashed potatoes and a side of brussel sprouts; you brought a broccoli and cheddar fondu; and Christina, being the host, prepared a delicious turkey with a side of gravy and stuffing. There was way more than enough food for the 7 of you.

Everyone was catching up and having a good time. You stepped away to get a beer when suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Yo man! Long time no see.” You tunred around to see your friend Anthony. Anthony was tall, handsome guy and he always had your back, even in your earlier school days. Being an extrovert, Anthony now worked in sales and introduced you to a lot of people throughout the years, both friends and colleagues. He was charismatic and always made people feel comfortable, but he was also a great friend. You couldn't help but admire his charm.

“Hey Tony! I was just grabbing a drink.” Tony walked with you to the kitchen as you caught up with each other. You've always had a crush on Anthony, but your friendship never went beyond that. He knew you were gay from the beginning which helped him open up to you when he began exploring his own sexual identity and thoughts about other men, but it was more platonic. Plus he had been living with his boyfriend Alex for over a year now and you cared about his happiness more than anything.

Still, you felt more of an attraction to him tonight and noticed he was talking to you more than any of your friends. Not that you minded, but it was hard to keep your feelings down - literally as your cock jumped in your pants every time he spoke.

After a few drinks, it was time for dinner. You looked in awe at the abundance of a delcious dinner in front of you. Anthony grabbed 2 plates and handed one to you. “Look, so there’s something I wanted to tell you. After my promotion, I was actually able to move out and get a place of my own. It was rough at first, but I’m making it work.”

You didn’t really understand what he meant. Last time you checked, him and Alex were doing well together. “Oh wow. I mean that’s great Tone, but you and Alex already had your own place, no?”

“Yeah, so about that...” Anthony was loading his plate up now. He started with the Mac and Cheese and then added rice and beans. “As you know, me and Alex have gone through our ups and downs in the past.” He was piling up his plate now with turkey, brussel sprouts, 2 empanadas, stuffed shells and mashed potatoes. “We were always able to work through them, but we got into a big argument and there’s just no going back.”

You honestly didn’t know what to say. On one hand, you were shocked. I mean, you cared about your friend, but it also low key made you excited knowing that he was single again. But you also wanted to be there for him. “Wow Tony, wait so back up, everything was going good between you and Alex, so what happened?”

“I don’t really know how to tell you man, but“

“Sheesh Tony, the food isn’t going anywhere” he was interrupted by your other good frined Noel, noticing the mountain of dinner on his plate. “I can’t even see the plate underneath!”

“Relax Noel, there’s definitely more than enough food here.” Christina chimed in.

“Yeah, but we all know what happens to Tony’s stomach when he eats too much.” Noel said grinning.

Noel was great guy and he was part of your inner circle back in the day. What he was referring to was Anthony’s lactose intolerance, which you all were familiar with. Even when he took his digestive enzymes, Tony’s gas was heavy and lethal. And dairy just added fuel to the flames. Tonight his plate was full of different cheesy foods in addition to the turkey.

Tony walked over to Noel: “Life’s too short, man.” he turned his back to Noel. “Sometimes you just gotta let loose-”

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“…and live a little” he said as he ripped a booming 7 second fart right on Noel’s plate.

“Come on Tone, that was right on my food!” Noel said frustrated as he walked to the living room. Anthony just gave an evil smirk as he followed behind Noel. Everyone was laughing about it as they went to the living room – well, everyone except for you.

Aside from the potent stench, his fart didn't really phase you. You stood in the kitchen for a moment contemplating what to do. You really wanted to tell Anthony about your feelings tonight, and he just disclosed that he was single now, so you had the freedom to speak on it. Still, as his friend, you wanted to know what happened with Alex. You wanted to talk to him, alone.

Back in the living room, everyone was eating and chatting. Anthony was enjoying his massive plate while chatting with Dante and David. You walked over and sat with them, trying to join in the conversation.

“Man that was a pretty gnarly fart earlier” Dante said with a laugh. “Can’t imagine how bad it’s going to get after dinner.”

“Trust me, it’s gonna keep me up all night.” Dante and David gave each other an interesting look, which you never understood to this day. But your mind was occupied about Anthony to think too much about it.

Anthony finished his plate without saying a word to you. You felt a shift in the energy, as he got up and walked to the bathroom. As the night went on, you caught up with your other friends. You tried to talk to Anthony again but it was as if he ignored you. He was showing you so much attention at the start of the party, so what was going on?

By the end of the night, everyone was saying their goodbyes until it was just you and Anthony. You both decided to leave together and after saying goodbye to Christina, you walked outside in silence.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you all night Tony” you said breaking the silence. “You okay?”

“I’m good man, it was just a little bit uncomfortable earlier” he was finally opening up to you.

“Look, Tony, I’m not sure what happened but you can talk to me about anything.”

He looked at you and took a deep breath, then closed his eyes forcefully as he leaned forward.

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He let out a loud, chunky 23-second fart that shook the whole street and set off the neighbor’s car alarm. Even being outside, the smell hit burned the inside of your nostrils as you began coughing.

“Damn Tony, you might wanna check your pants. I was just-“

He interrupted you. “Look I don’t know how to say this, but here it goes: yes, I have some powerful gas. But it’s not for everyone. Alex wasn’t a fan of it. We ended up getting into a huge fight over it. The reason I left is because he couldn’t take it and he wasn’t open to it.” he was looking at the ground now. “He told me it was disgusting…”

“Wow, Tony, I’m so sorry man, I had no idea. I mean it seems a little extreme to break up over farting.” You wanted to tell him more about your feelings, but you were just trying to be there for your friend at this point.

“Well it’s not just about the gas. The thing of it is, I have a kink for farting on other men. I haven't been able to explore that yet. And I wanted to with Alex. He seemed so open minded when we first met and I thought that after so much time he’d be willing to try it” Anthony said, now looking up at you. “And the other thing is, seeing you tonight just made me feel good again. But I didn’t want this to weird you out. I mean I saw how Alex reacted…” It was all making sense now as to why he was ignoring you.

Somehow through the gas, you were extremely turned on. You had never really tried anything with farts before but just the idea of Anthony being so vulnerable in this moment about his deepest desire was turning you on. You didn't understand it but you were open to it.

“Look Tony I gotta be honest with you man. It’s always been you. I’ve always liked you. Yes, your gas is powerful, but that never really bothered me. Actually, if you want, we could try it out sometime…”

He grabbed your hand. “Well hopefully Christina doesn’t mind keeping your car overnight. And we can just tell her you drank too much or something” He said with a laugh. Now Tony was the one getting hard at the thought of farting in your face all night. “Would you wanna come back to my place?”

You couldn’t say no to him. The thought of being with Anthony, who you've known for years, and the thought of taking his beautiful ass just felt right. His stomach was rumbling at this point and he was ready to give you all of his built up gas, and you had no choice but to be there for him.

You made it back to his car. As he puilled out of the driveway, he locked all of the windows.

BrrRRrRRMmpppffffFffFt. The first of many deadly farts erupted and he moaned in relief, hand on his stomach. The smell was intoxicating and you felt your eyes water being trapped in his car. You honestly weren’t sure if you could take it but that was just turning you on more. Not to mention that it was giving Anthony so much pleasure and fulfilling his desires. Your dick was growing in your pants.

You started giving him a belly rub as he drove back to his place. You could feel the bubbling in his guts as he was driving quicker. The combination of all the food he ate was really messing with his stomach.

PffFfFFFFrRUrrrtT His farts kept coming out and shaking his seat. “Ugh babe I have so much gas tonight. I hope you’re ready for it.” The smell was overpowering your mind. You moved your hand down from his stomach and felt his throbbing cock through his pants, which turned you on even more. Good thing Anthony’s house was only a few minutes away.

Tthe smell was overpowering, but you were so turned on being inside in Anthony’s fart cloud and breathing in his gas. It’s like he was conditioning you to fall in love with his funk. He quickly parked and you looked at each other as he kissed you passionately in the midst of his stink. You were both precumming now, as he licked your lips and you felt his tongue inside your mouth. You both made it inside to his room, while he ripped as with each step up the stairs.

You walked in first and he followed, closing the door behind him. You walked over to his bed and he followed. “Baby, you know you’re gonna take all of this ass tonight, right?” he says taking his pants off.

He turned around and you saw his bubble butt busting out of his slacks as he threw them to the wall. He turned around to reveal his 8 inch rock hard cock poking through his underwear. You were staring in awe, dick throbbing as you began to unbutton your own pants when he pushed you back on the bed. He turned around and stood above you.

You saw his beautiful ass pointed out getting closer to your face as his legs straddled each side of your torso. He finished taking your pants off as his ass rested on your face like two firm pillows until he was pressing full weight on your warm face.

Anthony pulled out your dick and jerked you off as he leaned forward . You gripped his waist and pushed his butt farther down onto your face as his cheeks spread further apart in his underwear.

BbBbBBrRRrRoOommMmpppFffttt.

This was the first of his farts that you ever took directly to the face and the smell hit you instantly. You had no choice but to breathe it in and smell his toxic fumes. “Ahhhh fuck baby, having your face on my ass is what I've been waiting for.” Even through his thin briefs, you could still taste the bitter aroma of the enormous plate he ate earlier.

He ascended up giving you a moment of semi-fresh air with the smell of his farts still lingering and pulled down his underwear to reveal his glorious, tan bubble butt. It was slightly hairy and his raw, unwashed crack looked delicious.

You were laying on your back in his king size bed as he spread his bare, tan ass across your face, feeling the rim of his smooth asshole brush up against your mouth. “Don’t be shy babe, eat it up” he said as he was grinding on you, rocking up and down. It smelled so bitter yet sweet. bBBBbruuppPppFfT “I mean it is Thanksgiving after all.”

He was moving his butt up and down your face while your tongue was going in and out of his dirty hole.

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“Ahhhh there you go, baby” he sighed as your tongue pressed against his hole and penetrated deep into his anal canal, causing him to realase more gas down your throat.

PhhFfrttPtt.

“Kiss it for me, babe?” He kept ripping ass while still grinding on your open mouth and up your nose. You knew it was the only air you would be breathing tonight but you didn’t care. You were in heaven with Anthony, enjoying all his gas.

“Fuuuucckkkkk babe, I hope you weren’t tired tonight, because I have no plans of stopping.” You opened your mouth and planted it around his ass, pushing deeper as he pressed harder on your smothered face.

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“Mmmhhhhh-ugh” Anthony was moaning in pleasure as your entire mouth surrounded his throbbing hole. He ripped more and more ass. You could feel the pressure release from his body as he moaned in relief.

Even though you could barely breathe, you kept licking Anthony’s hole and taking all of his bitter farts, as you felt his warm mouth surround your throbbing cock. You released loads of thick cum down his throat until it overflowed from his mouth. “Nngghhh” You heard a faint strain from above before

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The strong pressure from his hole released a violent, meaty eruption of farts that lasted more than 60 seconds, with his toxic fumes releasing directly into your face, forcing you to breathe pure gas. Your vision became blurry until you were unconscious, knocked out by Anthony’s dirty farts.

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fartlovingblkguy69 · 16 days

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A Funky Friendsgiving

[I thought it would be fun to include some characters from my last story]

The movement was building pressure around his puckered ass and you knew you were trapped. Not that you minded

BBbbbrrRrRAaaaaPppptt

“Ahhhh there you go, baby” he sighed as your tongue pressed against his hole and penetrated deep into his anal canal, causing him to realase more heavy gas down your throat.

PhhFfrttPtt.

Everyone was catching up and having a good time. You stepped away to get a beer when suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You didn’t really understand what he meant. Last time you checked, him and Alex were doing well together. “Oh wow. I mean that’s great Tone, but you and Alex already had your own place, no?”

“I don’t really know how to tell you man, but“

“Sheesh Tony, the food isn’t going anywhere” he was interrupted by your other good frined Noel, noticing the mountain of dinner on his plate. “I can’t even see the plate underneath!”

“Relax Noel, there’s definitely more than enough food here.” Christina chimed in.

“Yeah, but we all know what happens to Tony’s stomach when he eats too much.” Noel said grinning.

Tony walked over to Noel: “Life’s too short, man.” he turned his back to Noel. “Sometimes you just gotta let loose-”

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“…and live a little” he said as he ripped a booming 7 second fart right on Noel’s plate.

“Man that was a pretty gnarly fart earlier” Dante said with a laugh. “Can’t imagine how bad it’s going to get after dinner.”

By the end of the night, everyone was saying their goodbyes until it was just you and Anthony. You both decided to leave together and after saying goodbye to Christina, you walked outside in silence.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you all night Tony” you said breaking the silence. “You okay?”

“I’m good man, it was just a little bit uncomfortable earlier” he was finally opening up to you.

“Look, Tony, I’m not sure what happened but you can talk to me about anything.”

He looked at you and took a deep breath, then closed his eyes forcefully as he leaned forward.

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“Damn Tony, you might wanna check your pants. I was just-“

You made it back to his car. As he puilled out of the driveway, he locked all of the windows.

Anthony pulled out your dick and jerked you off as he leaned forward . You gripped his waist and pushed his butt farther down onto your face as his cheeks spread further apart in his underwear.

BbBbBBrRRrRoOommMmpppFffttt.

He was moving his butt up and down your face while your tongue was going in and out of his dirty hole.

BBbbbrrRrRAaaaaPppptt

“Ahhhh there you go, baby” he sighed as your tongue pressed against his hole and penetrated deep into his anal canal, causing him to realase more gas down your throat.

PhhFfrttPtt.

BRRRrrRrooOommFfrRRooUUmppttTT

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fartlovingblkguy69 · 25 days

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I’m definitely down to play this game! Both on top and bottom! 😈

Would you play this game with me? If so, describe how you think it would go ;) You rip farts on my face and I try to guess what you ate. if I guess wrong, I stay under your ass for another 20min and breathe you in. if I guess right, you let me go. And the longer I stay under you guessing incorrectly, the greater the possibility your farts turn to sharts and eventually if I don't guess correctly in time…. Well, I guess we'll have to play and find out.

Yeah, assface? I’m game.

I’d take a lot of pleasure in knowing that you’re most likely gonna lose. Especially since I’d lie about what I ate just to keep you under my hole. 🤷🏽‍♂️

“Sorry dude. Wrong again.” *brrp-brr-BRRPPPppffs*

“Nope. Didn’t eat that either.” *pppfRRRRTTT*

“Nah. I had egg salad, not just eggs. And make sure to keep your mouth open too.”*ffffbbBBLLUURRRRPPpppfff*

By now, it’s been about an hour and I’ve saturated your lungs in my breakfast and lunch. Don’t worry though, dinner will be all over your face soon enough.

Around on your fourth (wrong) guess, I started to feel a little… warm.

“Nope. Wrong again man. And hey, can you stick your tongue out this time? I wanna feel it on my hole when I push. Thanks.”

*pffs-pffss-pppfffss-schlk*

I hear a gag.

I’m under the impression that my fart was a bit wetter than usual, but you don’t seem to mind. If you didn’t like it, you wouldn’t still be sitting there with your mouth open wide right?

“ Mhmm. Okay. Get ready for me, assface.”

At this point I’m not gonna hold back anymore, but I think you’d like that.

“Shi-*fffrrbBBRRPPLLLLCCKKKKPPpprrbllp* -iit”

Jesus. Dude, you’re fucking painted in my guts. Good thing I had Mexican earlier.

*pllbbllckk*

My hole clenches and throbs as it tries to pinch out any last remains, but I think I’m empty.

You’re still sputtering on my shit, and I take a few seconds to admire my work before getting you a towel. We should play again soon.

I turn to you one last time -

“Hey assface, I win.”

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fartlovingblkguy69 · 25 days

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Now that’s my kind of karma! 😈

Smell of the boss from hell

I need to knock this interview out of the park. It’s a personal assistant position for one of the heads of one of the most successful corporations in the country. It pays extremely well and I’m in need of the money. I’m paying child support to five different women. I’m barely staying afloat; I need this job.

After some direction from the front desk, I take an elevator up to one of the highest floors. Apparently, my hopefully new boss, Mr. Smith has a whole floor to himself.

As I step out I notice a man, who’s on his phone, who hasn’t noticed me yet. My eyes widen, holy shit, it’s Johnathan Wright. I bullied that f*gg*t all through highschool.

Sweet, a little intimidation will remind him of my straight superiority, and I’ll be running things. My financial woes are as good as gone. I can't help but smirk.

“I guess I’ll be seeing your gay-ass everyday from now on since the position is mine. Isn’t that right f*g.” I shoot him a superior smirk.

The f*g looks up at me with a bored expression, angering me. I walk right up to his face. “I said isn’t that right f*g!” I hiss through clenched teeth.

The f*g has the nerve to roll his eyes. “I don’t work here. I'm dropping off my husband's phone.” After saying this, a door opens behind him.

Out walks a burly, tall, intimidating looking man. He’s wearing a tailored suit that costs more than what most people make in a year.

John walks up to the man, and hands him his phone before giving him a kiss. I cringe.

“I’ll see you at home.” He says before leaving, not giving me a second glance.

I look back at the other man, he’s staring back with narrowed eyes.

“Yeah, you're not right for the position. Get out.” With that he spins around to head back into his office. My jaw drops as I take in the man’s huge bubble butt. His slacks look like they’re painted on his thick cakes. Each of his cheeks are as big as my head.

I shake my head and run up to him in desperation. “Please sir, I need this job.” I call.

He turns to me, “I know; we thoroughly research possible employees.” He states as I stop in front of him.

He looks down on me as if I’m an insect, scaring me. How is this f*gg*t intimidating me? I don’t like it, but I need this job.

“Please, I need this job.” I beg, looking down at his feet, submissively.

“Very well, it’s yours. Be here tomorrow, 8 sharp.”

I smile in relief.

He scoffs as he heads back into his office. “I’ll enjoy killing that smile.” He comments, threateningly, before shutting his door in my face. Mr. Smith is written on the door.

I pay him no mind. What’s the worst this f*gg*t can do?

Next Day

I accidentally slept in and came in at 8:30. As soon as I sit at my desk, Mr. Smith storms out of his office and right up to me.

“You’re late!” He growls.

“I’m sorry sir my ph-” Mr. Smith cuts me off.

“Save your excuses! Here’s what I think of them.” Mr. Smith turns around, and bends over, sticking his big ass in my face. This act stretches out the material over the seat of his pants, accentuating its size.

Me gapping at this is a huge mistake.

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I recoil in disgust as he rips a trumpeting fart into my face and open mouth. It reeks of rotten eggs and spice, and has me gagging.

“What the- did you just fart on me?” I cry.

“Here's your answer to that.” With his bubbly rump still in my face, I hear him grunt.

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Mr. Smith rips a bigger, greasy-sounding fart in my face that smells worse. It’s so strong that it makes the seat of his slacks flutter.

Mr. Smith sighs in relief before straightening himself. “If you don't wish to be farted on then refrain from displeasing me in the future.” Mr. Smith then hikes up his right leg.

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Mr. Smith fires off two loud but short farts, back-to-back in my face.

“You can’t do this to me. I quit.”

Mr. Smith looks down at me, over his shoulder, with a nefarious smirk. “You quit and I’ll make sure no one will hire you. The best you’ll be able to find is flipping burgers. I’m sure the courts and your kids won’t be too pleased with that.” I go pale at his words. Matthew Smith is a powerful man and can ensure this will happen.

“Please stop this.” I plead.

“I’m certain someone you bullied in highschool pleaded for you to stop but you didn’t. Expect the same amount of mercy from me.”

I notice Mr. Smith’s glutes flex and then relax.

A rancid-smelling sbd hits me in the face like a brick. It reeks of raw sewage and onions. It has me coughing and my eyes watering.

Mr. Smith reaches back and wafts his fumes towards my face and then goes back into his office.

I have no choice but to get to work while my whole desk area is enveloped in his putrid fart cloud. Sadly, his thick butt stink lingers for hours.

Several hours later, Mr. Smith exits his office and walks up to me. He looks down at me with a cold expression.

“Mr. Jones, order us lunch with the company credit card.” He commands.

I give a nod and hold out my hand for the card.

I panic as Mr. Smith turns around. What I see is horrific. The credit card is wedged in between his slacks-covered, bulbous globes. Just a small corner of the card is sticking out.

“Well what are you waiting for? Take my card!” Mr. Smith barks.

I hesitantly reach for it with my hand.

“No, no, no” Mr. Smith admonishes, “Use your teeth! And do it quickly! I haven’t got all day!”

I feel both crushed and cornered. I’ve got no choice.

I lean forward, bringing my face near his toxic backside.

As my face nears his bubble butt, the stench of his stale farts and his ass musk assaults my nose.

To get to his credit card, I have to press my face into his pillwoy mounds; I grimace feeling them molding around my face. I slightly turn my head and bite down on the tip of the credit card. As soon as I do this…

FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGDDDDDDDDD

Mr. Smith fires off a growling ripper. Even with the credit card and his pants in the way, I feel the stream of hot air hitting my teeth. The eggy, acidic vapors flow through my teeth and coats my tongue and the back of my throat. I yank the card out, let it fall into my hand, and start retching on the taste and smell of his nauseating gas.

“Order Mexican, Mr. Jones. I want my farts to be spicier than this for the rest of the day.” Mr. Smith takes a step back, consuming the side of my face with his meaty ass.

PPPPPPRRRRRRR-FFFFFFFFHHHHHHH-OOOOOOOOTTTTTTTT

I groan as he blasts my face with a string of trumpeting farts. With that, he heads back into his office.

It takes me five minutes to stop almost-vomiting. Once I’m able to manage, I call up a nearby Mexican restaurant. Our order of several burritos will be here in an hour. I wish it was longer.

An hour later, I get a call from the main desk that our lunch is being brought up by Mr. Smith, which confuses me. Maybe it’s Mr. Smith’s father?

I contact Mr. Smith through the intercom. “Um Mr. Smith, I think your father is bringing up our food.”

“What?” He replies, sounding bewildered.

As Mr. Smith’s office door opens, so does the elevator. And out walks John Wright. Oh, f*gs can get married. He’s Mr. Smith too.

Mr. Smith gives me a side glance that screams ‘I’m an idiot’.

“Hey, I got myself Chinese food and thought we could have lunch together.” John says as he walks up to Mr. Smith.

With a smile, Mr. Smith nods his head towards his office, wordlessly ordering John inside.

As John passes, Mr. Smith pulls a burrito out of one of the bags. It must be mine.

When John disappears into his office, Mr. Smith shoots me a nasty grin.

He unwraps the burrito from its tinfoil and sets it on the end corner of my desk. Mr. Smith then spins around, hovering the seat of his pants inches above my burrito. Ppppsssssssshhhh

Mr. Smith drops a nearly inaudible butt bomb on my burrito. I cover my nose with my hand as the smell reaches me. It lives up to the saying: silent but deadly.

Without a word and looking satisfied, Mr. Smith walks into his office to enjoy lunch with his husband.

My stomach rumbles in hunger. Because I woke up late, I didn’t have breakfast. I haven’t eaten all day. With despair I pick up the tainted burrito and bite into it. I nearly spit it out, the taste is rancid, but I need food. It's a struggle to eat it all, but I do.

45 minutes later, they exit his office, and Mr. Smith escorts John to the elevator. Once John steps into the elevator, Mr. Smith says, “You two have a nice ride back down.”

John looks confused. Before he can say anything, Mr. Smith wheels around, pointing his ass at his husband.

FFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMDDDDDDPPPPPPP

Mr. Smith rips a bubbly fart into the elevator.

John grimaces as he fans the air in front of his nose, but he’s still smiling.

Mr. Smith laughs, “ Haha, 10 years together and I can still trick ya into a hotbox. I love it.” He teases just before the elevator doors close.

Mr. Smith turns around and scowls when he catches me looking at him.

“Stop gawking and get back to work!” He growls. I quickly focus back on my computer. As he marches back into his office, he rips a poot with every step.

Ppbbtt, ffrrpp, mmvvbb, rrlldd

Once he closes his office door, the entire floor is completely polluted with his ass gas. Like before, his butt stink lingers for hours.

Some time later, Mr. Smith asks through the intercom. “Mr. Jones, have you finished filling out my calendar for the rest of the month?”

Oh shit, I forgot about that.

“N-not yet sir. I’ll start on that right away.” I nervously reply.

Mr. Smith doesn’t respond over the intercom. Instead, he storms out of his office and up to me, a moment later.

As I feared, Mr. Smith spins around, aiming his fume-blasting canon at my face.

What I’m not expecting is Mr. Smith reaching behind, grabbing the back of my head, and then pulling my face into his bubbly ass. His fat cakes smother me and muffle my yelp.

“Here, maybe only being able to smell this for the next few days will remind you to always keep my calendar up to date… UGH”

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Mr. Smith unleashes 2 minutes of thunderous ass-gas, point-blank in my face. It’s so powerful that it has his cheeks and my face quaking. The stench of sulfur and digested meat destroys me. It has me coughing and gagging and my eyes watering.

Once his fart comes to an end, instead of letting me go, Mr. Smith keeps my face pressed against his ass and starts wiping it from left to right and up and down, all over my face.

“Ah, let’s work that bad boy into your pores.” Mr. Smith explains as he keeps grinding his ass against my face for about a minute.

When he finally lets my head go, I fall back into my chair, gagging and trying not to puke.

Mr. Smith looks down at me, over his shoulder, with contempt. “My calendar better be filled and correct in the next 30 minutes or you’ll be getting another noseful of my burrito-powered butt rockets, Mr. Jones.” He threatens me before retreating back into his office, letting me suffer alone.

Once I gain my bearings, I drop everything and focus on his calendar.

Damn, he was right. It’s been two hours and everytime I breathe in, all I can smell is his fart.

A Week Later

My first week here has been a hellish one. My every mistake earns me getting farted on by Mr. Smith.

Got him the wrong coffee… PPPPPRRRRRWWWWWWBBBBB

Forgetting to wear a tie… FFFFFFVVVVVVOOOOOMMMMMM

Typing my notes in the wrong font… RRRRRRLLLLLLLAAAAADDDDD

I’m getting farted on innumerous times a day.

It’s been only 7 days and all my work clothes reek of his ass fumes. Even a trip to the cleaners didn’t get rid of the stink. I’m constantly getting judgemental looks from everyone I walk past.

I’m impatiently waiting for the elevator to reach my floor. It’s already 5 after 8 at the moment. I’m hoping Mr. Smith won’t notice.

I go pale when the elevator doors open. Mr. Smith is standing in front of my desk. His hands are braced against the top of my desk and he’s sticking his ass out.

Mr. Smith looks back at me with a frown. “I will not abide tardiness, Mr. Jones. Come here and get on your knees.” He orders.

I whimper as I make my way towards him. I get on my knees when I’m a foot away. His ample mounds, stretching out the seat of his trousers, fills my sight of view.

Mr. Smith arches his back, extending his ass out more, burying my face in his meaty orbs.

“For me, Mr. Jones, tardiness stinks. And I bet you’ll feel the same way after this… GGH”

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Mr. Smith rips a 7 second, chainsaw-sounding fart right in my face. It stinks of rotten eggs and cabbage.

I try to pull away but Mr. Smith grabs the back of my head, keeping my face smothered in his ass.

“Nu-uh, I’m not finished with your face yet. Since you’re 5 minutes late, you'll huff up five minutes of my ass gas. Let this be a lesson to you… NGH”

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VVVVVVVVVVVBBBBBBBBBBBB-AAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP

As promised, Mr. Smith vents 5 minutes of his butt vapors right up my nose. And it doesn’t end there. So I don't forget his lesson, he farts up my nose for five minutes straight, several times today. And that doesn't include the dozens of other times he farts on me today for my other screw ups.

A Month Later

I’ve been working for this flatulent monster for an entire month. Each day is a nauseating nightmare.

His butt fumes have now been ingrained into my skin. I’ve bathed in every kind of body-wash and soap I can find, and even used tomato paste, but nothing works. I’m rocking a serious case of blue balls because every girl turns tail when they catch a whiff of me.

Mr. Smith is ruining my life. I’ve only known misery for the past month. Everyone says he's a hard-ass who demands nothing less than perfection, but I know he’s torturing me because of my past with his husband.

Man, fuck those bitches who got pregnant with my children! Fuck my f*gg*t-of-a-boss! And fuck his f*ggy-ass husband!

Speak of the devil, a little before noon, the elevator opens revealing John. Mr. Smith steps out of his office, “Come on babe, lets go get lunch.” Calls John with a smile.

Mr. Smith smiles back.

Fucking gross; disgusting f*gg*ts.

Mr. Smith's piercing silver eyes lock on me. A cold chill shivers down my spine.

“Mr. Jones, are those reports finished?” Mr. Smith booms.

“N-not yet, sir.” I meekly answer.

Mr. Smith narrows his eyes at me. “Well it better be done by the time I return from lunch with my husband or you’re gonna get a taste of my chili-empowered displeasure.”

With a sneer, Mr. Smith turns away and sticks his fat ass in my face. He grunts and presses down on his stomach.

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I cringe as he fires an airy fart right in my face. The eggy stench flows up my nose.

Mr. Smith scoffs before heading towards the elevator.

I take a hesitant peek, wondering if John is enjoying my torture. Instead, I see him on his phone, not even caring about my suffering. For some reason that’s far more insulting.

Mr. Smith returns after taking an extended hour and a half long lunch. And unfortunately for me, I haven’t finished the reports.

I’m sweating bullets as Mr. Smith walks up to my desk.

“Are those reports finished, Mr. Jones?” Mr. Smith gets straight to the point.

“T-they’re almost f-finished, s-sir.” I stutter out.

He glares daggers at me.

No! No! No! I shout in my head as Mr. Smith slowly wheels around. Mr. Smith’s bubbly posterior is aimed at my face, from the other side of my desk.

While grunting and straining, Mr. Smith says, “HHG… Then smell my displeasure… NGH''

BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTT

A 45 second long, foghorn-sounding fart bellows out of Mr. Smith’s ass. Even though he’s on the other side of my desk, his fart is strong enough to blow back my hair and dry out my eyes.

As it ends on a wet note, I’m bent over, head between my knees, dry-heaving. The vile stench of digested meat and methane destroys me.

“Ah, I did warn you that chili gives my gas a bit of a kick, didn’t I Mr. Jones?” Mr. Smith comments before heading into his office, leaving me broken at my desk.

2 Months later

These past two months have been sulfuric awfulness. I breathe more of Mr. Smith’s farts than natural air, everyday.

However, for the first time, I think today might be a good day. I started work an hour ago and Mr. Smith hasn’t farted on me once.

At the moment, we’re in one of the meeting rooms, acquiring a smaller company to join our conglomerate. I’m sitting next to Mr. Smith, with our company lawyer on the other side of him. Across from us is the owner of the soon-to-be-acquired company and his lawyer.

This should have been a quick meeting but suddenly the owner decided to triple the original price.

Mr. Smith scoffs before sliding the new contract back over to Mr. Charles. “That is not the price we agreed on, Mr. Charles.”

Mr. Charles frowns, “Well, that’s my new selling price. Take it or leave it.”

Mr. Smith slams the original contract down on the table, and slides it over to Mr. Charles. “That’s not happening. Now take the original offer or things are about to get smelly.”

I hear Mr. Smith’s stomach gurgle loudly. That combined with his threat as me physically shaking with fear. Damn it, that’s why he hasn’t farted on me yet today. He’s been saving it for this meeting.

Mr. Charles’ lawyer frowns as well. “We will not be threatened!”

Mr. Smith says nothing, just smirks ominously. He then gives our lawyer a nod. My fear heightens as our lawyer pulls out and inserts nose plugs.

Mr. Smith locks his jaw and his face turns red with exertion.

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Mr. Smith blasts out a minute long, thunderous fart that rumbles against his seat. The sulfuric stench fills the room, sickening me, Mr. Charles, and his lawyer.

“You disgusting pig!” Mr. Charles cries out.

Mr. Smith’s smirk turns devilish. “Keep talking, you're just gonna make me stink this place up even more… HGGH” He hikes up his right leg and…

MMMMMMWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPDDDDDDDDD

Mr. Smith unleashes another huge, beastly fart, poisoning our air even more. Mr. Charles and his lawyer stand up and make for the door, looking like they’re gonna hurl.

They try the door but it’s locked. I’m full-on panicking now. We’re all trapped in this room with this farting demon.

The two glance back at us with fear in their eyes. Mr. Smith's devilish grin broadens.

“No escaping for any of you. Now sign or keep suffering!” Mr. Smith stands up and aims his ass in their direction. Unfortunately that means his ass is just behind my head.

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Mr. Smith keeps venting out one monstrous fart after another, their way. We’re all coughing and crying from Mr. Smith’s fumes. Even our lawyer, who has nose plugs, is suffering.

Through his coughing, Mr. Charles shouts, “Never!”

Mr. Smith growls like a feral dog. He picks up the contract and moves it to the end of the table, closest to Mr. Charles and his lawyer. He then climbs onto the table. He's on his hands and knees, with the contract located right behind his big ass.

Mr. Smith looks back and shoots a malicious grin at Mr. Charles. “Oh you're gonna sign. But since you’ve annoyed me so much, you’re gonna have to do it while I light your face up with my butt rockets.” Mr. Smith grits his teeth and fires off several more huge farts, in a row.

MMMMMMMRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOBBBBBBBBB

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“Sign for our original agreement and you're free to go. Until you do, I promise, I won’t stop farting.” Mr. Smith temporarily ceases fire to make his threat before continuing his gassy assault.

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PPPPPPPPPPUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMRRRRRRRR

VVVVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDPPPPPPPPP

It’s too much for Mr. Charles’ lawyer. He drops to the floor, knocked out. Mr. Charles looks like he’ll be following suit soon.

Mr. Charles' fearful eyes find mine. “Just do it! Believe me, he can do this all day, with ease.” I warn him.

He turns his gaze to Mr. Smith, on the table. “Alright, I’ll sign, just stop farting” Mr. Charles pleads.

“You’ve lost all rights to demand anything. Now sign or die by my farts… NGH”

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A minute and a half long fart erupts out of Mr. Smith’s ass. It has the entire room shaking. The stink of rotten eggs and man musk makes itself known.

Mr. Charles dashes to the table and bends down to sign the papers. This puts his face right in front of my boss' toxic booty. Mr. Smith mercilessly blasts his face with smelly poots.

PPPPPPFFFFF, RRRRRRWWWWWW, BBBBBDDDDD, VVVVVVPPPPP, FFFFFHHHHH, DDDDDDDPPPPPPP, PPPPPPPWWWWW

“There, I’ve signed. Please sto-MMM”

Instead of stopping, Mr. Smith reaches back, grabs the back of Mr. Charles head, and pulls his face into his ass. I feel pity for Mr. Smith's next victim , but also relief because it's not me.

“I’m not finished with you yet! For what you tried to pull, I’m making sure all you smell for the next year is my butt stink.”

Mr. Charles' body thrashes, trying to escape, but Mr. Smith isn’t letting him.

“NGH… Good doing business with you Mr. Charles… UGH”

PPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTT

A 2 minute long fart roars out of Mr. Smith’s rump and pointblank into Mr. Charles’ face.

At the halfway point, Mr. Charles' flailing limbs fall limp at his sides, and he stops moving. When Mr. Smith fart finally ends, he rubs his ass around Mr. Charles' face before releasing the back of his head. As soon as he does this, Mr. Charles’ unconscious body falls to the floor like a ragdoll.

Mr. Smith sighs in relief as he climbs off the table and fixes up his appearance.

Mr. Smith glances at our lawyer, “Mr. Reyes, please have security toss these pieces of trash to the curb. And have someone fumigate this conference room.” He orders.

Mr. Reyes nods before pulling out his phone.

Mr. Smith looks at me, “Let's go. It's time for us to get back to work.” He commands.

I timidly nod and follow him out of the door that's unlocked now.

We walk down the hall and step into the elevator that I recently learned was Mr. Smith’s personal one. Apparently anyone using an elevator after Mr. Smith is a health hazard. I wish that applied to me but it doesn’t.

As usual, I stand right behind him in the lift. As we rise, he pelts me with airy, eggy farts.

I frown as we exit on our floor. A man comes out of Mr. Smith’s office with his chair.

“It’s all set up and functional, sir.” The man says.

Mr. Smith nods, before tipping the man 200 dollars, flooring him.

We're too late to act when the man takes Mr. Smith's private elevator down. We hear him violently coughing as he descends.

Mr. Smith pulls out his phone and calls security. Letting them know about the guy who's most likely unconscious in his personal elevator.

Mr. Smith frowns at me. “Get to work, Mr. Jones!” He barks.

I nod before nearly sprinting to my desk. Mr. Smith heads to his office.

My brow furrows as I start up my computer. I didn’t hear Mr. Smith’s door close. When I turn to look back, my face runs straight into Mr. Smith’s slacks-covered, meaty bum. I can’t believe this huge man silently crept up on me without me knowing.

With my face buried in his thick cheeks, I hear Mr. Smith darkly laugh.

“Heh, I see you’re eager for motivation to get to work. I’m more than happy to oblige.” Mr. Smith grabs the back of my head, keeping me in place, and then grunts.

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRWWWWWWWPPPPPPPP

He rips an 8 second, trumpeting fart right in my face. He sighs in relief as he grinds his butt vapors into my pores.

When Mr. Smith releases me, I fall back into my chair, coughing and gagging.

“Get to work or I’ll fart off your nose, Mr. Jones. Don’t tempt me!” He threatens before disappearing into his office.

Excluding the last hour, this day is going well. He’s hardly farted on me; I count that as a victory.

A Few Hours Later

It’s the end of my workday and for the first time, the number of times Mr. Smith has farted on me hasn’t reached the double digits. That alone should've been a warning that life was about to screw me over.

As I’m getting ready to leave I get a call from a girl I was fucking 7 months ago, telling me I’m the father of twins.

Fuck! More kids I want shit to do with and more child support I have to pay! Working for Mr. Smith pays extremely well, but I’m barely staying afloat with the amount of child support I'm paying already. This is going to destroy me. I need overtime. Mr. Smith is my only hope.

Instead of heading home, I knock on Mr, Smith’s office door.

“Enter.” His voice booms from the otherside.

I do as he commands. Mr. Smith frowns up at me, as I walk up to his desk, where he’s working.

“Mr. Smith, I was hoping I could get in some more hours. I-I need the money.”

“Sure, I’m always willing to help out an employee. A few days of the week, like today, I work later than usual. So you'll assist me, starting now.” Mr. Smith offers with a devilish grin that has my nervousness sky-rocketing. But it’s no matter; I graciously accept his offer.

Still grinning, he stands up and tells me to round the desk. I walk around his desk and stand beside him. When I do, I frown at his new chair.

It’s bulky and just beneath it is a cot-like thing that could fit a grown man, that starts just beneath the seat of the chair. The cot also has straps on it.

My jaw drops as Mr. Smith reaches down and pulls a piece of the seat off, revealing a face hole. Shit! With this someone will be trapped beneath Mr. Smith’s chair, as he sits on their face.

“Your duty will be to huff up all my ass gas so I don’t hotbox myself, in my office. I won’t treat you as a person, you’ll just be a piece of furniture. Do this and I will pay you very well.” Mr. Smith explains with a feral grin that turns my blood to ice. I’ve got no choice.

I lay down on the cot with my face sticking out of the hole in the seat. All I can see is the ceiling. Mr. Smith fastens the several straps, binding me tightly to the cot, unable to escape.

I start to sweat with fear as Mr. Smith steps in front of the chair. His fat rear-end extends out several feet, eclipsing my trapped face in its shadow. My fear heightens as I hear the sound of his pants being undone. With a tug, Mr. Smith pulls his pants and underwear down, just beneath his ass. His mountainous mounds, covered in a dusting of hair, bounce into the open.

“No you never said-MMM” Mr. Smith silences me by dropping his bubble butt onto my face and barking out, “Silence, furniture doesn’t speak or care that I'm bare-ass.”

The last thing I see is Mr. Smith's pillowy globes parting as he sits down, revealing his twitchy pucker that’s heading straight for my nose, before everything goes black.

His meaty slabs spill over and clamp around the sides of my face like a vice. And the tip of my nose is lodged in his sweaty hole.

With my ears also buried in his cavernous crack, I both hear and feel Mr. Smith’s voice. “Alright, it feels like it’s time to start earning your pay, fart-cushion… NGH”

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Mr. Smith opens the floodgates, blasting a never-ending stream of beefy farts right up my nose. This is like a nightmare. I can feel the heat of his fumes burning the tip of my nose.

In an act of self-preservation, I hold my breath, not wanting to breathe in. This causes Mr. Smith to laugh.

“Haha, how long can you keep that up, fart-cushion? You’re gonna have to breathe sometime.”He taunts me.

I only last forty seconds before I breathe in deep through my nose and open mouth. The stench of spoiled poultry and sulfur flows down my throat and sets my lungs ablaze. I'm immediately coughing and retching on his toxic fumes. I can feel Mr. Smith’s mounds jiggling around my face from his cruel laughter.

Even with me barely able to breath, Mr. Smith ruthlessly pushes out one noxious butt-burp after another, up my nose.

I don’t know how long this has been going on. Three minutes or three hours could've passed, I can’t tell. But I’m given a moment of reprieve as Mr. Smith leans to the side, exposing half of my face to freedom. I desperately breathe in cool and semi-fresh air.

What Mr. Smith says next, causes me more misery. “Just so you know, fart-cushion, whenever I work late, my husband stops by so we can have dinner together.”

After saying this, I hear his office door open. “Hey babe, I got you two extra bean burritos like you asked-” John's voice pauses abruptly as I hear him sit in the chair on the other side of the desk.

“Matt, yes he bullied me all through highschool for being gay, but I’m over it.” John says.

Mr. Smith rests his lifted cheek back down, resealing my face in his cavernous crack.

“Maybe you are but my booty sure isn't… GGH” Mr. Smith counters before farting in my face.

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“Baby, I have a beautiful home, a career I love, and a successful handsome husband who's hung like a horse. My past with him doesn’t haunt me in the slightest.”

Mr. Smith responds with farting in my face, again.

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I gag on the skunky fumes Mr. Smith rips up my nose. The paint-peeling stench is inhuman.

Like the stench, the realization that this’ll be for the rest of my life, hits me like a ton of bricks. I’ll always be working beneath this flatulent villain, who’ll be farting on me constantly. And thanks to his power and influence, I’ll never be able to quit and find a decent paying job anywhere else. All because of who I bullied in highschool. I can't believe that I used to think that gay people were beneath me.

"Wow, that's very big of you, Johnny. Let's see if my nasty booty will follow your example."

That's followed by Mr. Smith's guts loudly and ominously gurgling.

“Oh sorry, love. My booty's big, but not that big. Lips on hole, fart-cushion; time to earn your overtime.”

His statement horrifies me. I can’t do it. I can’t do that! I keep my mouth shut.

Instead of angering him, this makes Mr. Smith laugh.

“Haha, oh silly fart-cushion, there’s no resisting this.” Mr. Smith slides his greasy pucker against my mouth, and then starts wiping it from left to right, forcing my lips open.

“NGH… say ah… UGH”

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I’d definitely be down to play this game with both of you! If you could handle it! 😈

Yeah, assface? I’m game.

I’d take a lot of pleasure in knowing that you’re most likely gonna lose. Especially since I’d lie about what I ate just to keep you under my hole. 🤷🏽‍♂️

“Sorry dude. Wrong again.” *brrp-brr-BRRPPPppffs*

“Nope. Didn’t eat that either.” *pppfRRRRTTT*

“Nah. I had egg salad, not just eggs. And make sure to keep your mouth open too.”*ffffbbBBLLUURRRRPPpppfff*

By now, it’s been about an hour and I’ve saturated your lungs in my breakfast and lunch. Don’t worry though, dinner will be all over your face soon enough.

Around on your fourth (wrong) guess, I started to feel a little… warm.

“Nope. Wrong again man. And hey, can you stick your tongue out this time? I wanna feel it on my hole when I push. Thanks.”

*pffs-pffss-pppfffss-schlk*

I hear a gag.

I’m under the impression that my fart was a bit wetter than usual, but you don’t seem to mind. If you didn’t like it, you wouldn’t still be sitting there with your mouth open wide right?

“ Mhmm. Okay. Get ready for me, assface.”

At this point I’m not gonna hold back anymore, but I think you’d like that.

“Shi-*fffrrbBBRRPPLLLLCCKKKKPPpprrbllp* -iit”

Jesus. Dude, you’re fucking painted in my guts. Good thing I had Mexican earlier.

*pllbbllckk*

My hole clenches and throbs as it tries to pinch out any last remains, but I think I’m empty.

You’re still sputtering on my shit, and I take a few seconds to admire my work before getting you a towel. We should play again soon.

I turn to you one last time -

“Hey assface, I win.”

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fartlovingblkguy69 · 2 months

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I’d be burying my face in that ass! 🤤

This smelled like more than just a fart. This food truck made me gassy as hell and I need someone to sniff these up. Wyd?

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fartlovingblkguy69 · 2 months

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I’d love to sniff! 👃🏾Lick too! 😋

What bro? You wanna sniff it? I mean I just took a big dump but hey it’s your nose. There’s no way this can be fun for you. Ugh.. actually it feels kinda good with your face pressed in there. Yea keep rubbing your nose up and down, just like that. You like smelling my funk? I wonder if you’ll like the taste. Pull my draws down and give my hole a kiss. Haha I didn’t mean a French kiss bro! That feels good though. Fuck I feel a big fart coming. You and my ass are gonna be spending a lot more time together.

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fartlovingblkguy69 · 2 months

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I have a Fetish for Musty Asses 👃🏿🤤😌😋

Don’t judge me lol

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fartlovingblkguy69 · 2 months

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A Flight to Be Remembered (Part 2). “You better not try anything! I don’t get fucked! I do the fucking! And I hope you’re ready to take this big dick up that sexy ass of yours! I’ll up your tip to $10 if you let me cum in that sweet Georgia peach!” This really sealed the deal for Tim. Logan wanted to get ridden, huh? He was about to get the ride of his life! Tim dipped his face back down between the musty cheeks and quietly grabbed Logan’s belt as well as his own. He quickly grabbed the 35 year old’s arms and tied them behind his back with his own belt before flipping him over. “I’m gonna ride you so good sir! But you’re gonna have to be a good boy to get this action! Get your tongue in there and find out how sweet this peach is!” Tim exclaimed as he backed his ass up to Josh’s entitled face. As Josh began to very half-assedly lick the outer rim of Tim’s hole he began to hump the air, demanding that Tim sit down on him and start riding or he’d kick him out and give him nothing! So Tim did just as requested! He sat down! But not on Josh’s dick like he wanted! No, he sat hard on his nose and squirmed until he could feel his hole being penetrated. He sat there for a minute and then decided to give Josh some air and let him have one more chance to stop being a dick before things proceed. As soon as he got up though, Josh began yelling expletives, telling him to get the fuck out and that this is why he doesn’t bother with worthless faggots, etc. and so Tim wrapped the second belt around Josh’s legs and then rocked back and once again buried that nose in his hole. This time however, he began to push and out came a long, loud fart! Bbbbbbrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttt “Ah! Been holding that one in for a while! Now that I have your attention, let me tell you how this is going to go. My stomach hurts and I’m full of gas and I’m going to let it all out up your nose. If you’re good, I’ll take my $5 and call it even. If you’re not…well in a little bit gas won’t be the only thing assaulting my hole and your face! Sound fair?” he said as he lifted slightly for Josh to answer. “Hell no! I don’t have to put up with this! I’m going to get you fired! Then I’m gonna press charges and have you thrown in jail! Then I’m gonna get your family fired from their jobs and take their house in punitive damages!” Well that was enough! Tim knew what had to be done! He plopped his ass back down, jiggling his cheeks and rubbing his aching stomach.

Sssssssppppppppprrrrrrtttttt bbbbbbrrrrrrrttttt

Ffffffsssssssshhhhhh

pppffffpfFFRRAAAAAPPPpppppfffssss

BRUUUUUUUMMMMPPPRRRRTTTTzzzzzzz

PrRRrrRRRFFfffumppppbroooumppttt

PHHHRUUUUMMMMMTTTTTSSS

Tim began to empty his stomach with fart after fart, rubbing his belly and sighing in relief while Josh struggled for air. The struggling beneath him was getting him hard and he started to stroke his 8 inches while he let loose! He also called down to the front desk and ordered room service: a pizza with extra cheese, a vanilla milkshake, and chocolate milk to be exact. When the food came, he took Josh’s own dirty undies, brought them to his hole, dug inside and let out a long silent fart before shoving them in Josh’s mouth as a gag. He sat back on Josh’s face and wolfed down his food and milk and watched tv while he waited, ripping ass whenever he needed for the next 30 minutes. Suddenly he felt a huge pain in his stomach, sharp and churning and he knew it was time!

He leaned forward just enough to pull the nasty undies out of Josh’s mouth and said, “Had enough? You done being an asshole to people now? Cause we can keep going all night if you want, but it’s about to get real nasty for you!” “Fuck you! I’ll do whatever I want to whoever I want! I’m gonna be your conjugal visit in prison! I can’t wait to bend you over and fuck you raw with no lube! Then I’m gonna pay the biggest, baddest prisoners to have their way with you all day long at least once a week and to beat the stuffing out of your weak, gay ass!” He went on and on, ranting and raving for 5 minutes. And then he noticed the big smile on Tim’s face. “That’s about what I was hoping you’d say. This is gonna feel great, therapeutic even! So thank you in advance! You just volunteered to be my human toilet! And just in the nick of time! I am so bloated! It’s time for all that food and gas to come out! Open wide for me now!” He quipped while backing his hairy dirty hole up to his mouth with his cheeks spread while his pucker pulsed with anticipation. He sat down with his ass lips meeting Josh’s mouth lips and then began to slap Josh’s stomach and dick, lightly at first to get him hard and then harder to make him scream. When he felt satisfied he began to push.

Brrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttt

Ppppppffffffffffffffftttttttttt

Ssssssshhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Fffffffssssssssssssshhhhhhh

Sssssppppppprrrrrrrreeeeeeeettttttttt

The farts got wetter and wetter until finally his hole opened real wide and out pushed a thick 10 inch log into Josh’s mouth which was being pried open by the giant turd itself. Tim sat there rubbing his stomach in relief and practically smothered Josh saying “There’s a lot more up there! You’re taking it all, just a matter of whether it’ll be the easy way or the hard way! My stomach still hurts so it’s about to get real wet too!” And with that, he pushed out another thick, 8 inch long log that forced the first one down and stretched Josh’s mouth open once again. Then cutting the end off the chocolate milk he made a makeshift funnel which he shoved in Josh’s mouth, wrapping the dirty underwear around it and then pushing his hole against the other end. Tim knew this was gonna be bad! His stomach was still churning so this wouldn’t be a small amount! He began to push.

Ssssssssssppppppppllllllllllllluuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrtttttttttttt

He released his nasty diarrhea, chunky mush that wasn’t quite liquid, but definitely not solid and filled the bottle to the brim. He held it steady and plugged Josh’s nose forcing him to swallow in order to take in any air and then repeated this exercise 5 more times! By the time he completed the last one, his hole and his dick were both dripping with wetness and he managed to cum on top of the stinking pile that fillled the makeshift funnel in his victim’s mouth before sliding forward. He slowly pumped Josh’s dick until it reached his full 7 1/2 inches and then using his shit as lune slid down on the dick, gripping and riding it making the jerk gasp with pleasure and at the same time swallow his nasty shit. He let him cum in his tight hole before he got up, sat down once again on the funnel, and let out one more very wet blast. Watery cum/shit mixture flew down Josh’s throat as he passed out from the whole ordeal and Tim quietly slipped $100 from his wallet and headed out in to the night.

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A Flight to be Remembered (Part 1)

Tim is a 6’3, black, openly gay, formerly athletic, handsome guy with a little extra now that he was 5 years out of college and had stopped working out and started drinking a bit more. He’s a flight attendant who lives in Atlanta, where the airline was headquartered. He had sworn to himself that he would only do this job for a year or two until he found something better, a cushy government job, but things hadn’t panned out that way and it was 5 years later. He was currently being yelled at by a 35 year old, 5’11, in shape man who wanted someone to wait on him hand and foot, including grabbing his luggage for him and bringing it to his waiting UberX. Tim was hoping to get a tip since what he got paid for this flight would barely be enough to make ends meet and he needed some extra cash, so he graciously brought the man’s luggage to the car, making their way together through the airport and accepting the man’s endless flirting and bragging about how well his new start up was doing and that he paid his workers well, but worked them to the bone! After Tim loaded the man’s luggage into the car he waited expectantly, only to be pushed aside and told “Thanks! Have a great day!” as the man slid into the back of the car without another word or glance at Tim. Tim was furious and had had just about enough of these spoiled, entitled passengers! This was way above and beyond and a mere thanks would not do this time! “Aren’t you going to tip me? You do realize that was not in the job description, right?” “What, you want a tip for making a high paying passenger feel accommodated? That’s a pretty low bar to expect compensation. No, I don’t think so! You’ll have to do a lot more to earn money from me! And I know just the way to start!” the man said while staring at Tim’s big, round ass. There was a wild look of lust in his eyes and a bulge in his pants. Tim hoped this meant he would get a bigger tip, but the man was dead set on waiting. He made Tim come back to his hotel room, saying his wallet was in his suitcase and groping Tim’s bubble butt while they were in the elevator. When they got there he immediately demanded a blowjob: “My name is Josh. You can call me Mr. Logan, Sir, or Daddy. Now, if you want a tip, you will give me whatever I want. For example, I want a blowjob. Get my dick clean too! I haven’t been able to shower in 24 hours! Get any cheese you find on it and open wide while I fuck your pathetic face! Then maybe you’ll get $5 out of me!” Tim was seething and asked “Sure thing Mr. Logan! Could I just use your restroom quickly?” with the best fake smile he could muster. As soon as he got into the bathroom he turned on the overhead vent and covered him mouth with his arm so that could scream and get his frustration out! While he does this, he feels his stomach gurgle a bit harshly. He slides his slacks and underwear down and sits on the cold toilet seat, inspecting the light skids on his underwear, wishing he didn’t feel so cold! He rubbed his stomach, trying to massage the gas that was trapped in there, wishing he hadn’t ate all that mac and cheese on his break. He was lactose intolerant, but he loved cheese so much! His stomach would be killing him in a bit though! Then he got an idea! He pulled his slacks off and jumped in the shower, washing himself off real good, with sweet fruit scented soap. After he was done, he toweled off and removed his belt from his slacks before walking out to find Mr. Logan sitting on the bed naked. Perfect! Now I just have to get him to trust me and then he’s all mine, he thought! He pushes Mr. Logan down so he’s lying back and begins to suck his short, but somewhat fat dick, making sure to clean it as he went. It tastes disgusting, but at least he wasn’t the only one about to broaden their tastes. His stomach gurgled quietly, letting him know he needed to move quickly. He began to lick down Mr. Logan’s taint toward his hole, giving him a light rimjob, before telling him to flip over so he could get in there deeper.

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fartlovingblkguy69 · 2 months

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Fuck, I wanna sniff and lick! 👃🏾👅

Yall seem to really enjoy my farts. I’m working on a long compilation video with and without underwear. Tumblr keeps hiding my videos so DM me if you’re interested 😈

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fartlovingblkguy69 · 2 months

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Okay! 👅

I’m gassy. Can I fart in your face all day? Open your mouth.

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fartlovingblkguy69 · 2 months

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👃🏾👃🏾

Tell me how my lunch tastes

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This is so hot! I’d love to both have this done to me and do this to a guy! ❤️

would you dominate my face with your farts and ass if we were in the same room? If so, can you describe what you would do step by step?

Yeah, I would.

It would start with me coming back from the gym, all sweaty and ripe. I'd have chugged at least 2 protein drinks beforehand. I'd arrive home, set my stuff down and make my way into our room. I'd expect you to be lying down. Once you're in position, I'd slowly pull down my shorts, revealing the sweat stained boxers that have stuck themselves to my ass and taint, and straddle your chest with my asshole placed right atop your nose. Once your face is effectively buried in my ass, I'd start up my Playstation and begin letting loose on your poor face. One beefy, sloppy fart after another. Lots of *pppffffpfFFRRAAAAAPPPpppppfffssss* and *bbBRRRRAAaappss* assaulting your soft nose. It fits perfectly against my hole, and I can't help but grind against it. Once I'm out of gas, it's time for you to clean me up. I take off my boxers and move into a squatting position. The rest of the evening is spent with you licking and sucking on my puckered hole, while I occasionally let it rip inside of your warm mouth.

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pt two

pt 1

Quinn was a mix of excited and nervous. Nonetheless he got dressed faster than he had in his life and practically floored it to Lucas house. As he exited his car he gazed at the house before him. It was definitely nicer than his, but considering Luca is the assistant to a scientist he wasn’t surprised, even Quinn got a good pay just for being a test dummy so Luca must be earning a good amount of money.

Quinn made his way to his front door and felt his heart about to come out of his chest. He felt like a child getting so flustered over a little crush. He rung the door bell and immediately he heard the locks turning and the door swing open, almost as if Luca had been waiting behind the door patiently this whole time.

Quinn awkwardly waved hi, it’s been a while since he’s seen Luca in person, but he hasn’t forgotten how tall he was even at regular height. A whopping 6’7 to his 5’7. “Quinn! it’s nice to see you, please come on in.” Luca said moving out the way to let him through.

Quinn stepped in and was amazed, the inside of the house looks just as amazing as outside, pretty big and spacious, makes sense for such a tall man such as himself. “Please sit, make yourself comfortable “

Quinn sat down on the big couch, he felt so awkward not knowing what to say.”Nice place you got here! It’s a very nice home”.

Luca chuckled,” Thanks, I usually don’t have people over so I'm sorry it isn’t tidier.”

“Oh trust me compared to the state of my apartment this place is basically a mansion!”. They both laughed.

After the laughter died down there was an awkward silence between the two of them. “So…. what movie are we watching today?” said Quinn.

Lucas face seemed to light up as he said that “Oh yes… the movie yeah wait right here i’ll be right back.” as he walked away Quinns eyes made their way straight down to his massive ass. He still couldn’t believe he was under that and lived!

He quickly looked away as he didn’t want to get caught looking.

A couple minutes passed and Luca came back with some popcorn, chips, soda cans and what seemed to be a remote and placed them on the little table infront of them. He plopped down across from Quinn and looked at him directly in his eyes. Quinn started to feel himself blushing.

“Alright Quinn, in my hand is a remote similar to the big ray gun that shrunk you down a week ago, only thing with this device is that instead of it being limited to a inputted time you’ll stay shrunk until you get hit with the ray from remote again and you’ll grow back to full size.”

Quinn was a mix of shocked and amazed. “Ok.. so what are you trying to tell me?”

Luca smirked. “You see, since we ended the test round, all I could think about was the rush of having someone under me in that way, so I wanted to make a deal with you. If you’d like, I want you to spend the weekend with me as a tiny under my ass, of course if you don’t want to we can just watch the movie and continue our day as if this conversation never happened.”

Quinn's heart started pounding, as much as he’d like to be shocked by what he heard, all he could think about too was being smothered by Lucas' giant ass again. “You know Luca, i can’t lie and say i haven’t been thinking about being under you for sometime already so why not? If anything I know I can take it” he said winking at him.

Luca raised an eyebrow. “Oh you think so? You do know this won’t be like in the test room right?”

Quinn just shrugged his shoulders “Maybe so, but isn’t it good to see how shrunken people would hold up in real life situations too?”

Lucas face lit up.” I can’t argue with that. it’s a deal then!” He pointed at Quinn and a familiar green light flashed blinding Quinn. As his eyes adjusted the world around him was 10x bigger!

Lucas stood up and made his way infront of Quinn’s spot on the couch, “Alright little man, i did promise we would watch a movie, but… you are sitting on my favorite spot on the couch.”

Quinn caught on to the little game he was playing and crossed his arms and shook his head no.” Well it’s looking tough for you then cause i’m not moving from this spot!”

Lucas was beyond turned on by the situation.” Oh is that so, then don’t be so upset by what happens next,” Luca then turned around and Quinn was meet with the best view in the world, two massive cheeks making their way down on his tiny body.

Luca made sure to drop his full weight on Quinn, grinding his ass into the seat making sure Quinn is lined up right in the middle of his crack. “Sorry for the late warning, but once i get this nice and comfortable i won’t be getting up for some time, good luck down there!”

Quinn was in bliss, it was very faint but he could smell the scent of sweat coming from his ass. Although the pressure was stronger than what he experienced a week ago, he felt his body flatting under the giant and adjusting to the weight above him.

“You know, it’s nice sitting somewhere and not feeling anything, almost like you’re not there at all.” Luca said, clenching his ass trying to feel the tiny man under him.

After almost half an hour of just clenching, Quinn heard a rumble above him. PPPPFFFTTT, a nasty fart washed over Quinn’s tiny body. His eyes started to water as he coughed in the smell. He heard laughter above him.

“Sorry little man, told you it wouldn’t be like last time, those snacks also make me gassy, so be ready for a ton of farts incoming!” Luca said grinding his ass harder into Quinn as to further trap him in the smell. As much as Quinn was disgusted, something about Luca being in such control over him turned him on. PPPPFFFTTTTTTTT, again another 8 second fart was blasted on the tiny.

After hours of continuous movies and what seemed like an endless barrage of farts, Luca kept his word as he never once stood up from his seat. As Luca stood up and looked down, Quinn’s flat body slowly popped back into shape as he sat up a little dazed from the gas fumes he endured the whole time.

“You’re still conscious? I thought you passed out by the second fart, i’ve been unleashing farts on you for hours and you took them all like a champ!.”

Quinn just smirked, “I told you… i can take anything you can dish out.”

Luca took a moment to think and came up with an idea.

“You know Quinn, I think you're right, so I think you’ll be able to handle this then.” As he said that he pulled his pants down revealing these baby blue briefs that seemed to be at the point of bursting trying to hold his ass contained. He picked the tiny Quinn up and without a warning like back his waist band and plopped him down the back of his underwear.

He then went ahead and jiggled his cheeks in his hands causing an earthquake feeling for the poor tiny. “Hehe you know, i can feel you a lot better when you’re inside my undies, i think i’ll keep you there for the weekend. Unfortunately for you these are my favorite pair and i like wearing them to the work out so i think i’ll go ahead and do just that!”

Quinn couldn’t think straight, after being rocked around inside the briefs he felt extremely dizzy. He couldn’t tell what was happening. He did know that Luca was moving and from the sound of his footsteps on the floor he hasn’t left his house.

Luca made his way into his garage where he has some gym equipment that he got so he could work out in the comfort of his home.

He then began to get straight to working out, grabbing the barbell to do his squats. As he made his way down he could feel how Quinn face would press up against his hole. This went on for a couple sets leaving Lucas ass drenched in sweat.

Then he moved to his treadmill, running at a steady pace. His cheeks working up more of a sweat. After some time Quinn seemed to be barely hanging on as Lucas movements finally stopped.

“How you feeling back there buddy still awake?” he said clenching his ass on Quinn. With not much strength left he just squirmed letting the giant know he’s still got some fight left in him.

Luca was impressed, “You know Quinn, i’ve never met a man like you. It seems like no matter what you don’t give up. i like that in a man.” Luca checked the time it was pretty late in the night and then he came up with another idea.

“You know Quinn, i just put you through a lot of pressure and you’re still up and kicking… so i’m thinking of keeping you stuck between my cheeks for the rest of the weekend sound good to you?”

a weak little squirm from him made Luca smile like a mad man. “I thought you would like that, just to let you know, i won’t be changing these undies for quite some time so you’ll probably be trapped in a constant coffin of sweat and farts is that ok?

another wiggle.

Luca just chuckled making his was to his room and laying down on his bed. Before he dozed off the sleep he let the tiny know one more thing. “By the way Quinn, i’ve been told i fart quite a lot when i sleep, but after what you been through today, i think youll be fine”.

Another wiggle letting Luca know it’s fine. As rough as the day was for little Quinn he couldn’t lie to himself and say he didn’t enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by Lucas ass. As he heard the giant snore above him he began to doze off as well, the weekend was about to be real interesting for the both of them

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