Although I studied hard, I feel like my midterms today, kicked my ass. It’s ten at night so right now I want to go to bed and lick my wounds. I groan as I enter my dorm room. My bed is covered in my dorm mate Travis’ exercise gear. He’s on the football team so his exercise gear is always drenched in sweat. I can see the sweat from his socks, under armor shirt, and shorts seeping into my bed and making wet patches. And let’s not forget Travis’ crusty, never been washed jock strap that’s making a wet patch on my pillow. So now my bed is wet and stinks of his musk. Even though I’m more than fine with the later, but will ensure that he never knows of that, I refuse to sleep in a wet bed.
Travis is currently relaxing in his bed wearing blue jeans and his letter man jacket. He’s listening to music with his headphones as he reads a comic book and drinks a Coke. He’s chilling without a care in the world, oblivious to my presence and anger. I grit my teeth as I walk over to his bed and tap his foot. He looks up and once he notices me he rolls his eyes. I’m not surprised. He barely talks to me, and always treats me like I’m annoying and a waste of his time. When we were first assigned as dorm mates, we got along fine. To be honest, I thought we were becoming friends. I went to a few of his games, and a few times he took me with him to hang out with his friends. And after the first time, I really wanted to become Travis’ friend. When I hung out with him and his buddies, Travis was usually gassy and loved to fart on his friends. I wanted him to fart on me, I had a thing for manly acts like that, but he never did. And he never will since he found out that I was gay. One day I was making out with this guy in our dorm room and Travis came in. He first had a shocked expression, and then it turned to anger as he shut the door and left. Since then he has been giving me the cold shoulder.
I’m done! I’m tired of the way he treats me and the sweaty clothes and eye roll have set me off! I point to my bed, “Travis look at what you did. You tossed your dirty stuff on my bed and now my bed is soaked with your sweat. Where am I supposed to sleep?”
For a second, I believe I see guilt cross his eyes. But then he wears a bored expression again and shrugs. He gets up, with his Coke in hand, and walks up to my bed. He then starts tossing his sweaty stuff to his side of the room. When his done he turns to me, “See dude, there’s no need to make a big deal out of this little accident.” I look at him slack jawed and point to my bed; “Do you not see the wet spots or smell your sweat radiating from my bed?”
Annoyingly, he rolls his eyes again, “Dude it’s just sweat, it will be dry by morning. I don’t see what the big deal is.” I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, “You’ve got to be kidding Travis? You’re basically telling someone to sleep in another person’s sweat. I’m not doing it and you’re totally gross for even suggesting it.”
Travis gets a dark look on his face as he walks towards me. He doesn’t stop until we’re nose and nose. “You think that’s gross? Well what do you think of this?” Travis takes a large gulp of his Coke and… Bbburrrpp. I reel back as the nasty smell hits my nose. Travis walks back to his bed, chuckling along the way.
Before I turn to face Travis, I take a few calming breaths and think of things to will down my boner. Once I’ve gotten my cock under control, I turn towards Travis. “That’s it Travis. I refuse to stay with someone like you.” Travis arches an eyebrow at me, as if he doesn’t know what I mean. Then I will happily clarify it to him, “I refuse to remain in the same dorm with a homophobe like you.”
Travis immediately stands up once the word homophobe leaves my lips. His face is red and he looks completely livid. I’m feeling a bit nervous and take a few steps back. Between our beds are a single desk and a rolling chair. As I step back, I stumble and fall into the chair. I can only sit and watch as Travis slowly stalks towards me with a murderous look.
Travis puts both his hands on the arms of the chair, and leans down so his face is in mine. “I may be a lot of things, but I’m no damned homophobe. And if you think I am you can kiss my ass.” He then smirks at me, “Or better yet, “Travis turns around so his jean covered bubble ass is in my face. “My ass can give you a kiss.” He then pulls down his pants, and I learn that he goes commando as his bare bubble butt is inches from my face. PPPhhhhhrrrtttt.
“Aahhh you like that? I call that my kiss of death haha. Oh I feel another one. Pucker up for another kiss man.” BBBbbrrppppttt. “Ahhh no need to say anything man. I know my ass is an excellent kisser haha.”
Still in the rolling chair, I push away from his ass rolling toward my bed. Travis, with his pants still pulled under his butt, turns around and quickly grabs the hem of my shirt in his fists. “Where do you think you’re going? You aren’t escaping from me anytime soon buddy.” He tells me with a sneer. He then rips me up from out of the chair, and tosses me into my damp spotted bed. The bed is small so I can only backward crawl so far to the other side of the bed until the back of my head hits the wall. I’m trapped between the wall and Travis. He knows this as well because he has an evil grin.
Travis climbs in the bed and turns around, aiming his ass at my face. On all fours, he slowly crawls backwards, while looking over his shoulder at me with that same evil grin. “Like I said before, I’m not letting you get away anytime soon. I need to make you understand that I’m not a homophobe. And the perfect way to do that is with a long make out session between you and my ass haha.” As he says that, he reaches back and smacks his right butt cheek. It ripples and causes both his ass cheeks to jiggle for a few seconds. “Now you two love birds have fun.” He says as he laughs.
I can’t move out of both fear and lust. The way Travis is acting is scary as hell. And at the same time, the way he dominates me with his ass and farts is so hot. Once his ass is in my face Travis stops for a second. He reaches behind himself and pulls open his right butt cheek. He then continues moving backwards and my face is being enveloped by his ass. I can’t see anything but I can smell Travis’ manly butt musk and taste it on my lips. Once he’s gotten my face in deep enough, he lets go of his butt cheek and it slaps against the side on my head, over my ear. Travis then starts wiggling his ass and again I feel my face going in deeper. I then feel Travis’ wrinkly puckering hole touching my nose. After a few more wiggles, the tip of my nose sinks into Travis’ hole. As of right now, I don’t think my head is visible to the outside world. To me it feels like I’m in another realm that just consists of just Travis’ ass. I’m not sure if that is good or bad.
“Oh man you’re in trouble now. I had Taco Bell for dinner and it’s about to make itself known. I think my ass can tell you what I ate from there haha.” I feel and hear Travis grunt so I know this is going to get bad. PPPrrbbbtt, RRrhhbbbttt, FFfrrrppppttt, BBBBrrrtttttt, PPPptttssss, BBBBhhhhhffffttttt. I’m simultaneously having the best and worst time of my life. I love all the farts he’s ripping on my face, but at the same time it’s too much. His farts and ass sweat are getting in my eyes and making them water. His potent gas is shoving itself up my nose and down my throat, so my senses are consumed by his gas. I can’t handle it so I start smacking his back and trying to push his ass away. It doesn’t work. In fact it seems like each of my hits loosens another fart in his ass, and he blasts it in my face.
Even though it sounds far away, I hear Travis’ voice as he unleashes wave after wave of farts onto my trapped face. “Oooh” PPppffrtt, “Ahhh” Phhtt, “Hope you’re hungry buddy.” RRrrbbbbttt, “My ass has a supreme taco with your name written all over it.” FFFhhhhttt, “Oh isn’t may ass nice? It got you two of them.” Fffrrhhhhssss, “I told you my ass was a good kisser. You can learn some good techniques from him. Oh like this one…” BBbrrpppttt. I know it’s only been a few minutes but it feels like I’ve been trapped in his ass for hours. He’s constantly wiggling his butt to keep my nose in his asshole and to rub his farts and butt sweat into my face. It’s too much and his ass finally makes me submit. And I pass out.
I wake up groggy in my bed. I look at the clock on the desk. Its 10:25, ugh what happened? I notice movement on the other side of the room. It’s Travis lying in his bed reading a comic. And one look at Travis brings everything back. Me being trapped in his ass and his fart torture. Travis turns his head and looks at me. A shiver runs through my body as he watches me for a couple of seconds. He goes back to reading his comic book, and as he’s reading he tells me, “If you ever call me a homophobe again or try and rat me out on what I just did, I’ll put you back in my ass and this time I won’t hold back.” To prove his point he lifts his leg as he lies on his bed and … Rrrbbbtttsss. A horrid smell quickly fills the room.
“Alright if you’re not a homophobe,” Travis gives me a dark glance from the corner of his eye so I quickly continue, “then why have you been so cold and rude to me?” Travis lies completely down, places his comic on his chest, and just stares at the ceiling. “Look we still won’t talk much but I won’t be rude to you anymore. I’m sorry; I guess I’m still bitter about you shooting me down. Still that’s no excuse for how I treated you. So once again I’m sorry.”
“What do you mean by me shooting you down?” I ask with a furrowed brow. Travis lets out a huff before he explains, “Look I finally got it through my thick skull that you aren’t interested in me. I was sending you signals and at first I thought you didn’t realize that I was into you. But when I walked in on you making out with that guy, you made things crystal clear. It’s okay, just because we’re both gay and I had a crush on you, doesn’t mean you’ll like me in return. Ugh when I put it like that, the way I’ve been treating you makes me look like an arrogant ass.” This is so much being thrown at me right now, “Travis, what sort of signals was you sending me?” Travis shrugs as he continues to stare at the ceiling, “You know the same old same old. Walk around shirtless, flex a bit, accidentally push my ass or crotch into your face. Those are my usually moves that help me get the guy.”
I put my head in my hands and groan. When I look back up, Travis is looking back at me curiously. “Travis there is three things I need to tell you. First, I am definitely into you and if you would’ve asked me out I would have said yes in a heartbeat.” Once I’ve said that Travis sits up in bed looking shocked. “Secondly, I just now learned you’re gay. I always thought you were straight so that’s why I never stared to long when you were shirtless or flexed.” Travis shakes his head slowly like he can’t believe what I’m saying. “And lastly, what the hell kind of signaling was that? Why didn’t you just tell me you were interested?” Travis groans and says, “I never been good with words so I use action. Usually when I do the things I did for you, guys would ask me out or make a move.”
Travis slams his fist on his bed and mutters a quiet fuck. He then looks at me with a sad smile, “I guess if I wasn’t a jerk to you for so long, or farted on you like that ten minutes ago, I still might have had a chance with you huh?” I stand up and go and lie next to him on his bed, “Well if you take me out on a date, it goes well, and we become boyfriends. You can slowly make it up to me for being a jerk.” Travis grows a huge grin and leans in closer like he’s about to kiss me, but he stops and looks worried. “And what about farting on you so much a few minutes ago?”
I let out a sigh and blush, “I hope this doesn’t weird you out but I seriously liked it.” Travis looks at me dubiously, “No I’m serious. To be honest, I really wanted to be your friend because I wanted you to fart on me like you did on your buddies.” Travis then sports a cocky smirk on his face, “Well if you’re into farts you came to the right man. I’m the fart king on this campus. And this works out for both of us. I don’t really talk about my emotions so to show others that I care I usually fart on them. So have no fear, I’m going to bombard you with my gas.” Travis waggles his eyebrows, “So who do you want to make out with now, me or my ass?” I laugh, “I guess it’s your turn. I just hope you’re half as good as your ass.” I press my lips to his.
As we kiss Travis gets up and pulls me with him. I’m now sitting in his bed, as he kisses me while he’s leaning down. As Travis ends the kiss, he smirks at me and stands fully up. He then turns around and pulls down his jeans. I am once again face to face with Travis’ glorious bubble butt. With one hand Travis’ pulls his ass cheek open, and he puts his other hand on the back of my head. He smirks at me over his shoulder as he says, “In you go.” And he quickly shoves me face first into his ass.
The tip of my nose gets lodged into Travis asshole once again. I feel his hole squeezing on my nose like its hugging it and welcoming it home. After a few quiet seconds my face is once again assaulted by dozens of Travis’ farts. “Oh yeah, I bet that guy I saw you with couldn’t kiss you as good as me.” RRhhhffttt, “And I know there is no competition between him and my ass.” PPrrrfftttt, “Damn I’ve wasted so many farts in this room. I’ve just been farting in my bed when I could have been firing them off in your face. Well we won’t make that mistake anymore, this is for you.” FFfFrrhhhttt, “Ahh from now on my mouth is going to lavish your face in kisses in public, and in private, my butt is going to drench your face in even more kisses.” RRRRpppptttt, “Man thinking about that guy kissing you ticks me off. I have a huge beast of a fart just for his face, but since he isn’t here I guess your face will do. I hope you’re ready for my butt’s wraith babe.” BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTSSSSsssssssssss
A beast was the right way to describe that fart. That monster lasted a minute and a half. It surged right up my nose. It smells horrible but I’m still conscious. Travis pulls me out of his butt. Even though my face is dripping with his ass sweat and I look a little out of it, he smiles down at me. “I’m impressed babe you’re still conscious. That’s good I think you’re growing more resistant to my farts.” He looks over my bed and back at me, “Hey, since your bed still wet why don’t you sleep with me in my bed? Your wet bed is my fault and to make it up to you I can give you a dutch oven. How does that sound?” I smile at him, “Make sure it’s a bare ass dutch oven and we have a deal.” We have one final kiss before we get in bed.
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