Who’d have thought I’d be such a gassy little fuck?This is the result of a few beers and an endless wing special at Buffalo Wild Wings. Next time, I want your nose pressed against my hole while I rip. Deal?
Once Kason realized I was a fag and had to finish out his long term lease with me he radically changed my life. He’d made me more servile first starting with doing all the dishes, cooking extra for dinner and serving him his meals, washing his dirty clothes and shortly after, followed up with mandatory chastity (insisted on holding the key and never unlocking no matter how much he asked). His latest experiment though was pushing it though, he said as HIS fag (that was new), I needed to reach sexual satisfaction from making out with his smelly asshole, love and marriage was out of the question but he wanted me to experience some sort of affection and reinforce our respective statuses. Sometimes sweaty, always smelly, Kason thought it was fun to fart loudly as I’d close my eyes and start to really get into my weekly worship sessions with his musky butthole. I have to admit, I was really starting to develop love for his asshole! When the year was up, Kason signed the lease (with a new 30/70% payment addendum in his favor of course and glared me down till I signed my copy). What would he come up with next?
DaveFarts - Episode 30 “Gross The Line” [Episode List]
After Dave rips a couple of his well-known huge farts on his face, Tim finds the guts to ask his gassy bro something...
POV: Tim
Gross The Line
This Friday night we had no plans (once you’re past 30, this is usually considered a win).
Both me and Dave, after a tough week of work, decided to stay at home and apparently our buds had the same idea as no one wanted to do anything. To be completely honest, Dave did have something resembling a plan for tonight: Dana, his girlfriend, was coming here for the weekend, nothing new by a long shot, but Dave still wanted to give our small house what passes for a “cleaning session”.
To be fair, both me and Dave know how to manage this sort of stuff, with Dave actually being much more organised than he seems.
Each day of this past week, we decided to do our chores after we were done working.
Speaking of which, since I worked from home, I was simply wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, while my roommate sported his usual dark brown hoodie and a pair of dark blue, almost grey, loose sagging jeans.
After doing the living room, the kitchen and the bathroom (on different days, nonetheless), we’re now cleaning his bedroom: we made the (king-sized) bed, sorted Dave’s wardrobe a bit, all that kind of stuff we had to do regardless of our guests anyway (and Dana was very chill anyway).
We kind of lost rack of time, but given we started right after we finished working, it was around 6:30 PM, late-ish afternoon basically.
“We still got plenty of time.” I remarked, while folding a t-shirt.
“Yep.” Dave replied. “We could make a mess and still have time to clean up, if you know what I mean.” he winked at me, glancing at his king-sized bed.
“Well, you are pretty fast.” I made fun of him.
His response was a pair of socks harmlessly hitting my face.
“I see you’re done with those.” I sarcastically said as I picked them up.
“Yeah, the wardrobe’s pretty much done, thanks.” he said, as I handed the last t-shirt to him.
Honestly, we did a pretty good job. This wasn’t the first time we did this kind of stuff at all, but I was impressed by how fast we got things done this time.
“Let’s make this last.” I stated, admiring how clean the room was.
Dave stood next to me, arms crossed. “Yep. It smells good, even!”
“Yes it doe- I can’t believe I fell for it.”
My friend just casually ripped a monstrously loud 3 second fart, the sound easily silencing my voice. He winked at me again, with a smug smile, knowing very well that, well, I appreciated.
“Please don’t ruin everything we’ve done.” I jokingly begged him.
“Hey!” he stated, faking an assertive tone. “My bedroom, my rules.”
A moment of silence, then I heard him sniffing the air around him.
“But yeah…” he admitted, trying not to laugh. “That was terrible.”
The stench reached both of our nostrils and, believe it or not, it was bad. Yes, I have a fart kink, but some things can be too much to handle even for me, and to be honest I’m here more for the amazing loud sounds.
Dave opened the window just a bit so the bedroom won’t stink like rotten meat when Dana steps in later.
“Unless your ass has more things to say, that should be enough.” I said, looking at him and the window.
My bro shook his head in response and laughed a bit.
“Dude if you want to hear more farts you can just ask for it ya know.” He casually said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “You know I don’t care.” he then added, as he walked past me to check his phone on the bed, again so casually it almost confused me. Was he being sarcastic or not?
A moment of silence, as I needed a moment to understand what he meant.
Again, I do have a fart kink but… I wasn’t asking for anything. Hell, even though it’s been more than a year since he found out and accepted me, I never ever even had the guts to properly ask him for, well, a “fart session”, because at this point that’s what often happens between us. We’d go days or even weeks without face-farting (even though I’d hear him farting A LOT, either to tease me or just randomly like bros do), then Dave would just straight-up “bully” me by being the most amazing and open-minded straight gassy bro in the world.
A blessing and a curse at the same time.
“I wasn’t asking for anything.” I stated.
Dave snorted and smiled, eyes glued on the phone. “Yeah… sure.”
I admit I felt a bit… am I in the position to say ‘offended’?
I… I don’t want him to think that he’s my bro because of, well, this kinky stuff.
I stepped closer to him. “Again: I wasn’t asking.”
“Dude.” he looked up to me. “It’s fine. We’re good.” he laughed.
A few moments of silence, interrupted by my friend’s tapping on his phone. I didn’t like this atmosphere. Was I being an asshole? Dave was just being… so casually open-minded about my gross kink and that’s how I thank him? By thinking ill of him?
He doesn’t care… and yet some times I almost wish that he’d did.
Maybe I just like drama?
I decided to break the tension (which wasn’t even there, but anxiety took me over quickly).
“Well… what if I was asking… not that I was…” I tried to say.
Dave’s only response was just turning to me again, listening with a bored, yet amused-ish look on his face.
“I’d never ask you.” I finally said, after stuttering a bit more.
My friend shook his head again, amused by my response.
“Okay… thanks for sharing. Very interesting.” he said, sarcastically.
I took a deep breath. “I’d never ask because...”
Dave narrowed his eyes and interrupted me with the muffled sound of another loud fart, another quick thunder, lasting “only” 5 seconds. Despite having his denim, sagging ass glued to the bed, the roar could still be heard clearly. At least the stench was trapped there… for the most part.
“Good one.” I tried to joke. Then went back to being a stuttering idiot. “I’d never ask because…”
My friend interrupted me again, this time by standing up and stepping towards me, looking annoyed but still weirdly amused.
“Yes yes because you don’t want me to think that we’re bros only because you’re a kinky bastard and I just happen to be the fart king, right? Is this what you’re trying to say? Is that correct?”
I just remained silent and took a deep breath… inhaling some of the stench that used to be trapped under Dave’s ass.
“Bro I told you a million times that I don’t care.” he laughed. “I do appreciate that you don’t ask.” he admitted “But… that won’t stop me from destroying your face.”
That… that didn’t go into the direction I thought it would.
“Sorry.” I simply said.
Dave just laughed at how… needlessly stupid I was being.
“Alright. Looks like we’re gonna make a mess after all.”
He stared at me with a smirk. He then quickly grabbed my arms and tripped me over so I could fell on his bed.
“Bro, it’s fine, sorry I sai-“ I tried to say, actually trying not to laugh.
“Hey, my bedroom, my rules.” he remarked, stepping on the bed, easily towering over me.
He took a few steps and after I ended up with my head between his feet, he made sure to align his sagging ass with my face, so he could squat down and just use my nose as a pillow to rest his ass on.
The denim was rough and beautiful to look at, the seams and textures of his jeans tickling my face. I took a deep whiff and I could smell the stench of his previous farts. Since he was sagging, my nose also brushed against his red sweaty underwear, the only thing between my nose and his powerful anus.
After a few seconds of silence, he stopped moving and ripped a huge blast, up close and personal, down my throat. Damn, today his ass likes being louder than usual, with the blast almost making me go deaf. It was probably as loud as the previous ones, but since I was with my nose planted into the source of that fart this time, it felt way louder.
It certainly was longer though, this one lasting about 9 seconds before stopping.
He didn’t move for a few seconds, the only reason being to give me time to, well, properly enjoy the stench, which again I did, but the sounds of Dave’s farts was the main event for me every time he blasted me. I’ll never get used to it, to all of this, to his blasts, to him being so casual and open-minded about my kink.
After a few seconds, he leaned back and spread his legs a bit, still having his ass planted on my face. He did that so he could stare down at me, at the victim of his flatulence, at what remained of my sweaty face.
He was laughing, still sporting that evil smirk.
“I knew you weren’t asking by the way.” he said, and the bastard winked at me one more time.
Before I could say something in return, most likely an insult, my head shook as he ripped yet another blast. He closed his eyes as he kept pushing, as he let his ass roar all over my face; and the fact that I could see him do that, that I could stare right into his eyes as he farted, all while my nostrils were burning, further hardened by boner.
He sighed in relief and looked down to me one more ime after the 7 seconds blast ended. He then leaned back a bit more, now fully lying on his bed, legs up, with my face still in front of his sagging denim.
Oddly enough, we remained like that for a couple of dozens of seconds, until my straight bro talked to me. I couldn’t see his face this time: I was too startled to talk, to process how how that was, and my eyes were glued on that smelly “wall” of sagging jeans in front of me, a “wall” that hid my friend’s face from my point of view.
“You alive, bro?” he jokingly asked.
“Sadly, yes.” my deadpan answer.
Dave laughed at my response.
“No worries, I’m brewing a big one that’s gonna kill ya for good.”
The friendliest, yet hottest threat I ever received.
“Ready?” he then asked.
How did such a simple word become so hot to me is a mystery; but being something that Dave would often say before unleashing some of the loudest, most powerful farts I ever heard certainly didn’t help.
In hindsight, that’s not a mystery at all…
Either way, my answer to his question was another question, and I mustered all the courage I had to actually speak.
“Dave… can I ask you something?” Though it was my boner doing the talk now I’m afraid.
“Sure.” he quickly responded, surprisingly enough.
A few moments of silence, my heart racing fast. I took deep breaths, accidentally inhaling more of the polluted air around me. I was nervous, I was sweating.
“Well, if you have nothing to say, I’m just gonna let my ass speak then.” another hot threat from my bro.
“Okay wait.” I finally said.
I still couldn’t see my friend’s face as I was resting my head in front of his ass, which covered most most of my view.
“For your next… fart…” I managed to say.
“Yes…?” he said, in a very amusing formal tone of voice.
“Can you…” I took a deep breath. “Can you, like…”
Dave laughed at me stuttering like an idiot, but I kept going.
“Can you hold my head into your ass?”
First response: silence.
Moments of silence, moments that to me lasted hours.
I did it, I crossed the line.
I fucked up.
I betrayed my straight bro’s trust by going too far.
He’s Dave, a straight, open-minded friend that accepted my kink and yet I couldn’t help but let my thirst take the wheel, ruining everything.
It doesn’t help that he did hold my head still into his ass as he face-farted me other times in the past, but downright asking him to do it… I’m already regretting it.
That’s too gross.
Then, I felt it.
I just felt it.
I felt his left hand grabbing my head; he raised his left leg and leaned a bit, so he could properly fulfil my request. With a firm grasp, he planted my defenceless, sweaty face straight up into his sagging, smelly denim ass, holding me still, making sure I couldn’t move.
“Wow. You are a kinky bastard after all.” He said. “Just like I’m the fart king” he snickered.
I tried to speak, but talking while your moth is constantly “kissing” your gassy friend’s ass is a bit difficult, yet Dave kind of understood what I was trying to say. He knows me, after all.
“Bro…” He pushed my head even more, my nose almost going through the red fabric of his underwear and right between his asscheeks. “The only thing you should be afraid of is getting exactly what you wish for.”
Another one of those hot threats. Is he doing that on purpose?
A moment of silence followed… the silence before the storm.
“Ready?”
That was a rhetorical question.
The earthquake that struck my face was as loud as it was powerful. My friend’s ass roared straight into my nostrils and mouth, with Dave making sure my face was glued to his powerful anus, right where it belonged (not that I wanted to move anyway).
The deep, chainsaw-like noise shook the the whole bedroom, and for a moment I thought of the stench that basically ruined all of our hard work of cleaning things up, but my bro cared even less than me about that, as his ass kept screaming at my face, my nose gently brushing between his denim and his underwear.
My nostrils were burning, my eyes got wet.
On paper, this was nothing new for me: Dave farts in my face very often, even holding my head still like he’s doing now. However… the fact that he did it because I found the guts to ask for it made pre-cum erupt from the tip of my cock (I guess I’m the fast one then) which at this point I assume my bro knows about.
Even though I had my entire face glued to his denim ass, I still managed to get a good look of it and as my face kept getting blasted, I once again realized how lucky I was to have a friend like him.
Dave had it all: he’s smart, he’s tall, good-looking, funny and, as he put it a few moments ago, he casually happens to be the fart king, and the fact that I have the… I’d say the privilege to get constantly face-farted by him, to admire his ass this up close and personal, was more than I could’ve ever hoped for.
That good-looking guy you saw across the street? Well, he’s actually my bro… and he’s farting in my face.
12 seconds and the fart finally started to lose some of its power. He could rip longer farts than this, natural and/or on command (this time it was all natural, like 99% of the times), which was already impressively long, but given the context this was probably the hottest one he ever ripped all over my face.
After he was done, he simply let me go, or rather, let my head fall as I was completely stunned by what just hit me. I admired that sagging denim ass in front of me a bit more, still engulfed by an invisible cloud of gas.
“Anything else you wanna ask?” he joked, teasing me on purpose.
“Maybe I’ll just ask you to stop.” I played along, though I was being serious.
“Good choice” Dave said, a quick, loud 2-seconds fart following his response.
I managed to stand up, fighting the urge to plant my face into his ass again to properly enjoy that last rip.
I was feeling all dizzy for all the gas and, well, the massive boner I had.
Dave remained on the bed, sitting, as if nothing gross and kinky happened, reaching for his phone again to check some messages.
The bedroom, no gentle way to put this, smelt like ass because of my friend’s massive farts.
“Welp, much like you, Dana’s coming.” Dave casually commented, eyes on his phone.
“You do realize that this room smells like ass, right?” I told him, ignoring the insult.
“Hey. Not my fault. You asked for it, not me.” he said, with a smirk.
Once again, he proved to me that he just doesn’t care.
I’m gross and disgusting and while my bro is very aware of the kink… the idea of torturing me is just weirdly amusing to him.
Brad was always eager to show his friends his "trick", even though it cost him a new pair if Jean's each time he did it. Leaning down and blasting a massive fart, he'd tear a hole in them, letting everyone around smell his nasty hole. Sometimes he'd even do it by accident, and walk around oblivious to the fact that his huge ass constantly ripping rancid farts was on display for everyone to see and huff as they pleased. Brad always seemed to think it was cool, though his co-workers would always complain about the smell, a few minutes underneath his huge rump would soon change their minds however.
One of the few good things to come out of this quarantine is my boyfriend Colton and I becoming more adventurous in the bedroom. Since we’re stuck at home we’ve been trying out various kinks that have interested us, well mostly me. Over the past week we’ve tried all the kinks I’ve brought up while Colton hasn’t suggested any. I bring this up as we’re lying in bed.
I’m resting next to Colton with my head pillowed on his muscular chest. Another good thing to come out of this quarantine is Colton’s choice of clothing. These days, he’s only wearing a tight pair of boxer-briefs that show off his ripped body and highlighting his big ass. I swear, from behind, it looks like he has two pumpkins stuffed down his briefs.
“Hey Colt” I say getting him to open one eye and look down at me. “All this week we’ve been trying out all the stuff that I’ve suggested but you’ve been pretty quiet. Come on babe spill; tell me what you’d like to try.”
Colton immediately starts to look nervous, revealing to me that he does have a secret kink. I place a hand on his chest as I try to comfort it out of him. “Come on Colt just tell me and we can give it a try. Worst case scenario: neither of us likes it. Besides it can’t be worse than that daddy kink failure we experienced last night.” I say making Colton smile.
Colton bites his bottom lip before talking. “There’s something I’d like to try but we’ll have to do it tomorrow. It’ll take uh— all morning.” He says hesitantly.
“Really?” I ask with a furrowed brow.
Colton nods, “Yeah it’ll mostly be foreplay.”
“Okay but what type of foreplay are we talking here? You still haven’t told me what you’re into” I ask trying to wrap my head around this.
“Instead of telling you how about you experience it tomorrow, and once we’re done we’ll see if you enjoyed it or not.”
His vagueness raises a couple of red flags for me. Before I can voice my concerns Colton presses a finger to my lips, stopping me.
“Please Ken, no more questions. Just keep an open mind tomorrow.” Colton pleads. I sigh but nod my head in agreement. With that I rest my head back on his chest and we get some sleep. My last thoughts are on what’s in store for me tomorrow.
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I’m awoken by a large eruption going off in my face. My eyes shoot open and I’m met with a wall of grey. I start to process that I’m on my back, in bed alone, but where’s Colton? My train of thought is immediately ended as the rancid stench of rotten eggs and onions invades my nose, making me gag.
“OH WHAT IS THAT SME-“ My exclamation is abruptly drowned out by…
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A second mysterious eruption goes off in my face and nearly has my ears ringing. Another wave of foul odor washes over my face making my eyes water. I turn my head trying to escape the smell and I notice a foot planted next to my shoulder. My eyes widen as I register that Colton’s standing on the bed and squatting over my face. I look up again and work out that the wall of grey over my face is Colton’s bubbly ass constricted in a tight pair of grey briefs.
“What the hell Colton?” I gasp
Colton’s big, meaty globes hovering a foot over my face start to wobble from his chuckling. “Ha-ha morning Ken thought I’d play the role of your alarm clock today. Speaking of which, this should get you up and at ‘em”
With that Colton lets his massive bubble butt fall onto my face, smothering me. I feel Colton’s plump ass cheeks spread over my face and mold around my features. His ass crack is right on my nose and all I can breathe in is his stale farts trapped in his briefs. I then hear Colton grunting over me.
Colton unleashes a 20 second, behemoth of a fart, pointblank in my face. The stench of rotten meat and eggs floods up my nose and into my open mouth. Colton sighs in relief as he starts to grind his meaty ass on my face, working his butt stink into my pores. I’m a dry-heaving mess once Colton gets off of my face. Through watery eyes I see Colton standing next to the bed and looking down at me with a crooked grin.
Colton gives my stomach a few gentle slaps before saying, “I’m sure my farts are scrumptious but I’m going to the kitchen to make us a real breakfast. Should be ready in a few” and with that, Colton is making his way out of the bedroom. It takes me a few minutes to get my bearings and when I do I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
I want to believe that all of Colton’s farting was a dream but the smell of his gas still lingers in my nostrils. Colton and I have been together for over three years and he’s never farted like this. Now that I think about it Colton has never farted around me. Is this what he’s into?
As I finish brushing my teeth Colton comes in and walks up behind me.
“Babe breakfast is ready and I’ve been waiting for you for a while now. So I’m hoping this will get your lazybones in gear.”
Colton turns around and quickly backs his big ass into me, pressing it against my lower back, and trapping me in between the bathroom sink and himself. Before I can do anything…
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Colton rips a 6 second rumbling fart on my lower back. “Colton” I cry out in shock.
Colton holds up a finger, “Hold on a sec Ken, I got one more ready for you… HGH”
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Colton rips another rumbling fart on me that lasts for five seconds. I feel his warm butt fumes escaping his ass and heating up my lower back. Colton’s eggy butt stench quickly permeates around the room, making itself known, and it has me coughing. Colton sighs in relief as he rubs his huge ass against my lower back for a few seconds. Once Colton’s done he removes his ass from me and I turn around to face him.
Colton chuckles as he makes his way towards the door. When he reaches the door he glances back at me.
“Come on babe lets go have breakfast, unless you wanna be butt bombed by this big fella again.” Colton says with a lopsided grin as he gives his big butt a smack, making his plump cheeks wobble.
I feel myself blushing before I shake my head, making Colton chuckle again. I follow Colton feeling utterly confused. Before I went to sleep last night I had a boyfriend who’s never even farted in front of me, but now I have one that can’t go 10 minutes without farting on me.
Colton’s farting is pushed to the back of my mind as I follow him down the hall towards the kitchen. All my focus is on Colton’s bubbly ass as he walks in front of me. With each of his steps his plump ass cheeks jiggle so perfectly in the confines of his small grey briefs. I’m so enraptured by the sight that I fail to realize that Colton has stopped until I bump into him.
Colton looks back at me, over his shoulder with a mock frown. “Well that was rude” that lopsided grin pops back on his face “And so is this” Colton leans forward jutting his ass out and pressing it against my lower abdomen.
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Colton rips a 4 second, bubbly fart on me. The stench of rancid meat and butt sweat quickly flows upward and into my nose making me groan.
“Ugh Colton what did you eat?”
Colton grabs me by the waist, pulling me in, keeping me trapped against him with his ass pressed against my lower abdomen.
“Ha-ha nothing but the usual, my daily morning protein shake. But now I’m letting it out and onto you. Just goes to show you how much I love you babe… NGGH”
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Colton blasts me with a 6 second butt bomb. I pull the collar of my shirt over my nose but that does nothing to protect me from the smell. Colton starts to rub his ass against me, making his ass fumes seep through my shirt and reach my nose. My eyes are stinging as Colton releases me and we continue on our way to the kitchen. Just before we enter the kitchen Colton has one last surprise for me.
Without pausing our slowing down…
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Colton drops a wet-sounding butt bomb right in the entrance of the kitchen. I cringe knowing I have to make my way through his noxious fart cloud. I try to steel myself as I make my way through his lingering butt bomb but the stench of rotten eggs and garlic is almost unbearable. I’m crying and gagging as I fully enter the kitchen.
I take big huffs of nearly fresh air as I take a seat at the kitchen table. Colton makes his way to the kitchen counter and heads towards me with two bowls of cereal.
Colton’s choice of food perplexes me and it most show on my face because Colton asks, “What”
I shrug, “It’s just well yesterday I made us eggs, bacon, and hash browns and all you whipped up is two bowls of cereal. With what you said in the bathroom earlier I was expecting something more grandiose.” I say unable to hide the slight disdain in my voice. Colton frowns at this and I start to feel nervous.
Colton places one of the bowls of cereal in the empty spot of the table, meant for him. Colton then spins around and makes sure I get a good look at what he’s about to do.
Colton lowers the second bowl of cereal to just under his ass. Colton’s huge, bubbly cheeks stretch out so far that they easily cast a shadow over the bowl of cereal. Colton lifts his right leg slightly and grunts.
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Colton rips a 5 second growly fart on top of the cereal, saturating it with his eggy butt stench. I look on in disgust as he defiles the bowl of cereal.
“Ah, ha-ha, if you say I make shitty food then I’m more than happy to oblige Ken… HHGH” Colton says before he starts grunting.
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Colton drops a 4 second, duck-sounding fart onto the cereal, further contaminating it with his ass gas. A whiff of the butt bombed cereal reaches my nose and has me gagging. Colton sighs in relief before promptly placing the bowl of cereal in front of me.
“Bon appétit Ken” Colton says with a smirk.
I look down in horror at Colton’s noxious excuse for a breakfast. “I’m not eating this” I tell Colton with a glare.
“Oh yes you are” Colton says while still sporting a shit-eating smirk.
I scoff as I stand up and make my way towards the refrigerator. After searching for a bit I smile in triumph as I pull out a plate of leftovers from yesterday’s breakfast. As soon as I shut the refrigerator door, Colton snatches the plate out of my hand.
Colton stands in front of me with a wicked grin as he brings the plate behind his back and right in front of his ass. Colton scrunches up his face and all I can get out is “Don’t” before…
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Colton coats my plate of food with a 7 second, wet-sounding fart. Colton sighs in relief and hands the plate back to me with a satisfied expression.
“Ah sorry Ken but whatever you choose to eat for breakfast will be flavored with my farts”
My mouth curls in disgust at the plate placed in my hand. The eggy repulsive smell emanating from my food completely kills my appetite. Without a second thought I drop the plate into the garbage bin next to the refrigerator.
Before I can do anything else, Colton’s moving me out of the way and opening the refrigerator door. He then turns around and sticks his ass into the refrigerator.
“Alright babe, time to make a decision. Either you can eat the breakfast I made for you that I seasoned with my butt’s love, or I nuke the fridge and have all of our food tasting like my ass musk for the rest of the month. I’m warning you Ken these bad boys have some lasting power.” Colton says with a devilish grin.
“Y-You’re bluffing” I accuse him, not sounding too sure.
Colton simultaneously lifts an eyebrow and his right leg, and then starts to grunt.
“ALRIGHT-ALRIGHT I’ll eat the cereal” I concede making that shit-eating grin pop back on his face.
I feel like I’m on death row as I retake my seat at the table with Colton’s putrid cereal in front of me. Before I can reach for my spoon, Colton picks up the bowl and holds it in front of his ass.
“Sorry babe I think this has gone a little stale let me freshen it up for you… HHGGG”
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Colton rips another fart on my supposed breakfast and sits it back in front of me looking accomplished. “Eat up Ken” Colton says sounding chipper.
“Thanks” I mutter sarcastically.
Colton frowns down at me. Not saying a word, Colton simply turns around and my eyes widen. I’m face to face with Colton’s huge, bulbous globes. This close it looks like his grey briefs are painted on.
Colton suddenly grabs me by the back of the head and shoves my face into his plump ass. Colton’s bubbly ass cheeks envelope my face easily muffling my yelp.
“You wanna be rude then let’s get rude… Nggh” Colton says with a straining voice before lighting my face up with farts.
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Colton rips a series of monstrous farts, back to back, pointblank in my face. The stench of rotten eggs and spoiled milk devastates my sense of smell and has me coughing.
Colton pulls my head from his ass and says, “Ah now let’s try that ‘thanks’ again but this time hold the sarcasm” I’m too busy coughing to respond but Colton still takes that as an answer, “Oh so you want to give me the silent treatment. Well then back in you go” Colton once again shoves my face into his fat bubbly globes. My coughing is quickly muffled.
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Colton shows no mercy as he unleashes another barrage of farts right in my face. With me coughing I unfortunately had my mouth open so most of his butt bombs were launched down my gullet. I can now taste and smell his noxious butt fumes.
Colton pulls my head away from his ass again, “Have anything to say Ken? My butt’s waiting”
“Thanks” I say weakly as I try to regain my breath. This doesn’t appease Colton.
“Tch, what the hell was that? You might want to speak a little louder next time. Here let my butt give you a few pointers” And with that Colton buries my face back into his thick bulbous ass.
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“THANK YOU! THANK YOU COLTON! Fuck just stop” I cry as soon as Colton ends his newest bombardment of farts, and releases my face.
Colton, the asshole, snickers as he takes his seat next to me. I’m so busy trying to catch my breath and stopping myself from throwing up on Colton’s lingering fart cloud that I nearly forget about the poisoned cereal. Colton kindly reminds me.
“Don’t forget about your breakfast babe. You don’t want me to butt bomb all the food in the fridge do you?” Colton winks and I roll my eyes (without him seeing it).
I bite the bullet and I take the first spoonful of Colton’s fetid cereal. The noxious smell and taste work in tandem making it nearly impossible to swallow. After a few attempts I finally swallow it down.
Colton pats me on the back. “Good work babe but you’ve got to finish the rest or I’m going to nuke the fridge” Colton says and gives me a peck on the cheek.
I morbidly look down at the cereal but I get to work. It takes me 15 minutes but I finally finish Colton’s fart infused cereal.
When I’m done Colton looks kind of bummed. “Damn I didn’t expect you to finish that. I was looking forward to watching you eat food I’ve farted on for the rest of the month.” I shake my head wondering where this Colton has been hiding all this time.
I push the empty bowl away from me as I stand up. “You take care of the dishes; I’m going to watch some TV in the living room. I need to cope after enduring… whatever that all was.” I tell Colton as I head out of the kitchen.
“Hey wait Ken you forgot something.” Colton says just before I leave the room. I turn around and see Colton jogging up to me. When he reaches me he swivels his hips and presses his big ass against my side. He closes one eye and grunts.
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Colton rips a 4 second trumpeting fart on me. He sighs in relief as he rubs his ass against me, grinding the butt stink in. I groan as a whiff of the eggy stench makes it to my nose.
“Ah something to remember me by babe ha-ha” Colton snickers as he makes his way to the sink.
I shake my head in disbelief before continuing on to the living room. I never expected Colton to be into something like this. I suddenly come to a stop as I realize something shocking. I’m sporting a half-chub. Am I into this?
As I think on all I’ve went through this morning I’m sure that I’m not into Colton’s farts alone. The smell of them is almost too much. But I do find how he uses them on me pretty hot. And all this morning he’s been rocking this hot-as-hell dominant jerk persona. All this together has been a real turn on for me. I guess I am into this in a way.
5 minutes later I’m looking for something to watch on Netflix when Colton joins me in the living room. Colton walks up to me as I’m sitting on the couch with the remote aimed at the TV, surfing through the action section.
“Give me the remote I want to finish that movie we were watching last night.” Colton demands but I shake my head. Colton loves his scary movies and I refuse to watch a second more of that gore-fest he was watching last night. “Nope” I say obnoxiously popping the p, “Yesterday you got to choose the movie now it’s my turn.”
“Jeez I thought you would’ve learned by now. Remember you brought this on yourself.” Colton says sounding annoyed.
Colton suddenly grabs the wrist of my arm holding the remote. He tosses a leg over my arm and pulls hard. I slide forward until I’m sitting on the edge of the couch and my face slams into Colton’s big pillowy ass. Colton keeps a strong hold on my arm, keeping my face pressed against his ass.
Colton punctuates each of his words with a fart
“Hand”
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“Over”
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“The”
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“Remote… GHH”
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Once I let go of the remote Colton releases my wrist and I free my face from his ass. I fall back onto the couch dry heaving.
Through teary eyes, I see a look of accomplishment on Colton’s face as he takes a seat next to me with the remote. As he pulls up the horror movie we were watching last night, he wraps an arm around my shoulders and tugs me in next to him.
I have zero interest in focusing on this horror flick so I decide to address the elephant in the room. “So you’re into this, eproctophilia?” Colton looks at me out the corner of his eye, “I looked it up on my phone while you were in the kitchen” I explain.
Colton simply pulls me in closer as he lifts his leg, and presses his ass against my thigh… ppffffttt. “Ah, Yep” Colton casually states but he isn’t done with me yet.
“Ah nothing turns me on more than farting on people” fffhhhppp, “I learned that in high school” pprrrrbbb, “Jocks, nerds, punks, teachers” rrrwwwfff, “No one was safe from my farts” fffhhhrrr, “All through high school and college I was labeled a bully and I loved it” bbbvvvvppp, “Nothing gets me harder than making people suffer with my butt fumes” rrrrmmmbbbb, “Watching people cry and choke on farts that my body produces makes me feel like a fucking Alpha God” ppppfffffrrrrr, “ And now after three years, you’re one of the many victims of my farts” ffffvvvvvrrrrr, “Your nose is one of the hundreds of casualties of my butt’s wraith” rrrrhhhhttttt, “So enjoy that thought as you have so more of this babe… NGHH”
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Colton finishes his gassy assault on my leg with a 15 second beastly fart the rumbles through my whole body. My eyes are leaking like faucets because the living room is flooded with Colton’s butt stink. Colton sighs as he removes his ass from my thigh.
When I look at Colton, his trademark smirk is gone and he looks sullen. He surprises me as he takes my hands into his. “Ken babe, I know all this was gross and weird but do you think we can do this a few times a year; maybe for like Christmas and my birthday. This is something I’m really into and want to keep doing.” Colton asks imploringly.
I take Colton’s hand and place it on my crotch so he can feel how hard I am. “I don’t think a few times a year will be enough for me Colt. I love you but I also like that farting bully alter ego you had going on. I wouldn’t mind him coming out to play more often.” And just like that Colton’s lopsided smirk is back.
“You better be careful of what you’re asking for babe. You see I’m a very gassy guy so you might be getting daily visits from him.”
I shrug. “We’re in quarantine. I wouldn’t mind getting to know him a little better while we’re stuck here.” I say making Colton laugh.
Suddenly Colton tackles me and I find myself on my back, laid out on the couch, with Colton straddling my stomach. Colton’s gazing down at me with a mischievous grin.
“Babe I know you don’t like scary movies but I think you’ll like the series I’m about to introduce to you. I… produced them all myself.”
With that Colton spins around and now he’s straddling my stomach with his huge ass pointed towards my face. Colton then starts to shuffle backwards bringing his bulbous ass closer to my face. I watch as his juicy ass cheeks wobble with his every movement. He comes to a stop when his butt is hovering over my neck. Colton reaches back and slowly peels his grey briefs down his gargantuan ass. My mouth goes dry as Colton’s bubbly globes pour out of the confines of his grey briefs and jiggle out in the open air.
Colton looks down at my face, over his shoulder, with the same mischievous grin. “Alright Ken I hope you’re ready for a little marathon babe”
Colton reaches back with both hands spreading his plump meaty globes, and giving me a peek at his winking hole surrounded by a patch of black hair. Colton falls backward, submerging my face in between his titanic ass cheeks. His fat globes easily pool over the sides of my face, making contact with the couch, completely extinguishing my head’s contact with the outside world. Colton’s voluptuous ass has become my entire universe. Colton begins swiveling his ass over my face, trying to work me in deeper, which seems impossible. Colton only stops when he feels my nose pressing against his winking asshole.
I hear Colton’s voice coming from above me. “Okay Ken the first picture I’m dropping on you is called ‘Colton’s Canon’. Enjoy”
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“Ah now the sequel is called ‘Revenge of Colton’s Canon’. Brace yourself babe this is a real doozy.”
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“Ah and here comes the last of the first trilogy and it contains a major plot twist. It’s called ‘Groom of Colton’s Canon’” Colton slides his ass down and now my lips are pressed against his ass lips. “UGGH… Now pucker up Ken; here comes your big debut… NNGHH”
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