I’m posted in the corner of a room, at a house party, brooding. I’m alone in this billiard room with a free pool table in front of me, but my focus is on a dancing couple in the next room. My closeted boyfriend Nick is currently dancing with his girlfriend. I’m fine with him being in the closet and I believe he should only come out when he’s ready, but I do have a problem with him needing to have a girlfriend to protect his image (his words not mine). My brooding is interrupted by someone posting them self next to me. I see that it’s Scott Greene. He’s on the wrestling team and is both muscular and at the same time pudgy. Like me he’s also openly gay and he’s pretty hot. I’d be lying if I said that I haven’t checked out his massively plump ass when he walks past me in the halls. We both travel in different circles and have never really had a chance to talk; until now.
“Nick isn’t worth it; you can do so much better.” Scott says casually. I break into a cold sweat at his implication. Nick wants us to remain a secret.
“I don’t know what you mean. If you’re trying to say Nick and me are in a relationship then you’re sadly mistaken. Nick isn’t even gay.” I say trying not to freak out.
Scott gives me a knowing smirk. “My mistake let me make it up to you; how about a game of pool while we get to know each other” Scott says, already setting up the pool table. Completely dumbfounded I don’t know how to reply.
Once the balls are set up, Scott grabs a pool stick and makes his way to the corner of the table located in front of me, mumbling something about ‘testing it out’. He leans over the table getting a feel for the pool stick and my mouth goes dry. Scott’s wearing a green shirt and a tight pair of white shorts that accentuates his huge bubbly ass cheeks, especially with him bent over like that. I realize that I’ve been caught gawking when I glance over and see Scott looking back at me over his shoulder with a smirk.
“Look all you want man but I’d be cautious around this big fella if I were you” Scott says as he reaches back and gives his ass a smack making his meaty globes wobble. “He likes to do things like this… NGGH” Scott suddenly scrunches his face up and grunts to my utter confusion.
I’m startled as a 6 second, quacking fart fires out of Scott’s ass. It quickly fills the corner that I’ve been hiding in all night. The rotten egg stench has me gagging and I feel my dick starting to stiffen in my pants. Manly acts and smells like this is what secretly drew me to Nick.
Scott starts wafting the air behind his ass, towards me, while still wearing that same smirk. “Stop ogling my ass and let’s play a game or else I’m going to butt bomb you out of that corner. I mean it; you’ll smell why I’ve earned the nickname Skunk on the wrestling team” Scott finishes his threat by swaying his bulbous ass for side to side making his meaty cheeks slightly jiggle.
Scott’s words have me feeling lightheaded and my dick hardening by the second. Although I want to challenge his threat, I don’t want to cum in my pants, embarrassing myself, so I decide to play him in a game. I’m at a party so I might as well have fun.
And I do have fun with Scott. I forget all about Nick during our game. Scott’s constantly making me laugh. He’s also heavily flirting with me and I eagerly reciprocate. But the best part of all is when ever we’re standing by each other or walking past the other, Scott makes sure to rip a fart on me. Fhhhtt… On my leg. Pphhhtt… On my ass. Brrpp… On my hand. Rrrhhsss… On my shoulder while I’m leaning over the table to take my shot. Scott rips over a dozen farts on me during the game and my cock throbs with every one of his gassy emissions.
After 30 minutes of playing, only the 8 ball is left and it’s my turn. “Looks like I’m going to take this Scott” I gloat.
Scott gives me a knowing grin. “Since you’re so confident, how about a little wager then?” I look at him intrigued so he continues, “If I win, then I get 3 kisses from you tonight whenever I ask for one.” Scott’s grin turns impish as he finishes with, “Since you don’t have a boyfriend I see no problem with that” I can’t help but chuckle as I feel myself blushing a bit.
If I’m being honest, Nick isn’t really my boyfriend even though he says he is. He only calls me up when he wants a hand-job or a bj and that’s about it. In 30 minutes Scott has easily proven to be such a better catch. I’d be a dumbass to let Scott slip away, so I take a chance.
I go along with Scott’s little bet. “Alright I agree to that. But if I win then you have to take me out on a date”
At first Scott looks shocked but after a few seconds a sexy little smirk dawns his face. “You got yourself a deal. Now why don’t you take your shot”
As I lean over the pool table and ready myself, Scott moves behind me and turns around so our backs are facing each other. When I align my pool stick with the cue ball Scott backs his ass into me. I feel his warm huge ass cheeks covering my own ass and even some of the small of my back. As I make contact with the ball…
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Scott rips a 10 second, beastly fart on me that shakes me to the bone and causes me to miss the shot. Before I can call Scott out on his dirty trick, the stench of rotten fish and onions gets me coughing and my eyes watering. Scott sighs with relief and jauntily makes his way around the table.
“Looks like you missed handsome. Guess it’s my turn” Scott says and finishes off with a wink.
I scoff and mutter “cheater” causing Scott to snicker.
“Hey I’m always gassy and realized too late that you were in my blast zone. If anything I call my gassy condition a handicap.” Scott says with a little dastardly grin. I scoff once again but can’t hide the grin on my face.
Once Scott takes his shot, he hits the 8 ball but it comes to a complete stop with it just barely hanging over the edge of the pocket. I aim to tease Scott but he surprises me as he turns around, leans slightly forward, and pressing his bulbous ass against the side of the pool table. My cock hardens against my side of the table as I watch his bubbly ass cheeks overflow his side of the table and nearly make contact with the green cloth. Scott takes a deep breath and grunts.
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Scott rips his second monster fart of the night against the pool table and causes the whole thing to rumble. I watch in astonishment as the entire table vibrates and makes the 8 ball fall into the pocket.
Scott sighs in relief, “Ah well looks like I win” he boasts and then walks back over to me with a cocky swagger. I’m too amazed and turned on to even think about challenging him.
When Scott reaches me he pulls me in by the waist until are fronts are pressed against each other. I stifle a moan as my hard-on bumps against his thigh. A devilish grin pops on Scott’s face.
“Well, well, well… Could my Skunk tricks be what’s got you all excited?” Scott whispers with his face inches from mine. Before I can give an excuse he continues, “No matter, I won our bet and I’m taking my first kiss right now.”
Scott’s face surges forward and our lips meet. I moan into his mouth and feel fireworks going off as Scott pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss. Sadly it’s ended by someone clearing their throat.
Behind us, are two guys standing in the doorway leading to the kitchen. I recognize them from the wrestling team. One of them addresses Scott with a smirk.
“Now I’m glad you finally got your crush Scott, but why don’t you two find an empty bedroom upstairs. We want to play pool.” For some reason Scott is blushing but he plays it off with a chuckle.
Scott looks at me and takes my hand. “Let’s head to the kitchen and get something to drink.” I nod and tell him ‘sure’.
As Scott’s teammates near the pool table, they both recoil and cover their noses with their hands. “Oh gross Skunk! Did you have to nuke the room?”
Scott snickers at their reaction.”Ha-ha, breathe it in boys. That’s the sweet smell of victory. In fact, I think the two of you should get more acquainted with the smell.”
Scott strides towards them until he’s within a foot of them and then spins around. He then bends his knees, arches his back, and pushes his ass out in their direction. A look of horror quickly washes over Scott’s soon-to-be victims’ faces.
“Whoa there Skunk, let’s not do anything rash.” One of them says trying to placate Scott. It doesn’t work. Scott balls his hands into fists, closes on eye, and grunts.
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A 30 second mammoth of a fart comes roaring out of Scott’s ass so loud that it can be heard over the booming music coming from the other room. The stench of rotten eggs combined with musk quickly fills the room and has my eyes watering. Sadly, Scott’s victims have it worse. 5 seconds into the fart, both of Scott’s teammates fall to their knees gagging, but Scott isn’t finished with them. Scott moves backwards some, while still releasing this one gargantuan fart, and douses both their faces point blank with his butt fumes. As Scott’s fart comes to a sputtering end, his teammates are on their hands and knees dry-heaving.
“Ah now that’s the smell of victory gentlemen. You need to get used to it when the Skunk’s around” Scott tells them, as he wafts his fart their way.
Suddenly clapping and laughter comes from the kitchen doorway and I notice more of Scott’s teammates standing there; applauding Scott and laughing at their two teammates’ suffering. Scott gives them a playful bow before walking back over to me, taking my hand, and leading us to the kitchen.
“Out of the way guys, before I decide to Skunk the whole lot of you” Scott says, playfully threatening them. The group laughs as they part to let us through before making their way to the pool table.
We’re alone in the kitchen as the door closes behind us. Before we can get something to drink I tell Scott that I’ve got to use the bathroom, but Scott doesn’t let my hand go when I try to leave. Scott’s wearing an impish smirk when I turn to look at him flummoxed. With a powerful tug on my arm, Scott pulls me into a side hug. Before I can react Scott swivels his hips, pressing his plump ass against my thigh.
Scott rips a 3 second fart on my leg. The sulfuric stench reaches my nose a moment later and it nearly has my knees buckling. Scott sighs in relief as he rubs his ass against my thigh, grinding his stench in.
“Ah, thought I’d give you a little incentive to not take too long” Scott says as he finishes marking me with his butt stench. I try to subtly hide my hard-on when Scott releases me.
Before I can leave the kitchen and head down the hallway, Scott teases me. “When you get back I’ll have our drinks. Just be aware that there’s a 50/50 chance that I’ll fart in your drink.” I stumble at that causing Scott to snicker and add, “Ha-ha, scratch that, there’s a 99% chance that I’ll be farting in your drink.”
I find the bathroom down the hall, just before the staircase that leads upstairs. After using the bathroom I’m surprised to find Nick standing there when I open the door. And he looks irritated.
“I’ve seen you getting close with that butterball all night” Nick’s comment rubs me the wrong way.
“His name is Scott and thanks to him I’m having fun at this party.”
Nick quickly looks left and right, making sure we’re still alone before responding. Over the next few minutes we get into a quietly heated argument. Things take a turn for the worst as I find myself trapped between Nick and the hallway wall.
“Fine then maybe I should remind you why I’m so much better for you than that lard-ass” He growls at me through gritted teeth. Nick quickly grasps my head in his hands, and forces me into a sloppy and disgusting kiss. I try to push him off of me but he has at least 50 pounds of muscle on me.
Just as I feel Nick’s tongue probing my lips, he’s pulled off of me and shoved against the other wall. Scott now has Nick trapped against a wall and delivers a strong punch to his gut. Nick groans as he slides down the wall and falls onto his knees.
Scott rushes over to me with a look of concern. “Are you okay?”
I give him a nod. “I am thanks to you. You came just in time.”
Unfortunately our moment is interrupted by Nick’s labored voice. “Ugh, what the hell is your problem fat-ass?” Scott slowly turns towards Nick with a look of scorn that even has me feeling nervous.
“My problem is with some dick head forcing himself on a guy I like. And it’s funny that you bring up my ‘fat-ass’ because you’re about to get real acquainted with it.”
With that Scott purposely strides towards Nick whose still on his knees, with his back against the wall. As Scott nears him, he reaches back and pulls his shorts down just bellow his huge ass. My jaw drops as I watch his bare bulbous ass cheeks spill out into the open. And it’s almost hypnotizing to watch his bubbly ass cheeks jiggle and bounce as he closes in on Nick.
“What the hell are you doing? G-Get away from me” Nick says meekly when Scott stops just in front of him. Scott sneers down at him.
“No man, I’m gonna help you out. You wanna partake in some kissing action and I’ve got a perfectly willing partner just for you”
Scott turns around, putting his plump naked ass within a foot of Nick’s face. Nick looks on in horror as he tries to back away but quickly realizes that he has no escape.
Scott reaches back with one hand to open his meaty globes, and holds Nick’s head still with the other. With a few quick steps back, Scott lodges Nick’s face in between his watermelon sized butt cheeks. “And in you go” Scott says cheekily.
“NOO! MMMMM” is all Nick can get out before he’s submerged into Scott voluptuous ass. I take a few steps to the side to get a better view of Nick and I nearly cream myself from what I see. Scott’s meaty ass cheeks have completely engulfed Nick’s head and are making contact with the hallway wall. Not an inch of Nick’s head is visible to the outside world.
For a few moments Scott undulates his ass over Nick’s face working him in deeper, if that’s even possibly. Scott then bends at the knees, arches his back, curls is hands into fists, and in a strained voice says, “NNHG… Now you two lovebirds have fun back there… UGGGHH”
And with that Scott begins to obliterate Nick’s face.
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“Pucker up Casanova we’re just getting started…FFGHH”
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“I hope you enjoyed that stinky smooch because I’m sending another one your way”
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“You screaming in my ass must mean you want an open mouth kiss. Well I’m happy to oblige”
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“Ah, there’s a nice and juicy one just for you buddy”
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“Brace yourself Nicky because this next kiss might literally blow you away… NNGGHHH”
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Scott lights up Nick’s face with one monster fart after another. The hanging pictures aligning the wall shake with every beastly fart Scott rips on Nick’s trapped head. Two of the picture fall after Scott releases his last fart that lasts over a minute.
A wet squelch echoes through the vacant hallway as Scott easies off of Nick’s face. Nick’s face is a wreck. His face is red and wet from tears, his own sweat, and Scott’s ass sweat. Surprisingly Nick’s still conscious and weakly muttering ‘So smelly’ over and over again.
Scott looks down at Nick, seemingly annoyed that he’s still conscious, before bending down and lugging Nick’s limp body over his shoulder. Scott makes his way up the stairs and I follow them. I’m enraptured with the sight of Nick’s upside down face smacking against Scott’s naked plump ass with every step he takes up the stairs. Every few steps, Scott lets out a small poot in Nick’s face, making him groan.
After a few tries we find an empty bedroom upstairs and take it. As I close and lock the door, Scott tosses Nick onto the bed and arranges him so his head’s hanging off the edge. With that Scott turns around and drops his sweaty bulbous ass onto Nick’s facial features once again. And again, Nick’s head is blocked off from the outside world. Nick weakly tries to shove Scott off of him but Scott barely reacts. Scott simply leans a bit to the side, closes one eye, and grunts.
Scott rips a 4 second meaty fart on Nick’s face that completely drains the fight out of him. Scott sighs in relief and then awards me with a charming smile. He pats the empty spot next to him. “Take a seat man; let’s get to know each other better.”
I sit next to him and for the next few minutes we talk. What makes this conversation so hot is that all through it Scott tortures Nick with his gas.
“So any siblings” fffhhtt, “That’s cool I just got a brother” pppbbfff, “He’s a year younger and just as gassy as me” bbrrppp, “Ha you better believe it” rrmmmbbb, “Maybe I’ll invite you over next time we get in a farting contest” ppffhhtt, “You can be the judge” ffvvpp, “So any plans next year” pppmmmfff, “No shit, I’m going to the same college” bbhhhttt, “Maybe when can room up together” rrrppfff, “Ha-ha I’m sure I can convince you into rooming with me” fffuuubbb
I’m about to ask Scott an important question but he stops me as he holds up a finger and says, “Hold on a second. I gotta fart and it’s going to be a doozy” With that Scott starts to grunt and strain. His face is beet red and is etched with a look of complete concentration.
“If you’re still alive down there dude then this is the end for you. Nighty-night Nick… UUGGHHH”
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A two minute behemoth of a fart comes raging out of Scott’s ass and right into Nick’s face. The massive fart has the whole bed quaking the entire time. Half way through the fart Nick’s arms spasm for a few seconds before falling limp at his sides. Scott sighs in relief and wipes the sweat off his brow as his fart comes to an end.
“So you were saying” Scott prompts me, with a contented smile.
“Oh-um, I was just wondering, even though I lost our bet, if um, I could take you out on a date.” I stammer out.
“I’d like that” Scott says with a genuine grin but then it turns devilish as he continues, “Speaking of our bet you still owe me two more kisses and I think it’s time for me to collect.” Scott raises himself off of Nick’s face to show that he is incapacitated and covered in another coating of Scott’s ass sweat. Scott makes his way in between my legs and turns around. I’m nearly drooling at the sight of Scott’s naked bubbly globes within inches of my face. Scott then leans forward, and reaches back with both hands to spread his thick cheeks. I’m gifted with the view of his winking asshole. The smell of his stale and lingering butt fumes poisons the air around me and it’s intoxicating.
“Come on in babe. Why don’t you give your new boyfriend a kiss on the lips” I don’t need to be told twice. I dive face first into the sweaty trench of his huge ass. And once my lips make contact with his wrinkled butthole, Scott goes all out.
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“Ah take a whiff of that”
“Uh-oh brace for impact babe. Here comes the big one… HHNNGG”
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Scott rips an immense 45 second fart point blank in my face and into my open mouth. My cheeks inflate as the huge amount of gas forces its way down my gullet. I can both taste and smell the noxious and eggy flavor of his butt fumes. It’s almost overwhelming and if his fart lasted any longer I would have probably passed out.
Scott helps me to stand up and keeps his hands on my hips to steady me. “So how was that?” Scott asks me cautiously.
“It was great. When can I take you on a date so we can do it again” my response gets a chuckle out of Scott before he kisses me on the tip of my nose.
“Ha that’s my boy. I can drive us to Taco Bell and you can buy us dinner. That shit gives me the worst gas. You’re in for a treat tonight babe.” Scott says and gives me a wink.
Upgrading form Nick to Scott was the best decision I ever made.
