I arrived on campus, my senior year of college, to check in to my dorm room. I know what you’re thinking, a dorm room your senior year? Well I had just transferred schools. For my senior year I could finally transfer from community college to my local state school! And while I didn’t want to be away from my friends for my senior year I knew it was the right decision. It did make me nervous that a bunch of people I went to high school with went here but I figured I’d keep to myself and avoid them if I ever saw any of them.
When I arrived at my dorm building and told the woman at check in my name she gave me a baffled look. “Charlie Hoover? Sorry love, you’re in the wrong spot. Says you’re living in apartment 2H”. This was startling to me. “Uh sorry are you sure? I registered to live in a single in this dorm building months ago”
The woman at the desk knitted her eyebrows and looked at the screen in front of her. “Hmm that is odd. According to these records you were moved to apartment 2H just last night.” The woman put her index finger to her lips and then just shrugged it off. “Oh well. Off ya go!” She smiled almost dismissively.
I hesitated and almost walked away, but thankfully I’ve been working in my confidence. “Sorry uhm actually could you see about moving me back to my original room? I don’t have any friends here and don’t really want to live in an apartment with strangers…”
The woman gave me a soft look and replied “I can’t do that love, especially since all of the dorms are booked up. I suggest you find your apartment and then write a nice email to the housing department in a couple weeks once you’re settled in.” She smiled me away again and this time I went with the current.
Back in my car I was panicking as I typed my new apartment into maps. Why was I moved to an apartment, and last night too?
My car slowly meandered towards the back ends of campus where the upperclassmen apartments were. Driving through the parking lot I saw various students unpacking their cars with friends. Finally I arrived at row H where my apartment would be. And to my surprise most of the students unloading there were tall jocks. Was this the athletics block?
I gathered my two suitcases and my back pack and began to trek across the lot to the apartments, scanning them for 2H. Once I spotted it I approached and used my key to open the door.
Inside there was music bumping and the apartment smelled… well let’s just say it smelled lived in. I climbed the stairs dragging my bags along with me and once reaching the top I saw three guys. The first two were tall muscular jocks. One blonde and one with dark brown hair. They were intimidating in their own right but it was the third guy who caused me to lose my breath.
Standing across from me was my high school bully, Brogan Thorpe. Except now Brogan was massive. I’ve heard of the freshmen twenty but it looks like Brogan got a freshmen twenty, sophomore twenty, and junior twenty. Not only was Brogan chubbier in his face and body but he now had a full greasy beard.
Once Brogan spotted me a huge grin spread across his face and he shouted “there he is! Man of the hour! The Fart Hoover!!”
I was panicking again. I wanted to run but I had no where to go. How was this happening?! The two other guys laughed at me along with Brogan. I was in shock as Brogan walked across the room with purpose. Brogan gripped my neck with his big calloused hand and forcefully guided me away from the stairs and deeper into his den. Or I guess I should say our den.
“Trev, Greg, this is the famous Fart Hoover.” Brogan declared as he pushed me down on the couch and then sat down next to me. Trevor, the blonde, gave me a dopey smile and waved to me. While Greg narrowed his eyes at me sort of scaring me.
I spoke up for myself for the first time since entering. My voice like a mouse. “My name is Charlie…”
Brogan laughed at me again and then threw his giant arm over my shoulder. He pulled me in closer to him. I was overwhelmed by his BO. “No need to be modest Hoover. The boys know all about your fart sucking passion. His real name is Fart Hoover”. Brogan declared, emphasizing the world real.
My face burned crimson. How is this happening? “H-how i-is this happ-happening” i was shivering in fear.
“Awww buddy!” Brogan began to jab at my ribs. I winced and tried to pulled away but his arm over my shoulder held me close. “My uncle’s the Dean. So when i found out you were transferring i had him move you in with us. Last minute too so you had no way to get out of it. And now you’re here all year and you get to be my full time Fart Hoover. More than you ever were in high school” Brogan Trevor and Greg all laughed
“We had beans for breakfast for you Fart Hoover!” Trevor interjected with cheer. It was mortifying to hear some guy I just met already call me by my humiliating high school nickname.
In high school Brogan was considered the hottest most popular guy. But early in our freshmen year, at a party, Ashley Lieu one of the most popular girls in our grade said she thought i was more attractive than Brogan. I remember feeling confident for the first time ever in that moment but Brogan shut that down quickly.
“Him? Nah, no way. What’s your name?” Brogan asked me dismissively. “I’m Charlie Hoover” I reached my hand out to Brogan which he ignored. “Hoover?!” Brogan laughed and the rest of the group joined in with him. “Here i got something for you to vacuum up, Hoover”. I was taken aback by his statement. Brogan stood up and pushed his butt right in my face ripping a loud long squeaker on my face. “Come on deep whiffs Fart Hoover!” Brogan didn’t move off my face until i took deep inhales through my nose.
The guys in the group all laughed while the girls shouted things like “ewww”. It was safe to say after that Ashley Lieu did not find me attractive anymore. That was also the last party i was invited to for all of high school. And from then on Brogan made it his mission to fart on my face whenever he could. All of high school i was known as the Fart Hoover. Brogan and all his buddies would pin me down in the l locker room or in the bathroom just to make me sniff ass. Sometimes they’d corner me after school and make me sniff each of their butts and farts. The worst was when Brogan would ‘sneak’ me into his wrestling practices so him and some teammates could practice pins on me. It was disgusting, humiliating, and took me a long time to get over…
Brogan ripped a brutal sounding wet monster of a fart on the couch next to me pulling me from my self induced flashback. “Awww Bro!” Trevor and Greg burst out laughing along with Brogan at the fart. I stared at Brogan in horror watching his scrunched up face shift to pleasure as he finished farting. And no sooner than finishing Brogan’s arm slithered off my body and repossessed my neck. Brogan stood from the couch quickly and forced my face directly into the cushion he was just sitting on.
The stink overwhelmed me instantly. Oh my fuck. It smelled of stinky eggs. “Deep whiffs!!” Brogan shouted as he smeared my face into the warm cushion. I don’t know if it was his body warmth or the fart but between the heat and the stink I felt like i was suffocating. Regardless, like i was on autopilot i began to sniff the fart with earnest. Sucking the cushion with passion.
Brogan, Trevor, and Greg cackled at my eager fart sniffing like they were animals. “Oh my god Bro! You weren’t kidding!” Trevor shouted and Greg added with disbelief “that’s so disgusting dude”
I sniffed and i sniffed until I could it smell any more of Brogan’s rotten egg fart. And shortly after i stopped sniffing Brogan released his hold on my neck.
Instead of standing I slipped down onto my knees and looked up at the three jocks in the room with me pathetically. Trevor was on me in a second. “Fuck bro I’m not waiting. I’ve clenching my cheeks all morning. It’s aboutta smell good”. Trevor jokingly raised the octave of his voice as he said the word good. Trevor had his hand in my hair and yanked my face into his perky gym shorts covered butt.
Trevor’s butt smelled musky and sour. “Oo that feels weird” he remarked at the feeling of my face being mustered in his butt crack. “Looks gay as fuck” Greg said sounding disgusted.
With no warning a deep bassy fart bellowed out of Trevor’s butt and onto my face. Instinctively I began to whiff and whiff and whiff. Burning my sinuses with Trevor’s fart. I gagged but continued to sniff. The guys all laughed at the funny sounding fart and even more at my pathetic deep sniffing. “Damn you love this shit Fart Hoover. Just wait until after one of my hockey practices” Trevor remarked.
After Trevor let go of my hair and stepped away from me I couldn’t even bring myself to look up. I was disgusted with myself. I’d worked so hard the last three years. I was finally becoming a man but in a matter of seconds here I was again. Nothing a but a Fart Hoover.
“Let’s go Greg! You talk big all the time about how your farts are the worst. Prove it with Fart Hoover.” Brogan goaded Greg to take a turn with me.
Greg scowled. “Yea my farts are the nastiest! But this is weird. I don’t want some losers face in my butt”
Brogan reached out and grabbed my face, squishing my cheeks between his gross fingers. Directing my gaze upwards towards Greg. “Aww come on dude. It’s not weird he has a face made for farting on!”
This made Greg laugh a little. “Okay, I guess I have to agree his face does look perfect for farts.”
Brogan let go of my face. “That’s the spirit!”
I didn’t even want to start thinking about what it could possibly mean that my face looked perfect for getting farted on.
Greg approached me again wearing his darkened look. Eyes narrowed nose slightly scrunched. Looking at me like I was disgusting to him. “You want farts, Hoover?” He said with an aggression. Nearly spitting on me.
I glanced at Brogan and he raised his eyebrows looking at me sternly. I knew what the right answered was. My voice shook.
Greg smirked and then turned around presenting his butt to me. Greg then pulled down the back of his sweatpants and boxers exposing his bare ass to my face. Greg’s butt cheeks were covered in thick black hair and long wiry hairs tangled out of the whole length of his butt crack. I gasped at the sight while Trevor and Brigham howled with laughter. “Might as well give him an authentic experience, buns out” Greg shrugged.
“Dude you were calling us gay a minute ago and now you’re letting the pussy touch your bare ass?!” Trevor teased
Greg turned mooning his friends. “Fuck off, if your ass was half as hairy as mine you’d he using it to your advantage too”. Greg shook his butt at them and then turned back to my awaiting face.
The miasma of heat emanating from Greg’s butt had me feeling woozy. His hand gripped my hair and guided my face into his butt crack. Greg’s butt crack was so hairy and so damp I felt sick. He rubbed my face around in there a bit too! Wiping his butt sweat all over me. And then he unleashed a guttural blast. It lasted so long and the sound was squishy and gross! I was struggling to break free of his grip and get my nose away from the stink but Greg wouldn’t let me go. I gagged and cried. But more importantly I sniffed! I sniffed as hard as my nose would allow! I was the Fart Hoover! This is my purpose! No! Wait that’s wrong! My name is Charlie!
Oh fuck I was gonna be sick. Greg’s butt and fart were disgusting and I couldn’t stop sniffing!
Finally letting me go I slipped from Greg’s hairy butt. My face was wet. Be it sweat or butt slime. “So gross dude” Greg remarked as he pulled his pants back up and walked away from me into the kitchen.
I felt so defiled. “Alright Hoover, follow me. Let’s get you unpacked in your bedroom”. Surprisingly, Brogan grabbed both of my suitcases for me and carried them back towards my bedroom for me. I sheepishly followed behind him.
“See ya in a few fart face” Trevor called behind me.
Arriving in my room Brogan had already begun to unpack my clothes for me. He did so carelessly. Mixing underwear with shirts and jeans with socks. I’d have to reorganize later. Brogan glanced at me continuing to unpack my bags with a speed. “Close the door and make your bed.” He demanded. And I obeyed.
I hated letting him boss me around. I thought I was better than this and yet…
I pulled my sheets from my bag and started making my bed. By the time I finished Brogan had also ‘unpacked’ the rest of my clothing. No quicker than I tucked in my last blanket Brogan had pinned me on my bed. His massive chubby body squishing me into the mattress with ease. Our faces were inches apart and he stared at me with that disgusting sadistic lust. Brogan leaned in slightly closer and then belched right into my face. It was wet and sounded horrible so close up. And the stench was rotten.
Our eyes remained locked and I whimpered at Brogan. He responded by lightly blowing his burp air into my face. And I sniffed! Oh fuck I sniffed so deeply. It smelled so nasty! I gagged under his body weight. How could someone’s burp smell so badly!? Does he ever brush his teeth?!
Brogan chuckled at me. “Good Fart Hoover”. Brogan then lifted himself off my body but pinned my wrists with his hands and slid his crotch directly over my face. Brogan then began to lightly hump and tea bag my face. His navy blue mesh gym shorts were so musky and provided little barrier. “I’ve missed you Hoover” Brogan said softly as he continued to thrust on my face. He then slid forward so his butt was on my face. “Please, you’re so disgusting!” I cried beneath him.
“I’m disgusting?!” Brogan sounded offended. “Nah I think you’ve got us mixed up bud” And I heard a hot silent fart hiss from his cheeks. It burned so badly. The stench was of eggs hot boiled stinky eggs. I sniffed it all. I sniffed it all with a gusto. Brogan laughed at my inhales. “You’re disgusting Hoover”.
Brogan then readjusted himself so he was facing my feet. “Case in point. You missed me too huh?” Brogan said as he flicked my rock hard dick that was nearly sticking out of my khaki shorts. That’s right…. There’s a part of me I’ve been keeping secret.
After Brogan had first farted on me back in the day it turned into a regular thing. He farted on me so much, every day multiple times a day, that I started to find him and his farts arousing. I think it was a defense mechanism. Brogan had literally conditioned me to fall in love with his stinky ass and nasty farts. No matter how much I told myself I hated farts they’d still turn me on.
And Brogan knew what he did to me too. When we were in public or with his friends his bullying was cruel but in private, just the two of us, he got erotic. There were times when he’d make me touch myself while forcing me to sniff his farts. A part of me even believed for a bit that Brogan liked me and farting on me in the same way I liked him. But that was all too good to be true right? Brogan had numerous girlfriends over the years. And yet even when he was in a relationship he’d send me snaps of himself farting with captions like “go jerk off to this Hoover”.
I spent my formative years obsessing and fearing Brogan. But after spending the last three years apart and getting some therapy I thought I’d finally moved on from him and his farts. I hadn’t even jerked off to anything fart related in over a year! I was so proud of myself for finally making a man of myself. All for it to crumble beneath Brogan’s swampy ass.
A deep gurgly fart grumbled from Brogan’s butt. It vibrated my entire face. “Fuck, Hoover. Sniff that shit” Brogan moaned and began to lightly bounce on my face. I’d missed this so much. I inhaled with all my might which caused me to gag aggressively.
Brogan hopped off my face and the bed. Once standing he yanked his shorts and boxers down. I looked over at him, now just wearing his stained tank top. Brogan’s massive thick hairy thighs and beefy butt in full view and I was in love again. But of more important note Brogan’s dick was standing at full mast.
Brogan looked down at me and licked his lips and then began to rub his cock. “You’re gonna sniff mine, Greg and Trev’s farts every day Hoover. You’re going to suck them all up like the good Fart Hoover you are.” Brogan squeezed his dick and his eyes rolled back. “I’m going to make you eat my farts every day and you’re going to thank me for it”. I couldn’t believe Brogan was jerking off in front of me. He’d never gone this far before.
I couldn’t resist any longer, my hand slipped into my shorts and I began to rub my dick as well. Brogan continued. “I’m gonna fuck so many chicks on campus and afterwards you’ll be here to sniff my sweaty ass and farts. That’s all you’re good for!”
We were both jerking off with a ferocity now. Brogan is perfect. I love his chubby belly. i love how much he stinks. I love how mean he is to me. “And you’re not allowed to have sex Hoover. Not that you could get anyone in the first place. But you belong to me. My farts are your sex”
This made me cum in my shorts. Brogan was right his farts are my sex and they always have been. I’ve never been with a girl or a guy. And despite trying to find new sexual interests this last year the truth I’ve always known is that nothing turns me on like farts, like Brogan’s farts.
“Your farts are my sex!” I moaned out like a pathetic bitch. It was the loudest I’d been since entering my new home. I seemed to surprise Brogan but excite him. His cock now slurping as he slid up and down it. And then he came. Shooting cum all over my bed. He continued to jerk himself off until his dick deflated. And then he wiped his slimy hand on one of my pillows.
Brogan leaned over my face, his balls grazing me until he settled his bare ass on my nose. His butt was sweaty and he slowly moved it around on my face. Almost like he was trying to pet my nose with his butt crack hair. “I’m happy you’re here Hoover.”
I was mortified and disgusted with both myself and the state of Brogan’s nasty butt which he was smearing on my face. But more importantly I couldn’t have been happier. And I was looking forward to however Brogan would humiliate me next!
great story! you should write a second part
