This was a really old story, one I thought I lost way back from the first tumblr purge. People have been asking for it lately and I found out I did have a copy;
Growing up as the youngest of five brothers meant my life was a living hell. My parents were always working, so that meant my oldest brother Jackson was in charge. Since I was the youngest, I was always the punching bag for their pranks.
Sometimes my brother Aiden would dump his dirty laundry over me. The worst was that he had taken one of his dirty socks, stuffed it into my mouth, and tied the other sock around my mouth so I couldnât spit it out. He did this after handcuffing me to a chair with dadâs spare handcuffs [he was a cop] and then heâd drop a pair of dirty boxers over my face, making sure the part that was over his ass would line up with my nose, and leave me there for an hour.
Sometimes my brother Liam loved giving me wedgies. Iâd be lying on my stomach on the carpet, watching cartoons, and suddenly Iâd feel my underwear yank up, squeezing my crotch and burning my ass crack. Iâd scream as my whole body was lifted off the ground by the back of my underwear, Ethan cackling over me like an evil god.
Oliver would love to hit me when Iâd least expect it. Most often Iâd walk out of the bathroom in the morning and his fist would swing out of nowhere to hit my arm or my gut. The gut was the worst, those would make me double over. Sometimes heâd swing around from behind a corner and let his hand at full force slap my butt. That always stung.Â
But worst of all was Jackson, and the hierarchy of gas. The âhierarchyâ was a term he made up. Basically, you were allowed to burp and fart on any brother younger than you. So he got to share his gas with all of us. In order of oldest to youngest, it was him, Aiden, Liam, Oliver, and then me. That meant that I was always going to be a target for a gassy mouth or butt, and I couldnât burp or fart back at any of them. Oliver loves to tell me that heâs so glad I was born, because when he was the youngest, he would get the worst of Jacksonâs ass blasts.Â
It was normal for me to be woken up in bed with one of their butts pointed in my face. The second Iâd realized what I was looking at, Iâd hear the fart sputtering at me, and I would jump back, saying âewâ and moaning, trying to get away from the stink cloud that would hit me no matter what. It was normal for me to be laying on the ground watching TV and suddenly feel weight against the back of my head, and then hear and feel a fart vibrating into my hair. Aiden likes to call that âshampootâ.
Jackson was above all, the worst. Heâs free to fart on whoever he wants, but most often heâll only burp at the others. Weâd be having lunch, heâd burp and blow it at one of their faces. Weâd laugh, theyâd groan in disgust. But he seemed to save nearly all of his gas for me personally.
Once, when I was really young, I was playing around on my bed. The bed frame had a crevice in the middle that was just big enough for me to squeeze through, and so I would pretend I was a criminal escaping prison. While I was playing, Iâd twisted at an awkward angle and got my chest stuck in the frame. My head and upper half was laying on the bed, my arms and legs were sticking out from the end. I started freaking out, crying for help. Jackson rushed in, âWhatâs up little buddy? You ok?â All of my brothers had dark hair, but Jackson was the oldest and the hairiest. His chest, arms, and legs were coated in black hair.
âIâm stuck, help me out!â
I saw the evil grin cross his face, âSure thing bro. Gimme a sec, I want to unwind.â
He didnât pronounce it as âunwind,â but rather âun-windâ, like deflating. My eyes widened, I kept saying âNO, no no no no!!â But it was too late. He had picked up my blanket, dropped it over my head, and then looking up, I saw his lower half stick under the blanket, his shorts covered butt pointed at my face.Â
He farted over and over. My arms and legs flailed from the end of the bed. I screamed, he laughed, he watched TV while I was stuck in the Dutch oven.
Thatâs the kind of brother Jackson was. He loved making me suffer through his farts.
The best/worst example of this was whenever we played Grizzly Bear. I remember the first time I played that game well.
âHey Noah,â I was sitting on the couch when I heard Jackson say my name. I turned my head and saw him and the rest of my brothers standing over me, their arms folded. âWeâre gonna play Grizzly Bear. And youâre it.â
Grizzly Bear was a game of his invention, that he started playing with Aiden when it was just the two of them. Then they both played against Liam. And then Oliver. And now they play it against me.
It was basically hide and seek. Jackson was the âgrizzly bearâ, and the youngest brother was always âitâ. Whoever was âitâ had to hide, and if he could stay hidden for ten minutes, he wins. If heâs foundâŠ
Well, the reason itâs called Grizzly Bear is because Jackson was the hairiest of us all. Heâs always been hairy. And being the top tier farter in the hierarchy of gas, he loves to point out how hairy his ass is.Â
âItâs almost 3. You have to hide for fifteen minutes.â He explained to me, my head tilted, like a curious dog, âand if we canât find you by 3:15, then you win.â
Liam cut in, âBut none of us have ever won this game. So donât expect it.â
Jackson continued, âIf we find you, then the Grizzly Bear gets to sit on you.â
And when I didnât understand, he turned around and pulled his pants down. His ass was covered in a furry crop of black hair, âIf we find you, your face becomes the Grizzly Bearâs seat.â
In a panic, I jumped up and ran off to hide. I heard my brothers laugh behind me while Jackson counted down from 100 out loud.
100 seconds to hide. I hated Jacksonâs farts. They always smelled so bad. To think that he would hold me down and sit his bare butt on my face...no, I didnât want that to happen. I needed to find the best hiding spot possible.Â
The thing about this game was that, even though it technically only needs Jackson and the youngest brother, all of the brothers older than the youngest would help Jackson look. So when it was just Jackson, Aiden, and Liam, Aiden would help Jackson look. With each new brother, the former youngest would become a member of the Grizzly Bear search party. That meant that I had to hide from all four of my older brothers. I was playing the most difficult version of the game: a little kid trying to outsmart his four oldest brothers who would be looking all over the house for fifteen minutes. My heart was racing. There was no way I could stay hidden for fifteen minutes from all of them. But I needed to try: I didnât want to become Jacksonâs seat.
I remember hiding in my dadâs closet, behind his suit jackets. I thought it was the best place, since none of us were allowed in there. I couldnât count how often Oliver called me a goodie two shoes. None of them would expect me to hide in the forbidden bedroom of our parents.
The minutes went by. I heard my brothers call my name, laugh, shuffle around the house, moving around furniture, opening doors, footsteps everywhere. My heart was pounding and my ears were burning red. I had no idea how to check how long Iâd been hiding, and how many more minutes I had. I was afraid that if they didnât find me, theyâd play a new round anyway. I gasped when the thought came; the thought that no matter what, sooner or later, Jackson WOULD sit on my face with his naked butt. Only a matter of time. I started to cry out of anxiety.
I sat in the darkness of my dadâs closet, hugging my knees, waiting for the inevitable. Minutes passed, I kept hearing my brothers searching around the house. Theâd cleared through the ground floor, and I heard two of them walking around the upstairs floor. Theyâre probably going through all the rooms. They were going to find me eventually.
Dread was hanging in my stomach. Dreading the stink. How gross would it feel? Iâd never felt Jacksonâs naked butt against me...what would a naked fart against my face feel like? How bad would the smell be? I was trembling.Â
I jumped when the door to my parents room opened. I heard Aiden, âOh Noah...the Grizzly is getting tired and wants to pop a squat.â I held my breath. I could barely see Aidenâs shadow pass the closet door. I think he fell to his knees and was looking under the bed, âAnd he tells me he had a lot of nachos this afternoon, and heâs got a literal buttload of nacho farts to feed you.â
The thought made me want to puke.
His shadow covered the crack in the door. I kept my hand over my mouth and nose. My heart was skipping beats.
âNoah, are you in there?â He laughed. I didnât move. âItâs only been ten minutes. If youâre in here that means youâre about to get one hell of a stink face.â
I clenched my eyes shut. I couldnât avoid it anymore. The closet door swung open. In a last minute panic, I jumped to my feet to sprint past him. I donât know what my plan was, maybe I thought I could run to my bedroom and lock the door. But he was too fast. He grabbed my arm. I started screaming, trying to fight him off, but he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up.
âFOUND HIM!!!â He shouted, carrying me out of the bedroom and down the stairs.Â
âNO, PLEASE DONâT,â I couldnât help but cry.
âWeâve all had to suffer through this, Noah,â Aiden laughed, âQuit being a baby and take your punishment like a man.â
I gulped. Jackson came up the stairs from the basement, an evil grin on his face. He let out a little roar, âThe Grizzly wins again!â
We were all back in the living room. Aiden, Liam, and Oliver had brought me to the ground, lying on my back, my head resting on a pillow. Liam and Oliver held my limbs down, so even if I tried to wrestle away, I knew I would be able to get up. Aiden had his hands on either side of my head, so I wouldnât be able to turn away. I had no choice but to watch as Jackson stepped his feet on either side of my head. He was patting his stomach, âOh, Noah, I think I picked the worst time to have you play this game. You have no idea how badly my guts have been grumbling this afternoon.â
I whimpered. He took a deep breath, a satisfied sigh, and then pulled his shorts down. Above me, his giant butt cheeks, covered in black hair, slowly lowered to my face. I scrunched up, cringing, watching his cheeks naturally separate and I got a glimpse of his butt hole through the thick hair in his crack. Then, his hands came to each cheek and spread them wider. Now, I was staring directly at his gaping butthole. The smell was foul, as bad as butt sweat always is. He hovered a few inches over my face. I held my breath, my cheeks puffed up, spitting out, shaking. My brothers were all laughing around me.
âAny last words?â He asked, looking down at me between his legs.
â...how long?â Was all I could get out. My voice cracked.
âThatâs the best part: until you DIEâ
He sat full weight onto my face before I could react. Immediately I started shaking around, trying to get my arms and legs free of my brotherâs grasps. But there was no way to escape. I still held my breath, but Jackson squirmed a bit and grinded his hairy butt into my face, his hairs were tickling the inside of my nose and without sniffing I could still smell his butt funk. I tried twisting my neck to free my face from stink hell, but Aiden was holding on tight. I felt his hole pucker up against my nose,
My brothers cheered, probably thinking of all the times they had to live through what I was experiencing, glad that they would never have Jackson fart directly up their noses ever again. And yes, even though I didnât sniff, he had farted into my nostrils and that had forced the stink into my lungs. I coughed and gagged, gasping for air but the only air I could get was coming from his butt.Â
I was getting dizzy. The stink was so bad sure, but I kept gasping and sucking in his farts. I needed air, I was literally choking to death on his farts. I could hear them all laughing, I felt Jackson shake and scrub his ass into my face. It was like the worst face massage anyone could ask for. He shifted and I felt his hole press against my lips. I didnât realize that was where my lips were until I felt him push again,
The fart had broke my lips open and shot down over my tongue and into my throat. I gagged violently, accidentally swallowing his fart. I was so dizzy, so sick to my stomach, so humiliated listening to my brothers laugh like hyenas.Â
âI think heâs fading away,â I heard Oliver say. And he was right. I was starting to see stars. The hands that held me down moved off of me, but even though they were free, I could barely move them. I tried to bring my arms up to push him off, but I was so dizzy from the farts that my hands only weakly grabbed onto his thighs.
âAw, I think heâs falling asleep,â Jackson shifted once more and his hole had closed around the tip of my nose. The smell was unbareable.
âNighty night, fart face.â
RPTRPTRPTRPTRPTRPTRPRTPPPPPPPPPPPP
Sucking in his fart as a last attempt to breathe, Iâd passed out. Everything went black.
Jackson said that the first time heâd ever played Grizzly Bear, when he stink-faced Aiden into unconsciousness, he actually freaked out and thought heâd killed him. When he realized that he had the power to knock kids out with just his ass fumes, he became an evil monster.
And so my childhood, up through my teen years, were full of this game. College aged Jackson had no problem saying âWhoâs up for a game of Grizzly Bear?â He was on the schoolâs wrestling team, so even if I said no, he would fight me down and straddle my face anyway. I had to try hiding at least.Â
But thatâs where something major happened.
First, I realized I was gay. But second...I realized that I actually enjoyed being the victim of the Grizzly Bear game.
The first dozen times I would tremble in fear, dread being knocked out by Jacksonâs farts. But the more often we played, the more I accepted my fate as the eternal fart sniffer, and the more that I was actually welcoming it. Iâd gotten used to how his butt smelled. Iâd become almost like a connoisseur of my older brotherâs farts, like fine wine, I would sniff them and see how different foods had effected his gastronomical tract.
I had fallen in love with his asshole.
Thatâs why, even in high school, I would hide in a basic hiding spot; under a bed, in a closet, behind a couch, and when I was found, I would fight back and scream, but that was all for show. Iâd giggle and moan in disgust, mock fear, but it was actually in excitement. My brothers would hold me down. Iâd shift to hide my boner as best as I possibly could. Did any of them notice my hard ons? They had to have noticed. They all must have known that somehow, Iâd turned into a fart sniffing faggot, and they probably thought they were doing me a favor by forcing me to play this childhood game.
Iâd stare up in anticipation as my oldest brotherâs beefy, hairy wrestler ass came over me, spread open, and rested over my face. I loved his stink. I loved his ass hair. I loved his ass hole. I loved snorting up his farts, until I was put to sleep.
To this day I jerk off to the memories of Jackson farting up my nose. Heâs too old for that stuff now, even though we laugh about it. Iâm able to recreate the rush by meeting up with other men on fart-fetish forums, telling them my stories, and telling them Iâd love to play Grizzly Bear with them some time. Iâd even driven across state lines so I could play Grizzly Bear with my online friends. Weâd make sure to play two rounds, so each of us could be the Bear, and the sniffer.
My brother had turned me into a fart sniffing faggot. I have no idea how Iâll ever be able to thank him.Â
