Several months ago I found an app called ‘Smelly love’. It’s a gay dating app for guys with a farting fetish. There’s only a couple hundred active users but I found someone who’s incredibly near. In fact he attends the same college as me.
His username is ‘Romeo Skunk’ and his profile pic is just like mine, of his midsection, from the neck down. Though, while I have a swimmer-build, he’s ripped, rocking a chiseled 8-pack.
We've been chatting daily for several months now. It all started within the first hour of me downloading the app. He slid into my DMs.
Hot user pic. Just the kinda body I wanna rip ass on
He ended it with a mushroom cloud emoji, turning me on. And we’ve been in touch, getting closer and closer, ever since.
We’ve finally decided to meet up in my small studio apartment since he lives in a frat house. We want some privacy. It's wild we’re doing this today with it being Valentine’s day.
I nervously wait for the knock on my door. This’ll be the first time I’ve ever been farted on.
Finally, someone knocks. I wipe the sweat off my forehead before opening the door.
I find a guy, my age, on the other side. As shown in his pic, he’s muscular. He’s wearing a backwards black cap, a white sleeveless muscle-shirt, and a pair of green basketball shorts. The guy’s also incredibly handsome.
Wait, I know him. He’s on the tennis team. I see him practicing when I walk by the tennis court to get to my class. I can't help but watch him as I walk past. He has an insanely big bubble butt. Watching his fat cakes bouncing around in his shorts as he runs around the court is the hottest thing I've ever seen.
He drinks me in as well. A sly grin forms on his lips. “Damn, I’m looking forward to farting on you.” He bluntly states, making me hot.
“P-please, come in.” I let him inside and close the door. My eyes widen as he walks past me, watching his mountainous globes wobble with his every step.
As if he senses it, his head whirls around, catching me leering at his ass. Cheekily grinning, he puts his hands on his knees and twerks for me, making his big buns clap against each other.
I look down, trying to hide my embarrassment. I hear him laugh, softly.
“Haha, come on, don’t hide that pretty face from me. I wanna look at what I’ll be farting on soon.” He teases. But he isn’t done yet.
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An 8 second explosion booms throughout my apartment. I look up, eyes wide, finding Skunk Romeo standing there with his leg raised. He's shooting me a sexy and mischievous little smirk.
The stench of rotten eggs and cabbage reaches my nose. The atrocious smell is turning me on.
“Ah, there you are, dollface. I’m Scott but please call me Skunk. Everyone who knows me does. I’m not sure why.” He jokingly says as he waves his hand behind his ass.
“I-I’m Jack. I don’t h-have a nickname.” I stutter out, completely flustered.
Scott's grin widens, “How about fart-face” If he doesn’t stop I’m gonna shoot a load in my boxers.
“Would you like a soda? I’m k-kinda thirsty.” I say, hoping to cool myself down. I lead us to the kitchen area, getting two cans of soda out of the fridge.
I place them on the miniature kitchen counter. I come to a complete halt when I feel something big, warm, and rotund pressing against my lower back. “Heh, oh I know what you’re thirsting for.”
I look back, seeing Scott has spun around, and is pressing his bubble butt against me. He's looking back at me, over his shoulder, with a lopsided smirk.
My mouth goes dry. Is this it? Am I about to be farted on for the first time?
“So, were you being truthful in our messages? You’ve never been farted on?”
I can't speak. All I can do is nod.
His smirk turns into a wolfish grin. “Well you're trapped with the right guy. I think it's funny as hell to rip ass on my bros and hot as hell to rip ass on cute guys. Guess which camp you’re in. Here, I’ll give you a big clue… UGH”
Scott closes one eye and grunts.
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Scott rips a long, sputtering fart, on my back, that has my entire body shaking to it's core. Even with the layers of clothes in the way, I feel the hot air streaming out of his hole and warming my lower back.
My small kitchen area quickly fills with the stink of rotten fish and garlic.
“Ah, there you go, dollface. Always be prepared. With me being the Skunk, I'm always ready to spray ya.” Skunk teases as he wipes his ass from left to right on my lower back, rubbing his butt stink in.
“So, how was the first time being farted on?”
“F-fucking hot.” I state truthfully. I’m hard as steel.
Skunk laughs, “Hehe, that’s just a beginner's technique for farting on someone. Let's try something more advanced.”
Our sodas forgotten, Skunk takes me by the hand and leads us to my second hand love-couch.
He makes me sit on the couch and then spins around, aiming his fat bulbous backside right at my face. Skunk takes two steps back, standing on the couch, above me with his feet planted on either side of my legs. He then squats down, planting his bubbly ass on my crotch. I’m sure his pillowy cheeks can feel my hard-on from the way he’s snickering to himself.
"Alright dollface, wanna experience a technique I call 'up, up, and away'?” Skunk asks with a cheeky grin as he looks back at me.
“Please” I practically beg.
Skunk rewards my good manners with a fart on my crotch that makes me moan.
He then slides his big ass upward until it's pressed against my stomach.
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He slides his big ass further up until it’s pressed against my chest,
“Up… HGH” MMMMMMMMRRRRRRRDDDDDDPPPPPPP
He then lifts off of me and rises up until his voluptuous ass is aligned with my face. Before I can react, he thrusts his ass back, smothering my face with his blubbery mounds.
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A 30 second hurricane of ass gas explodes out of his bum and pointblank into my face. The sulfuric stench singes my nose hairs and has my eyes burning.
When his monstrous fart finally comes to an end, Skunk starts rocking his ass on my face, grinding his fumes into my pores. I don’t mind it, in fact I'm loving all of this.
Skunk finally pulls his ass a few inches away from my face. He peers back at me, inquisitively. “Was that too much or do you want more?” He asks.
It takes a few seconds for my coughing to subside.
“If you have more then please keep going.” I plead.
He shoots me a toothy grin. “Dollface, you’re dealing with the Skunk. My fart tank is never empty. I’m about to spray… FGH”
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Skunk rips a 9 second, eggy, trumpeting fart right in my face. It’s so powerful that it blows back my hair and has the seat of his mesh shorts billowing.
His butt vapors put me in another coughing fit but it is quickly muffled as he throws his ass back, recovering my face with his pillowy ass-slabs.
Skunk proceeds to fart like mad up my nose as he talks.
“It’s a travesty that you had to wait so long to be farted on, dollface” FART “Let me tell you, it’d be a different story if you went to highschool with me” FART “Especially with me being in denial of my own sexuality back then” FART “I’d be farting on you whenever I could to prove to myself that I wasn’t attracted to you” FART “When in truth, I'd be desperate to pound your hot ass” FART “Hate to admit it but I was pretty much a bully back then” FART “Whenever I passed you in the hall I’d make sure to fart on you” FART “I’d make sure to walk by you during lunch, and when you’d open your mouth to take a bite, I’d rip a fart in your mouth” FART “And I’d make sure to lock you in a supply closet or locker for a few minutes, but not before farting in it” FART “And that, dollface is called hot-boxing” FART “Don’t worry, I’ll do it to you sometime” FART “But back on track” FART “Wouldn’t you have enjoyed that during highschool?” FART “Being the Skunk’s favorite target… GHH”
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Skunk’s farts and words are too much, I convulse as I unload in my boxers.
Skunk gets off of my face and sits down next to me, letting me catch my breath. Once I gain my bearings, I notice him looking at the wet spot on my jeans with a cocky smirk.
“Damn, this is embarrassing.” I mutter.
Skunk laughs, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
I nod, not really buying it. “Can you wait here for a minute? I'm gonna change in the bathroom real fast.” I explain before getting up and getting some pants and boxers out of my nearby dresser.
I step into the bathroom. A hand stops the door as I try to close it. Skunk stands in the doorway with a sly grin. “Now’s as good a time as any.” He says, confusing me.
Skunk turns around and extends his ass out, into the bathroom.
With a straining voice he says, “Why waste a perfect opportunity - NGH… I’m gonna fartbox ya… GGH”
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Skunk blasts me with a chainsaw-sounding fart. He gives me a wink before slamming the door shut.
My small bathroom quickly fills with the stench of rotten eggs and rancid meat. I’m hardening again which is uncomfortable with my soiled boxers.
I take off my boxers and pants, and quickly clean myself with a loofah and soap before putting on a new pair of boxers and jeans.
I open the bathroom door to find Skunk standing by my open dresser, holding the collar of one of my shirts against the seat of his shorts. He doesn't look bothered about being caught. In fact he gives me a cheeky grin before scrunching up his face in concentration.
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“Ah, I thought I'd have more time. I was planning to fart on all of your clothes so you'd get whiffs of my butt stink during the coming weeks, getting turned on in public.” He shrugs before continuing. “Oh well, not like you can stop the Skunk. I gotta spray.” He proceeds to pull out several more of my clothes and farts on them. I’m fully hard, watching Skunk fart on my stuff.
“By the way, I call this technique: 'territory marking'. The Skunk’s very possessive.” He states just before farting on my favorite shirt.
Our fun is ended by some aggressive knocking on my door.
I open it, finding that it's my nextdoor neighbor. He’s a football jock from our college. He’s much bigger than me and slightly bigger than Skunk. At the moment he can’t see Skunk who’s deeper in my place.
He looks angry. “Dude, I have a girl over and your loud tv is interrupting us.” He says, making my brow furrow in confusion.
He makes an annoyed sound and adds, “You’re watching some sort of action movie and we can hear all the explosions through the thin walls.”
My eyes widen, realizing he’s referring to Skunk’s butt bombs.
Skunk comes up from behind, grabs me by the back of the neck, and pulls me behind him so he can step in front of the jock.
Skunk grins. “Hey DJ. About those explosions, they're coming from me, not his tv. And you shouldn’t be complaining, you know I can rip ass much louder than that. Here let me show you.” Skunk turns around and arches his back, pointing his bubble butt at DJ who’s only a few feet away.
DJ looks panicked, “Please, no Skunk! Last time you farted on me I smelled like your ass for an entire week. Please, I got my girl over.” He pleads.
Skunk ignores his words. Instead, he quickly pulls down the back of his shorts, mooning DJ, before widening his stance and leaning forward, causing his cheeks to spread open.
Damn, I wish I was on the receiving-end to see Skunk's hole.
Skunk closes his eyes and grits his teeth.
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A 25 second juggernaut-of-a-fart roars out of Skunk’s ass and washes over DJ. DJ’s hair wildly whips around thanks to Skunk’s nasty and powerful butt wind. I’m pretty sure the whole building can hear and feel this monster. DJ looks like he’s gonna be sick. The sight of Skunk defeating a guy bigger than either of us is pretty hot.
Skunk pulls his shorts back up and slams the door in DJ’s sickened face. We hear him coughing and dry-heaving as he stumbles back to his apartment.
“I call that technique: 'tagging'. When I brew a nasty one and spray someone, bare-ass, it lingers on them for days. You’ll find that out soon enough.” Skunk teases with a shit-eating grin.
I’m about to say something but am stopped by Skunk as he pulls me into his arms, and then rests his back against my front door. “Shh, listen.” He orders.
I hear my neighboring door open and a girl say, “Ew, you smell gross Darrell. I’m leaving.” That's followed by the rapid sound of clicking heels.
We hear DJ pursue her. “Please baby, just give me 30 minutes to take a long shower and I promise the smell will be bearable.” he begs.
Still grinning, Skunk shakes his head and mouths ‘No it won’t’.
“Ugh, stay away! You smell so bad Darrell!” She returns as we hear her stomp off with DJ following.
When we hear DJ passing by, Skunk farts loudly on the door, making it rumble.
DJ cries in fear from the sound but then we hear him resume chasing his girlfriend.
“Damn, you’re amazing.” I compliment Skunk, pleasing him.
“You ain’t even seen half of my farting playbook.” he brags.
Skunk’s mischievous grin tells me he’s got something planned.
“Skunky carry.” He calls before bending down, pressing his shoulder against my midsection, and then straightening up, carrying me over his shoulder. My upside-down face is inches from his shorts-clad, fat booty.
Skunk makes his way to the couch, pooting in my face with every step. PPFF, RRMM, VVBB, DDRR.
When we reach the couch, he pushes his ass out, covering my face with his meaty globes.
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He rips a 5 second eggy fart in my face that makes me gag. Skunk lays me out on the couch before laying himself on top of me so we’re face-to-face.
For the first time, he looks serious.
“Look, I know we just met, but I’m not crazy right? You feel the connection we have too?”
I nod, “I do. It feels like we just click.” My response has him boyishly grinning.
“Hell yeah! So instead of this being a simple hook-up, be my Valentine, let’s go on a date.”
I smile. “That sounds nice but with it being Valentine’s day I doubt any restaurant won't be packed.”
Skunk shrugs with a sly grin as he gets up. “We don’t need to go to a restaurant. Let’s have a picnic at the nearby park. We have everything we need in your fridge.”
Next thing I know, while I’m still lying on the couch, Skunk squats his big ass over my face. “Here dollface, have a taste of what you’ll be having for dessert.”
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Skunk sprays my face with 5 seconds of his skunky wind. He snickers at my coughing.
“So what’s with you calling me dollface?” I ask as we walk to my fridge.
“Well one, you're cute. But also, when I call you dollface, what I actually mean is fart-face. I just don’t wanna accidentally call you that in public. So, whenever I call you dollface, you know what I really mean.” He explains and then gives me a wink. How can someone be gross and sexy at the same time?
We take out lunch meat and bread, and start making sandwiches side-by-side at my small counter.
As we work, Skunk hip-checks me, gaining my attention. I brace myself, noticing him shooting me a cheeky grin.
“Hey dollface, I call this ‘Skunky seasoning’. I love doing this to my frat-bros all the time. They never learn not to leave their food unattended when I’m around.”
Skunk picks up one of the sandwiches and brings it down, in front of his butt. He closes one eye and takes a deep breath.
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He rips two short, trumpeting farts on the sandwich. Then slides it into a ziploc bag.
“Ah, there you go dollface, I booty toasted your sandwich. You’re welcome.” He teases, and then snickers at my visible hard-on.
We pack drinks, chips, and the sandwiches into an old dufflebag of mine, and leave. Once we’re out of the building, Skunk walks ahead of me. He looks back at me with an impish grin and says, “Crop-dust.”
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Skunk releases a long, raunchy fart as he continues to walk ahead of me. Thanks to his fat cakes bouncing against each other, his fart sounds choppy. My eyes sting as I’m forced to walk through his hellish fart cloud; it's so hot.
It takes us only a few minutes to reach the park. All the while he crop-dusts me and farts against my hip several times.
The sun’s out but it’s kinda cold so not too many people are at the park. We find a nice secluded place beneath a tree. I lay out a beach towel that we can sit on. As soon as we’re sitting down, Skunk leans away from me, lifting his left cheek up, and aiming his crack my way.
“Hope you got a strong stomach, dollface, because all through this romantic picnic I’m gonna be spraying ya with sbds. Ngh… Ah, smell my Valentine's.”
Skunk says and then starts wafting his butt vapors towards my face. The sickening stench of rotten fish and onions poisons my lungs and instantly has me gagging. He wears a cocky grin, knowing that he’s turning me on.
True to his word, he keeps launching sbds my way, but we still can talk and eat, like a real date. As we’re nearly finishing, two guys walk up to us.
Skunk’s grin tells me they’re his friends. They’re probably from his frat. They’re both ripped like Skunk.
When they reach us, they kneel down to be on level with us. The shorter one says, “What’s this Skunk? Don’t tell me you got a date. Who the hell would wanna be with your gassy ass?" He ribs.
The taller one raises an eyebrow at me, “You know he's nicknamed Skunk right? This guy farts a lot and they're brutal. No joke, he’s cleared out buildings and auditoriums.” He warns.
I shrug, “I know he’s gassy. I don’t mind.”
The shorter one chuckles, “Heh, well it's your funeral.”
Skunk finally chimes in, “Wrong, it's your funeral. Especially with the terrible position you put yourselves in."
Before they can react, Skunk grabs the both of them by the top of their heads and pulls them down and forward. Skunk spreads his legs wide and they fall face-first near his crotch. Skunk quickly wraps his muscular thighs around both of their heads. He’s headscissoring two dudes at once.
Skunk shoots me a sinister grin, “This is called the ‘Skunk lock’. Trust me, you don’t wanna find yourself in their position.”
Skunk grits his teeth and starts grunting and straining.
"HGH… Hang on gentlemen, the floodgates are opening… UGH”
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A series of massive farts thunders out of Skunk’s ass and right into his two victims' side-by-side, trapped faces.
The two are struggling wildly to escape but are getting nowhere, while Skunk’s cackling like a super-villain. Luckily no one’s nearby to see or hear this. I’m sure if they were they’d be calling the police.
In an effort to escape, the two rise onto their knees, lifting the lower half of Skunk’s body along with them, making him laugh.
“Haha, sorry bros no escape for you. This Skunk's gonna spray the fight out of ya… GGH”
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After another barrage of monstrous farts, they fall back to the ground with their faces still in Skunk’s crotch.
“Nice try fellas but still no use. Better luck next time… NGGH”
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I stare slack-jawed as a 40 second, noxious hurricane, roars out of Skunk’s ass and pointblank into the two’s faces. Their struggling becomes weaker and weaker all throughout his fart. Their bodies go completely limp as Skunk's butt-bomb comes to a sputtering end.
Skunk sighs in relief as he unclamps his legs, revealing his bros’ unconscious faces.
Skunk grins at me. “What I said earlier was a lie, dollface. It may not be today, but one day I’ll trap you in the Skunk lock when you least expect it.” He teases.
With almost preternatural speed he hops into a crouched position with his bubbly rump pointed in my face.
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I get a noseful of his eggy fumes causing me to shiver.
We pack our stuff back into my duffle-bag, since we’re finished. All that’s left is Skunk’s two buds, unconscious on the grass.
"What should we do about them?" I ask. Skunk’s already on it, flipping them both onto their backs.
“No worries dollface, I know how to wake these two up. I've tons of experience knocking guys out with my farts. And soon you’ll be another notch on my belt.” He taunts, wearing a lopsided grin and shooting me a wink.
Skunk squats down, lowering his bubble butt inches above the taller guy's face.
“‘Skunking salt’ can wake anyone up.” He says before pressing down on his stomach and narrowing his eyes.
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He rips a 4 second fart into the guy’s face. The guy groans and starts to stir.
Skunk repeats the same process over the shorter guy’s face.
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Once he’s done he takes my hand. “Come on, let's get outta here.” He leads us off. Just before we disappear around the corner, I see his two victims getting to their feet. Good, I didn’t want to leave those two alone while they’re unconscious.
We make it back to my apartment and I’m nervous. I’m hoping this impromptu Valentine's date isn’t over yet.
I open my door. “You wanna come in?” I ask hopefully.
With a sly grin, Skunk complies. He turns sideways to slide past me. When his ass is pressed against my hip he pauses and…
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He rips two consecutive, squeaky farts on me. I have to stifle a moan as his noxious vapors surround me.
“Ah, sorry about that, but what do you expect when you’re on a date with the Skunk? You better realize that I’ll be spraying you a lot if you agree to go on another date with me.”
“There's no if’s, I definitely want a second date.” I state, making him grin.
“My booty's happy to hear that.” He teases.
Skunk leads us to my bed. “Lie face up, on the bed.” He orders, and I quickly do. Skunk steps onto my bed and walks up it. When he reaches my shoulders, he spins around, facing away from me, with his feet planted on either side of my shoulders.
I longingly stare up at his huge, protruding, mountainous globes, lording high above me. The back seam of his shorts is dug into his crack, further accentuating the size of his blubbery mounds.
Skunk suddenly drops his ass down towards my face, making me gasp. He stops his rapid descent when his ass is only a foot above my face. I hear him snickering, causing his meaty slabs to jiggle.
“Dick.” I call him, making him laugh harder.
“Haha, sorry dollface, I’m just fuckin’ with ya. Here, let me make it up to ya with a faceful of Skunk cakes.”
Skunk eases his bum down. His ass fat spills over my entire face, smothering and dominating me.
“Big whiffs dollface, smell my apology… HGGH”
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Skunk blasts me with a loud, rumbling, 8 second fart that has my face and his bulbous cheeks shaking. The stench of rotten eggs and spice has nowhere to go but up my nose and into my lungs. It has me coughing and gagging, muffled beneath his fat ass.
Skunk works his ass up and down, and from left to right, rubbing his stink in.
Skunk rises a foot off of my face. I blink a few times, readjusting to the light. I watch Skunk grab the waistband of his shorts, from the back, and pull them down. His furry, meaty, bronze moons spill out of his shorts and wobble above my face.
Using his hands, Skunk reaches down and spreads his cheeks, letting me see his sweaty, winking pucker surrounded by black hair.
“Deep breath, dollface. This technique, I call: ‘spelunking in the Skunk cavern.’”
With that, Skunk brings his ass back down, my face easily being swallowed in between his gargantuan cheeks. His doughy mounds pour over the side of my face, making contact with the bed, sealing my entire head within his enormous ass. All I can breathe in is his hot, sweaty musk, and my nose is being kissed by his winking pucker.
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"Ah, I really needed that, haha. But it's Valentine's day, we need to make our first kiss something special. Lips on hole, dollface."
Skunk starts wiping his grimy corn-hole all over my face. He only stops when his pucker is on top of my lips.
"Feel privileged, dollface. You're the first person I'm trying this technique out on. I call it: 'Skunkily-ever-after'."
I hear Skunk's guts gurgling above me.
"Uh-oh, you hear that, dollface? This kiss is definitely gonna knock you out. But I got good news: when you wake up, I'll send you back to dreamland with a classic dutch-oven. I know, I know, the Skunk loves to spoil his Valentine.
RGH... And speaking of spoiled, smell this... UGH"
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