池津葉·Michael

Farts, Asses, Muscles

[ikezaki-michael]

Carlos

Carlos ambled into my office, a vision in corporate attire that somehow made him even more devastatingly attractive. His striped button-up was stretched taut across a chest that clearly hadn’t forgotten its military training, and his trousers… God, his trousers were waging a losing battle against the sheer, magnificent expanse of his glutes. We’re the same age, but his stint in the army after university meant he was junior to me here at the company. I was the one who’d pulled him in, hoping against hope that proximity would reignite the spark we’d briefly shared back in the day. Nothing serious, just a few drunk stolen kisses and some heavy petting, but it had been enough to permanently etch his image into my fantasies.

I’d known Carlos since our first year of university. We’d had a few classes together, and even back then, he had this quiet intensity that drew me in. While I was focused on internships and getting my foot in the door of the corporate world, he was talking about joining the army. It always seemed so far removed from my own life, but I admired his conviction. When he finally came back, a few years older, harder, and with a body that could stop traffic, I was already established in my career. We reconnected at a mutual friend’s barbecue, and I knew, instantly, that the old spark was still there, only now it was a raging inferno. I subtly offered to put in a good word for him at my company, a move I told myself was purely professional; I wanted that referral bonus after all, but deep down, it was a calculated risk. I wanted him close. 

He leaned against my desk, facing away from me, a picture of nonchalant confidence, and I found myself utterly captivated. Looking down at his laptop, he was talking about…something, but I wasn’t mentally present.  My eyes traced the taut fabric clinging to his thighs, the way his muscles flexed even when he was just casually shifting his weight. His ass, always a marvel, seemed to have expanded since we last properly… interacted. It was a perfect, sculpted orb of pure temptation. I was completely immersed, mesmerised by it. 

Then, a soft, almost polite PPPPPPFFFFFTTT rippled through the air.

It was enough to jolt me out of my trance. I scrunched my nose, feigning annoyance as the odour wafted in my direction. But inside, a little tremor of excitement shot through me. "Carlos!" I exclaimed, trying to sound put out.

He just chuckled, that deep, rumbling sound that always made my insides clench. 

"What, not paying attention, boss?" he teased, his eyes glinting with amusement. He knew, or at least suspected, the effect he had on me. He always had.

"I am paying attention," I countered, my voice a little too strained. "It's just… a little hard to focus when your ass is trying to escape your pants." I winced internally at the bluntness, but once the words were out, there was no taking them back.

His grin widened, and he actually flexed his glutes, a deliberate, slow movement that made the fabric groan. "Oh yeah?" he purred, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You think it's gotten bigger?" Looking down at the fruit of his hard work in the gym. 

My cheeks felt hot. "It's… impressive," I managed, my voice barely a whisper. The truth was, it was more than impressive. It was an utter masterpiece.

He laughed again, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. 

“It is pretty big, isn’t it?” Then, with a playful wiggle and a deliberate squeeze of his magnificent ass, another sound escaped him. This one was richer, deeper, a resonant BBBBBRRRRTTT that vibrated subtly through the air.

I groaned, a genuine sound of helpless surrender. It wasn't just the sound; it was the way the scent, subtle yet undeniably musky, began to waft towards me.

"See?" he said, fanning the air dramatically with his hand, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "That wasn't even a bad one. I can go to the bathroom if you want."

My throat felt dry, my voice caught somewhere between a stammer and a plea. "No, no, you're fine," I mumbled, trying to project an air of nonchalance I was far from feeling. "Just… surprised."

He chuckled, that rich, deep sound that always sent a shiver down my spine. "Surprised, huh? You've always been so easily flustered by me, haven't you?" His eyes, dark and knowing, held mine, pulling me back to those heady days right after university. He remembered. He remembered the way I reacted to him, the way he could always fluster me.

He pushed off my desk then, the slight movement making his trousers pull even tighter across his magnificent ass. I watched, mesmerised, as he walked around to the side of my desk, his movements fluid and powerful. He came to a stop right beside me, his hip brushing against my shoulder as he leaned down, ostensibly to look at something on my computer screen.

His scent, a mix of clean laundry, a faint hint of his cologne, and now, the subtle, musky undertone of his farts, enveloped me. It was intoxicating, a dangerous cocktail that made my head spin. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the quiet hum of the office. He was so close I could feel the warmth radiating off him, the sheer bulk of his body a powerful presence beside me.

"So," he murmured, his voice low, "what were you actually working on? Or were you just admiring the view?" He straightened up then, turning to face me fully, a smirk playing on his lips. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, drawing attention to the way his button-up stretched taut across his pecs. The fabric of his trousers pulled even tighter across his crotch, leaving little to the imagination.

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly bone-dry. "I was… preparing for the quarterly review," I stammered, gesturing vaguely at my monitor. It felt like a pathetic lie even as I said it. How could I focus on quarterly reviews when every fibre of my being was screaming about the man standing beside me, the subtle, lingering aroma of his flatulence filling my senses?

He just laughed, a low, knowing sound. "Right. The quarterly review. And I suppose that's why your face is the colour of a ripe tomato?" His eyes dropped to my lips for a fleeting second, and I felt a jolt go through me.

The tension in the air was palpable, thick with unspoken desires and the lingering scent of him. I wanted him to stay, to keep farting. I wanted to smell it. Feel it. But I was trapped, held captive by my own embarrassment and the professional facade I desperately tried to maintain. He was teasing me, playing with me, and I was utterly at his mercy. And in a twisted way, I loved it. I loved the way he made me feel, the illicit thrill of this secret obsession.

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The hum of the projector was a dull thrum against the excited buzz of the shareholders. Carlos stood at the front of the room, effortlessly commanding attention. He was in that perfectly tailored suit, a beautiful grey that only accentuated the raw power of his physique. But it was the back of his trousers that held me utterly captive. They hugged his enormous glutes like a second skin, each ripple of muscle visible, flexing subtly with every shift of his weight. It was a struggle to keep my eyes on the financial projections on the screen. My gaze, and I noticed, a few other pairs of eyes in the room, kept drifting to that magnificent, tightly encased ass.

He was a natural up there, confident and articulate, a far cry from the slightly awkward kid I'd known in university. He answered questions with ease, his military training clearly having sharpened his focus and delivery. He did well, exceptionally well, and I felt a surge of pride, mixed with that familiar, unwelcome ache of desire.

After the meeting, the room gradually emptied. I waited for Carlos, watching him exchange pleasantries with a few of the lingering shareholders. When he finally made his way over to me, a broad, triumphant smile on his face, I felt my own lips curve in response.

"Carlos, that was brilliant," I said, extending my hand for a congratulatory shake. His grip was firm, warm. "Seriously, you nailed it."

"Thanks," he beamed, his eyes sparkling. "Glad it's over, though. Public speaking still gets the nerves going, even after all that army stuff." He paused, then leaned in conspiratorially, his voice dropping slightly. 

"Actually, I'm just glad I got those farts out in the bathroom beforehand." He chuckled, a deep, easy sound. "Totally blew up that bathroom. God, it'll probably stink for hours in there." He shook his head, still grinning. "But damn, imagine letting rip during that. I'd be embarrassed forever."

My heart gave a lurch. My mind, unbidden, conjured an immediate, vivid image: Carlos, in the pristine executive bathroom, hunched over the toilet. His face scrunched in effort, a low moan escaping his lips as the sound of powerful, rumbling farts – a series of deep BBBBBFFFRRRRMMMMPPPPPP followed by a sharp PHHHHHWAAATTTTT – reverberated off the tiled walls. 

The air was thick and pungent, hanging heavy around him.

A sheepish, almost breathless laugh escaped me. "Haha… yeah…" was all I could manage. My dick gave an undeniable twitch. He had no idea the landscape of my inner world, the private, intoxicating fantasy he'd just unwittingly painted for me. The idea of him, alone in that bathroom, letting go, uninhibited and powerful, was almost too much to bear. The scent, the sound, the sheer primal force of it… I wanted to be there. I wanted to witness it. I wanted to smell it.

He pushed a hand through his hair, still oblivious to the silent battle raging within me. "Anyway," he said, pulling me back to the present, "fancy grabbing a drink to celebrate?"

My mind raced, the image of him in the bathroom lingering, the scent now an imagined reality. "Yeah," I managed, my voice a little husky. "Yeah, I'd like that." Maybe, just maybe, I could devise a situation where he'd be less discreet.

Due to his great performance, the company decided to put Carlos with me on the business trip to Spain. The airport lounge buzzed with the low murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. Carlos and I were settled into a couple of plush chairs, side by side. I was nursing a soft drink, trying to stay hydrated, while he was absolutely demolishing a plate of what looked like a full English breakfast.

"You know they serve food on the plane, right?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He just shrugged, already halfway through a sausage. "Gotta fuel the muscles, always," he mumbled around a mouthful, unapologetically. That was Carlos – always practical, always hungry.

A few minutes later, our gate was called. We both started to stand, but Carlos suddenly plopped back down, a mischievous glint in his eye. A soft, warm MMMMMPPPPPHHHHFFFT emanated from the cushion beneath him, muffled but undeniably present. It was deep, resonating, and God, it was hot. He giggled, a boyish sound that sent a familiar tremor through me. "Some poor soul's going to wonder why their seat's so warm and smells faintly of victory," he whispered, clearly amused by his own prank.

I chuckled, trying to mask the surge of heat that spread through my own body. He stood up, stretching his arms above his head, the movement pulling his shirt taut across his impressive torso.

"Gosh, I'm so gonna be farting on that plane," he announced, as if it were a casual weather report. 

"Don't you wanna do that before we board?!" I asked, feigning concern.

He waved a dismissive hand. "Nah, don't worry. The plane engines are so loud, they won't hear it. Plus, doesn't the air get changed or something?" He grinned, then leaned closer, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. "Besides, I'm next to you, so I'm sure you won't mind."

I let out a disbelieving chuckle. "Oh, really?" I replied, but inside, I was practically jumping with joy. The thought of being trapped in a metal tube for hours with him, knowing he was going to be letting loose… it was almost too good to be true.

True to his word, once we were settled in our seats on the plane and the roar of the engines filled the cabin, Carlos began his personal performance. Every now and then, I’d catch his eye. He’d scrunch his face ever so slightly, a tiny tremor would go through his body, and then I’d just know. Due to the overwhelming engine noise, I could barely discern the sound, but I could always tell it was a nice, big one, a satisfying release for him. He’d offer a small, smug smile in my direction, and I’d just roll my eyes, pretending to be annoyed, all the while trying to subtly adjust myself to hide the growing tent in my trousers. This trip was going to be an experience.

We disembarked into the warm Spanish air, the lingering scent of plane farts a distant memory, at least for me. Carlos, however, was already in his element. He hailed a taxi with a confident flick of his wrist, and then, to my utter delight, began rattling off directions in fluent, rapid-fire Spanish.

"¿Al Hotel Cervantes, por favor?" he asked the driver, his voice a smooth, deep rumble. ("To the Hotel Cervantes, please?")

The driver nodded, "Claro, suban." ("Of course, get in.")

His voice, already deep and resonant, took on a new, incredibly alluring quality as he conversed with the driver. Each rolled ‘r’ and crisp consonant sent a shiver down my spine. It was unexpectedly, ridiculously hot. He glanced back at me, a small smile playing on his lips, as if knowing the effect his linguistic prowess was having.

"¿Todo bien?" the driver asked. ("Everything okay?")

"Sí, perfecto. Gracias," Carlos replied, his smile widening. ("Yes, perfect. Thank you.")

The taxi pulled up to our hotel, a grand, old building with a stately facade. Company policy had us in separate rooms, but as luck would have it, we were next-door neighbours. Carlos, with his usual ease, rolled his suitcase into his room, flashing me a quick, "Buenas noches," before disappearing behind his door. I wished him a good night in return, trying to sound as nonchalant as he did, and then stepped into my own room.

It was a beautiful space, almost too big for one person. A king-sized bed dominated the centre, draped in crisp, white sheets, and a plush armchair sat invitingly in the corner. "It could totally fit a shorter, stockier, gassy man in here with me as well," I thought, the idea forming in my mind.

And then the fantasy began to unfold. I pictured us, coming back from a long, gruelling day of meetings, him in his tight suit pants, stretched to their absolute limit. He'd collapse onto the bed, utterly exhausted, and with a soft BBBBLAAAARRRRPPP or a deep PPPPHHHHWWWUMMMPP, he'd let out a substantial fart, the warm gas caressing the fresh sheets. Then, we’d cuddle. I’d spoon him, my front pressed against his incredibly firm ass, and he’d fart again, PPPPAAARRRRRRRPPPP the warm air hitting my lap, a low rumble against my stomach. The sheer intimacy of it, the raw, uninhibited release, sent a jolt of pure desire through me. The thought was so incredibly hot that I found myself jerking off alone in that luxurious, empty bed, the fantasy of Carlos and his glorious farts my sole focus. The intense rush of pleasure, combined with the exhaustion of the journey, quickly caught up to me, and I drifted off to sleep, his imagined scent still lingering in my mind.

I woke up the next day, the Spanish sun streaming through my window, and the haze of my solitary fantasy slowly dissipated. The day of meetings went smoothly. Carlos, once again, charmed everyone, flashing his fluent Spanish like a secret weapon. It was undeniably attractive, watching him effortlessly navigate conversations, his voice a rich baritone even when discussing quarterly projections.

The day was drawing to a close, and we decided on dinner at a local spot. Paella, rich with seafood and saffron, filled the air with its delicious aroma. We talked about the day, our lives, our work. It was surprisingly easy, just sitting and chatting with him like old friends. And wow, he looked good. The dim lighting of the restaurant softened the edges of his sharp features, making his eyes seem even darker, more inviting.

After dinner, we decided to take a walk through the plaza. Dusk was settling, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. As we ambled along, a loud catcall echoed from a group of men leaning against a fountain.

"¡Qué paquete!" one of them whistled, eyes clearly on Carlos's rear. ("What a package!")

Carlos, slightly tipsy from the local wine, just joyfully jeered back in Spanish, a wide grin on his face. "¡Gracias, guapo!" he called out, a playful retort. ("Thanks, handsome!")

"What was that about?" I asked, feigning ignorance, though a part of me already knew.

He chuckled, "Oh, he's just interested in my ass." He turned his head to look at me, that mischievous glint in his eye.

"I'm sure many men are." I say. 

He paused, then added, "Yeah, well, not many can handle the full thing."

"It is pretty huge," I said, the alcohol giving me a sudden burst of courage. I reached out, my hand finding its way to that magnificent curve. I cupped a feel, marvelling at the firm, sculpted muscle beneath the fabric. "Damn, congrats, man," I added, giving it a light squeeze.

He looked at me, his eyes wide with a mixture of arousal and glee. My heart hammered. I stuttered, "We… we should probably call a cab back to the hotel. It's getting late."

Before I could pull out my phone, he walked a few steps ahead of me, his back to me. He shifted his weight, pushed his butt out just a little, and let out a resounding BBBRRRRAAPPPPHHHHTT, FFFMMMMMMMMPPPPTTT, FFFFRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT that seemed to vibrate through the dusky air. He jiggled his butt playfully. "See? This is what I meant by saying most men can't handle it," he said, turning back to me, a proud smirk on his face. "Had to let that one out before the cab, otherwise we'd be kicked out."

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. "So," I ventured, trying to sound casual, "does the man you want to date… need to be able to handle your farts?"

He met my gaze, his smirk softening into something more thoughtful. "Well, it is a part of me, so yes. Not many can." He paused, then his eyes flickered down to my midsection, a knowing glint returning. "You seem to be able to, though."

A brief, charged silence descended between us. We drew closer, the distance between us shrinking with every breath. "Well," I began, my voice barely a whisper, "they don't smell that bad…"

His eyes lit up. With a mischievous grin, he cupped a hand by his crack, pushed his butt out slightly, and released another low, wet PPPPPFFFOOOOTTT. He then brought his hand up to my nose. I inhaled a deep, deliberate sniff, taking in the warm, musky scent that smelled like what we had just eaten.  My tent, which had been valiantly trying to stay hidden, now poked undeniably against his leg. He felt it, looked down, then slowly, provocatively, looked up at my face. His smirk returned, wider now, laced with triumph.

"Maybe you should call that cab," he murmured, his voice laced with invitation.

The ride back to the hotel was a blur of electric anticipation. The cab wasn't even a long drive, but you could have cut the sexual tension with a knife. Every bump in the road, every slight swerve, brought our bodies just a little closer, and I could feel the heat radiating off Carlos beside me. He somehow managed to hold his gas in the entire journey, a feat of self-control that only heightened the suspense.

We finally reached our floor, and I fumbled with my key card, my hands trembling slightly. The door to my room buzzed open, revealing the spacious interior. "Wow, your room is huge! I guess that means I need to work harder," Carlos commented, his eyes scanning the room.

"Well, in a couple of years you'll probably be promoted, so you—" I started, but he interrupted me with a deep, hungry kiss. My hands instinctively went to his ass, gripping the firm, muscular cheeks. He broke the kiss, a wicked glint in his eyes. "I meant that this bigger room will take longer to fully saturate with my stink."

With surprising strength, he forced my back against the wall, then began to grind his hips against my lap. I was quite a bit taller than him, so I had to bend my knees to feel the full, glorious pressure exactly where I wanted it. 

His hips rolled slow, purposeful, grinding his ass back into me, his thick, meaty glutes swallowing the bulge in my trousers whole.

Then…

BBRRRRMMMMPHHHFFFTTT.

A wet, heavy blast rumbled straight through those tight khaki shorts, bubbling over my lap like lava down a mountain. My dick jumped, twitching hard against his crack. I gasped into his neck. He chuckled darkly. “Mmm, you felt that, huh?” I could barely answer. He ground in again.

“Enjoy your dessert,” he whispered, looking over his shoulder, “and this cake.”

God, I was already leaking. I could feel the wetness building in my boxers. The fabric stuck to me, damp with need. Every time he shifted, I felt the heat from him wafting back. His scent was already creeping into my brain, fuzzing everything over. A low moan escaped my lips, and I immediately clapped a hand over my mouth, suddenly acutely aware of how thin hotel walls could be.

He kept going, his movements slow and deliberate, each grind stoking the fire building within me, punctuated with

BBBBBMMMMPPPPPPFFFFF

FFFFRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT

BBBBRRRRRROOOOORRRPPPPPP

I kept moaning, muffled by my hand, as a wild idea sparked in my mind. "Hey," I whispered, pulling my hand away. "Could you… Could you like, sit on the desk, facing me?"

He looked at me, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. "Like… how you were that morning of the shareholders meeting," I clarified, my voice a little breathless.

It clicked in his mind. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face. He moved to the sturdy desk, his tight purple khaki shorts straining as they were filled with his gassy, bubble butt. He assumed the position, facing me, his legs dangling slightly.

Then he began to fart, just like he had in my office. A deep, resonant PPPPPPPAAAAAARRRRRRPPPP— started, building in intensity. I couldn't contain myself. Mid-fart, I dove forward, burying my face eagerly into the plump valley between his ass cheeks, changing the sound of the fart to a delightful, muffled THWUMPPP. With both hands, I gave his cheeks a firm, appreciative jiggle. I pulled my face out briefly, gasping, "You have no idea how much I wanted to do this!" Then, without waiting for a response, I went back in, inhaling deeply, eagerly sniffing the warm, musky scent.

He looked at me, his eyes wide, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips. "I think I did," he murmured, his voice a low rumble.

We then moved to the perfectly made king-sized bed. He straddled me slow, swinging one thick leg over until I was pinned beneath him, throbbing. He stared down, lip bitten, hunger in his eyes. My hands found his ass again and that’s when he struck.

FFFFFFFFBBBBAAAAAAAAAARRRRRTTTTTTTT

A gassy blast erupted, hitting both my hand and my dick simultaneously. The heat….fuck…the heat rushed over my tip, soaked into my palm. I groaned, eyes rolling back, twitching beneath him.

“Enjoy that,” he growled, voice low and sinful.

I brought my hand to my nose, fingers still warm from the blast. I sniffed deep. And my dick twitched again, painfully.

I wasn’t gonna last much longer.

Soon after, our lips collided, hot, sloppy, desperate. Carlos’s hands cupped the sides of my face, pulling me in deeper, our mouths dancing somewhere between lust and raw need. His tongue slid against mine while his hips kept rolling, ass grinding hard against my dick like he wanted to break me.

Then…

BBBBBBRRRRPPPPPPPPPLLRRT.

A juicy one, thick and low, puffing out right between kisses. He didn’t even pause. He just moaned into my mouth, letting it roll out like a sigh of pleasure.

“Fffuck, I need to cum,” I gasped against his lips, eyes fluttering.

He pulled back, a wicked grin curling up one corner of his mouth. “Do you now?”

I nodded, almost pleading.

He turned, slow, teasing. The weight shifted off my crotch and suddenly I was staring up at it, his full, powerful ass lowering down like a goddamn throne. My mouth opened instinctively. 

He straddled my face fully, his cheeks spreading warm over me, his crack nestling against my lips. I felt his eyes on me, could feel the heat of his stare even through the thickness of him.

Looking down at my leaking, twitching cock, he muttered:

“Alright boss… cum for me.”

PPPPPFFFFRRRRAAAAAAARRRTTTTT.

BBBBBPPPPPPPRRRRRRTTTTTTT.

FFFFFFFHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRAAAAAPPPPP.

They rolled out in waves, each one hotter, muskier, wetter than the last. I licked. I devoured, my tongue working over his hole, feeling every little tremble, every flutter of gas vibrating through me. The taste was vile and perfect.

My cock jerked. Balls tight. Then….white ropes shot out of me.

I came hard. My hips lifted, toes curling as I shot stream after stream across my own stomach, gasping against his gassy ass.

And above me, Carlos moaned, loud, feral, his whole body trembling.

“Fuuuckkkk,” he groaned.

He came too, the sensation of my tongue teasing his farting hole too much for even him to bear.

We stayed like that, me panting into his crack, him pulsing above me, both of us stinking, sticky, and so blissfully, utterly wrecked.

I woke to the insistent buzz of my early morning alarm, my hand blindly swatting at it until silence reigned again. I turned back, and there it was: the magnificent, undeniable view of Carlos’s huge ass, framed perfectly against the white hotel sheets. I couldn't resist. I leaned in, burying my face deep into the soft, warm curve, inhaling deeply. That faint, musky stench from the night before still lingered, a private perfume.

He grunted softly, shifting in his sleep, and then a deep, resonant BBBMMMMPPPPMMMM escaped him, the smell intensifying, filling my nostrils with his unique scent.

"Morning," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "Enjoying the pillows?"

"Mmm-hmm," I hummed in response, my nose still firmly planted in his ass.

"As much as I enjoy you smelling my morning farts," he said, his voice now more awake, "We gotta get up, heading to the airport soon."

I reluctantly sat up, the scent of him still thick in the air. "Fuck, it stinks," I grumbled, a smile playing on my lips.

"Guilty," he chuckled, stretching languidly. The whole room, despite its size, certainly stunk of him.

I dashed into the bathroom and grabbed the air freshener, spraying it generously around the room. As I did, he started pulling on his clothes, his muscles flexing under the fabric. That’s when the conversation turned, shifting from the lighthearted to something deeper, something we’d both been circling since he walked back into my life.

"So," I began, my voice a little softer than usual, watching him as he buttoned his shirt, "about… this. Us."

He paused, his fingers still on a button, and met my gaze. His eyes, usually so full of mischief, were serious now. "Yeah. Us."

"I… I don't know what to call it," I admitted, my heart thudding a little harder against my ribs. "Back in uni, it was just… messing around, right? And then you left for the army, and I thought that was it. But then you came back, and then you’re here, at my company, and… last night." I gestured vaguely around the room, the faint lingering smell still a testament to our intimate hours. "It feels different now, Carlos. Like… more."

He finished buttoning his shirt, then walked over to me, closing the small distance between us. He took my hands in his, his touch warm and reassuring. "It is more," he said, his voice low, earnest. "I always had a thing for you, even back then. But I had to go. Had things to figure out. And now that I'm back, and we're… here," he squeezed my hands gently, "I don't want it to be just messing around anymore. I want it to be… whatever you want it to be. Something real."

My throat tightened. Hearing him say it out loud, admitting to feelings that mirrored my own, was overwhelming. "Something real," I repeated, the words feeling precious on my tongue. "Yeah. Me too." I looked up at him, a genuine smile finally breaking through. "Definitely more."

"Does that mean I can come and fart in your office more?" he asked, a playful glint returning to his eyes, breaking the intensity just enough.

"Well… probably not," I said, a chuckle escaping me. "That might inconvenience others that walk in. And probably violate a few HR policies." I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him close, my hands naturally finding their familiar spot on his magnificent ass, gently squeezing. "But… say if you want to come over to mine after work, I'll cook for you." I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his neck, then whispered, my voice thick with promise, "And then you can fart my face into the pillow all night." I hugged him tighter, groaning contentedly as I groped his firm ass. He let out a soft PPFFFFFFTTTT against my thigh, a warm, unmistakable sound of agreement.

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Taurus Mask: Fighting Style

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Taurus Mask: Bathroom Break

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Yo I love this character, so glad to make him fart! DM for the full thing!

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Another fart edit! DM me for the full image! (love the way his butt looks in this). Also KIK me for the video edit! ID: DackyDoge

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A little something that I spent like 20 mins to make, Tumblr obviously won't let me post it here so DM me for the full thing. Let me know if you like it.

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Bakugo's Gassy Day Part 2: All Might's Technique

“HUH?! DETENTION?!”

“I've received word that you've been harassing many of your classmates, this is unacceptable for an upcoming hero.” scolded Aizawa.

“Which one of you little shits snitched?!” Bakugo glared around the classroom. His fellow male classmates’ faces quickly turned sour and avoided making eye contact with him.

“You're lucky that it's All Might who will be supervising you. Had it been me, you'd make sure to never land in detention again.” Aizawa ended his statement with a cold, icy tone.

“..Tch”

“Damn man, detention? And we were supposed to be having our little fun today.” said Kirishima.

“I'm sorry but it can't be helped can it.?!” Bakugo said, clearly irritated.

“Sure, but just remember…. I'll be waiting.” Kirishima seductively whispered into Bakugo’s ear, as he squeezed his ass. Making Bakugo shudder and slightly moan. Kirishima then left, leaving Bakugo alone in the classroom.

“...Damn.”

BELL RINGS

“Your detention supervisor.. IS HEEEERRRRREEEE!” A familiar loud and booming voice blasts into the class. The Number One Hero All Might had appeared, fully clad in his hero costume.

“Young Bakugo, it seems as if you're the only student in detention today.”

“Thanks Captain Obvious.”

“Ahem.. you should probably get started on some of the homework that you have.”

Bakugo gave a glare that said ‘I couldn't care less’.

“Whatever, I've got better things to do. Like this..Arrghh!”

PPPPPAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT

“Y-Young Bakugo!” All Might exclaimed, shocked.

“Whadya think? It's a new skill I've been working on”

BBBBBRRRRFFFTTTTPPPPPPRRRRRRRR

“It's a non-violent method. You teachers should be proud.”

FFFFFFFRRAAARRRRRRRTTTTRRRRRRRTT

“It's quite absurd…”

“What's wrong? Number One Hero can't handle a bit of gas?” Bakugo mocked.

“You call that gas boy? My behind can knock over objects with its wind.”

“Prove it.”

All Might stood up with a determined look in his eye, he never backs down from a challenge. He strutted over to Bakugo's seat, turned around, and plopped his thick, muscular glutes onto his desk. Bakugo watched as his pencil that was on his table got instantly devoured by the massive mounds of All Might’s ass.

“Oi that's..!”

PPPPPAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDFFFFFFSSSSSRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT

All Might turned to face Bakugo with a smug face,

“How's that for gas?”

Bakugo felt threatened by this, to him, this was a declaration of war.

“Mine still stink worse!” He growled

FFFRPPPPRTTTTT

Before Bakugo could even finish farting, he found himself pinned to the ground by All Might.

“Woah, hey!”

“You said you wanted this to become a new ‘skill’ of yours. Well, let me show you how it's done.”

FFFFRRTTTT DDDDRRRR

Bakugo arched his back to try and fart on All might, but All Might simply respond by sitting on Bakugo's ass. His own thick cheeks riding on Bakugo's thick cheeks.

“You gotta first declare your dominance,”

BBBBBRRRRFFFTTTTPPPPPPRRRRRRRR FFFFFFFRRAAARRRRRRRTTTTRRRRRRRTT

Bakugo could feel the intensity of All Might's farts from the vibrations that traveled all across his body. The warm sensations of the hero's gas made him cover his mouth to prevent himself from moaning.

“Next, you wind them.” All Might flipped Bakugo over and sat on his stomach. Bakugo let out a cough as he felt air from his lungs leaving him due to the weight of All Might.

PPPAAAARRRRRRPPPPPPAARRTTTTTFFFFRRRRRRRPPPP

“Be glad that I wasn't aiming towards your face.” All Might smirked

“You should probably just give up now.”

Bakugo grit his teeth and shouted,

“I... I won't lose to you!”

FFFAAAAARRRRTTTTTT

In last ditch effort to try and overpower All Might, Bakugo lifted his legs back up, and let out whatever fart he had left inside of him. But, to no avail, All Might was still left unfazed.

“Well then maybe this will teach you.”

All Might rotated his body so that his ass was facing Bakugo's face, and began to inch closer.

Bakugo's eyes began to widen as he caught a whiff of the smell emitting from the centre of the hero's huge butt cheeks, each one easily bigger than his head.

All Might sat mere centimeters away from Bakugo's mouth. He gave a quick pat and flick to his booty, before finally smothering Bakugo into his crack.

“Mmmpppfffff-Mmmmhhmppfffmmmm!!” Bakugo tried to squirm around, but he was helplessly trapped under the weight and size of All Might's sweaty, stinky ass.

“Hnnggh!!”

BBBBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAFFFTTTTPPPPPPRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHTTTTTRRRRRRRR

Bakugo was suddenly shook awake. He had a strange burning sensation on his nose.

“You spent twenty whole minutes under my butt, young Bakugo. Hope you learnt something from all of this.”

Bakugo had to accept defeat this time, leaving a sting of bitterness in his body.

“sorry” he mumbled.

“No need to apologise, I'll let you leave detention early because I think that you've learnt your lesson.”

“Just a heads up, you might want to quickly take a shower.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes and scoffed at All Might's remark. He stomped out.

A few minutes later, Aizawa walked into the classroom.

“God it reeks in here.”

“My bad.. mostly” said All Might.

“You wasted so many of your farts on Bakugo? Look at how sweaty you are down here.” Aizawa traced a finger up and down All Might's musky butt crack.

“Wasted? Haha, you should know that there is plenty more where that came from.”

All Might stood up, his massive presence cornering Aizawa.

“There's still enough left for me to suffocate you.”

“Please do.”smirked Aizawa

IN THE DORMS

“Dude you're already out of detention? And why do you smell so-?” Kirishima asked.

“All Might did this. All Might gassed me.” Bakugo replied, still angry.

“What!? All Might farted all over you?! Now that I think about it, that's kinda hot. Must've been nice seeing his massive Spandex booty-”

“SHUT UP!” Bakugo pulled down his school uniform trousers, exposing his bubble butt in his underwear.

“What matters is that I'm here now.” He bumped Kirishima against to the wall, sandwiching the red head’s growing erection with his fleshy ass. Kirishima hissed in ecstasy.

“And I'm gonna make up for the time lost.”

“Mmmm, yes sir.” Kirishima gripped Bakugo by the waist, pulling him closer to him.

BBBBBRRRRFFFTTTTPPPPPPAAAARRRR

Damn guys it's been a while. I logged back into Twitter a few days ago, and to my surprise, purple were still liking my posts and following me despite being inactive for two months. Maybe I'll post more here too (If Tumblr won't ban me).

[ikezaki-michael]

IKEZAKI-Michael on DeviantArt

Farts, Asses, Muscles

NEW DEVIANTART ACCOUNT! MY STORIES WILL BE POSTED HERE FROM NOW ON!

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Interesting

[ikezaki-michael]

New place?

Hey guys, Michael here. I've downloaded the rest of my stories and I was wondering about something. The stories of mine that are flagged as nsfw have explicit photos in them. If Tumblr keeps to their word that erotica won't get flagged (doubt), should I continue posting here, but with no pictures? Or should I move my content to deviantart? Please comment or DM me for your opinion.

Thanks.

[honedperfection]

December 17th - a rescue plan

Some good news, I’ve been talking to two developers now and got them working together, we just had a meeting with the guys behind an existing large (millions of users) site similar to Tumblr, with a vibrant and open-minded community, and more importantly, it has open-minded owners who believe in free speech. They think we can get something done here to rescue the whole community.

I’m not allowed to reveal the site name yet. I can tell you it’s mainstream, open to everyone, open-minded and welcoming. (It’s not WordPress or any site owned by Facebook or Twitter. It’s not Pillowfort, that’s in closed beta. It’s not Ello, that’s mainly for artists. It’s not kinkspace or fetlife, those are too specialist. It’s not jux, that seems to be closed. It’s not Soup, that seems still in development and too small.)

One of the reasons for delaying the announcement for next few days is they don’t want a “land grab” where people take the names of current popular Tumblr users over there (cyber squatting). So they are looking at ways for existing Tumblr users to keep the same names on the new site.

More info over the days to come.

The plan is, broadly:

1. By December 9th, announcement of the new site and how to secure your username there

2. By December 10th, an online tool for bloggers to copy their existing content to the new site automatically, with the same tags and captions.

3. Bloggers will need to copy their content across between December 10th and December 17th if they want to use the automatic tool.

4. My understanding is that after December 17th there will be no public access to any “flagged” posts on Tumblr, but the original poster will still be able to see the flagged post (for a short time at least). Therefore, the original poster may still be able to manually download a post to their own PC or phone, after December 17th, and manually upload it to the other site. But if you have lots of posts that will take a long time, it will be better to use the automatic tool before December 17th.

Please understand that these dates are approximate and may change for technical or other reasons.

There may be a few rough edges or not so perfect looking site design on the transfer tool. Everyone is doing their best. The main goal here is to help as many people as possible preserve access to their content, in the short space of time Tumblr has allowed us, and preserve as much as possible of the Tumblr community spirit somewhere new.

The new site will cater for photo, GIF, text and html posts. It will not offer video and audio posts, due to cost reasons - maybe in future, but for now you will need to preserve video and audio content yourself in some other place.

If your Tumblr blog has a mixture of original content and reblogs, or all reblogs, all of that can be copied over to the new site. Reblogs will become “your” original content if nobody else posted them yet, otherwise they will be shown as reblogs. The devs are looking at ways to preserve attribution of reblogs back to the original Tumblr poster, if that person also moves to the new site.

Important: your Likes cannot be copied from Tumblr to the new site. You will have to go find the same posts again on the new site, and like them afresh.

(Similarly, existing reblog comments, asks, messages and other user interaction on Tumblr cannot be copied to the new site - that’s just too much to do, in the short time available.)

If you want to preserve any of your existing Liked posts on Tumblr, you will need to either: (1) download the post to your own PC, or: (2A) reblog it now to your own Tumblr blog, and then (2B) use the automatic tool, before December 17th, to move your whole Tumblr blog across to the new site.

If you have Liked a lot of posts here on Tumblr, the gridllr.com webapp should be able to help you do steps 1 and 2A quickly, I mean download or reblog.

(Someone complained to me today about the appearance of Gridllr on a phone. It’s best to use Gridllr on a PC, Mac or Tablet with a large screen.)

If you have liked a post here on Tumblr and the original poster decides to delete it, or even to delete their entire blog, some time before December 17th, then that post will be permanently lost. So if you want to be sure to preserve any of your Liked posts, you should best download or reblog as soon as possible. If it’s reblogged to your own blog it is safe from deletion, at least for next few days.

Obviously, you will lose access, after December 17th, to all past posts you have liked, if Tumblr has flagged them as NSFW. Again, the steps (1), or (2A) and (2B) covered above will be the only way to hold on to these posts.

[ikezaki-michael]

Tumblr is changing. *Important*

So as some of you may know, on the 17th of December, Tumblr will no longer allow adult content. That includes photos and videos. I've heard that erotica will still be permitted, but I'm not willing to bet that Tumblr will still find a way to block my writings, as a lot of them contain nsfw images in the middle of the text. Many of my stories have been flagged already so I'm pretty sure my blog is gonna die. Currently, I am backing up my stories and media, and I encourage you guys to do the same. After the reform I'll probably migrate to deviantart, wattpad or pixiv. (Let me know of others). You can add me on Kik for more information and updates @ DackyDoge.

I want to thank the 300 of you who followed and liked the stuff that I posted. You've made this fart fetish boy extremely happy. Sucks it has come to this, but I hope you all will still support my stories on other platforms.

-Michael

[ikezaki-michael]

The Smell of Taurus

Gay Farts

*NOTE* Daisuke calls you, the main character 'Brother', but you two aren't actually related.

I sit in a front row seat of my friend’s, well really “friend with benefits’” wrestling match. He goes by the name ‘Taurus Mask’, and is apparently pretty popular around here. I’m usually not one to go for wrestling, but I can’t pass up a perfectly golden opportunity to see my hot guy in a skin tight outfit, dominating other guys now can I? From what I’ve seen so far, he does NOT disappoint. His outfit beautifully shows off all the glorious ripples in his muscles, hearing his deep sexy grunting with a constant preying vision on his opponent; talk about a sight for sore eyes.

In terms of his actual wrestling skills, he really seems to know his stuff. During this match he always seemed to have the high ground at any point. 

“OOOHHH, TAURUS MASK HAS GOTTEN DARK WOLF IN A BODY LOCK!!” “DOES THIS MEAN WE’LL SEE HIS TAURUS CHAMBER AGAIN FOLKS?!” The announcer’s voice rings around the hall. I can feel the excitement in the room bubble up.

See? Once again he’s on top, that’s my Daisuke. Also what does he mean by Taurus Chamber? Well, knowing my Daisuke I’m sure it’ll be something...

“HE’S GETTING CLOSER IT COULD BE HAPPENING!” Daisuke inched himself closer to Dark Wolf’s pinned down face.

...cool?

I saw Daisuke’s eyes change. Normally they looked like fierce, hunter eyes, but now I say a burst of sinister intent reflect in them.

“GET READY!” His ass is now covering Dark Wolf’s mouth and nose. The hype of the audience filled the hall to the brim

“Haha, bombs away.” Daisuke’s words were cold, contrasting with his buttery voice.

PPAAAARRRBBBBRBRRRRRRRRRR

TTTTTTTRRRRROOOOOORRRPPPPRRRR

He blasted a barrage of 2 huge farts onto his helplessly struggling opponent’s face. My mouth drops open, Christ they were loud, fuck me. Are there microphones in his pants or something? I can sense the area around my crotch quickly tightening. His gaze fixed Dark Wolf’s suffering. His thighs and legs flexed and bulged. Speaking of bulging, check out the bulge he’s rocking! Could it be from the tight spandex costume, or is he actually...enjoying it?

Once he’s satisfied, Daisuke dropped Dark Wolf’s legs and got back up, still in a defensive stance. But Dark Wolf didn’t get up, he just laid there motionless. A cocky grin is plastered across Daisuke’s face.

“AAAND DARK WOLF ID DOWWNN!! TAURUS MASK IIISSS THE VICTORR!” The crowd erupted with cheers. Looks like they enjoyed it too.

So many thoughts and questions whizz through my mind as I try and piece together what has just taken place. Most of them were ‘What the legit fuck?” and the others were “Oh damn that was hot.”

ONE HOUR LATER

Daisuke and I are back at our house, cuddling on the sofa and watching TV like always

“So Brother, how did you like my match today?” He said in his usual sweet voice.

“It was awesome, you did great! And you looked hot doing it.”

He giggled in response. 

“But one small thing that I’d like to say, what was that ending?!”

“What do you mean?” He innocently asked.

“That whole stink-facing thing!?”

“Oooh right this is your first time seeing me wrestle. Haha, that’s my special move ‘Taurus Chamber’. 

“Yeah I understand that part, but why?”

“Wrestling is a sport that’s all about using your own body. Due to my obviously heavy body, I can use that to my advantage.” He flashes a smile of pride.

“Ok...but why the farting part?”

“Hehe..that’s umm..”He seems way more embarrassed to talk about it. “Once I ate some pretty gassy food before a match, and well...may have accidentily gassed out an opponent.” His face flushed.

“But the audience seems to really find it funny, so I still do it! My opponents don’t seem to be too upset either.”

I don't think he realises what he's saying

Wait so he’s been doing this for a while? Dear God this boy. I want him to do it on me so badly.

"You know, I bet you're not that heavy." I teased.

"Huh? You wanna feel my weight for yourself?"

"I'm just saying that I think I can handle it. I'm pretty sturdy too you know."

"Hah, Alright then."

Daisuke turned over to pick me up and plopped me on the floor so that I'm lying on my back. He gets up and squats over me, the bottom half of his crotch nears closer to my face.

"If I'm too heavy, let me know." And with that he eases himself down on me, eventually allowing his full weight.

Damn he was heavier than I thought, those muscles sure must pack a punch. My eyes widen in surprise, Daisuke must have realised this as he shows off a proud grin.

"You wanna take back your words now?" He goes into a double bicep pose.

Being dominated by him sent all kinds of pleasurable sensations throughout my body. I wanted to stay here for the whole night.

"Nah, I can still take this."

Daisuke grits his teeth with determination as he begins to apply even more weight and pressure to my body. Truth was, he was actually crushing me, but I loved every bit of it.

I place my hands on his beefy thighs, I'm sure Daisuke was also getting into the mood based on the sultry chuckle he let out.

"Now fart on me"

Daisuke's laugh soon fades away, "Sorry what?"

"I said fart on me." I repeated

"What! No..I can't do that!"

"You did it on that guy earlier today."

"Well...that was from the adrenaline of the moment."

"Adrenaline of the moment? Dai, you're always gassy. You farted 3 separate times in your sleep on the car ride back!"

I take in a quick sniff of his lower groin. "Based on this smell right now, you could've also been farting when we were cuddling."

Daisuke's face flushes with a shade of guilt.

"Let's see what more can come out of here." I press my hand against his washboard abs and start to push against it repeatedly.

"Ah..uhhnn, wait..mmm Brother.. don't ahh do that...ahhnnngg!"

BBBAAAARRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT

A loud, trumpet like fart ruptured from his ass.

Daisuke's usual dominant eyes were now filled with embarrassment.

"B-Brother... please...aahhh!"

Psshhsshhh-pprrrpprrttt-pprrrrrrrtttttrrrr-hiiissssshhhhhh

4 more airy, consecutive farts slipped out, I further grip on his thighs so that I can steadily force my nose up his ass.

Then I realized, Daisuke's physical strength far surpasses mine. If he wanted to get up, he could do so easily; so then...why doesn't he?

Daisuke's eyes were shut tight, with his face distorted in an effort to try and not rip any more farts.

"Dai, look behind you."

Daisuke turned his head around, what he saw was my proud erection standing tall in my shorts.

"You see? I don't find this gross. Look how horny you're making me. So please, don't hold back ok?" I say with a calm, reassuring voice.

There's a few seconds silence until suddenly I feel a pair of hands grab at my hair. I'm then forcefully shoved into Daisuke's crotch as far I can go

FFFFFTTTTRRRPPPPP-DDDDDRRRRRRRRBRBRBR

Daisuke moans a sigh of relief as a gust of his gas englufs my face. There is nowhere to turn, just trapped in his raw musk.

"Yeah you love my farts don't you?"

Hm? What happened to the almost embarrassed to the point of death Daisuke? His voice shifted to his cold tone during the match, but this time, backed up with so much lust.

I'm too bewildered by this sudden change in personality that I forget to reply.

"ANSWER ME!" He pushes with even more strength, the pressure from it all starting to make me feel dizzy. I muffle a meek response under him.

TTTRRRTTTTT-SHHHRRTPPRPRRRR-FRRRUURRR

"I want you to inhale all of it."

FRRRSSSSHSHRRRTT-DDDDDRRRRUUUURRR

God he's so hot when he's commanding. I couldn't resist to stroke my own cock on the process. I moan in succession with every fart.

"Mmm that's a good boy."

BURRURRRRRRPPPPPTTTTTT

"You know damn well I have the nicest body you've ever seen!" He grinds his ass all over my face. I'm harassed by a sea of sweat and farts. The bulge in his lower half looks as if it's going to pop out of his costume.

This is paradise.

"Ahh I think I got a big one to end off. Arggghh!"

BBBBBBBBBHUUUUUURURURRHHHRRRRRTUUUUUUURTRRRRTTTT

A nice, solid, bassy fart erupted from his muscle butt. By this point my nostrils were at there limit, my head was spinning like mad. The last thing I remember is hearing him say "So howdya like the Taurus chamber?" while my penis shoots semen in climax.

I opened my eyes to find myself wrapped in a blanket on the couch.

"Did Dai put me here?" I smile softly.

I get up to go to our room to finally call it a day. When I arrived, however, I was greeted to a familiar sound.

PrrrTrrppppRRPPPrrrrrrrr

Daisuke was reading comics on the futon with his thick ass in the air.

Target spotted

"W-Woah Woah! Brother, wait! "I think you should rest first before you- wait don't put your face ther- aHHHN!"

End

*HI Y'ALL, I wanted to try something a bit different this time! Hope you enjoy!* AND YES, PART TWO OF MR ADAMS AND CHUL SOON'S GYM ARE BEING WRITTEN! Be sure to comment/DM suggestions!

[ikezaki-michael]

Greg and Kira - Lab Partners Pt. 4

Submitted by @chromosoid

When Kira finally came to and gathered himself, all of earlier in the afternoon was making sense. He glanced at the clock on Greg’s wall; ‘8:00!! Holy shit!!!,’ he thought. He quickly sat up and looked around, breathing heavily. Kira immediately pinched his nose when the smell hit him like a ton of bricks. Then, he could the front door opening and then closing. It sounded like Xain. He could just barely make out the conversation, except for Greg eating dinner and Xain going upstairs to shower. Kira’s head was spinning as he slumped back onto the bed groaning in a mixture of discomfort and confusion. Xain was walking by, and peeked inside, mostly because he’s always in Greg’s business. He saw Kira there, groaning and rubbing his temples. Xain shut the door behind him and locked it. “So, it looks my big bro got to you, too.” Kira was barely able to tilt his head. “Don’t worry. You won’t have to worry about him tonight….” Xain slid his shorts down to reveal his thin blue boxers, indirectly displaying his bits. To see his body, Kira could see that they were brothers; they had the same curvy shape, thickness, and the same plump juicy bubble booty. Xain climbed onto the bed and plopped his pale orbs of succulent white flesh on Kira’s swollen crotch. “I’m kinda pissed that Greg found you first, cuz you are super cute.” FFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTT. Kira took a deep breath and then bit his lip. He couldn’t help himself: that ass wind on his cock felt like heaven. His dick practically begged to be released from its prison, which was Kira’s stained blue jeans. Xain felt it and nestled it between his ass cheeks. “I take after my brother, y'know.” SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDPOP. “Man, sprinting and squats really gets the gas flowing. “Ugh…….hnnnfff…..” PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSFFFFFFFFFFTTTT…………..BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT………………BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP……..FFFRRTT. Fart blast after blast was released on Kira’s crotch, who was at the point of no return. Xain wiggled his butt on the boy’s dick. It was throbbing and twitching in between Xain’s meaty ass globes. “I’ve never  met a guy this into farts. “It’s…….” PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, “……..awesome.” Kira let out a silent cry as he started to cum in his Jean’s, whimpering softly. Xain hopped off Kira and turned back, blowing him a kiss. “See you in the morning, sexy.” Xain unlocked the door and left, leaving Kira to drift back into unconsciousness, yet again.

[ikezaki-michael]

Chul Soon's Gym

KleanFit Gym, created by the legendary Chul Soon. His chiseled face, huge frame, arms that could crush anything, and pecs like the Rocky Mountains. I bet his hugs are the best. Maybe I'll be able to meet him one day, ahhh imagine him towering over me with his manly presence.

I'm just an average guy wanting to build some more muscle just like anyone else. Well... I've got one difference. I get turned on by guys farting. Yeah it's weird, but something about a grown man able to be ripping ass like no-one is around gets me hard.

My type of man? I like tall, muscular guys with a nice ass. When I tell you I’m an ass man, I MEAN IT. Nothing is hotter than seeing a thick, muscle booty encased beautifully in a pair of jeans, suit trousers, sweatpants, or jockstrap; other than seeing that ass fart itself.

AT GYM

God this place seems crowded. A bunch of buff, sweaty guys grunting as they pump iron. What’s not to love? But it’s kinda funny how there are only guys here. I understand that this isn’t the biggest and most popular gym in Korea, but still it’s a bit strange.

Damn, all the equipment in this area is being used up. I have other things to do later, so waiting around could very well make my tight schedule even tighter.

*Sigh* Can’t be helped I guess. Maybe there’s another section with similar stuff.

I walk into a separate room, and quickly scan the area. There is the clanking of a singular machine.

Only one person? Great! Plus the machine I need is free.

I take bold steps forward before I am suddenly taken aback by a lingering odour. Was it sweat? No, surely that one man couldn’t have stunk up this whole place. Unless he.....now that’s a hot thought.

I stroll my way over to the cable and pulley machine, not paying too much attention to the smell, but instead to the burn on my shoulders that i’m trying to achieve.

I stretch out my hand to grab the handles, when I suddenly see a sight that makes me quiver.

That face, that form, those weights, that BODY. Holy shit. What stood before me was the world renowned bodybuilder himself, Chul Soon Hwang.

God it looks like that tank top of his will rip any minute now. His pecs swayed with his motions, his biceps bulged and flexed repeatedly. His grunting gets louder and louder until it's finally cut off by,

PRRRROOOOOORRRTTTT

Eh? Excuse me? Did a machine make that sound? It sounded awfully...

Before I could even process what just occurred, in came the second wave.

PRRRTTTTTPPPOOOOORORR

Oh damn, that was even louder. Surely.. Chul Soon didn't just....

BBBRRRRRBRPPR-FRRPPPRRRRRR

"..pheww" Chul Soon sighs from relief

I...I... What the hell? What do I say? Should I tell him to stop? I don't want him to stop... let me just stay quiet and pretend like I didn't hear anything.

The clunking of the machinery stops. It's replaced by the sound of booming footsteps.

Oh my lord he's coming, is he mad at me? Should I run?

"So you can tolerate my farts huh?"

"U-Uh uhm that's-" I stutter helplessly, Is he really interrogating me on his gas??

Fuck I'm getting hard.

"A man who can withstand my smell is a real man in my eyes. Haha." Even his laugh is deep and sexy, Christ he's so hot.

"O-Oh really? Well if I'm a real man... Mr Hwang...can you show me the proper form of the bench press?"

"Sure! Props to you for even having the balls to ask me! Most people feel too scared to talk to me."

Gee I wonder why.

He flashes a macho smile as we move on over to the bench press. He lays his back down on the equipment. The bulge in my pants having died down from before is still visible. He set 50kg of weight as an example, gripped the bar and steadily brought it down to his chest.

"What you want to do is the make sure that the bar nearly touches your chest to maximise the amount of resistance on your muscles."

He does 10 reps effortlessly as I stand awestruck. He set the bar back on the holder as he sat back up.

"Bench press is a great compound exercise. Works your front shoulders, back, but mainly your chest."

As soon as he said 'chest', he made his pecs contract and relax repeatedly, making them bounce. Thick, huge slabs of meat bunching and flexing. Crap, in that tank top as well, his pecs seemed like they were going to burst out anytime.

"Come and feel where the burn is."

"I-Is it r-really alright for me to?" I struggle to get my words out as my heart races.

"When you got a body like mine, it would be a crime to not let people admire it." He says with a cocky tone.

I didn't even bother thinking this over in my head, he gave me permission so I'm going to use it to its full potential.

Shaking slightly, my hand travels to his pectorals. My hand made contact with his warm, sweaty skin. From an instant I could tell just how much he had trained them. I began to get grip on the flesh. My fingers beginning to create indents in his slightly tanned skin. Does this count as groping? He gave me permission right?

"So how long have you been working out?"

"Oh well I did baseball in highschool, but I wanted to further improve my body once I started university. So I only started quite recentl-."

"Hold that thought, hnnngh!"

BBBBRRRPPPPRRRRRR

A 5 sec fart shot out of Chul Soon's ass. My eyes widen while my dick belongs to harden.

"Sorry 'bout that. But with you it shouldn't matter, you like my farts right?"

"Yeah but that's not what I meant."

"Oh so you do?" he says with a sly tone

"Wait! No! I mean that I-"

KKKRRROOOORRRRR

He stares directly at me with hunter eyes. His gaze locked with mine as he rips one.

"If you like my farts so much, I can subjugate you to my gas. I'm feeling quite generous today, but only if you'll admit to me your true feelings."

I'm trembling, what the hell does he mean by that? His offer sounds too good to be true, but I don't have any excuses for my actions. Should I take this chance?

"I..I uh"

"Hm?"

"I like your farts Mr Hwang." I bow my head in both respect, fear and shame. My heart pounding in my ears as my body continues to shake.

"See? I knew you could do it. Now follow me, we made a deal remember?"

"Wait you were serious?!" I exclaim in shock, with a tingling sense of joy.

"Of course, you coming?" He winks

"Yessir!" I chirp.

Before I knew it, a now shirtless Chul Soon and I are packed together in a locker. My face has nowhere else to go other than to be buried in the cleavage of his massive chest.

"You nice and tight in there?"

"Mmmhmmm" I muffle an agreement. My arms are wrapped around his waist.

"Ok. First wave, harrghh!"

PPPPPUUUURRRTTTT-BBRRT

"Mmmm" the bulge in my pants grow tighter. Chul Soon places his arms around the back of my head, locking my face in sweaty pecs.

"Number two! Hrrrgghh!"

BBBBRRRAAAAAAAAARRRPP-PPPPFFFRRRTRRRR

I feel the odour in the locker quickly change. The little air left in here becomes fully replaced by Chul Soon's gas.

I feel my arms begin to slide down his sturdy back, I reach the surface of his muscular bubble ass. Instinctively, I sink my fingers into his fleshy mounds. Earning me a moan and a chuckle from him.

"Getting handsy huh? Let me compensate for that.*

FFFFFTTTTRRRPPPPP-DDDDDRRRRRRRRBRBRBR-

"Haah, Hnnggh!"

BBBAAAARRRRRRRRPPPPPPP-TRRRRTTTTTUUUURRRR

With my hands firmly grasping his butt, I can be edit the sound of his farts by moving his ass cheeks around.

Pulling them apart,

FFFFIIIIIIIIIRRRRTTTT

Pushing them together

BBBBBRRRRTTTTRRRRRRR

Jiggling them up and down

PPRRTR-FFFRTT-FFFTT-BRRRAPPP-BRTTT-PPPAARR-BBBBUUUUHHH

With every fart he moans, groans and growls in my ear. My penis is standing at full mast and I'm close to the edge.

I kiss the line of his pec cleavage. My hands transfer to inside his sweatpants.

I cup the area around his hole with one hand, and grope him with the other.

"Getting handsy eh? Get ready.."

DDDDDRRRRRAAAAATTTTTTRRRR-PIIIIIIIRRRRBBBBBB

I felt the air rush out of his booty hole. The simple force from it was enough to make my hand quiver. Holy fuck it stinks so good in here.

"That's it take a good long sniff. You love my gas don't ya?" He commanded. I inhale as big of a gulp as I could, filling my lungs with his farts excited me greatly.

There was a clack as Chul Soon opened v the locker door, he pops out first while I quickly follow.

"God damn those protein shake are lethal!" He patted and rubbed his hard stomach.

"Looks like you enjoyed yourself too." He stared directly at my fully erect member in my shorts. I try to hide it away in embarrassment

"Sorry I wasn't able to make you cum! But if you swing by here at closing time, I can change that." he sensually uttered with a wink.

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Greg and Kira - Lab Partners Pt. 3

Submitted by Chromosoid

"I can't wait for you to meet my parents, baby. I think they'll like you, even if you smell like my ass gas." Greg led Kira out of the science building to his 2009 sky blue Toyota Camry in the North parking lot. Kira slid into the passenger seat, but as he buckled his seat belt, he found his way out of his hazy state of lust and was beginning to make sense of the situation. By then, Greg had already made his way out of the parking lot and was rolling down the highway. Kira looked at Greg, who had a contorted face. As his eyes moved downward, he noticed that Greg's ass was lifted way above the seat, and pointed towards him. 'Oh shit,' he thought. PPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRBBBBBBBTTTTT. "Damn it! Would you knock it off?!," Kira shouted. "Come on, babe. If you're gonna be my boyfriend, you need to be able to withstand my farts. You wouldn't be sniffing just anyone's farts would you?" BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRREEEEEEREERRRRR...................PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSTTTTTTT.............PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTT. The car was immersed in the scent of sulfur and Kira was hot boxed for another good 15 minutes before they finally got to Greg's house. Greg stepped out and Kira was right behind him. Kira repulsed by the gas, but his dick had different feelings. Something about Greg turned him on. 'I guess that's it. I have a fucking fart fetish,' Kira contemplated. "Mom, I'm home. And I brought a guest!," Greg yelled from downstairs as he slammed the door. The person who came down to meet them was his little brother Xain. "Where's mom?," Greg asked. "She went out to dinner with that dentist down the street. Y'know, Dr. Kagan." Greg sighed. "This is my boyfriend, Kira. Kira, this is Xain," Greg said. "Nice to meet you, cutie," Xain flirted while winking at him. "Anyway, I'm going to the gym. I'll catch you later." Xain exited. "Let's go to my room." Greg led Kira upstairs to his rather large bedroom and pushed the boy onto his king sized mattress. Kira was sprawled across the bedspread and Greg was removing his yoga pants until he was in his tank top and thong. He stepped up on the bed and squatted over Kira's face. "Enjoying the view, baby?" Greg mocked. Kira weakly nodded and Greg let his two round globes of ass meat fall onto Kira's face. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTFFFFFFFFFFFFFF. "Ah, my farts tend to be the smelliest and longest when I come home. I hold back in classes, but I guess you figured that out already." PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT...........PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSBBBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAARRRRRREBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRPPPPP. After a five minute long fart barrage, Kira's dick was tenting his stained jeans and straining the zipper. Greg grabbed hold of his cheeks and spread them apart, placing his gassy hole over Kira's open mouth. "Hnnhh," Greg uttered. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSPOPOPOPOPOPPPOPFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT. Kira could taste Greg's chipotle leftovers he had for dinner that morning. Kira's eyes welled with tears and his moans and pleas for escape were trapped under Greg's plump booty. "Babe, I'm gonna go eat dinner. I'll come back later. Maybe you should get some rest." FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBTTTTTTT. Greg hopped off of Kira, who had been blown into unconsciousness. He went downstairs to make his meal, while Kira laid on the bed, blissfully existing in the void.