Smell of persuasion
I have an hour until I’m off of work, but right now I’m in my best friend’s office sobbing. 20 minutes ago I received a text from my girlfriend of over two and a half years, that informed me we were through and she’ll be moved in with her new boyfriend before I got back to our place. I immediately called up my best friend, and good old Connor told me to come up to his office. We both started working at this multi-billion dollar corporation last year and in 3 months he became CFO. This baffled everyone else but not me. All through high school and college Connor skipped classes, didn’t turn in assignments, and failed test and exams but he always got straight A’s. He would just talk with his teachers in private and he would instantly ace the class. I don’t truly know how he does it, but I usually assume it’s his influential charisma.
I chuckle at the thought, with tears still trickling down my face. Connor comes back into the room with a cup of water and looks at me worriedly. His office is huge; I’m sitting on a couch that’s a few feet from his desk. Connor sits down next to me, hands me the cup of water, and I thank him. As I take a sip of water I hear Connor mutter, “I should have farted on her when I first met her.” That startles a laugh out of me and makes me spit some water. “Connor don’t make me laugh, I’m feeling depressed here.” He rolls his eyes and shoots back with, “You shouldn’t be feeling depressed, you should be leaping with joy. We should be heading out to a bar and celebrating that, that she-devil is out of your life. And if the bar we hit turns out to be a gay bar, then all-the-better.”
I return the eye roll and say, “For the thousandth time Connor I’m not gay. I just haven’t found the right girl yet. And anyway I’m not ready to hit up the bars for some action. I-I’m still in love…” I can’t even finish my sentence before I start to sob again. Connor let out an irritated sigh and says, “Oh for the love of… just-just come here.” Connor wraps his strong arms around me, pulling me into his embrace, and I continue to sob with my face pressed against his muscular chest. I start to feel better after a few minutes of crying. The manly musk I’m breathing in, coming from Connor’s chest, is making me feel both relaxed and safe. I try and pull away but Connor tightens his embrace, and starts to talk to me in a gentle tone.
“No Nicky you’re staying right here. I think you need this man.” I don’t resist, I just remain in his hold as he starts to soothingly rub my back with his hand. But what he says next sounds really odd.
“Nicky I hate seeing you like this so I’ve made a difficult decision. I’m going to do something that I promised myself that I’d never do to someone who’s important to me. But in the end I think this will be the best thing for both of us.” Before I can even start on deciphering what he means; Connor releases me from his hug and stands up facing away from me. At first I thought he was heading to his desk to finish some paper work, but he just stays standing in front of me with his butt in front of my face. For a moment I’m awestruck at the view of Connor’s ass. It looks like he has two volleyballs stuffed in the back of his pants. And just one of his massive ass cheeks is bigger than my head. While taking all this in, I fail to notice Connor bending his knees, arching his back, and jutting his ass closer to my face until they are only a few inches apart. My complete focus on the size of Connor’s ass is immediately ended by…
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Out of nowhere, Connor rips a 14 second monster fart right in my face. The stench of rotten fish and sulfur forces its way up my nose and into my open mouth. And the smell isn’t the only powerful thing about his fart; the force from it is just as strong. The hot stream of air coming from his ass blows my hair back and dries my eyes out. As his fart comes to a sputtering end I cough and blink my eyes a few times. I don’t know whether I should find this hilarious or feel disgusted with Connor farting on me. I’m about to stay something, but suddenly I start to feel funny. I start to feel light headed, and my thoughts and memories are starting to seem real fuzzy in my head. The only thing I can focus on is the feel, sight, and smell of Connor farting in my face a few seconds ago. And I’m starting to get hard thinking about it. But I’m not into getting farted on. And more importantly I’m straight, right? Well one thing I’m certain of is that I want Connor to fart in my face again, but how? My thought process is interrupted by Connor.
Connor is looking down at me over his shoulder with a devilish grin, and his ass is still inches away from my face. With laughter in his voice Connor says, “Ha-ha sorry about that buddy I didn’t realize this big stinker was loaded” After saying this he grabs a handful of his fat, left ass cheek, “Uh-oh you better move out of the way buddy. I’m about to rip another fart and it’s going to be a doozy.” Moving is not an option so I stay where I’m sitting, and Connor shrugs, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Connor clenches his hands into fists and grunts.
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Connor rips three farts in a row, right in my face. Each one lasts four seconds and the same fetid stench fills my lungs. Connor takes a step forward and starts wafting the stench into my face while letting out a sigh. “Ah, have some of that. A nice triple-fart-combo straight from my butt and just for you Nicky ha-ha” I laugh along with Connor but I don’t know what we’re laughing about. My mind feels even foggier than before. Maybe I should head home now and get some sleep. I do feel a bit drowsy. I put my hand on the arm of the couch and start to stand up, but Connor notices what I’m doing. He takes a step back, and I find my face firmly pressed against his huge ass and my nose nestled in between his bulbous ass cheeks. I place my hands on Connor’s fat but muscular ass, and I weakly try to push him away, but…
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Connor rips another fart right in my face. It’s airy and dry and lasts for 9 seconds. At first I was trying to push his ass away from my face, but as his fart comes to an end, I find myself holding onto his ass as I deeply inhale his butt fumes.
Connor reaches back and starts to gently pat my head, “Atta boy Nicky, look at you huffing up my fart like a champ” I smile widely (with my face still shoved against Connor’s ass) as I hear the pride in his voice, “And you know what Nicky? I think you deserve a treat.” Connor lifts his left leg slightly
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Connor launches a 6 second fart up my nose. The stench of rotten onions and cheese is all I can smell and I love it. “Ah yeah that’s it Nicky. Keep sniffing up my farts so we can push those thoughts of that lying slut out of your head.” Huh? Who’s he talking about? Oh yeah my ex. What was her name? Brenda? Brittany? B….
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“I can tell you’re still thinking to hard back there buddy. Just relax, stop thinking, and enjoy the smell of my farts.” He’s right. I’m just going to enjoy this and ignore the rest of the world. My shoulders slump and I rest my face against his plump, slack-covered ass.
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“Atta boy Nicky, you just let your good buddy Connor, take the wheel. You leave all that pesky thinking to me. You just relax and have some more of this.”
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Good ole Connor. He’ll handle all the thinking. “Gud old Co-Connor” I try to get out as my voice is muffled against his ass.
“Ha-ha that’s right buddy good old me. Say, since you enjoy smelling my farts so much, maybe you’ll enjoy them even more if I take off my pants and underwear? We’re in my office and I’ve locked the door so no one will be barging in on us.” Yeah I want that. I nod my head weakly but it just feels like I’m wiggling my nose deeper in between his butt cheeks.
“You got it man. A couple bare-assed, Connor cannon bombs, right from the tap. And here, this should tide you over as I get out of my pants and underwear. Ugh!”
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Connor lets out a sigh of relief after ripping that 7 second fart in my face. He chuckles as he steps away from me and starts to undo his pants. I laugh as well, since Connor is, and I fall back resting on the couch. My dick throbs in my slacks as Connor removes his pants. Connor struggles some as he shimmies his pants and underwear over his plump ass. His two big butt cheeks jiggle for a few moments, once he pulls his pants under them, and they’re finally freed. As he bends over to pull his slacks all the way off, I get a quick peek at his wrinkled pucker surrounded by a patch of dark fur. Once he’s naked from the waist down he takes a step back and looks down at me over his shoulder. With both hands he reaches back and spreads his ass cheeks open giving me a clear view of his hole, and that’s where I want my face to be. I sit up straight, lean forward and bury my face in between his slightly hairy and sweaty butt cheeks. I don’t stop until the tip of my nose is touching his hole, and only the back of my head is visible to the outside world. Connor lets go of his ass cheeks and they clamp onto the sides of my face. The sound of Connor grunting and straining echoes all around me.
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Connor rips a 50 second long beast of a fart. And the entire thing roars out his asshole and straight up my nostrils. I’m enjoying the stench but it still potent enough to make my eyes water.
“Ah there you go Nicky one of my signature monster farts right from the source. You love smelling my farts don’t you Nicky?” I give a muffled yes, “That’s great man because I love farting on you. That’s why we fit together so well. Man it’s a good thing that we’re both gay.” Yeah it’s a good thing…wait? I pull my face from out of Connor’s ass and look up at him in confusion. He’s looking back down at me with a look of slight irritation. I shake my head a bit, finding it hard to construct a complete and understandable sentence. “Um Connor I’m not…… HEY…. mmmmm” While I try to speak Connor reaches down, grabs me by both of my ankles, and pulls me off of the couch. I land on my ass, in front of the couch, and my head is now resting on where I was just sitting. Once again, Connor reaches back and spread his ass cheeks. Connor quickly falls backward and he sits squarely on my face. With the amount of speed he comes down with, my nose easily penetrates his asshole, and I hear Connor release a deep moan. The stench of his past farts is ten times worse from where my nose is right now. It becomes 100 times worse when…
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Connor immediately releases a 2 minute long fart, up my nose. My arms fall limp by my sides and I feel like I’m in a drunken haze. With my nose still trapped in his hole, Connor goes on a farting rampage as he talks to me.
PPPbbbbtttttt “Ah, I don’t know what wrong with you Nicky but it seems like your memory is a little jumbled” ffffhooottt “Allow me to remind you how everything is” bbbbffffpppp “You’re gay Nick. You’ve always been gay” ppphhhfff “In fact, even for all the money in the world, you couldn’t become the slightest bit aroused by the touch of a woman” ffhhrrppp
Yeah he’s right. Ever since I was young, my sexual fantasies always consisted of other men. Women just never have done it for me.
Is what I think as I keep breathing in the aroma of Connor’s amazing farts.
Rrrhhtt “Ha-ha you know it’s funny, even though I told you I was gay in 7th grade” fffbbppp “Ah, you were so nervous when you told me you were gay during our freshman year of high school” bbbffaaappp “It’s like you thought I’d hate you, or hit you, or something” fffwwooopp “But all I did was fart in your face and told you that I already knew” ppprrfff “Don’t you remember bro?” rroohhpp
At first I have no memory of this, but as I continue to breathe in his farts, I start to remember.
We’re in his room sitting next to each other on the end of his bed. I just told him I’m gay and the room is silent for some time. My nervousness grows more and more after every silent second goes by. Suddenly Connor grabs the back of my head, stands up, and pulls my face into his denim-covered bubble butt. He then rips a huge fart in my face that has me gagging. He sits back down with a smirk and tells me that he already knew and just because I’m gay too, doesn’t mean he’ll stop farting on me. And I remember that I jerked off that night, thinking about him farting on me earlier.
PPhhffttt “Ah, what else is there? Um… oh our college years” Rrraaffpp “We roomed together all four years and we were close as ever. But the beginning of junior year was the best” fffpprrttt “I hope you remember. It’s when we became a couple and it was all thanks to you” bbbfffhhss “On that night you bought my favorite pizza and you played my favorite movie on Netflix. And after the movie you tried asking me to be your boyfriend and it was so cute” rrraaappfff “You stuttered for nearly a minute before I finally took pity on you” ffrrhhhtt “I farted in my hand and cupped it over your mouth and nose. It made you gag and your eyes water, but it shut you up.” Ppphhrrrffff “I then asked you out and you nodded your head for yes.” Bbbrrruufff “Ah that was about two years ago and we’ve been together ever since babe”
Yeah…wait…NO! We’re best friends not a couple. Something isn’t right.
I reach up and try to push Connor’s big ass off my face, but he won’t budge. Connor starts wiggling his ass around my head and I can feel my face sinking deeper in between his massive butt cheeks. He stops when his butt cheeks meet the couch and my head has zero contact with the outside world. With my face muffled in his ass I try to tell him to get off but he doesn’t listen.
“Here Nicky, I got just the thing that should jog your memory. UGH!” Connor balls his hands into fists and starts to grunt as he remains seated on my face.
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Connor rips a 25 second fart that makes the whole couch shake. The smell of rotten eggs and garlic immediately assaults my nose. The stench at first revolts me and I try to buck him off of me, but after a few whiffs of his fart, I start to like it. I start taking deep breaths of his fart, and with every breath I take I feel more tranquil and passive. And then it starts to come back to me.
We’ve been together for about two years and I couldn’t be happier. And since we got together he has farted on me so much more. And I’ve fallen in love with the guy.
Connor slowly rises off my face. There is a wet squelching sound as he pulls his sweaty ass cheeks from the sides of my face. He lets out a small poot as he gets up. He snickers as he wafts it in my face. And I smile as I breathe it in. When I open my eyes, Connor’s pants are back up and he’s looking down at me with a smirk.
“Nicky you look so cute covered in my butt sweat, and with a few strands of my loose butt hairs scattered across your face. But I think we better clean you up before we head out.” Connor pulls a handkerchief out and wipes up my face. He then pulls me to my feet, but he needs to keep his hands on my hips because at first my legs feel like jelly. My mind feels even cloudier than before but I’m sure of two things; Connor will take care of everything and we both love each other.
Connor gives me a kiss on the lips and says, “mmm love your kisses. Now let’s head to the bar and celebrate.” I nod with a grin. But now that I think about it, I can’t remember what we’re celebrating.
“Hey Connor I know this might sound a little weird but can you remind me why we’re celebrating?” I ask him shyly. He rolls his eyes while giving me a loving smile, “We’re celebrating us moving in together. Well to be more precise, you moving in with me, in my penthouse apartment.” Oh wow. It’s hard to believe that I’d forget about that. His penthouse is huge, elegant, and worth more than I will ever make in this life time.
I grab his face and kiss him again, “Thanks for reminding me Connor and I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m so forgetful today.” Saying that makes Connor laugh, “No problem babe” I then see a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “And speaking of apologies…” Connor puts his hands on my shoulders and backs me into the corner of his office. He spins around, bends over as if trying to touch his toes, and presses his ass into my groin, “I want to apologize for this. UGH!”
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Connor releases a 14 second fart. The stench is horrendous but I love it. It’s so Connor. And the feeling of him ripping a fart on my clothed crotch is utterly amazing. I close my eyes as I grab the sides of his thick ass cheeks in my hands. And without thinking I start humping his huge, bulbous ass.
“Oh fuck, I love it when you fart on me Connor” I say offhandedly.
When I realize what I just said I freeze. I feel my face turning white as a sheet as I slowly open my eyes. When my eyes fall on Connor, I’m a bit surprised. He’s looking up at me, still bent over, and he has a shit-eating grin. He then chuckles at the look on my face.
“My dear sweet Nicky, just like I already knew that you were gay; I already knew about your fart fetish. And you know what…” Connor makes a face and grunts with his ass still pressed against me.
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“Ah, I have a fart fetish too, ha-ha” Connor stands up straight and steps away from me. He snickers as he wafts the stench coming from his ass, towards me. He then smirks back at me over his shoulder.
“You know what? Let’s forget the bar and celebrate at OUR place.” Connor made sure to put emphasis on the word ‘our’, “I can knock back a couple of brewskis and brew up a full tank of my infamous beer farts. And for the rest of the night you guzzle down all my farts right from the tap.” He gives his big ass a smack making it wobble from left to right.
My mouth feels like it’s full of cotton so all I can do is nod my head. Connor leads the way to the door and I follow right behind him, watching his ass jiggle with every step.
Once Connor reaches the door he doesn’t open it. Instead he places his hands on the door, spreads his legs, arches his back, and juts his ass out. With the way he’s sticking his ass out. it looks even bigger than normal, which I thought was impossible. I then hear him let out a groan.
“Oh Nicky I feel a big one coming and I can’t hold it. I need you to do the company a huge favor and sniff up my fart. If you don’t, I’m pretty sure this fart will put everyone on this floor into a coma.” Honestly I wasn’t listening to everything he was saying. As soon as he let me know that he had to fart I quickly fell to my knees in front of his ass.
I bury my face into his ass and wedge my nose in between his butt cheeks. I then feel him put his hand on the back of my head, and he pushes my face deeper into his ass. I hear him take a deep breath and grunt.
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Connor’s fart lasts for 3 minutes. As it ends with a wet sound I hear Connor mutter something but I can’t comprehend what he means.
“Ah that felt good. I should have made you mine a long time ago.”
I’m not sure of how long I remain on my knees with my face wedged in Connor’s ass. It could range from a couple of minutes to a few hours. But eventually Connor turns around and lifts me to my feet. He then wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulls me into his side, and opens the door.
He looks at me with a smile and says, “Let’s go home, I have plenty more where that came from.”
I smile back as I place my hand on his bulbous ass cheek. And as we leave I count the seconds until I can smell another one of his pungent farts.
😭 I love this so much!
So well written hot af
