#male farting

[dudestinky1235]

“I’m not doing this dare anymore ” I said “No you won’t or else I’ll beat the shit out of you.” He grabbed my head and positioned his ass onto my face. The smell was already too much. He started rubbing his smelly ass in my face “Take it ALLL in dude” he said. “Tyrell it reeks!” I moaned into his dirty ass. “Ya that’s the point” he said with a snicker. “Let me go!” I yelled. “You’re getting pretty annoying.” He ripped off a small piece of duct-tape and placed it over my mouth. “Now get back in there and finish the dare” Tyrell said with a laugh. I didn’t want to get beaten up so I voluntarily placed my face by his ass. “Get in there closer. Nick, is he in a good position? He needs to be because the dare was to sniff up all my farts for 10 minutes” Tyrell asked Nick who was filming the whole thing. Nick grabbed the back of my head and pushed it against his ass, while turning my head upwards so that my nostrils we pressed right up against his asshole. “He is now” Nick said with a grin. “Hahaha, dude I can literally feel his nose pressing right against my asshole. Man, Benny are you ready because this is going to stink and you have to breath it right in!!” Tyrell laughed. I could only breath out of my nose now and I was already gagging from the smell of Tyrell’s ripe ass. “There now just relax and enjoy the breeze.” he said sarcastically. “I ate three cans of beans for lunch today, and chili for dinner and I haven’t shit yet so you’re in for a good time.” I moaned as I felt the gust on my nose with the sound of a fart with it. It was the worst thing I ever smelt in my life. I would have gladly spent a year in a public men’s bathroom then be there at that point. “Aw ya smell that bro? Smells good right?” The toxic ass fumes were making me dizzy. I just kept my face there and accepted my fate at that point. Fart after fart it went on forever and Tyrell was loving it. “It’s getting kind a hot now, back up” As I removed my face he pulled down his white boxers and got back into position. He was right it was hot. His ass was wet and sweaty which just made matters worse. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into his hot sweaty ass crack “Get in there.” he said. My nose was touching right up to his hole. At that point I had no more energy to struggle. He released a wet 10 second long fart directly into it. “No filtration, much better right?” he said. “Dude, I’m getting all of this on video!” Nick laughed. It smelled like shit, literally it smelled like he was about to shit in my face. He didn’t tough. He let rip over and over for another half hour and I just took it like his little fart bitch. Even though the dare was only ten minutes Tyrell was having too much fun toroturing me to stop..

#eproctophilia #male farting

[stinkyboiii]

When they're sitting on your face after a long day just resting and doing some other stuff to relax, just sitting with your nose against their shithole or even better, your tounge in it, and they start to casually talk about how dirty their hole must be and why and describe to you very precisely everything they ate during the day, how gassy it made them and how they were holding it all in the whole day cause It's so nasty and what exacly is happening in their tummy, while all you can do is lay there, listen and blush and try not to whimper or do other embarrassing stuff, knowing they're about to start letting it out in no time.. 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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[toiletguy]

Met a man this morning and ate hiss ass til he had to fart. He farted in my mouth and then accidentally shit in it too. I licked his ass clean, sucked his dick then went to class. Wish that could happen everyday

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[portmantofu]

Rob Huebel as "The Fart Monster" in Upstanding Citizens Brigade - S2E3

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[feticciio]

take whiff of my ass

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[coconutboybraps]

AFTER FOOTBALL PRACTICE 🏈

[ CONTAINS , farting , burping , belly-play ]

NASSIR :

• football captain

• 6’4

• college student

Nassir anxiously paced back and forth within the dimly lit locker room, his shirtless frame revealing a pudgy belly that contrasted with his slender face and chiseled jawline. He absentmindedly rubbed his stomach, feeling it emit a faint growl, prompting a self-conscious smirk. While idly scrolling through his phone, Nassir's eyes darted around the room as he ran his fingers through his unruly, curly fro, punctuating his impatience with a subtle eye roll, caught in the mundane moment of a typical day.

Nassir couldn't help but mumble a frustrated, "Fuck this shit man…." under his breath, rolling his eyes in exasperation. He continued to stride back and forth, and with each step, his belly jiggled slightly. As he ran his fingers through his unruly curly fro, his phone remained a temporary escape. Suddenly, the locker room door swung open, and there was Cairo, the Blasian giant of a football co-captain, standing at an impressive 6'2". Nassir couldn't help but smirk at his teammate's entrance, and Cairo approached with the casual camaraderie that came from their shared experiences, extending a friendly fist bump. Cairo, not just a formidable athlete but also a dedicated college student and a trusted tutor, was an essential part of Nassir's life on and off the field.

"Ayo, Cairo, what's good?" he asked, his voice filled with casual curiosity, his hand absently rubbing his wrist. A mischievous smile danced across Cairo's lips as he observed his friend, his gaze momentarily drifting downward before swiftly returning to meet Nassir's eyes. He sighed, a smirk never leaving his face.

Nassir playfully placed his hand on his stomach and rolled his eyes, his head tilting to the side as he held onto his love handles. "Man, it's dead out here, nothing happening," he said with a smirk, his grin bordering on something more mischievous as he held Cairo's gaze. "Ayo, How 'bout we chill for a bit? I know you ain't got no plans," Nassir proposed with a grin.

After accepting the invitation, Nassir and Cairo strolled back to the dorm. With a swift turn of the key, Nassir unlocked his room door, allowing Cairo to enter. Cairo headed straight for the sofa, where he dramatically plopped down with a contented sigh.

Meanwhile, Nassir ventured to the fridge, retrieving a 2-liter soda and a box of pizza. He heated up a couple of slices, then brought them over to Cairo. Cairo's face lit up with a grateful smile as he accepted the food. "Man, I'm starving," Nassir admitted, playfully nudging Cairo.

As they devoured their meal, Nassir reached for the soda, pouring out a generous portion before chugging it down. He leaned back, casually lifting his shirt, which revealed his soft, slightly rounded stomach. With a hearty burp that resonated through the room, Nassir turned his head toward Cairo, a mischievous smirk forming on his lips. "My fault, gang," he said with a small chuckle.

While Nassir continued to lounge on the sofa, an unexpected and unpleasant odor suddenly wafted through the air, catching Cairo's attention. Before he even had time to react, a low-pitched, rumbling fart resonated from between Nassir's thighs, its bassy and wet tones filling the room. Cairo's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Nassir, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. "No way, bro," Cairo exclaimed, attempting to waft the air away.

Nassir, with an unapologetic smirk, clasped his hands together, feigning remorse. In reality, he was well aware that this was only the beginning of an eventful evening, one that Cairo might not soon forget.

Cairo, although caught off guard by Nassir's unexpected flatulence, couldn't help but chuckle along with his friend's playful demeanor. He knew Nassir well enough to understand that this might be the first in a series of antics for the evening.

With a raised eyebrow and a knowing grin, Cairo leaned in closer, giving Nassir a playful nudge. "Alright, you asked for it," Cairo quipped, fully prepared to embrace the unexpected twists and turns that this hangout was about to offer. The atmosphere remained light, and Nassir's earlier mischievous grin hinted that they were in for a night full of surprises and laughter.

Nassir couldn't resist the opportunity for another mischievous act. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he playfully lifted his leg, teasingly indicating that he was about to let loose once more. Cairo, caught off guard by Nassir's antics, watched in both surprise and amusement as he anticipated what would come next.

In an uproarious burst of laughter, Nassir let loose once more, producing a sound that was even more wet and bassy than before, resonating like a firecracker in the room. The audacious fart was accompanied by a notable warmth that instantly spread through Nassir's thighs, making him place a hand on his stomach to quell the laughter bubbling within. Cairo, despite his initial surprise, couldn't help but join in the contagious laughter, the unexpected turn of events making their hangout an unforgettable night full of shared jokes and playful camaraderie.

With a sly grin, Nassir glanced at Cairo, who was still caught in the throes of laughter. Without any warning or resistance, Nassir playfully pounced on him, straddling him and effectively silencing Cairo's amused protests. He was now in control of the situation, and mischief danced in his eyes.

Nassir's weight on Cairo's chest and the feeling of being pinned down added to the fun. He decided to continue the gas-themed antics, this time with an even more exaggerated performance. As he released another cheeky burst of bassy, vibrating gas, the room was filled with the unmistakable sound, and the laughter continued. The wetness of the faux-farts added an unexpected element to the amusement, and Cairo couldn't help but erupt into a fresh fit of gasps as he playfully struggled beneath Nassir.

As Nassir's antics continued, his laughter grew even louder. However, little did they know that this night of unexpected fun was about to take an entirely different turn. Just as Nassir prepared for another round of laughter-inducing mischief, a loud knock echoed from the dorm room door, jolting them both.

Cairo and Nassir exchanged puzzled glances, realizing that they were about to face an unexpected visitor. The door handle turned slowly, and before they could react, the door creaked open, revealing someone neither of them had anticipated. The shock and anticipation were palpable in the room as they awaited the unexpected guest's reaction to the bizarre scene that had unfolded.

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[humiliatedfarts]

During an already humiliating experience for archbishop, poor old man loses control (and his dignity) and let's out a huge fart. Johnny English covers archbishop's ass while he's still farting.

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[sweetpumpking]

you reblog a lot of fart content, ever had a guy press his bare butthole against your nose and fart in your face? Or just fart in your face in general?

no not yet 🤔

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[dudestinky1235]

Get right in between my crack!

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[stinkyboiii]

Cute boys with shitty diet the most nasty gassy condition who let it out on you because It's too comfortable to resist>>>>

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[toiletguy]

Sure would be nice to have a bf to feed me his shit and farts again. I miss my late night snacks. If you’re in arizona don’t be shy

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[miragefromgrommr]

New video of me eating a chocolate cake. It gets messy! Watch it here:

https://www.patreon.com/miragefromgrommr

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[coconutboybraps]

[ STARBOY 🅿️⭐️ ]

REMINDER: all my stories / writings are 18+ ! So keep that mind when reading upon my stories. All my stories are POC-based and etc.

KINKS: Farting , burping , weight gain , degrading

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[sweetpumpking]

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[dudestinky1235]

Private Daniel’s Smelly

Wake-up Call

The dense forest was a tomb of echoing silences and suffocating darkness, a relentless void where time seemed to decay into madness. In this subterranean hell, the squad of soldiers, existed in a limbo of despair and camaraderie.

Sergeant Jameson, his features etched with the brutal graffiti of war and confinement, maintained a vigil over his men. Private Daniels lay among them, unconscious, a casualty of the relentless grip of hunger and exhaustion.

It was Corporal Thompson who shattered the monotony, his eyes sparking with a hint of untamed mischief. “Yo, dudes, check this out,” he grinned, the shadows dancing on his face. “Let’s give ol’ Daniels a welcome back he ain’t gonna forget!”

The soldiers, starved for entertainment, rallied to Thompson's call with a mix of enthusiasm and desperation. Private Miller was the first to act, swaggering over to Daniels with the confidence of a high school quarterback in his prime. “Watch and learn, boys,” he boasted, lowering his rear near Daniels’ head. With a grunt, he unleashed a deep, thunderous fart, the sound ricocheting off the cave walls. The stench that followed was a tangible entity, a beast unleashed, rich with the odors of undigested rations and bitter survival.

“Dude, that’s rank!” exclaimed Jackson, his voice a mixture of disgust and admiration. They all laughed, a sound that was a relief.

Thompson, not to be outdone, stepped up with a sly smirk. “Time for the main event, gents.” He executed his maneuver with dramatic flair, waddling down low into Danny’s face and producing a fart that cut through the air like a knife. The smell was fierce, an acidic burn that seemed to sear even their nostrils. “That’s how it’s done!” he declared, puffing out his chest in triumph.

Lastly, Jackson took his turn, the youngest and most impish of the group. He draw a large laugh from the crowd by lowering his trousers, and sumo squatting his ass, covered only by (both sweat and shit stained) boxers…lining up the crack to the center of the poor lad’s face. With a conspiratorial smirk, he let loose a silent but deadly emission, a stealthy gas that spread like a whisper of doom. Its scent was a complex narrative of decay, a slow invasion of the senses.

As the concocted stench enveloped them, Daniels began to stir. His first conscious act was to recoil, his face contorting in horror and disbelief. “What the—? Holy hell, guys!” he gasped, his voice raspy and incredulous.

In the cave's murky light, Thompson and Jackson moved towards Daniels with a glint of mischief in their eyes, their steps measured and deliberate. Thompson’s hands were firm and unwavering as they secured Daniels' wrists to the cold, gritty cave floor. Jackson, chuckling, adjusted Daniels' head with an equally firm grip, ensuring the trooper’s nose was perfectly aligned for maximum exposure.

“Ready for round two, Danny boy?” Thompson taunted, his voice rich with dark amusement. Jackson sniggered, his fingers expertly tilting Daniels’ chin to just the right angle.

Daniels, groggy and disoriented, managed a whimpered protest, “What the fuck!… I’ll beat your asses…” His words slurred, blending into the damp, heavy air of the cave.

Miller, standing ready for his performance, smirked down at Daniels. “Oh you want ass?” Throwing some of those watching in into fits of laughter. “You’re gonna love this encore, man,” he declared with theatrical bravado. He also lowered the uniform before squatting, aligning himself with a precision that was almost clinical. Because of the restrainment, Daniel’s nose was in clear view as it got smooshed up against Miller’s wide crack. The first release was a thunderous blast, a potent sound that echoed off the trees, followed by a stench that was both immediate and overwhelming. It was a direct hit, engulfing Daniels’ senses in a maelstrom of foulness.

The soldiers burst into laughter, their howls echoing through the cave. “Direct hit!” shouted Jackson, barely able to contain his glee. Thompson’s grip on Daniels’ wrists momentarily loosened as he doubled over in laughter.

Seeing Daniels squirm, Thompson quickly reasserted his hold. “Oh no, you don’t,” he said, a grin in his voice. “We’re not done yet.”

As they readjusted their grip, positioning Daniels for the next assault, Miller was already prepping for his second act. “Gotta make this one count, boys,” he said, a wicked anticipation lacing his words.

With a gleeful countenance, Miller executed his second fart, a sharp, ripping sound that sliced through the cave's stale air. The stench was a tangible entity, dense and suffocating, enveloping Daniels’ head in a toxic cloud.

Daniels, now fully awake, could only gasp and sputter in the fetid air. “God, you’re all sick!” he exclaimed, his voice tinged with both revulsion and a begrudging respect for the absurdity of the situation.

The echo of their laughter hadn’t yet faded when Thompson, his eyes still sparkling with mischief, turned to the newest member of their squad, Private Harris. “Your turn, newbie. Show us what you’ve got,” he challenged, his tone playful yet edged with the unspoken hierarchy of their brotherhood.

Harris, eager to prove his mettle, stepped forward with a mixture of anxiety and eagerness etched on his youthful face. Meanwhile, Miller, not content with just being a spectator now, moved to Daniels’ legs, gripping them with unnecessary force, ensuring their victim was fully immobilized. “Can’t miss the show,” he joked, his grin devilish in the lantern’s flickering light.

Daniels, trapped and resigned, could only grunt in response, his eyes wide with apprehension and a hint of indignation. “This is so messed up,” he muttered, the resignation in his voice tinged at the absurdity of his predicament.

Harris, continuing the tradition positioned his crack down the center of Daniel’s face, then emboldened by the camaraderie and the bizarre ritual of initiation, let loose. His first attempt was a small gust, more a puff than a roar, which elicited chuckles and a few encouraging shouts of “Come on, Harris, you can do better!”

Flushing with determination, Harris squared his shoulders and, with a concentrated effort, unleashed a second fart, this one louder, more assertive, echoing through the cave with a resonance that spoke of untapped potential. The smell hit them like a wave, a robust blend of fear, adrenaline, and the remnants of their meager rations.

“Damn, rookie, not bad!” Thompson exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and respect. Daniels, his face a mask of disbelief and discomfort, could only shake his head and groan, “Oh, God, why me?”

As the stench enveloped them, a camaraderie forged in the most unlikely and unsavory of circumstances bubbled to the surface. The laughter that followed was unrestrained, filling the cave with echoes of their shared absurdity. The soldiers, each playing their part in the bizarre theater of their survival, found solace in the ridiculousness of their actions.

Thompson, always one to escalate their antics, clapped his hands with enthusiasm, signaling his intent to take their crude game to the next level. “Alright, boys, let’s amp this up!” he declared, his voice a mix of command and excitement. The squad, energized by the previous rounds of their juvenile game, eagerly awaited Thompson’s next move.

With a conspiratorial glance at his captive audience, Thompson approached Daniels, who was still pinned down by Miller and Harris. “You think you’ve had it bad, Daniels? Brace yourself, buddy,” Thompson teased, his tone light yet tinged with the promise of further mischief. Suddenly as he began calmly walking up to the site of his seat, he lowered both his trousers as well as boxers, revealing an awfully hairy and sweaty bare ass. Immediately all the men started to howl, enthralled with this entertainment. Thompson, with a performer’s flair, carefully aligned himself, ensuring that there were no barriers between the impending blast and Daniels’ nose. His dirty hole spread just atop the private’s flaring nostrils. The other soldiers gathered around, their previous exhaustion temporarily forgotten in the wake of their growing amusement.

With a dramatic pause, Thompson executed his fart, a loud, resonant blast that seemed to echo through the cavern. His anus momentarily pulsed against Danial’s only open airway and smooshed his nose upward leaving no room for mercy when blasting into it. The smell was immediate and overpowering, a direct hit that left no room for escape or denial.

The reaction was instantaneous. The soldiers roared with laughter, their camaraderie reinforced through the shared absurdity of the moment. Daniels, caught in the direct line of fire, could only groan and laugh, his protests muffled by the collective mirth of his squad.

“Thompson, you’re officially the king of the cave,” Jackson declared, slapping Thompson on the back, their earlier tensions dissolved in the unifying ridiculousness of their situation.

Even Sergeant Jameson, who had watched the proceedings with a mix of disbelief and reluctant amusement, couldn’t hold back a grudging smile. “You men are unbelievable,” he said, shaking his head, yet the slight upturn of his lips betrayed his enjoyment of the spectacle.

#eproctophilia #male farting #male farts

[like-apollo]

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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