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...
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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 ❤️
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