#fart stories

[gatzilksis-2]

Brother of the Best Friend

Part One: Release

This story is mostly fictional with a few real elements. Includes adult content. 18+

I followed my best friend Jesse into his mom's house. Jesse wasn't attractive to me at all, small and skinny. I was skinny, too, but I was taller. Jesse was only eighteen, but I was twenty-one. We'd become friends at a job two years before, and we'd spent most of our time together since.

"Mom! We're here!" Jesse yelled to the kitchen at the back.

His mom Sherry came walking to the front, looking frazzled with a red face. "You're late, Jesse. I wanted more time to talk about this. Hi, Danny."

"Hi," I said, wondering what she was talking about.

Jesse was just as confused. "Talk about what?"

Sherry cocked her head towards the dining room. We all took our usual chairs at the round table, leaving one empty, an ugly plaid cushion tied to the wooden seat.

"Your brother will be here in a few minutes," Sherry blurted.

"Marty?" Jesse looked worried, then smiled. "He got out? Good for him."

"You're not mad he's back?" Sherry asked.

Jesse shook his head. "We was away for four years, Mom. Whatever issues I had are gone, and he probably had bigger things to worry about. Like dropping the soap."

I glanced at him. I was openly gay, but his jokes never bothered me. Sherry didn't know my orientation.

"Don't say any jokes like that when he's here!" Sherry pointed a stern finger at Jesse.

"What'd he do again?" I asked.

"Fighting people." Jesse rolled his eyes. "He always had to show people how manly he is."

I fought not to blush. The pictures of Marty in the house were all of him as a kid. I had no idea what he would look like now, but I had a sort of obsession with proud, manly men. I hoped he was ugly, so I wouldn't have to deal with any awkwardness.

The front door knob turned, then someone began to knock. Sherry headed for the door with a smile. "That's him! Come greet your brother."

Jesse sighed, but we followed her to the living room. Sherry opened the door, and I almost gasped.

Marty was not ugly, not by any means. He was blond with neat stubble, big light blue eyes, and a bulky body between fat and muscle. He was covered in tattoos, his buttoned shirt was tight, and his shoes were big.

Marty tackled Sherry into a hug, and she cried over his shoulder. "Welcome home, baby."

The son parted from his mom and slowly approached Jesse. "Jess...you look good."

"You look..." Jesse looked him up and down. "...big."

"Well, when you can't get drugs or walk around, you get this." Marty patted his belly.

"You have boobs." Jesse pushed up one of Marty's pectorals. He let it fall and bounce, and I tried not to watch it.

I realized my mouth was hanging open and shut it, just as Marty turned his clear blue irises on me. "Who's this, your boyfriend?"

He donned a cheeky grin. Jesse grabbed the same breast and twisted. "My best friend Danny."

"Ow!" Marty grabbed his chest when Jesse released him. He gave a little laugh. "Still an ass then, Jess?"

Jesse flipped him off.

Marty turned to me again, holding out a big, tattooed hand. "Sorry. I'm Marty. Nice to meet you."

I shook his hand, finding it smooth and warm.

Marty let go and leaned back to release an extremely loud, deep burp. He grabbed Jesse and blew the belch at his face. Jesse hit him and backed away, sitting on the couch. I sat beside him.

"I'm going to finish dinner." Sherry moved her pointer finger from Jesse to Marty. "Be good."

"Yes, ma'am." Marty sat in Sherry's reading chair in the corner.

I realized I hadn't even checked out his ass. I shouldn't have wanted to. He was my best friend's brother, and he was no doubt completely straight.

That didn't stop me from staring.

"What's been going on, Jess?" Marty asked his brother, who was stuck in the TV.

"Just hanging out with Danny." Jesse shrugged. "Going to community college in the fall. Fast food manager work is good. How was prison?"

Marty didn't answer, just stared with a sinister sort of smile. He readjusted his position in the chair and settled.

A second later, I was attacked by a toxic air assault, a silent fart of epic magnitude. Flatulence was the ultimate manly act, and I appreciated it much more than most people. Of course, I had limits. I didn't intend to sniff anyone's ass directly or have anyone sit on my face. There was such a thing as too many farts, but just the right amount of them could drive me wild.

This one fart was amazing, almost strong enough to taste. I loved when a man could make something so intense.

"God!" Jesse shouted at Marty. "I was waiting for that! How long did it take?"

"I don't know." Marty shrugged, closed his eyes, and put his head back. He took in a slow, deep sniff and smirked. "Ah! Nice. Did you miss it, Jess?"

"Hell no." Jesse got up from the couch, stepping towards the kitchen. "Mom, Marty's farty!"

Marty laughed under his breath. "That was my nickname in school, you know. 'Farty'. Guess that's what I get for having a rhyming name."

I'd stayed in my place, closest to him on this side of the couch. I had been slowly letting the fart in, pretending to hold interest in the show.

"You don't think that's bad?" Marty pushed on. He was intent on talking about it. I was too, but I didn't want him suspecting anything.

I glanced at him, just as he undid the top two buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest. I stiffened in my pants, glad to be sitting. "Yeah, but it's just a fart."

Marty leaned forward. PHWRRMPH! "Ah! Two farts. I had my driver get Taco Bell on the way." He sniffed the air again, giving a dramatic sigh after. "It's good to be free!"

His second fart smacked me, just as pungent as his first. I could almost smell the taco meat in it, all the food he must've consumed...

Why did he have to be my near perfect man?

"I bet," I responded simply, while my mind raced. If he wanted to talk about farts, that's what I would do. I never had a chance to talk about them with anyone else. Then again, it would only make me more horny, only make me want Marty more. "Your mom doesn't mind you farting like that? Jesse doesn't like it."

"I've always farted a lot, ever since I was little. Our dad did, too." Marty sniffed the air again. "Jess not tell you anything about me?"

"Just bad stuff." I shrugged. "Sorry."

"Whatever." Marty shrugged back and stood. "Mom, when's the food done?"

"It's close!"

Marty walked back to the kitchen, and I finally looked at his ass. No surprise, it was a good one, a fat booty shoved into his jean shorts.

I looked over at the reading chair, then looked to the kitchen. No one was watching. If I was careful...

I slipped off the couch and moved to the armchair on my knees. Marty's ass had left an ovular impression in the seat. Before I could get caught, I lowered my nose to the cushion, sniffing the middle of the oval.

It was too strong, and I pulled back. The smell in the seat was like raw, spoiled stomach and an old grease drum. I went in for another sniff and coughed.

I pulled back again and looked behind me. Marty was approaching. I swore in my head and got up quick. "I was stretching."

I'd said it too quickly, lost my cool. Marty raised an eyebrow but laughed. "Okay. Dinner's done."

His fart was fully stuck in my nose, and staring at him at the same time returned my little friend to full hardness. "Be right there. I need to shit first."

"Okay." Marty chuckled and went back to the kitchen.

I got up and practically ran upstairs, before anyone could see the tent in my shorts.

To be continued...

#gatzilksis #farts #eproctophilia #fart kink #eprocto #flatulence #fart fiction #fart stories #male fart fiction #male fart stories

[facefartstories]

Private Farter

"Shut up fucker! You'll get us caught. Private Thomas whispered into Private Kyle's ear. "Dude... are we screwed?!" Kyle was terrified as the enemies gathered closer. "I'll shut you up..." Thomas grinned as he sat on Kyle's lap as they hid behind a tree. "Bro... I..." Kyle was gay... Thomas knew this. He also knew something else. "Shut up... or I'll leave you speechless... they're coming." Thomas threatened Kyle as he folded forward. An intense heat hit Kyle's lap followed by a rancid smell."Just inhale... faggot..." Thomas whispered to Kyle to make him shut up. He felt Kyle's boner poking upwards against his camo pants. Thomas started to rub his ass against it. Kyle was on cloud nine, sniffing the air as quietly as he could. When he felt another wave of heat hit his crotch, Kyle started to rub himself against the heavy weight of his fellow soldier. "Fuck. it stinks out here... something fucking farted..." the men looking for their enemies backed away, running away from Thomas's stink. "Dude…. you think they left?!" Kyle was still nervous, but even more he was pent up with sexual energy. He needed release BAD. "I think they did... which is good... tucking hard to keep these bombs silent." Thomas ripped a fart that was spectacular. BBBBRRRRPPPHHHHBBRRRR...Kyle's eyes rolled to the back of his head as Thomas was deadweight in his lap. As the fart grew more powerful, Kyle jazzed in his pants. "That'll learn ya, faggot! Next time you wanna whine about a situation like that and get us caught, I'll push your faggot ass right in front of them so I can escape." Thomas stood up and walked away while tanning his ass of the rancid SBD he was leaving in his path. Kyle was sitting there exhausted from the stink of Thomas's gas, and the feeling from shooting his load. As he got up, he ran closer to Thomas. "Thomas... you didn't mean that right? We'll be okay?" Kyle looked worried. "Yeah buddy... I won't hurt you... you're too fun to fart on..." Thomas grinned as they made their way back to a nearby bunker. It was going to be one smelly night.

#Private Farter #eproctophilia #male farts #fart story #fart kink #eprocto #military men farts #military farts #gay military farts #gay military #fart stories #gay fart stories

[gassyloves]

Best Bros

Collin and Jace are roommates in their first year at BLANK University. Collin is openly gay and studies theatre while Jace is your stereotypical straight dude. He’s 6′4″ with curly brown hair and brown eyes- very, very dreamy. He loves to workout and play sports with his friends, can get any girl (or guy for that matter) he wants, and just overall exudes charisma and confidence. The semester is only about two weeks in, but the two guys have bonded quite well. All it took was a fart.

Collin was cooking something to eat in their shared kitchenette when Jace came home.

“Smells good. What are you cooking?”

“Just some rice and beans. Want some?”

“If you have some left after you’ve had all you want, sure!”

“I’m making plenty, so please help yourself.”

“Awesome, man, thanks!”

Jace sets his bag down and plops face down on the living room couch.

“You okay?” Collin says with a laugh.

“Yeah it’s just been a long morning.”

“Well, it’s Friday! You can chill out all you want.”

“That’s true. Hmm.”

“What?”

“I just remembered I was gonna play basketball with the boys tonight, but I honestly don’t really want to.”

“Girl’s night!”

Jace laughs. “Hell yeah, man!”

“The rice and beans are done for whenever you want it!”

“Bet.”

They both grab a bowl and fill it with food and sit down. The two talk, eat, and watch tv when Collin says,

“Ah shit!”

“What?”

“I spilt on my pants. Ugh and all my laundry is in the wash.

It’s not that big of a deal. We’re inside and it’s just us.”

“I guess. I just feel gross haha”

“Want a pair of shorts or something?”

“Sure, actually. Thank you!”

Jace smiles and goes into his room and comes back with a pair of black basketball shorts. He hands them to Collin in a ceremonial manner, with a bow.

Collin laughs and takes the shorts.

“Thanks bae.”

Jace smooches at Collin. “No problem buddy.”

Collin doesn’t usually wear athletic clothing like that, but it’s a chance for him to feel like one of his “bros”, so he takes his dirty pants off and slides the shorts on. Once they’re done eating, they put their bowls in the sink and go to the couch to watch more tv. Jace leans over to Collin and asks,

“Wait wait dude... do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

PPPPBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT

A monstrous 8 second fart fires out of Jace’s basketball short cladded ass.

“Excuse me” he said with a grin.

“That was huge oh my God”

“Eh, it was alright.”

“I am afraid of you.”

“I’m harmless.” He gives a wink. “My brother on the other hand, his farts are fucking insane. He once sat on me and farted until I passed out.”

Collin laughs. “I can’t imagine you never fought back.”

“He’s a few years older than me so I never had the chance until I was like 16. But once I got strong enough to, you bet I pinned him down and gave him a taste of what he had been giving me my whole life. Also, sorry I didn’t warn you.”

“Warn me for what?”

BBBBBBBRRR

“That.”

Suddenly, Collin feels something in his stomach. He has never been much of a farter, but he felt one coming and wanted to bond with his new friend.

“That’s okay. Because I didn’t warn you about this.” BRRBRRRRTBBT.

“DUDE! I never thought I’d hear you fart.” 

“I’m usually embarrassed by it so I only do it while I’m alone.”

“That was awesome though!”

“You’re too much.”

They go back to watching.

Collin feels something again. He turns to Jace and with a grin hikes his leg up.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.      BRRRRPP

“Two in a row?”

BRP. “Three.”

Jace sees what’s happening. The friendly competition is about to begin.

Jace, without losing focus, leans with his ass towards Collin.

“Hey no aimin-”

PPPPPPRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRR

“Beat that. Wait wait wait-” BBBBBBBRBRBRBRBR BRBRBRBRBR RBBRBRBR BR

“And those.”

Collin tries to push. “Fuck, I don’t have any more.”

“Cool dude, I do.” GRGBBBBFFFBBBBBRRBRTRBTRBTRBTRpppppbbttBRAP

He then lets out an exaggerated sigh.

A few moments go by without any farts, and Collin thinks it’s his time to shine. Like Jace did before, he leans with his ass toward Jace. Without realizing though, Jace was doing the same. The two dudes let out an explosive fart at the exact same time.

BBBBBBRBRBRRBBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBR

BRBRBRBRBBBPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBRRRRRPPPPPPPPFFFFFGGBRBR

Collin’s fart lasted longer, but the guys were too amazed at the synchronicity of their gas to give it much attention.

“Dude!” Jace said as he and Collin high five.

“If only mine wasn’t longer and more powerful than yours, our souls would be like intertwined but with farts.”

“Okay showoff.” Jace says with a laugh and a punch to Collin’s arm.

“Why’d you wait so long to fart in front of me?”

“You waited to fart in front of me too, dude.”

“Well yeah because I’m self conscious. You fart loud and proud.”

“I didn’t want to gross you out before we became friends. “

They laugh.

But now that we are...

Jace turns his head to Collin and gives him a mischievous grin. He stands up in a squat and seemingly without any effort at all releases one of the biggest farts Collin has ever heard.

PPPPPPPPRRRRBRBRBRBRBBBBBBBBBAAAAABABABABPPPPERRRRRRGRBGRBGRBRGBRGBRGRBGRBGRBGRBGRBGRBRGBRGBRGBRGRBGRBRGBRG

“Holy fuck, dude. That even shocked me.”

“Yeah holy shit. Did you shit?”

“Psh. Nah bro, I’m all air.” He then swiftly pushes his ass towards Collin and lets out a cute little poot. Collin slaps Jace’s ass away and he laughs.

“Collin I have a favor to ask you.”

“What could it possibly be?”

Jace extends his pointer finger to Collin. “Pull this please.”

He does so and Jace releases another rancid fart.

“Is the contest still going on? You have a lot to catch up-”

BBUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP

Collin releases a huge, nasty sounding burp that ends in a cute grin.

“Oh we’re getting into another territory now. Watch this.”

Jace stands up and breathes in a big gulp of air. At the same time, he sucks in some more air through his ass, which is loud enough for Collin to hear.

“Wait, you can do this shit on command?”-

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHBHBHBHBHBHBHBHBHBH

PPRRRRRBBBBBBTTBTBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBB

He lets out a massive burp and fart at the same time.

“You win.”

“I know. But it was fun getting you out of your shell.” He smiles and rustles Collin’s hair. “I’m gonna go take a nap.”

“Okay!”

Jace lets something else out, although it’s not gas.

“Hey, um, would you want to take one with me?”

“Sure! but why”

“I’m in the mood to cuddle.”

Collin stares at Jace. “Sure, why not. But can it be in my room? Yours is kind of hot.”

“Whatever you want.”

“Cool cool cool. Oh, and don’t dutch oven me or I’ll bite your dick off.”

“Oh don’t worry. I absolutely will be doing that.”

Collin rolls his eyes and Jace laughs. As they get to the bedroom door, Jace walks into the back of Collin, who immediately takes the moment to rip a nasty sounding fart on Jace’s crotch.

“Dude, I’m so sorry it just slipped out.” Collin says as he opens his door.

“Oh, it’s really on now.”

Jace goes into Collin’s room and closes the door behind him, interested to see what comes of his friendship.

#farts #male farts #malefart #dude farts #gayfartfiction #burping #farting #fart stories #gassyguys

[cmm460]

David and Ethan

Pictured David

Part 4: An Exciting Vacation (II)

The night came to a close, with David, Ethan, and Jeff farting loudly in front of one another. Jeff had just taken a selfie of himself and farted in his undies. “Oops, that one slipped” commented Jeff. Ethan and David chuckled at the fart, getting hard in the process. “I’m going to call it a night boys” said David. “I need to get some rest for work tomorrow.” “Night dad!” yelled Ethan. David got up from his seat on the chair and began to walk towards the bathroom. He was getting turned on by the situation, farting in front of the boys and hearing them fart as well. Ethan and Jeff watched him intently as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. “Your dad farted a lot tonight Ethan”.“He always does”, Ethan replied. “We were all pretty gassy tonight. Speaking of which…” and with that Ethan got up, stuck out his butt, and ripped a huge one. It was a big ripper, one of the biggest of the night. “Ahh!!!”, Ethan muttered. David heard the conversation and chuckled to himself “That’s my boy.” David stood in front of the toilet and started pissing. Towards the end of the piss he felt a big rumble in his gut. He squatted a bit, and let the biggest fart of the night echo throughout the bathroom. It went on for 15 seconds then petered out into a second, shorter fart. Both boys heard the farts and instantly grinned at each other. David came out momentarily. “That was a big one sir” Jeff commented. David laughed. “Hey David, pull my finger” exclaimed Jeff, who was still sitting in his seat on the couch. David went over and pulled Jeff’s finger. A five second ripper came out of Jeff. “Nice one” said David. He proceeded to pat him on the back. “Goodnight boys”.

David went to his bedroom to relax. The boys continued to watch TV until 1 in the morning, farting every now and then. They commented on each other’s gas and recalled the various farts ripped throughout the night. They eventually called it a night and went to their room to sleep. Ethan nodded off almost immediately, but Jeff was still awake. He hadn’t taken a dump in the last few days, and his dinner was weighing heavy in his bowels. After ripping a few more farts in his bed he eventually went to the bathroom. As he headed towards the bathroom, he could hear David rip one into the mattress, which got him hard. He didn’t know that David was still awake. He stood in front of the toilet to piss and let out three beefy farts, sighing in relief. He didn’t close the bathroom door. He then sat on the toilet to take his dump. David was in his room replaying the events of the night. He was immensely turned on by it all. He always liked to fart, and sharing that moment with his son and Jeff turned him on even more. He couldn’t sleep because of his lingering heartburn and gas. He heard Jeff go the bathroom and fart during his piss. David too began to feel the need to take a dump, conveniently, so he got out of bed, put on his sweatpants, and headed to the bathroom.

At that moment Jeff started to relax. He looked up and saw David stumble into the bathroom. “Oh… didn’t realize you were in here Jeff. Sorry, thought I left the bathroom light on” said David, acting dumb. Jeff was slightly embarrassed, yet happy to see David at that moment.  “No worries sir,” Jeff replied, “just need to take a dump. Haven’t gone in a couple of days.” “No problem at all Jeff. Mind if I give you some company?” asked David, closing the door. “I’ve got a killer heartburn and am needing to go too.” “I don’t see why not” responded Jeff. Jeff let go at the point. He grunted loudly, his first thick log making a big splash into the water. Jeff sighed in relief. He sat on the toilet for 10 minutes, grunting, farting, and sighing shamelessly on the toilet. During these 10 minutes, David started asking Jeff some questions. “So, Jeff… Do you like farts?” Jeff was caught off guard and started blushing. “Yeah”, he responded, a bit embarrassed. “It’s ok Jeff. As you know, I love farts myself. Started during my pubescent years, going over to friends’ houses and hearing them rip. I see you are in a similar situation with my son?” “Um, yeah” responded Jeff. He’d never been in this position before. “I remember Ethan and I were pissing at the urinals at school. Was holding in my farts all day until one slipped out in front of Ethan. We’ve been farting in front of each other ever since.” “Ha ha, it happens” laughed David. David cut a deep fart at that moment. “Oops, excuse me Jeff.” “Big fart”, exclaimed Jeff. “That’s the hundredth time you’ve farted tonight!”

Jeff finished and started wiping, his big ass off the seat. He flushed the toilet, pulled up his undies, and went to the sink to wash his hands. David then sat on the toilet and took another antacid. “Those antacids make you fart a lot David.” “Yeah, they do. Helps my heartburn, but gives me lots of gas. I remember when I first took these in high school. My father was driving me home from school. My guts were rumbling 30 minutes after taking it. I farted so loud in the car that my father looked at me and grimaced at the smell. It provided me with much relief that day so I decided to keep taking them as needed” David exclaimed. Jeff laughed, “that’s awesome." You can keep taking them in front of me and rip ass.” “Oh I will Jeff.” David took his dump like Jeff had done before him. Several big farts followed by thick logs that almost clogged the toilet. David felt better after his dump as did Jeff. David cleaned up and thanked Jeff for keeping him company. Both went back to their rooms, jacked off, and drifted off to sleep for the night.

To be continued…

#farting #dad #son #butt #fart stories #farted #male farts

[kipercrow]

Hi, I'm KiperCrow you can call me Krow/Crow, Kiper

I write eprocto stories on DeviantArt

And upload Fart Scenes from TV Shows/Movies on my YouTube Channel:

#Male farts #Gay farts #eproctophilia #Eprocto #Fart kink #Fart stories #Fart story #Gay fart story #Fart scene

[mizz-stress]

I really want my girlfriend to fart on me but idk how to ask her && I don't want to lose her

I mean, if that's something you're really into and you don't think you can live without.... is she really the right one for you? Maybe she'd be fine with you seeking that elsewhere? idk... I'm terrible at advice, if you're looking for it.

#couple #k!nk #seggsual #18+ #fart #fart noises #fan fart #fart stories #art fart #girlfriend #confession #confessional #confess anything

[sulfursmells]

Oops!!

“Oops, I dropped my pen.” , hunter says as he purposely drops his pen to the ground while keeping your gaze. Hunter is a notorious gas bag that loves to play pranks and jokes using his well defined ass and rancid gas. Hunter began to bend down displaying his huge ass, a size that could only be accomplished by a combination of hard work and genetics. My view eclipsed by his cheeks and he continued to bend down looking for his pen. Then, a loud torrent of gas exits his ass along with a vile smell. My eyes water and a cough at the smell of burning garbage as he kept searching for his pen. A minute passes as he continues to rip the same fart that has my nose hairs burning from the scent. “Did you find it yet?” I manage to get out between the coughs as I look down at Hunter wondering what’s taking so long.I look down at Hunter that he is already holding the pen in his hand with a look of pure relief on his face. “Yeah almost got it” he says as the gas momentarily stops. “Hold on I have to reach for it.” Hunter says then you hear a grunt as the loudest fart you’ve ever heard hit you right in the face. You cover your nose as you began to dry heave from taking that nuclear bomb to the face. “Ahh got it, what’s got you all messed up?” Hunter asks with a sly smile.

#male farts #fart kink #fart story

[gassywill]

Camping Fart Slave Training - Part 1

I didn't want to go camping with Joeseph due to not wanting to be in an enclosed space with him for an extended period of time.

We had been friends since school, always around at each other's houses but recently Joeseph started to enjoy teasing me by being gross, farting around or sometimes on me, burping constantly and sometimes making me wake up with his shoe tied to my face.

However, nothing could prepare me for this.

I arrived at the campsite Joeseph stood there, his blonde scruffy hair blowing in the wind and his silky tracksuit bottoms and the tent that didn't look too big.

As I approached I could see the campfire on with a disposable BBQ cooking some burgers and sausages. I went into the tent and set up my side, there wasn't much room in the tent however as I moved something fell out of Joeseph's bag, what looked like a gas mask from the war...

"Mate what the f**k is this?" holding the gas mask in the air, "Oh that's for later don't stress man food ready" Joeseph replied with a beaming smile on his face.

Confused I finished getting sorted and headed out.

It was cold outside so we just sat and quickly ate, the food was lush. Unfortunately, the quiet location wed chosen was ruined by a large rumble in Joesephs belly then a huge fart erupting out of his ass.

He laughed as I companies about the smell, even outside it was putrid. "Don't do that in the tent man we will both die" smiling Joeseph responded, "Oh don't worry I have a solution for that".

I just laughed it off, we chatted some more but then it was too cold to stay out so I headed to the toilet while Joeseph got sorted.

I entered the tent to Joeseph topless, with his tracksuit bottoms still on and no socks, he was laying on top of his sleeping bag and was stroking his dick.

I laid down in my sleeping bag and zipped it up, shortly after a smell started to fill the whole tent, a rancid eggy smell from Joeseph ass.

"F**k man that's rank, you said you weren't gonna do this," I said while choking on the putrid smell that had filled our small tent.

At that very moment Joeseph sat on my chest, looking down at me he smiled and said "Ah yes the solution" he grabbed the gas mask I had seen before holding it up and inspecting it "You see, I want a fart slave full time as my gas has been getting so bad. So I thought you'd make a good candidate"

I started to struggle in the sleeping bag "Mate what?!? Please don't I can't take this anymore" As I finished that sentence Joeseph gagged me with one of his dirty socks. Ensuring I could no longer speak.

He placed the gas mask over my face, making sure it was airtight. He placed his hand over the filter of the gas making me squirm as I couldn't breathe and released it once I reacted "Ah good, no escape".

He then attached a specially fitted hose to the gas mask testing that the same way to ensure it was airtight. He then got off me, on his knees he turned round to show me a zip on the back of his tracksuit bottoms. He unzipped it and attached the other end of the hose to a specially fitted attachment.

The foul smell of his ass shot down the hose and into the mask, filling it within seconds of his musty ass smell.

He then got out some tape and taped it around my sleeping bag meaning I couldn't get out of it, secured into it and secured to his ass. I couldn't even move my hands out of the bag because of his tape.

"Ok, fart sniffer here is what's gonna happen, when we leave this campsite your gonna be under my control forever. You'll want to do nothing but inhale my gas". He said as he stroked my dick.

I thought to myself that it won't happen, how could I love and beg for his farts when they were so disgusting and made me feel ill.

"What I am going to do is make sure that every time I fart I stroke your dick, I want you to think of the pleasure you get down there every time I fart. I am going to make you cum from my gas"

I squirmed again and once tried to reason in my head what was happening. Then it his me, the foul stench, he had farted

I began to squirm from the stench that had begun to fill the mask until the hose started to vibrate and then the sound came to PPFFFRRRTTTTRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

"Oh fuck that felt good," Joespeh said as he laughed loudly "How was that fart sniffer," he said while stoking my dick which was soft.

I was squirming around, the tent shaking. Joseph laughed as he released silent farts continuously into the mask. This was hell.

#gassy farts #gay farts #male farts #fart story #gassy boy #gasmaskfart

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

#maomao: that's because the old fart knows poison tasting and experiments are my own choice :) #gaoshun: jinshi-sama you also let xiaomao do the poison tasting still... #jinshi (ignoring gaoshun): YOU CHOSE ME TOO!!!!! #but yeah i like that lakan respects maomao's career choices #and so i respect him for this being from where i am and all :/ #anyway i was thinking of that web novel side story where lakan dragged lahan in a bamboo mat on a horse just for setting them up on a date #so the lakan part is pretty much canon #it was so funny that now i can't wait for when he finds out about them 🥰😋 #kusuriya no hitorigoto #the apothecary diaries #lakan #jinshi x maomao #knh memes

[nagusposting]

haven't been able to think of anything funny lately but enjoy this weird garak and weyoun

#hi #posted these to my insta story earlier #anyway #garak #weyoun #fart #ds9

[stinkfacestories]

The day you found out you had won Jason Kelces Beard Challenge was the best day of your life. The challenge was simple: put together a snap or tiktok video of how to get a beard as good as Jason and the top winner would win a day with Jason. Your video was a long shot: you made a tiktok showing how if you mixed essence of dwarf, with a bit of neanderthal, and just a splash of viking inside Abraham Lincoln's hat and applied it to your face, you'd look as good as Jason. It did t get very many views but Jason loved it. The next thing you knew you were in Philadelphia meeting the man himself at the airport.

The tour of Philadelphia through Jason Kelces eyes was a lot of stops at places he loved to eat. Steak sandwich, sausage, pizza, ice cream. The man just loved to eat. As the day dragged on just as Afternoon turned to evening he took you to Lincoln Field, his home turf. There was no game and the place was locked down, but that was nothing a few signed balls couldn't handle.

He took you to the locker room, the place where he told you he feels most free to be himself. You both sat down on the bench in front of his locker. He took out a case of bud light and cracked one open. The man drank so much bud lite you swore he was sponsored by them.

He told you to be quiet. To just listen to the sound of the room. To drink it in and become one with the soul of real American football.

The only thing you heard was the bench breaking as Kelce leaned forward and let out a fart with a satisfied grunt.

"Oh, sorry," he said, not sounding very sorry.

"Really? " you said. You looked at him, almost appalled that he would do that with you right next to him.

Jason turned and gave you a wink. "Dont tell me you don't find farts funny. Your a guy. All guys love farts." 

You rolled your eyes. "Not really."

"What about this one," he said and let loose a loud bassy fart.

"God stop it, it's so gross," you said as you slid away, but suddenly found yourself pressed against the wall of the locker room. "Seriously dude. What the fuck?"

"C'mon," Jason said as he moved over towards you. “I warned you. Remember when I ate that large sausage with pickled garlic ave said ‘were in trouble later’? What do you think I meant.” and placed a hand on your chest, giving you a bit of a push. "Don't be a prude."

You were caught between a wall, and a wall of beef holding you in place. "Seriously, stop it".

"Can't stop. Won't stop," he said still pressing you in the wall. His eyes were the kind of dull that only cheap low quality beer can make the."You know I bet you never had an older brother. Between me, my dad and Travis we learned to appreciate farts. My dad told me that the best cure is exposure. So to get you up to speed I think I need to gas you more"

He  pressed into you and lifted up his keg and let loose with a fart so powerful it echied through the empty locker room.. You struggled to get away from the horrible stench, but couldn't escape.

"No, don't do this," you said as it overwhelmed you.

He turned around and pressed his huge soft center lineman ass in your face, the soft fabric of his shorts spreading across your face like warm dough. It was too much, and you were powerless to stop it. His asshole flexed and relaxed as it sent out a long drawn out series of wet sounding farts. You gagged as the air around you filled with the horrid odor.

"Fuck that was a good one," he said, not budging an inch. “Three point stance just rips these farts out of me.”

"I think I'm going to puke," you said, trying not to vomit.

"If your gonna puke, aim that way, I like these shorts." he said pointing. "Do you think it's funny yet?"

"No!" You coughed.

"Alright you asked for it" he presses his ass harder, wedging your nose on his cheeks. He let loose with a rapid fire volley of farts that left you breathless and coughing. He backed away, chuckling at you.

"God, fuck, that's rank!" You coughed. You tried to breathe fresh air but the locker room had been total polluted by Kelces ass.

"Come on. You don't have to love them, but you gotta at least admit they are funny and manly now. How can you like football and not think farts are funny." he let you stew and come up with an answer.

"Fuck...no," you say.

He shrugged. "Ok. Your loss," he said and pressed his ass in your face again.

"No! Please. God. No. Fuck!"

"What's it going to take? Do I need to pull my shorts down and give you a bare ass stinkface?" He said, pressing even harder.

"No! No more. Fine. They're fucking funny," you cried.

"What?" He said. "I couldn't hear you"

"They're funny!"

"Now are you just saying that to make me stop?"

"No, I mean it. They are funny and they are manly."

"Well, if it's funny you won't have a problem asking me to do it a few more times so you can properly laugh. Right?"

"Uh...fine. Sure. Just, please, no more, I can't take it."

He turned and farted once. "Laugh. Laugh hard and long and deep." He was getting frustrated that you weren't laughing. "Seriously come on guy. This is just as bad for me as it is for you. It's hard to hold this position and if I keep farting I'm going to have to take a dump soon"

"Oh god no!"

"Laugh dammit!" He yelled.

"No, no, I can't."

"Fine then," he said. He pulled you down and set you face up on the bench. He loomed over you. "Ok big fucking guns time" he pulled down his shorts and hovered his raw hairy bear ass over your face.

"Oh shit, dude please don't!" His as was a beast. This close you could make out the rough skin. His ass had taken a pounding over the years and looked like a hefty bag overfilled with cottage cheese. The hair on his crack was dense and black. 

"Do you think this is funny?"

"Yes, yes, fuck, yes!" You were sobbing, your body convulsing.

“Good. Then you'll find this hilarious.” he sat down. He sat down hard. He rocked back and forth, the wiry hair of his ass crack scouring your face. He dug deep like he has an itch he was trying to scratch.

"Laugh. C'mon. Laugh, laugh like a big boy." He said, simultaneously belching and farting.

"Ahahaha!" You started crying and laughing.

"Oh fuck. What a fucking cry baby. Laughing at farts is supposed to be funny. Not sad."

"I'm sorry," you sobbed.

"Just...fucking stop," he said, standing and pulling up his shorts as he got off you. "Baby can't handle a grown man's ass. Jesus fuck"

He sat down next to you. You were still shaking a little, tears coming from your eyes. "I'm sorry," you said.

"It's fine, it's not the first time I've gassed someone like that," he said. "your not the only one who cried either "

You sniffed, still wiping tears away. "It was just so...overwhelming. The smell, and the sound, and the pressure..."

"It was a lot. It was," he said.

He drained his bud light and crushed the can. "Ok second chance to get it right." He leaves forward and farted, then looked to you to see your reaction.

You laughed. A genuine laugh. "Fuck, dude."

He smiled and farted again. You kept laughing. "It's funny, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It is," you said, laughing some more.

"Now you" he said 

You panicked. You didn't have to fart. You were to nervous.

"What the hell. Do it"

"I don't know if I can," you said.

"Come on. Do it. Do it" he chanted.

"I can't."

"You trying to make me mad? You're a guy. You should always be ready to let rip"

"But I'm not drunk like you are. And I'm not a fucking monster with an ass like yours."

"Fine, then, let's fix that." He reached down and ripped a huge one. He reached for his phone and placed a call "Trav. Yeah we got an emergency. Yeah get that chili defrosted and get some real cheap beer. Ooooh and some gas station food. Yeah he's a wimp. Didn't laugh. No he did. Fuck no she can't come to.  Alright. Love you. No homo" he hung up the phone.

"Your brother's coming over?"

"Yup. And he's gonna be pissed if you don't laugh when he cuts one. He loves farts. And he's got an ass that could kill a guy."

"Wait..."

"We're going to our man cave. It's a cabin in the woods. Just guys. Strict no pants policy. You better hope Trav remembered his boxers. You are gonna learn to love being a man like us and become the third Kelce brother, or you ain't leaving that shack."

"What's it going to be like," you said, afraid, but also excited.

"Oh, you're gonna hate every minute, and you're gonna love every minute."

"Fuck. I'm going to get wrecked, aren't I?"

"Oh definitely. We will probably fuck up your head so much. You're going to end up with a fetish for this."

You laughed.

All you could do was laugh.

#stinkface #farting #face farting #face sittting #gassy hunks #jason kelce #stinkface stories

[gatzilksis-2]

My New Boyfriend

I met my new boyfriend Regan while working at a fast food restaurant. He's super cute, shaved light blond hair with big blue eyes and a little round belly.

He was a manager, and his shirt tightly clung to his belly. It drove me insane every time I saw it. I just wanted to touch him.

We started becoming friends back then. I assumed he was gay, but I was involved with someone and couldn't ask him out.

And then there was one wonderful day. I'd been about to follow Regan into the office, but he yelled. "Don't come in here!"

I asked why, and he said "I farted and it stinks."

Of course I had to sample it. I came into the office to a strong, sour smell undercut with the stench of soft shit. It was a great fart. "It's not that bad."

"You're crazy. I had wings last night and now it's bubbling." Regan set a hand on his belly, again driving me nuts.

Unfortunately, I didn't smell any more farts then. But about a week later, I went outside to smoke and Regan came with me. He bent both knees and farted powerfully without a word, deep and gargling. He stood straight and smiled at me for a reaction.

I could smell it on the air, stronger than his last one. I laughed. "That was good."

And not long after that, I quit the job, one reason being that I was in a relationship and couldn't do things with Regan.

But after I broke up with my fiance...

I saw Regan's car was at the fast food place and stopped by. I asked him out, he said yes, and then we had a date to Applebee's and the movies.

A silent fart spread through his car between the restaurant and the cinema. Regan smiled and cracked his window. "Good thing it's right across the street. I might rip during the movie."

"Romantic," I joked.

"I'll try not to."

I'm out of time for now, but more is coming soon ❤️

#farts #gatzilksis #eproctophilia #fart kink #eprocto #flatulence #fart fiction #fart stories #male fart fiction #male fart stories

[facefartstories]

Stranded Fart Tank

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

Let me know what you guys think In the chat below.

#fart tank #eproctophilia #male farts #military men farts #military farts #gay military fart stories #face fart story #fart story #fart kink #eprocto

[batwynn]

Listen. The moment you get an older than 45 queer romance going in media I’m thrilled and I just don’t gaf if it’s sad, ‘Bad Rep’, light and happy, plot B, not ‘serious enough’, ‘too serious’, Can’t Happen Because One of Them Only is in Love With the Other Inside a Mind Split Work Place, Not Safe For Work, etc. I don’t care. I want it to exist and I will thoroughly enjoy it.

I grew up hearing about all the friends my mom lost in the queer community. I grew up knowing that those people would never have a romance that aged with their bodies. That they’d never have these kinds of stories. That the people who did survive still face hatred and violence just for holding hands in public even after living through this shit for so many years. So, yeah. I want to see the older queer couples in love, ok? I don’t care if it’s not the Young People Aesthetic or ‘Good Representation’ or wtfever. I just don’t care. They deserve to age, and love, and be messy, and be real people, and have stories told about it.

#lgbtq+ #queer community #SAGE #queer elders #severance #mention #anyway support your queer elders and their stories #we are lucky to have those stories #we are so lucky they can be shown and shared #we are LUCKY #shout out to #fellow travelers #Our Flag Means Death #as well #just you know #people. existing. aging. being queer #tw: death #aids crisis #my brain farted out and I can’t think of the others I wanted to tag #but hey tag your favorite not 20 something queer couple #any media #go for it

[cmm460]

David and Ethan

Pictured Ethan

Part 5: An Exciting Vacation (III)

David and Jeff had finally drifted off to sleep. They had jacked off at each others’ bodily functions and had a good nights rest. The two decided not to tell Ethan about that night’s event. The next few days sent David off to work at the local office in the city. It was an 8-5 timeframe for the next few days, which left Ethan and Jeff to their own vices. The two friends awoke late the next morning after David had gone to work. Both were in need of the bathroom. Ethan needed to take a dump. They wished each other a good morning. Ethan was the first to get out of bed. He stood up, let out a loud burp, then hiked his left leg up to let out an enormous fart that lasted 15 seconds. Jeff chuckled at his friend’s fart, “Ethan you stink”. Ethan had passed a smelly fart. “Excuse me” replied Ethan. “I need to take a dump. Haven’t gone in a couple of days. Care to join me?” Jeff replied with, “sure thing! I have to pee”. Both have had buddy dumps in the past and have seen each other naked so this wasn’t out of the ordinary. Jeff was the first to use the toilet. Jeff had a lot of urine stored up. He farted twice during the middle of his piss, which both boys laughed at. Once Jeff finshed, Ethan took a seat on the toilet. Jeff proped himself on to the vanity to watch Ethan take a dump. Ethan was a bit consitpated. He started his piss as he sat on the toilet, then let two big farts echo into the room. Both had chuckled at the farts. Ethan was grunting a bit as he sat on the toilet, until his turd hit the water with a loud splash. “You ok” asked Jeff. “Yeah” replied Ethan. “I’m really constipated.” “You didn’t take any of your dad’s alka seltzer for heartburn did you?”  asked Jeff. Ethan laughed and replied with a resounding no. Ethan was able to pass three more turds into the toilet. He finished 15 minutes later, with Jeff commenting on how huge his dump was. Like his father the night before, Ethan’s dump had almost clogged the toilet. “Phew… that was a close one” muttered Ethan. Jeff laughed in response.

There was a bit of fart talk after Ethan’s dump. They again reminisced about their farts from the night before. Jeff had commented on David’s, how big they were. This led Ethan to ask Jeff about his father and his fart habits. This was the first time during their friendship that Ethan had asked this question. Jeff, while caught off guard, felt the need to reciprocate since he got to experience Ethan’s dad fart around him. “My dad farts quite often” explained Jeff. “You know I have two older brother’s as well. Our dad encouraged us to fart when we had too. We never held back in front of one another with our farts. The bigger the better. There was one time we had a wedding rehersal to attend. The four of us were at a hotel one night and had a huge dinner after rehersal. We were very gassy by the time we got back to our room. Still in our suits, we just started farting shamelessly. I remember hearing muffled rumbles come from my dad as he sat on the hotel’s leather chair watching the news.” That’s awesome,” replied Ethan. “Maybe your dad could get with the three of us and we can have a fart-a-thon.” Jeff laughed and pondered on the idea to himself.

The rest of the trip followed a similar routine. Ethan and Jeff went siteseeing in the city while David tended to his work. The three would have the same ritual every evening as far as their farts were concerned. Ethan and Jeff slept in the same bed for the remainder of the trip, spooning each other while blasting their farts on each other in the bed. Eventually the day came for the men to pack up and head home. They had a big breakfast at the airport. Ethan was experiencing heartburn due to the hot sauce he had with his burrito. He asked his father for an alka seltzer tablet, which he took right away. “Be careful son,” replied David. “Those might give you some major gas” “Not like you,” replied Ethan. Both David and Jeff laughed. They eventually checked-in at their designated gate. There was an hour’s wait before their scheduled flight. Ethan started nodding off in one of the terminal chair’s as he did not get much sleep the night before. David and Jeff were on both sides of him. They both felt a vibration come from Ethan as he was sitting there, dozing off. David and Jeff grinned at each other after they felt the vibration. “Oh Ethan,” David told Jeff. “He’s always farted in his sleep. And now he’s full of gas. Hope he doesn’t cut a huge one here and embarrass himself.” Jeff laughed. Both went back to doing what they were doing. Ethan was full of gas, farting into his seat every couple of minutes. Jeff and David could feel the vibrations of his farts. Some were even audible. Others who were seated nearby could feel the vibrations as well, but decided to be polite and not embarrass Ethan. They politely moved to another area of the terminal, which David and Jeff noticed. The plane finally arrived so David woke up Ethan to tell him that they’d be boarding soon. Ethan needed to use the bathroom so he and his father went before boarding the flight. The bathroom was quiet, but there were other men coming in an out. David took a urinal with Ethan taking a urinal two spots away from his dad. Both men starting pissing. Ethan felt pressure build in his gut at that moment. Thinking he could silence his fart, he let it rip, but it was much louder than expected. David chuckled at his son’s fart. The other men at the sinks also chuckled to themselves. Ethan was embarrassed, but let go the rest of his farts at that point. As they walked out of the restrooms, David complimented his son on his restroom farts and told him he knew how gassy he was, to which Ethan responded “big time.”

They eventually got on the flight home, with Ethan ripping a few poots into his seat. He told Jeff about his incident in the airport bathroom which his father confirmed. They  arrived back home safely. As Jeff was about to head home, David had mentioned that he had a few more trips like these in the coming months and that he was welcome to join them again. Ethan had brought up Jeff’s father joining them as well, which David welcomed. Jeff said he’d let his dad know about the next trip, thinking about the implications of it all.

To be continued…

#farting #dad #son #fart stories #guys with big butt #butt #farted

[jellojolteon]

Now that you've made it to the autumn of

Your years and you feel your best yet

-The Bottom of It, Fruit Bats

Izuocha week 2024 Day 6: Cycle/Miracle

#bnha #mha #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #izuocha week 2024 #izuocha week #izuochaweek #izuochaweek2024 #izuocha #izuchako #dekuchako #dekuravity #dekuraka #jello's art farts #I CAST SPELL OF ELDERLIES YOUR IZUOCHA #but frfr I'm gonna have feelings about grandma ochako #and like the presumed (explicitly stated?) nature of hero work where I actually don't think a lot of heroes MAKE it to retirement #and I'm not sure if living that long means your life was a success for avoiding death in a dangerous occupation #or a failure and a disgrace because you did not find the battle worth laying your life down for #I'm sincerely hoping the former but I'm not so sure in the culture of hero society in canon #at least prior to the events of the story #anyway. for these two. it's a good thing. Especially the kid whose elderly version I had an incredibly hard time designing #because it is THAT hard for me to envision him living past like 45 no joke