This story is completely fictional, for 18+, and involves fart sniffing
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Chris has to continue his duties as fart boy. Despite the humiliation, he starts to think maybe this isn’t so bad
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Alex’s and Mike’s naked butts were laying before me, upturned and waiting for me to completely cover them in kisses. Alex had started a new round in a different game; some first person shooter, they all look the same. I looked back down at the cheap lipstick in my hand. I could run. I could just drop the stick, run back to my room, and lock the door. Since I’m standing and they’re on the ground, I had a head start. His laptop is in the room, maybe I could find where he saved the video and delete it for good. Kill the video, kill Fart Boy.
No, I couldn’t. By the time I’d get to the room, they’d be right behind me, warning that they’ll send the video unless I come out and kiss their butts like they said. And there’s no way I could find and delete the video off his computer before he could just pull it up on his phone and send it to all of his friends.
“Hey, Fart Boy,” Alex was glaring at me over his shoulder, “Less staring; more kissing!”
Mike laughed, “He really loves our asses, dude; he’s like…mesmerized” “Yep, that’s what football does to you. Gives you the ass of a god that all the chicks wanna squeeze. And it’s like catnip to little queers like Fart Boy.”
I winced. The sooner I started this, the faster it’ll be done. And besides, kissing their butts is much less disgusting than sticking my faces in their cracks while they fart up my nose.
I got to my knees, they kept playing the game as if I weren’t there. From up close, I could see the details of their asses. Mike’s was very hairy, something I could only tell because I was up close. It was a shade darker than his blond hair, closer to a light brown. Also, his ass was huge, bigger than my brother’s. It would take me longer to cover this one in kisses. My brother’s ass was smaller, and not as hairy. I could see the trench of his ass was hairy, and some of the hair crept out a bit, but over all, his cheeks were bare. But I know he hasn’t showered for over a day, and he was wearing the gross underwear, and he’s been constantly sweating. His butt probably smelled horrible, and I didn’t want to think of the taste it would leave on my lips.
“If only we played hockey,” Mike spoke out of nowhere, “we’d have even more godly asses. Like, giant bubbles.” “Yeah, probably.”
I put on the first layer of lipstick. It smelt very sweet, like strawberry lollipops or something. I decided to get the worse of the two evils over with first. Alex’s seemed worse, because of the sweat and smell factors. Also, since he was my brother, I somehow felt more embarrassed kissing his butt compared to his friend’s. I hate when he wins.
I bent down and planted the first kiss on the middle of his left butt cheek. Alex shook and giggled a bit, I guess he was surprised, “Good boy,” now he was speaking to me like a dog, “One down, and, like, a hundred more to go!”
I didn’t even want to count how many times I’d be kissing butt tonight.
“Congrats on being Fart Dude’s first pick,” Mike smiled.
“That’s what brothers are for. The natural order; his place is behind me kissing my ass and telling me he loves it. You don’t have any bros, do you?”
“No, just sisters.”
“You’re missing out, dude. Little brothers are the best. You know, last night, he gave me a blowjob?”
Blowjob? I forgot about that. My face was burning red with even more embarrassment. I didn’t want Mike to know what Alex made me do for him when we were alone.
“What?! You’re lying.”
“I swear to God, he massaged my balls with his tongue, then took my meat in his mouth. And he doesn’t have a gag reflex so I could deep throat him. You should try it, dude. Just make sure to ask him if he’s ok with it first.“
“That’s so messed up dude,” Mike laughed, but I noticed he positioned himself on the beanbag. Was he getting a boner? Was I turning him on?
“He seemed to like it, didn’t you Fart Boy?”
I wasn’t sure what to say. I was embarrassed to admit that I didn’t mind it at all, really. And the idea of pleasing Mike the way I did for Alex got my heart pounding. That was odd.
“It was kind of gross,” I acted sheepish,
“Nah, you loved it. You just don’t want to admit you’re a little gay boy. Now get back to kissing; my ass feels unloved.”
I wanted to fight him, but I really shouldn’t overstep my luck.
So, following orders, I kept kissing Alex’s butt, making sure to leave a deep red mark on his skin. This lipstick must have been very cheap; there were at least a dozen times that I had to kiss the same place more than once because the first print didn’t show. I kept reapplying the lipstick, leaving as many sticky prints as I could all over his cheeks. As I expected, his butt was pretty stinky. Especially when I had to get closer to the crack. And I was a little grossed out feeling the hairs against my lips and face. I wasn’t grossed out as much as I was just embarrassed and unhappy.
Guys always say “kiss my ass” as the ultimate smack down in fights, but to actually kiss a guy’s butt, to literally press your lips on his cheek, that felt lower than low. Like, only the wimpiest of the wimps would do that. Like my brother said; queers. No, worse than that: a faggot
I wasn’t sure how long it took me to coat my brother’s butt in lip stick marks, but by the time I was done, my lips were feeling tired and sore from all of the rubbing.
“Alright,” I pulled away, “you’re done, Alex.”
Mike paused the game to turn his head, “Wow, you’re ass is definitely redder than a baboon’s.”
Alex twisted his neck and smiled, “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it Fart Boy? You just have one more thing to do,” He brought his hand back and spread his cheeks, “Plant a big wet kiss right on the ‘lips’”.
Oh fuck me,
Alex’s hairy butt crack was spread open, and with it came the stench of a day’s worth of sweating and farting. And his pink, wrinkled butthole started right back at me, surrounded by a ring of hair.
“That’s gross!” I whined.
“Gotta do it, dude. Just one kiss.” He wiggled his butt back and forth.
I grimaced again. This was the same butthole that’s been spitting dozens of farts on my face all of last night and today. Now I had to kiss it?!
“Don’t be shy; you two already know each other well.”
Mike laughed at that joke.
I was feeling queasy, but I had to do it. Just one kiss. I leaned my face in, closed my eyes, puckered up my lips, and-,
PRRRRRRT
I groaned out in disgust and waved my hand in front of my face. That small puff of a fart hit me directly on my cheek and the smell was rough.
The guys were laughing at me again, “Damn, how did you like that taco fart?”
“Wait,” Mike interjected, “He didn’t even sniff that one up! It went out into the air.”
“Looks like fart boy is slacking,” Alex spread his cheeks again, and spoke like was giving a royal decree, “As punishment, you shall press your face into my naked ass crack, and inhale deeply ten times. Afterward, you must apologize to my asshole, and then kiss it for ten seconds.”
“WHAT?!” I nearly screamed.
Mike got up, and again I felt his giant hands around the back of my head.
With a wolfish grin, he said, “It’ll be over before you know it. Besides, this should feel like diving face first into heaven for you,” and with that, he pushed me down face first into my brother’s open and sweaty butt crack.
I started flailing around, trying to push up, but Mike’s hands were shoving my face into Alex’s crack. The two of them were roaring in laughter above me. His hairs scratched my cheeks, and I could feel my nose was pressed up against his sweaty slimy butthole. The smell was so much worse without a layer of underwear protecting me.
“Ten sniffs, I want to hear them.”
I started sniffing. Each one deep and loud so they could hear it. While I was still grossed out, the more I sniffed, the more I was able to tolerate the smell. It felt so gross being pressed into his hairy crack like this. On the seventh sniff, I heard him grunt and felt his butthole push against me. I panicked, tried to cry out, and pull away, but I was still stuck. I kept my eyes shut as my brother ripped another fart right up my nose,
PRRRRRRRRPT
I started coughing, but I knew I had to hurry up and sniff it if I ever wanted to get out of here. I sniffed three more times, fighting against the gross cheesy taco farts.
“That’s ten.” Mike chirped
I heard Alex tell me, “Alright, now kiss my asshole and give it a sincere apology. Ten seconds, remember?!”
Mike let go of my head so they could hear me speak. I pulled back a but, staring at my brother’s starfish. Just a kiss, right?
“I’m sorry, Alex’s butthole, for not sniffing up the last fart you gave me. It won’t happen again.” I leaned in, closed my eyes, and puckered my lips up against his hole. Alex was laughing too hard to keep count, so I heard Mike do it for him.
During those ten seconds, I thought of how ridiculous it was that I got into this whole mess. As awful as it was to sniff and eat farts, and to kiss butts, I’m embarrassed to say that I didn’t mind spending time with Alex. He’s always too busy at football practice or with friends to horse around with me like he used to. Even if I had my face shoved up his butt, and despite how gross and embarrassing it was, I was at least happy to play around with my brother, like we used to.
“8…9…10!”
I pulled my face out. I could feel the sticky sweat sill, against my nose and cheeks. I could smell his ass all over my face. I shuttered. “Alright, Fart Boy, you’re forgiven.” He turned forward and picked his controller back up, “Now start kissing my guest’s ass. It’s looking pretty bare and lonely.”
After Mike got back onto the beanbag and they continued the game, I looked down at his big, hairy butt. I noticed I was feeling…different, about him. Sure his farts grossed me out, but my heart started beating faster when I thought about caressing his cheeks with my lips. I put on another layer of lipstick and went back to work.
Kissing Mike’s butt was definitely better. It took longer to cover his cheeks than it did Alex’s, but he wasn’t as sweaty, and thankfully didn’t hold me down to fart. I didn’t even mind his hair; I smiled a bit when it tickled my nose. After smacking on dozens of more kisses, I finally was able to get up and look at my work. Both their butts were bright red with lip marks. The sheer number of kisses it must have taken to do this brought my mood down again. I’ve never even kissed a girl before. I don’t think I’ll ever kiss someone more times than the number of kisses I planted on their butts.
“I’m finished.”
Mike turned around, smiling, “All right, Fart Dude, you did great.” “Yep, like I said; natural order of things” Alex was also grinning. Something wasn’t right…I’ve learned to just accept that whenever he had a wolf like grin, it meant he was planning for something gross and humiliating. Something specific.
“So, now that you’ve completely painted our asses with you lips,” He chuckled, “I can let you know that you weren’t using real lipstick. It’s candy! I found it at that specialty candy store at the mall. Which means it’s safe to eat!”
I didn’t like where this was going. He continued, “So, take one last look at your hard work, because now I want you to lick us clean.” What was the point of complaining anymore? I sighed, “Yes Alex.” I guess that explained why it was so hard to make a visible print on their skin. They went back to playing their game. Without thinking, I licked my lips. The strawberry candy was definitely there, but I could also taste the salty bitterness of my brother’s asshole. I cringed.
Get the worst one over with. I leaned back down to my brother’s butt, and started licking. Lucky for me, it didn’t take many licks to get the prints off. Unlucky for me, I realized that I also tasted a day’s worth of butt sweat. I also felt some of his hairs on my tongue. I started licking faster. The more time I wasted feeling sick over it, the longer it will take to clean up. Within just a few minutes, I had lapped up all of the lipstick kiss marks. His butt was now shiny from all of my spit. I cringed again, realizing that I just polished my brother’s butt with my tongue.
Then I moved over to Mike’s butt and went to work. Since his butt was hairier, it scratched my tongue more than Alex’s hair did. Dragging my tongue against his cheek, I looked up his naked back to the back of his blond head. My heart was running up a storm, and I could feel my face burn crimson. Embarrassingly enough, kissing and licking Mike’s butt was giving me a boner. I kept licking for a few minutes more, even after all of the marks were gone. His butt was salty. I didn’t mind.
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Once that was all over with, I spent the next several hours the same way I had earlier that day. While they were laying on their beanbags, playing video games, with their pants down and their butts out, I had to take turns laying down face first into their naked cracks. If one of them had to fart, I’d lay my face into his butt, and snort up his fart, and keep my face in there, sniffing, until the next guy needed to fart. Then I’d get up and do the same thing with him. It seemed those bean burritos finally kicked in: I was jumping between the two farting butts dozens of times an hour. The heat of our house made them sweat like crazy, and wedging my face into the sweatiest part of their bodies made me dizzy with heat. I was also getting grossed out by how rough their stink was getting as the night went on. They were just playing their games, occasionally getting up to use the bathroom, talking about girls, teachers they hated, the new Star Wars movie, girls…just like a normal hang out, as if I weren’t burrowing my face into their naked asses and vacuuming their gas and butt scent.
Every once in a while, one of them would have a really big fart, and he’d hold my head down and lift his pelvis and push it out as roughly as he could. There were dozens of giant ones that actually hurt my face with the rough vibrations.
PRRRRRRRRRRRRREPREPRTEPT
I had to sniff them all.
Finally it was so late, I thought Mike was going to head out. Wrong. “Hey dude, we’re getting tired and are going to go to sleep soon. Brush your teeth and meet us downstairs. We’re sleeping on the pull out couch.”
Oh, Mike was sleeping over. I didn’t want to think of what they had planned for me. I got up out from Alex’s butt and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I also took a few minutes scrubbing all of the ass sweat off my cheeks and nose and lips. But I knew no amount of soap and water would get the entire butt funk off my nose. I’d just have to deal with it.
I stepped down the stairs to the basement. The sofa bed was pulled out, and I saw there were two pillows on either side, and one pillow in the middle. I stood still; it was easy to guess what they were going to do with me.
They walked over with a bed sheet; they were both naked except for their jock straps, which were covering their privates. I knew that those things did nothing to cover butts.
“Oh good, he’s here.” Alex let go of the sheet and walked forward. I saw his jock wasn’t that white. Does he ever wash any of his clothes?!
“Alright then, Fart Boy,” He gestured to the pillow in the middle of the bed, “Lay down face up, and I’ll explain how you’re going to sleep tonight.”
I gulped, but couldn’t do anything. He didn’t need to hold me down or anything, so I did what he said. I got on the bed and laid down on my back, falling into the soft pillow. Since I was half way down the bed, my feet were sticking off of it, but I didn’t care. Mike walked over with one side of the bed sheet and stuck his part under the bed, and Alex pulled the rest of it over me and tightened it on his side. The sheet was tied around my chest, and the more the tightened it, the more I realized I wouldn’t be able to move out of it.
“Alright, so Mike and I were arguing earlier about how you were going to sleep,” Alex started to explain, “See, I’d rather you have your face tied up in my ass like last night, but Mike was upset because he wanted the same for himself. That’s obviously not possible.”
“So we thought of the next best thing,” Mike laughed; “We’ll both sleep on our sides, with our naked asses against your cheeks, and let you have the best of both worlds.”
“I know it’s hot,” My eyes darted back to Alex, “But if we’re going to be farting, we may as well give you a nice and cozy Dutch oven.” I saw he was holding a green blanket. This wasn’t going to be pretty. Then, Alex slid his jock off. Again, I saw the fiery hair over his dick.
“Dude, what are you doing?” Mike asked.
“Remember how I told you Fart Boy here gives the best blow jobs? He’s gonna give me one every night this week.”
“Wow,” Mike started to slide his down. I saw his dick was a bit smaller than Alex’s, and he also had a thick bush, of course it was dirty blond. “Hey Fart Dude,” He looked down at me, I noticed his dick twitched, “Could you do me a solid and share the love?” “…o-ok,” I gasped.
Alex laughed, “Haha you’re so gay. That’s why I love you, bro!” He rustled my hair, than laid down in the bed on my left. Mike turned off the main light, though I could still barely see because of the street light through the window. He got into bed on my right. Then they brought the blanket over.
Within moments it was uncomfortably stuffy in these sheets. I couldn’t see much thanks to the blanket, but I heard the two of them rustling on either side of me.
“Fart Boy, you can treat our guest first before taking care of me.” I felt something hot and soft poke me in the cheek. I knew it was Mike’s dick. I felt more butterflies in my stomach, and slowly turned my head. I could just barely make out the outline in the dark.
“Can you suck my balls, dude?” Mike sounded very nervous. My brother went crazy when I sucked his balls the other night, so it must feel really good. I licked my lips, and tried to scoot over as much as I could, even though the blanket held me down. Mike moved his hips forward, his throbbing dick was pressed against my face. I moved down until my mouth met his balls. I gave them a soft kiss, then opened my mouth and started to suck on one gently.
“Oh fuck” he gasped, with a bit of a laugh, “He’s doing it, dude.” “What’d I tell ya.” I felt Alex press against the back of my head, then the vibrations of another fart. He had his butt pressed up against me and was farting into my hair.
Despite the thick air making my brother’s fart smell worse, it felt so good to run my tongue over Mike’s balls. He was just as salty as I’d expect. I pulled away from his balls after a few minutes and opened my mouth to take his dick. I slid all the way down until my nose was buried in his bush, and went back and forth, swirling my tongue. I felt myself get another boner. That’s when I found out I was gay. Without a doubt.
I felt the familiar sensation of Mike’s giant hands gently grabbing the back of my head, he was swearing under his breath. I was shaking from how great this felt. Even though I wasn’t feeling what he was feeling, just knowing I was making him squirm and moan was enough to drive me nuts. It didn’t take long until I felt him jizz into my throat, and I reflexively swallowed it all.
“That was great” He muttered.
“Alright Fart Boy,” I felt Alex move around, “My turn.”
I did the same thing; sucked on his balls until eventually swallowing his dick. I wasn’t turned on anymore, just because he’s my brother, but Mike did press his butt against the back of my head, and that got me spinning again. Alex eventually came, and the two of them were laughing,
“You’re so lucky” Mike gasped.
“Yep. Now Fart Boy, it’s time for bed. Hope you like the beginning of the Dutch Oven we made for you. And if you think I have bad farts in my sleep, wait till you get a nosefull of Mike’s midnight monsters.” The both of them turned away from me, and I felt their hot butts against either side of my face. Only they kept scooting back to the point that I felt like my face was being squeezed. The sweat from each butt was sticky on either side of my face. My nose wasn’t in either of them, but they were so close, that I was getting a gross combo of their butt stink, the earlier farts, and the thick humid air. Alex grunted and ripped a big fart against my cheek. I was coughing again, and they were chuckling to themselves. This was going to be an awful night…
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I woke up to another fart. I coughed from the stink; it was like rancid meat covered in old cheese. I felt it come from the right…that meant it was from Mike’s butt.
The sweat and the heat was getting to me. I had felt like I was laying there for hours, as fart after fart bounced against my cheek and invaded my nose. This Dutch Oven was collecting all of the gas and I had nowhere to go. The only reason I fell asleep was because I had so little sleep the night before. Thanks to Mike, I wouldn’t get much now.
Mike. I couldn’t see him well, but I could feel him breathing as his butt settled up and down with each breath. I was getting horny again, thinking of him. Then, I did something before I could stop myself. Maybe I was getting used to being Fart Boy? Or, maybe I was just so turned on by Mike, I didn’t care? Or, maybe I was just annoyed of Alex and wanted to avoid his butt? It doesn’t matter…
The sheet had gotten a bit loose, so I was able to turn onto my side. I wedged my face into Mike’s buttcrack. He was letting out a SBD in a constant stream. I sniffed in deeply. I should be gagging. I should be getting out of there.
But I didn’t. And my dick was rock hard. I started playing with it, still with my nose deep in Mike’s butthole.
I sniffed up the next small fart that seeped out. I was feeling dizzy and overwhelmed with pleasure. It wasn’t really the fart, but rather that I was so close to him, my face was in the most intimate part of his body, and his butt was so big and hot. And it felt so dirty, like I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to do or like.
I came in my underwear, and after another few minutes of sucking up hot steamy farts, with my face firmly wedged into this linebacker’s hairy, sweaty, farting ass, I fell asleep.
