[gayguygas]

Smell of the undefeated

I can’t believe my boyfriend’s about to fight in an underground wrestling league. My boyfriend, David, has never wrestled in his life but is a huge fan of pro-wrestling. All David has going for him is that he’s fit.

We’re in a ring, located in the center of a supposedly abandoned warehouse, with hundreds of people in the stands surrounding us.   

The reason this is held in a fake abandoned warehouse is because this league is illegal. Bets are openly taken for every match and a wrestler killing their opponent is fine. The staff will take care of the body after the match. And unfortunately we learned that David will be taking on the champion, and he’s known for killing rookies like David.

I’m standing on the outside of the ropes, next to David, who’s posted in the corner, resting against the turnbuckles with a cocky smirk.

“David, I don’t like the sound of this champion. They say he’s undefeated. Just quit now and let’s get outta here.” I plead to David.

David laughs, “Haha, relax Dylan, I got this. I’ve heard this guy’s a bottom-heavy bruiser. I’ll run circles around him, tire him out, and have him pinned in the next 5 minutes. I’m gonna be the next champion with you in my corner.” David boasts. Nice words but I still have a bad feeling.

Suddenly, music starts playing and the announcer’s voice fills the warehouse. “Ladies and gentlemen, for tonight’s main event we have the debut of our newest wrestler, David Quick.” David holds up his arms, smirking at the crowd, but he’s mostly getting booed.

“And here comes your undefeated champion. The toxic tormentor, the skunky sadist. NASH CHAMBER!”

The crowd goes wild and my eyes widen, as a 6’3 behemoth swaggers towards the ring. He’s wearing a gray, skin-tight wrestling singlet that shows off his Hulk-like muscles. Compared to him, David looks like a malnourished boy.

Chamber steps into the ring and holds up his arms as the crowd cheers wildly for him. As he does a small little circle, me and David’s jaws drop. From behind we see his enormous bubble butt. His singlet looks like it’s being stretched to their limit in containing Nash’s watermelon-sized butt cheeks. 

David shakes his head, getting back into the game, and starts bouncing from foot-to-foot, warming up. 

Once Chamber is done hyping up the crowd the two face off in the center of the ring. David holds up his fists looking determined. While Chamber stands with his hands on his hips, sporting a cocky grin.

The starting bell rings and David punches Chamber right in the chest. Chamber doesn’t even flinch, just keeps smiling. The crowd laughs at David’s weak punch, and I see David turning red with anger. 

“David, keep your cool!” I yell, but he isn’t listening. 

David dashes behind Chamber and cocks back his fist. That’s when I notice Chamber scrunching up his face. 

Before David can punch Chamber in the back of the head…

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Holy shit, Chamber just ripped a 10 second, thunderous fart that’s louder than the cheering crowd of hundreds. David is immediately stepping backwards, covering his nose with his hands and coughing. 

I should hate seeing my boyfriend suffer but that’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I have a secret farting kink and I’ve never seen someone fart like that. Chamber looks over at me and gives me a sly smirk and a wink.

The announcer then comments, “Oh, Quick made the worst rookie mistake you can make. Never step in the blast zone of CHAMBER’S NOXIOUS BUTT-CANNON!” His shouts, making the crowd cheer even harder.

Chamber turns around and grabs David by the arm. He then throws him towards the ropes. David bounces off the ropes and is heading back to Chamber. Chamber turns around and jumps. David runs face-first into Chamber’s blubbery, aerial mounds. As soon as they make contact…

FFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHPPPPDDDDDD

Chamber actually clotheslines David with his gassy ass, knocking him to the ground.

David’s on his back, groaning. Chamber looks down at David, over his shoulder, with a mischievous grin. He then starts smacking his ass with both hands, making his meaty melons wobble.

The crowd then start screaming, “Geronimo, Geronimo, Geronimo”

“Uh-oh, I hope the rookie brought his umbrella because it looks like it’s about to start raining fat, farting asses!” The announcer calls.

Chambers pulls his legs out from beneath himself, and lets his bulbous backside crash onto David’s face. I wince at the sound of the impact. David weakly tries to push Chamber off of his face, but all he’s really doing is sinking his fingertips into Chamber’s quicksand-like ass fat. 

Chamber curls his hands into fists, grits his teeth, and starts straining. PPPFFFFTTTT

Chamber rips a short but loud, warehouse-echoing poot in David’s face. 

Chamber lifts his titanic rump a foot above David’s face, revealing it. David’s red-faced with teary eyes, and having a coughing fit. 

Not even a second later, Chamber slams his big butt back on David’s face and poots again. He keeps doing this again and again on David’s face.

Up, Slam… RRRHHHHPPPP

Up, Slam… FFFFFDDDDBBB

Up, Slam… PPPVVVRRRRR

Up, Slam… BBBBWWWWFFF 

Chamber does this for several minutes straight; demolishing my boyfriend’s face with his weaponized booty.

My boyfriend is getting destroyed by this farting monster and I’m more turned on than worried for his safety. Man, I’m an awful person. 

Chamber finally stands up. With a cocky smirk, he reaches down, grabs David by the hair, and pulls him onto his knees. David looks miserable and defeated.

 Chamber keeps his grip on David’s hair as he points to the turnbuckle. The crowd starts chanting, “Stinkface, Stinkface, Stinkface.”

Chamber drags David to the corner of the ring and lays him down so the back of David’s head is lying against the bottom turnbuckle.

Chamber then turns around, and then squats down, aligning his ass with David’s face. Holy shit, I remember watching pro-wrestling when I was younger, and seeing the superstar Rickishi doing this to his opponents.

“Oh yes ladies and gentlemen, here comes Chamber’s tried and true Stinkface. Let’s hope Quick has a sweet tooth because his face is about to be in a whole lot of cake.” The announcer jokes.

And with that, Chamber thrusts his hips back, smothering David’s face with his mountainous mounds of ass fat. 

Chamber immediately starts wiping his bubbly ass from left to right, and up and down, all over David’s face.

Chamber’s eyes find me again and he gives me a wink and this time accompanies it with an air kiss. Fuck, this guy’s humiliating my boyfriend, he shouldn’t be turning me on.

Still wearing a cocky smirk, Chamber narrows his eyes in concentration before he starts lighting David’s face up with farts as he continues to Stinkface him.

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Chamber unleashes a barrage of monstrous farts that can be heard over the crowd’s laughing and cheering.

After five minutes, Chamber finally gets off of David’s face. He throws both hands in the air, making the crowd cheer even harder for him. David looks half-dead, still resting against the bottom turnbuckle, barely moving.

Chamber pulls down the shoulder straps of his wrestling singlet, revealing his ripped upper body. He yells to the crowd, “Has he had enough?” before cupping a hand next to his ear, interacting with his fans.

“NO” the crowd cries. Then they start chanting, “Gas Him, Gas Him, Gas Him.” 

With a wicked grin, Chamber gives a shrug. “Oh well, the people have spoken.” Chamber proceeds to pull his singlet completely off, now standing in the ring in only a gray jockstrap. 

I’m both hard and scared as Chamber’s meaty moons pour out of their confines and bounce freely in the open. In big black letters, Chamber has a word tattooed on each butt cheek.

‘GAS’ is tattooed on his left buttcheek and ‘CHAMBER’ is tattooed on the right one.

Chamber cups his hands beneath both cheeks and starts jiggling them, making the crowd go wild. 

“Uh-oh, it looks like the rookie’s headed straight for the Gas Chamber. Guess this is it for Quick. When the champ shoves someone into the Gas Chamber, they never come out alive.” The announcer explains.

Chamber walks back over to David and grabs him by the hair again. He drags David back to the center of the ring, on his knees.

David looks like a train wreck and is begging for mercy, but Chamber just ignores him. Chamber turns around, putting his bulbous, tattooed butt in David’s face. 

With Chamber’s free hand, he reaches back and spreads open his globes before unceremoniously shoving David’s face into his toxic trench of an ass crack.

David’s face rapidly sinks into Chamber’s deep, voracious ass. Chamber’s pushy hand and swiveling hips work in tandem to bury David even deeper into the Gas Chamber.

Finally, Chamber lets go of his buttcheek. Chamber’s thick globes wrap around David’s head and make contact with each other. I’m horny/horrified by David’s entire head being completely entombed in Chamber’s gargantuan rump, with the words ‘Gas’ and ‘Chamber’ side-by-side.

“Quick’s locked up in the Gas Chamber and the champ looks like he’s raring to go. The longest someone’s survived in the Gas Chamber is three minutes. Let’s hope this lousy rookie can at least set a new record.” the announcer comments.

Chamber bends his knees slightly, and curls his hands into fists. He then closes his eyes and grits his teeth, and then starts grunting and straining.

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Chamber is a machine. He keeps ripping monstrous farts that last from 10-15 seconds, pointblank in David’s face. Even with the cheering crowd and David’s face in front of his asshole, Chamber’s farts can still be heard all around the warehouse.

 David was already weak in the beginning but his flailing limbs are looking weaker by the second. I try for Chamber’s attention before it’s too late.

“Wait, please stop!” I cry.

Chamber opens his eyes and looks at me. A cocky smirk forms on his face but his farting has paused for the moment.

“Oh, looks like Quick’s boyfriend is trying to plead to Chamber to spare him.” The announcer observes. 

Chamber flexes his glutes, trapping David’s head as he walks up to me, dragging a crawling David behind him.

“Please let him go, he’s already lost.” I beg when Chamber is standing in front of me.

“Sorry bud, but when I put someone in the Gas Chamber, they’re done with their living. Why should I make an exception for this loser?” Chamber asks with a smarmy grin.

“Please don’t, I-I’ll give you anything.”

“Hmm, anything you say? Well for me to even consider letting this loser live, I’m gonna need an incentive. How about a kiss on the lips and then we’ll talk?” Chamber suggests shocking me into silence. 

To get the ball rolling again, Chamber closes one eye and grunts, ripping a squeaky fart in David’s face. “Ah, you better hurry before your chump suffocates in the Gas Chamber.”

I surge forward and plant my lips on his, kissing him. Wolf-whistling and cat calls erupt from the crowd. 

I pull my lips from his, blushing. I can’t deny that, that was an amazing kiss.

“Alright then, here’s the deal: to get him out you’re gonna have to take his place in the Gas Chamber.” Chamber says, making me choke on my spit.

“But not now. You’re gonna wait around, out here, after this match and everyone leaves. I’m gonna come back out into this ring and you’re gonna willingly bury your face in my Gas Chamber. Agree to this and I’ll let your loser-of-a-boyfriend live.”

I’m blindsided, not knowing what to say.

“Do we have a deal? Or am I sending this loser to the afterlife?” Chamber cocks his left leg and rips a greasy fart, further torturing my Gas Chambered boyfriend.

I audibly swallow, nervous about this arrangement. I nod my head and say, “Yes”.

“Great, let’s get your boy-toy out of my Gas Chamber, shall we?” Chamber reaches back with both hands and spreads open his bubbly cheeks, revealing the back of David’s head. Chamber grits his teeth, scrunches up his face, and starts grunting and straining. 

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A roaring, thunderous fart, that has the entire ring quaking, explodes out of Chamber’s ass. David’s launched out of the Gas Chamber, and lands on the ring floor, on his back, dry-heaving.

The crowd starts booing and the announcer voices his annoyance. 

“What the hell is this? Why is our champion letting someone out of the Gas Chamber alive? It looks like Chamber is going soft.” The announcer complains.

Chamber narrows his eyes and glares murderously at the announcer who’s standing just outside of the ring, with a microphone, looking towards the crowd. Chamber stomps toward him. I can’t help but stare as the mounds of his Gas Chamber bounce and clap against each other with every step.

Chamber reaches through the ropes, grabs the screaming announcer by the hair, and pulls him into the ring. Chamber forces the announcer to his knees and takes the microphone away from him.

“So ya’ll won’t be happy unless I leave a corpse in the ring, huh? Then so be it.” Chamber addresses the crowd and then looks down at the announcer with a devilish grin. “And since you agree with them, I’m sure these last few minutes of your life will put a smile on your face. Into the Gas Chamber with you.”

Chamber wheels around, putting his fat, tattooed globes right in the frightened announcer’s face. Chamber reaches back, spreading his cheeks with his free hand. He then carelessly pulls the screaming man’s face into the Gas Chamber. 

I watch as another victim’s entire head is consumed by Chamber’s enormous ass.  

The crowd’s cheering again and starts chanting, “Gas Him, Gas Him, Gas Him”

Chamber widens his stance, curls his hands into fists, and grits his teeth.

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An ungodly fart roars out of Chamber’s ass and into the announcer’s face for 5 minutes straight. This behemoth-of-a-fart doesn’t seem humanly possible. Me and others nearby have to cover our ears from how loud it is. And as I look around I see a slightly brown tint in the air. 

2 minutes into the monstrous fart, and I see the announcer’s struggling body go limp, but that doesn’t stop Chamber. 

Once this massive leviathan-of-a-fart comes to an end, Chamber pulls the guy out of the Gas Chamber and lets his body fall to the ground. 

Another announcer runs out from the back and slides into the ring. He takes the microphone and lifts Chamber’s hand into the air. “And here is your undefeated champion: NASH CHAMBER!”

And the crowd goes wild for him. Chamber swaggers up to me with a cocky grin. “Don’t forget the deal.” He reminds me.

“I-I won’t” I reply. Chamber gives me another wink and heads backstage. People come out to help David and deal with the announcer’s body. As the rest of the crowd leaves, I wait just outside the ring. 

I’ve been pacing for the last 15 minutes when David comes out from backstage. I smile as I try to give him a hug, but he steps back, out of reach. 

“I’m sorry Dylan but we’re over. And I’m leaving the city. Nash ordered me to do this or he’d put me back in the Gas Chamber. And this time no one would be able to save me.” With that David just leaves. 

I feel empty as I watch him leave. This monster cost me my boyfriend and now he’s about to destroy me. The only silver lining is that he’s gonna fart in my face.

A few minutes later, the place is eerily deserted, and Chamber comes back out from backstage. He’s still only wearing a gray jockstrap  

As we both get into the ring, Chamber starts to speak. “You know, wrestling as long as I have, you learn to read people both inside and outside the ring. The moment my eyes landed on you I knew what you were. Heh, when I first farted in my match, you were blushing like an untouched virgin.”

It’s frightening how perceptive he is. 

“I immediately knew that I had to make you mine. That loser Quick doesn’t deserve you. No, you deserve to accompany a winner like me to the ring.”

My eyes widen; Chamber is still smirking.

“Tell me you don’t want me to fart on you, tell me you don’t want to stick your face in the Gas Chamber. Tell me and you can go. I won’t stop you.”

I look down at his lips, unable to look him in the eyes. Unable to confess the truth.

A wolfish grin forms on his lips. Chamber walks up to me and then spins around and presses his bare ass against my lower midsection. 

PPPPPPRRRRBBBBTTTTT

I feel his warm butt air venting against me. The stench of rotten eggs and broccoli reaches my nose. My breathing is becoming faster.

Chamber looks back at me, over his shoulder, with a knowing grin. “I know a fart-sniffer when I see one. Stop fighting it. Beg me to fart on you. Beg me to put you in the Gas Chamber.”

I can’t do it.

Chamber suddenly grabs me and quickly but gently takes me to the ground. With experienced maneuvering, I find myself in a reverse head-scissor hold. My head’s trapped between his muscular thighs with his tattooed bubble butt right in my face.

He flexes ‘Gas’ and ‘Chamber’, and once he relaxes them…

BBBBBBRRRRRRRHHHHPPPPPPPP

He blasts me with a loud butt bomb that trumpets throughout the warehouse, my face being in its way be damned. His sulfuric, nose hair-singeing fumes are nauseatingly amazing.

After a few moments of no more farts, I glance up, over Chamber’s fleshy hillside-mounds, and see him peering back at me with a cheeky grin.

Why isn’t he farting anymore? Then I remember his words.

I bring my hands up and start running them all over his rotund, fat-coated globes.I love the feel of his butt-blubber pouring through the gaps of my fingers.

With his ass fat nearly covering my mouth, I beg, “Please fart in my face.” 

“Aw such manners. Now there’s a good fart-sniffer. Enjoy… NGH”

FFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRAAAAPPPPPPP

A typhoon of hot, sulfuric ass wind flies up my nose and I love it. Chamber tightens his quads around my head, pulling me in and smothering my face against his pillowy yet firm buttcheeks.

Chamber starts swiveling his hips, rubbing his bare bum all over my face while unleashing a category 5 fart storm.

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWPPPPP

“Yeah that’s it. Kiss it!”

RRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBB

 “Taste it!” 

PPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLL-HHHHHHHHHDDDDDDDD

“Show it the love it deserves!”

RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKPPPPPPPP

“Worship my nasty, unbeatable booty!”

FFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP

DDDDDDDDDHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAABBBBBBBB

FFFFFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM

Spurred on by his words and huffing up all his noxious ass gas, I start peppering his meaty globes with kisses, and licking the sweat trickling from his ass crack. 

This is too much, I feel like I’m about to shoot. My body’s starting to shake.

“Whoa-whoa, let’s pump the brakes. We don’t want the fun to end too soon.” Chamber says as he frees me from his head-scissor and rolls me onto my back, before lying his enormous self on top of me, making me groan. 

“Here, maybe this’ll cool you down.” He continues with an arched eyebrow.

Chamber lifts up his arm and plants his sweaty armpit on my face. He then starts wiping his armpit from left to right, drenching my face in his musky sweat.

Even though I’m loving this too, it does surprisingly start to cool me down. So caught up, I don’t even realize that I’m licking Chamber’s sweaty pit until he jumps off of me and growls. “You’re fucking insatiable, I can’t take it any more. It’s time to put you in the Gas Chamber.”

Something sounding so foreboding shouldn’t sound so hot. 

Chamber stands up and faces away from me. I get onto my knees and come face-to-face with his thick cakes. The words ‘GAS’ and ‘CHAMBER’ are right before my eyes. 

Unable to resist, I bring my face towards his ass but he takes a step forward, putting distance between us. “Beg” He growls, huskily.

“Please put me in the Gas Chamber. I’ve never wanted anything more.” I beg.

Chamber reaches back with both hands and spreads open his beefy slabs, revealing his asshole. 

I follow his silent command, diving my face in between his imprisoning cheeks; pressing my nose and lips against his asshole. 

Chamber lets go of his cheeks, entombing my entire head in his Gas Chamber.

“There you go, nice and trapped in my Gas Chamber, with no way to escape… FGH” 

FFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWBBBBBBBB

I take a 9 second, eggy fart, right up the nose. So turned on by his raunchy ass fumes, I start licking his winking, sweaty pucker. Chamber moans above me. 

“Oh fuck yeah. Eat my nasty, butt-bombing hole you crazy fucker” RRHHBBRR “Eat this too while you’re at it” BBWWTTDD “Yeah keep that throat open, I’m dropping another air biscuit down your gullet” FFMMOOHT “Fuck yeah, you’re a perfect, willing fart-sniffer” RRFFVVBBB “Gonna get you addicted to my stinky ass gas” PPWWLLAB “Make sure you’re in my bed every night” FFHHTSTSSS “Begging me to lock your face in my Gas Chamber” BBBBRRRRR-MMMMMOOOOO-DDDDTTTTTT

“Damn, you’ve been locked up in the Gas Chamber for 7 minutes and you’re still frenching with my hole like some love-sick teenager. As soon as I trap someone in there, they’re already trying to escape, but not you. Let’s see if this big fella heading your way will fix that. Oh well, it’s not like it really matters. No one escapes the Gas Chamber… NGH”

BBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDTTTTTTTTTTTTTssssssssssssssss

Chamber unleashes another one of his inhumanely loud and long farts, right in my face. I take in deep breaths, torturing my lungs with his digested meat and onion smelling fumes. Even for a fart lover like me, it’s too much and I pass out halfway through. Right after I shoot my load in my boxers.

I groan as I come to. My face repeatedly bumping against something soft yet firm, awakens me. I open my eyes and right in my face is Chamber’s fat ass in a pair of black, form-fitting compression shorts. I’m slung over his shoulder and we’re walking through the deserted parking lot.

“What’s happening? Where are we going?” I ask, groggily.

“Heh, don’t you remember? You’re mine now. We’re heading back to my place. Why don’t you get some more sleep? When you wake up you’ll be in my bed and your handsome mug will be heading back into my Gas Chamber. Deep huffs fart-sniffer.”

Chamber pauses in the middle of the parking lot and hikes up his left leg with my upside-down face in front of his bubble butt.

FFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP

[tobylovesmen]

[uw2025-deactivated20260719]

[zanzi2040]

[buttangelthoughts]

George’s Butt Slut (deleted story)

*includes: ass rimming, farts, fart eating, foot cleaning, body worship, unwilling*

PROLOGUE:

It’s been 3 weeks since i got lost in the woods in the pouring rain, knocking on the door of the first house i saw. 3 weeks since George opened the door on me and took me and kept me fed and gave me a place to sleep, but to stay there longer, there was a catch. George was a heavy guy, and when i say this you might imagine a really fat man, but no, most of Georges weight was kept in his ass and thighs. I’d seriously never seen anything like it, each buttcheek was seriously larger than my head. And his thighs, wow they were big, two big grapefruits attached to the most largest and doughy ass cheeks i’d ever seen in person. However, his body was extremely fit, he was pretty hot, he had a slim waist, and perfectly broad shoulders, and his ass came out a few feet wide.

Although, if i wanted to stay at his house for a place to live, there was a big catch… i had to become George’s Butt Slut.

He told me:

“Alright, if you really wanna stay here, there’s gonna be a catch… every single day.. and every single morning, and every bit inbetween, you simply belong to this ass of mine,” He turned around and plumped up his humungous cheeks, then turned around, a grin growing on his face, he talked so endearing and evil like.

“You do what i say, when i tell you to, y’ understand?” He nods his head, trying his best to persuade me. All i could do was nod my head, i had no other choice, there was no other place to live.

Ever since that day, George had tortured me with his huge ass, there was always some new fun game or activity. I was either smothered, farted on, and smothered some more. Every single day.

And this morning, wasn’t any different.

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I woke up on the couch, hungry and in need of a bathroom, maybe i can sneak into the bathroom to pee without waking up George. I tip-toe over across the hallway into the bathroom, George was disgusting and dirty, but boy was he rich. His house was huge, and his bathroom didn’t put that to shame, i close the door and enter the bathroom, a large room with dark grey concrete walls and floor, a romantic scent in the air, i’m half way through peeing when George busts open the door.

“Oh hey! Thought you were in here,” He grumbles and locks the bathroom door, scoffing and fixing his hair. He was wearing a plain white tee and some pajama shorts, which has bound to have been stewing up a stench of his balls and ass funk over night, i wish he would wear some underwear everyone and again, especially a clean pair.

“Oh yeah.. i was just peeing..” I manage to say, he doesn’t let me speak much. He interrupts me ,”Oh yeah, sure, no time for that right now, time for our shower dude,” he grins, immediately starting to strip off. I jump off the toilet, flushing and standing up and pulling up my pants, but by the time i’m up and ready George is already naked, opening the glass door to the shower and turning it on.

“No no no, clothes off, i need you in here,” he says, sternly, i figure out he was serious, and i can’t afford to disobey him. So i start taking off my clothes, dumping them ontop of Georges pile, sliding the door open, he was already stood leaning against the shower wall. It was a fancy shower room, large and a massive chunk of stone peaking out of the floor, a step to sit on whilst one washes. I can tell this was going to be trouble.

The water hits me as i step towards him, and he breaks the silence. “Alright, on your knees for me, now,” He steps off the wall, coming closer to guide my shoulders down to the floor, my knees banging against the smooth concrete. I look up. Boy was he huge. He rudely steps infront of me, intruding my space, and i scooch back on my knees, George took up the entire shower space. He adjusts his position, turning around to present his fat mounds of flesh before my eyes, even his hands struggled to grip his cheeks. He opens up his asscrack, i didnt even need to smell it to know its was impeccably musty, brown smudges of shit painted his hole. Crazy how he managed to keep it so dirty, unwashed, and unwiped, yet stil managed to shave, his buttcheeks smooth rolls of skin.

“Well? What are you waiting for, get to cleaning, this ass isn’t gonna wash himself? Why clean it with soap and water when i have a perfect bidet like you to lick it clean? Tsss,” He laughs at himself clapping at his right cheek, it bounces up and down, as if in slow motion, he opens up his crack once more and i take his ass into my two hands myself, struggling to keep them apart, it was so heavy i had to dive my face in.

My nose slodges perfectly into his sweaty canyon. I let go of his ass cheeks and they drop heavily onto the sides of my face and i slip in further. They both stop at the same time, slapping my skin repeatedly with a moist smacking sound, they come to a stop and the sound of the running water drowns out. His cheeks wrap around my entire head and meet at the back, i was completely sandwhiched inbetween him.

Suffocating was an understatement, my nose pressed against his musky hole, residue of shit plastering over my nose. I wriggle my mouth to line with his butthole, licking a stripe from his taint to the top of his pucker. Coating my tongue in a thick layer sweaty ass funk. I can hear an evil laugh from above, followed by a deep groan from George. I feel his body push back onto my tongue, smothering my face even deeper, i whimper as i kiss at the sour wrinkly hole, as George washes himself, kissing monsterous ass cheeks. I feel a large hand ruffle my hair.

“Don’t be shy little man, get that tongue up there,” he says forcefully, wiggling his hips, my head swaying side to side as he does. I stick out my tongue, whimpering and crying out, only a choking noise can be heard from above, slowly, i slip my tongue into the chamber of his asshole, tasting a sweet and sour flavour on my tastebuds, i press my face in deeper, so i can push my tongue further up george’s trench, licking his asshole clean.

Feeling your tongue inside him, George couldn't help but let out a deep, pleased groan. He began to rock his hips, forcing my face deeper into his ass. The sensation of being completely filled and worshipped was overwhelming for him. “Mmmm...” My head throws back when george rocks back a little, and i can feel his musty cheeks jiggling around my face, that similar moist smacking sound is made, this time my face was more sweaty, i shove my tongue in and out, making sure george doesn’t have to do the job of cleaning his ass for him, and i notice my knees grow red and bruised already, and i continue slurping at his hole, eating and devouring as much as i can, wanting to please him.

as i clean, streams of soapy water begin to trail down george’s body, and i assume he’s washing his hair, and i feel so pathetic, he’s treating me like some bidet or ass cleaning machine, and ignoring any human feelings i might have, now washing his hair like i’m not there, but my face is slodged in so deep, no amount of soap can make its way into george’s ass, only my tongue could be used to wet it, and it suffocates me, creating a small air pocket around my face, his ass like a suction cup around the sides of my face, before i can panic, george releases a silent butt deadly, it infiltrates into my mouth, flooding my throat with sewage smelling morning farts, i cough as much as i can and am forced to get back to licking. George chuckles to himself, knowing i was tasting his putrid farts.

I lick for another 2-3 minutes, and george doesn’t say much, just ignores i’m there and does his daily shower things, he even takes a piss, contaminating the water, which runs against my legs, my licking is becoming slower, and george’s ass funk turns into the flavour of my own saliva, and i dislodge my face out of his immense cheeks, pulling away massively, my face becoming stuck for a second, i take in some deep breathes of fresh air, and i look up to george with a red sweaty face, and now he’s cleaner than me,

“Finished, sir,” i pant.

George turned around, a smug grin on his face as he took in the sight of you panting and covered in sweat. He grabs his mounds of flesh and looks back, slipping his finger in and out like a hot dog, he looks at it and i notice its clean, he laughs and congratulates me, “Aha.. alright good, thank you very much, butt slut! but we aren’t finished there..” he says, washing the excess soap off his body.

I pool up some water in my hands and splash it against my face, washing away the week old ass funk off my face, when my eyes open again i look to find george sitting on the shower step, yawning, his fat ass taking up a lot of surface area, i dive my head in the water, wetting my hair, and when i look back i say “okay george… finally ready for my next task…” i sigh, tired and still feeling dirty, not having a chance to wash my self.

George chuckles and sits forward, “Mr eager aren’t you?” he says, a sly grin masked across his face.

“Mhm..” I nod. I turn around on my knees, the shower running down my back. He sits back on his elbows and kicks his left leg up, his size 11 foot presented infront of my face.

“As i said earlier, why scrub my body clean when i have you, now, give my foot a good cleaning,” he commands, a fat grin between his lips. Miserably, i grab the bottom of his foot and drag my tongue from the bottom of his heel to the tip of his toes, teasing my tongue between the web of his toes. It tasted sour, and cheesy, i pull a face of disgust and continue licking, sucking at each individual toe, he watches me with hungry eyes and a nasty smirk, amused.

“Alright good, now, again!” He puts down his foot, slapping it on the shower floor, teasing his other leg, i begin to work on the other one. Kissing and licking and sucking. Slobbering all over the underside of his flavourful foot. Without warning, George tilts his foot forward and shoved his entire length into my throat, my lips tickling the base of his heel, salvia speed out the back of my throat and drips down his foot. Tears pooling in my eyes, i suck harder and then pull away, and he laughs.

“Suppose your finished, can’t waste too much water eh? Before i go…” George stands up, and i back away, he turns around, opening up his now clean crack, yanking the back of my head into his meat globes again, enveloped in his warmth.

BLRRTTTTTTFFSS

Hot air blasts out into my nostrils, heating my sinuses, the smell of old, sour meat, and a muffled scream vibrates against him. He pulls me out by my hair and mumbles. “Little bitch..” before stepping out the shower, drying himself and getting changed.

“You got 5 minutes to wash your self, meet me in my bedroom when your done yeah?”

He leaves the bathroom, finally giving myself some privacy to wash my hair. The flavour of Georges butt funk lingering in my mouth.

[gayguygas]

Smell of a false accusation

With me being 25 and bi, I quickly noticed my next-door neighbors after moving into my new apartment. First, there is the curvy, beautiful woman with nice tits. Then there’s the six-foot-four guy who looks like he bench presses city buses. The most noticeable thing about him is his fat bubble butt. It’s like he’s always carrying around two basketballs in the back of his pants wherever he goes. They bounce and jiggle as he walks.

The guy’s name is Randy, and the woman’s name is Sarah. Both of them are hot. 

It's obvious to me now that they are a couple, but an hour ago, Sarah easily convinced me that they were only siblings. 

Sarah and I are now naked in her bed, and feeling good after doing the deed. She’s resting her head on my chest, and I have an arm wrapped around her.

We’re enjoying the quiet moment when suddenly, the bedroom door is kicked open. Randy is standing in the doorway, huffing in rage like a bull ready to charge. He’s wearing a dirty tank top, jeans, and brown steel-toe boots. 

If looks could kill, Sarah and I would be six feet under right now.

I open my mouth, hoping to de-escalate the situation, but Sarah acts first.

She jumps out of the bed, screaming bloody murder, leaving me alone on the bed in only my boxers. She’s shaking and crying.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re here, Randy! I just realized he’s been gaslighting me. He manipulated me into sleeping with him. I’m the victim!” 

I’m shocked into silence. That’s the dumbest defense for cheating that I’ve ever heard.

I guess Randy must be dumb as hell because he’s staring daggers at me.

Sarah runs out of the room, with fake tears streaming down her face, leaving me alone with a pissed off monster. 

“You done fucked with the wrong woman, bitch” he growls. His gravely voice has me going pale. 

I can’t speak; I never thought I’d be in a situation like this. I guess he’s taking my silence as an admission of guilt.

He pulls off his sweaty tank and tosses it to the side. He kicks off his boots before he starts walking towards me, still on the bed. When he reaches the foot of the bed, he undoes his jeans, letting them drop and pool at his feet. He’s wearing a tight pair of grey boxer briefs that are drenched with sweat.  

He climbs onto the bed and crawls up my body. The rage in his eyes has me paralyzed and unable to speak.

“You’re about to smell why the boys call me Rancid Randy.” 

Next thing I know, he turns around and his fat ass is hovering right over my face. The sweaty fabric of his underwear is clinging to his round, meaty globes.

The last thing I see before everything goes dark is the large sweat patch running down the crack of his ass.

WHAM

He drops his bulbous, sweaty rump, taking a seat on my face. My face is being smothered under an over-encumbering amount of ass fat.

The musky smell coming from his swamp ass is tear-inducing. 

I groan from the scent. 

I both feel and hear him darkly snickering above me. “Oh, you wanna cry? Rancid Randy will give you something to cry about.”

At first, I don’t know what he’s going on about, until:

RRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT

The guy rips a thunderous, 5-second fart, point-blank in my face. It’s strong enough to rattle my skull. 

Rancid Randy is a fitting name–his fart stinks of rancid meat and rotten eggs. The smell is atrocious. It has me coughing and gagging. 

“Ah, damn, that felt good. I’m glad I had Mexican for lunch with extra beans. Doubt you agree… GGH”

MMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFF

He vents out another rancid-smelling fart in my face, and that’s when I try to struggle.

I try to buck him off me, but he shimmies his hips, bearing his ass down harder onto my face. I bring up my hands trying to push him off, but it does little more than massage his doughy globes.

“Haha, that’s it, keep on uselessly struggling. All it will earn you is more of my Rancid Rockets… HGH”

MMMMMBBBBBAAAAAAPPPPPPP

My voice is muffled beneath his meaty posterior, but I get out, “You got it all wrong, man. Your girlfriend came up to me and said she was single and you were her brother.” It’s hard to speak when every time I part my lips, his ass fat tries to pour into my open mouth. 

My explanation only angers him.

“What? You're calling my girl a liar? Suck on this, fart-bitch!”

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRVVVVVVVVTTTTTTTTT

FFFFFFFLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPP

DDDDDDOOOOOOOO-AAAAAAAABBBBBBB

Randy pushes out three consecutive farts that wreck me. He aggressively grinds his butt on my face, as if he’s trying to ingrain his ass musk into my pores. 

Out of desperation, I punch him in the side of his stomach, but all that does is help him dislodge a big fart.

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT

He rips a 12-second fart right in my face that reeks of raw sewage. It has me coughing and my eyes stinging.

He sighs and laughs, “Ah, haha, don’t blame me for that one. That was all you, unlike this… FGH”

VVVVVVVVBBBBBBBLLLLLLPPPPPPP

Another wave of his nauseating fumes washes over my face. It puts me in a coughing fit, weakening me. Randy uses the opportunity to trap my arms by my sides, between his knees, as he straddles my chest. 

I now feel completely helpless.

“Ah, you’ll be lucky if I let you leave here alive and don’t kill you with my farts after what you did to my girl!”

He grounds his titanic rear end harder down on me, working my face in between his cheeks. Through the material of his sweaty briefs, I feel my nose pressing against his hole.

It’s silent, but I feel his pucker open and his warm, intestinal wind heating my nose.

The smell is horrendous–like rancid meat swimming in raw sewage.

“Haha, ah yeah, breathe it in bitch, breathe in Rancid Randy. Every time you even think of my girl, you’re gonna remember my rank ass and my butt bombs.”

I ironically find my second wind and flail harder beneath him. This seems to amuse Randy.

“Oh, still struggling, I see. Seems like Rancid Randy’s gonna have to break you like a wild bronco. Thankfully, I have the ass and farts for the job.”

I think it’s over when he rises off my face. But soon enough, his big ass comes crashing back down on my face like a meteor, making me groan. And the impact is accompanied by…

RRRRRRRRPPPPPPPMMMMMMMDDDDDDD

He isn’t done.

He lifts his ass off my face.

“Yeah, take it bitch.”

He slams his ass back down and…

VVVVVVVLLLLLLLLOOOOOPPPPPPPPP

My tormentor repeats this torturous cycle. 

Up.

“This ain’t my first rodeo. Rancid Randy has broken down plenty of assholes, and you won’t be the last.”

Wham

RRRRRRHHHHHHHBBBBBBBTTTTTTTT

Up.

“Choke on my nasty farts.”

Wham

PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRWWWWWWFFFFFFF

Up.

“Get crushed by my big, heavy booty.”

Wham

MMMMMMMUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPP

Up.

“Anyone who messes with my girl has to deal with my swamp ass. Now Suffer!”

Wham

BBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFF-OOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUU-FFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

The noxious smell has my eyes and nose running. Randy’s repeated butt-drops have my face feeling like it’s been Mike Tyson’s personal punching bag.

I aggressively thrash my head from side to side, trying to get my face out of his ass. I turn my head to the left, finally escaping, getting a few breaths of cool, semi-fresh air.

I take the opportunity to shout, “Get off of me, you psycho!”

I didn’t think it was possible, but he somehow became even more agitated. 

“Psycho! Psycho! You fucked with my girl’s head, and you’re calling me a psycho.”

He lifts his ass off my face again. And then to my horror, he peels down the back of his briefs. His fleshy, bare moons, glistening with sweat, pour out of their confines and wobble ominously above my face.

“You’ve done it now. Now I’m really ticked off!”

Randy reaches down with both hands, spreading his cheeks. I’ve never seen anything more revolting. Hovering a foot over my face is his open crack. Inside is all sweaty and hairy, and dead center is his wrinkled pucker.

I start shaking my head. “No. No. You can’t do this to me. Help!” 

He immediately shuts me up by dropping down, entombing my face in his sweaty and musky canyon of a crack. 

The douche bag laughs, making his meaty orbs jiggle around my clamped face. “Don’t waste your breath; no one can hear you. No one can ever hear you in between Rancid Randy’s fat moons.”

PPPPPPWWWWWFFFFFFFFFDDDDDDDDD

MMMMMMLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP

RRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHDDDDDDFFFFFFF

He unleashes a barrage of trumpeting farts, point-blank in my face, putting me into another coughing fit. His ass and booming farts drown out my cries for help.

I try to struggle, but I can barely move my head anymore. There’s more than just fat in his brawny slabs. It feels like my head is caught in the jaws of life.

He rocks his ass on my face, getting comfortable. I give a muffled cry when it ends with my lips pressed against his asshole. 

“You wanna kiss someone? Then kiss this big, nasty fella; he loves the attention.” 

RRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBB

He pushes out a 6-second rumbly fart that has my lips vibrating. Some of his toxic fumes seep into my mouth, making me feel sick to my stomach.

He presses down harder and roughly gyrates his ass on my face, forcing my lips open with his hole.

“Hehe, oh yeah fart-bitch, things are about to get a lot worse for you. Eat my farts!... NGH”

BBBBBBBBVVVVVVVVVVVWWWWWWWDDDDDD

FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMM

My cheeks and lungs inflate with his hellish ass gas. I’m choking and gagging on his noxious, intestinal vapors.

“Fuck man, how are those extra beans I had for lunch treating ya? Do you like it? Recycled through my booty?... GGH”

MMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBRRRRRRRR

PPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHDDDDDDDD

“Ah, good luck fucker, your face is going to be reeking of Rancid Randy’s swamp ass for weeks. You’re probably gonna have to wash your face thoroughly and daily for a month to get rid of my butt stank. You’re welcome… HGGH” 

DDDDDDDDDDFFFFFFFFFFFF-OOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP-AAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBBB

“Oh damn, I feel a big one brewing. I almost feel guilty about blasting your face with this, the keyword being, almost. R.I.P. your taste buds. 

FGH… This puppy comes straight from Rancid Randy’s butthole with love… UGH”

FFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Who farts so much? It feels like it's been days, but it's only been a couple of minutes. This beast keeps rocketing one monstrous fart after another down my gullet. The final one is the longest, lasting well over 4 minutes alone. 

My lungs feel like they will be forever tainted with his vile butt stink. 

He rises off my face with a wet squelch. My face is drenched with his ass sweat, my tears, and my snot.

Next thing I know, I’m being pulled off the bed and onto my feet. He shoves my strewn-around clothes into my hands. He then grabs me by the back of the neck and practically drags me towards the front door.

He opens the door and tosses me out, on my knees. He towers over me, pointing an accusing finger at my face. “Let this be a warning: if you so much as eye my girl a little too long for my liking, you and my swampy ass are gonna spend a lot more personal time together.”

Randy wheels around. The back of his briefs is still pulled down, so he’s basically mooning me. His bare, sweaty cheeks are only a few feet away from my face.

I notice his hands curling at his sides, and I hear him taking a deep breath. 

BBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPP

Randy blasts me in the face with a 10-second-long, airy fart. It stinks of digested meat and garlic. And it has enough force to cause his pillowy mounds to ripple and blow my hair back. 

I’m left coughing on my knees as he slams the door in my face. Thankfully, the hallway is empty, so no one sees me at my lowest point.

I stand and hobble to my door. I pull my key out of my jeans and retreat inside my apartment. 

Things don’t end here, though. For the next few days, the couple fucks with me. 

Whenever I pass Sarah alone in the hall, she shoots me a superior smirk, silently declaring she’s won. When I pass Randy, he glares at me, and without stopping, he swivels his hips and farts on me. 

What the two don’t know is that I’m an investigative journalist. It was child's play to find Sarah’s multiple cheating partners over social media and take screenshots of them kissing.

I created a burner account and sent the pics to them and their mutual friends. Sarah’s now seen as a slut, and Randy is seen as a simp. 

I sit back and enjoy the fireworks. 

Every day, I hear them constantly screaming at each other through the walls, and I love it.

However, I’ve been dealing with a slight dilemma. In my head, I keep replaying Randy’s assault on me; the humiliation, his bare ass, and his farts. Every time I do, I feel a stirring in my crotch.

Maybe if I ignore it, it won’t mean anything. 

Things come to a head two weeks later. I’m coming home from work and find the couple arguing outside their apartment. Randy is standing in the doorway of their apartment, and Sarah’s standing in the hallway. A box of stuff is separating the two.

“Are you seriously kicking me out for a few hook-ups? You’re so insecure.” Sarah cries.

“We’re done, leave.” Randy barks in return, but then a cruel smirk forms on his lips.

“But before you go, take this with ya.”

Randy turns around and squats, bringing his ass down just above the opening of the box filled with most likely Sarah’s things.

RRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFF

Randy drops a 6-second wet fart into the box.

Sarah looks disgusted, “You can keep this cheap junk you bought for me. My friends were right: you were never good enough for me.” She turns on her heels and storms off.

“I’ll send my brother to collect my clothes and the TV, since I bought it, I can’t stomach seeing you anymore.” She snarks over her shoulder.

“Yeah, well, he'd better take only what’s yours or he’ll be Rancid Randy’s next fart-bitch.” He calls out to her. To punctuate his threat, Randy hikes his right leg and farts.

FFFFFFFHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP

Sarah rolls her eyes.

As Sarah walks past me, she gives me a suspicious side glance. Did they know it was me?

My question is answered when Randy notices me. 

“You!” Randy stomps up to me, his anger nearly palpable. “I don’t know how, but I know you’re responsible for all this. You’re a dead man!”

I whip out my phone and start recording. “Mind repeating that, friend. I’d also love to record you physically attacking me.”

My words have Randy coming to an immediate halt right in front of me. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are alight with fury. He knows he can’t act.

He turns around, but instead of walking away, he leans forward, jutting out his twin moons that are barely being contained by his jeans.

RRRRRRRWWWWWWWUUUUUUUPPPPPPPP

He envelopes me in an eggy fart cloud.

He mutters, “Fart-bitch,” before walking back into his apartment.

Joke's on him, I’ll be jerking off to this recording for a while.

I guess when it comes to men, I’m into big, brawny, sweaty guys who fart a lot and are assholes. 

At this point, I thought the chapter of my life involving Sarah and Randy was over. But I was wrong, at least with Randy.

A few weeks later, on a Saturday morning, I’m awoken by heavy knocking on my door. It’s like six in the morning. 

With me being half-asleep, I made the mistake of unlocking the door before looking through the peephole. 

As soon as I start opening the door, it is kicked open, making me stumble back. Randy walks in like he owns the place. He shuts the door behind him, trapping me with him in my apartment. 

The guy’s wearing a black tank top and black basketball shorts, and he’s practically dripping with sweat. I'm pretty sure he just had a grueling workout and came straight here. What the fuck?

He flashes me a devilish, toothy grin as he lets his shorts drop, revealing that he’s wearing a sweaty, dingy, used-to-be white jockstrap.

Before my still-waking-up mind can process anything, Randy charges at me and tackles me to the carpeted ground of my sparse living room.

We wrestle on the floor, well, more like he manhandles me with ease. I’m five-foot-ten and weigh only 150 pounds. 

I wind up trapped between his powerful quads in a reverse headscissors. His mountainous, sweaty, and bare cheeks are only inches away from my face. The musk emitting from his crack is eye-burning.

“Surprise, fart-bitch, I work out early every morning, and it’s my neighborly duty to share my hard work and dedication with you.”

Randy reaches back and grips the back of my head. I try to resist, but he easily overpowers me, shoving my face against his sweaty, fuzzy crack.

PPPPPPPLLLLLLLLAAAAAATTTTTTT

He unleashes a raunchy eruption, point-blank in my face. Along with his venting fumes, my face is sprayed with beads of ass sweat.

He starts rolling his hips, wiping his grimy crack from side to side, and up and down, all over my face as he farts non-stop. 

“You thought you’d make Rancid Randy look like a fool and get away scot free.” FART “Naw, buddy,” FART “You gotta pay the price,” FART “When I’m done with you, the scent of my big musky ass will be a permanent addition to your face.”

FFFFFAAAAARRRRRTTTTT

He rips a torrent of butt rockets in my face that stinks of rancid meat and broccoli, making me cough–though it’s muffled with me being smothered by his bubbly orbs.

I shouldn’t, but I’m becoming aroused.

Still gripping the back of my head, he pulls my face away from his ass. I look up over his fleshy hillsides, which he calls butt cheeks, meeting his steely grey eyes. 

“Tongue my hole. Now!” He growls through clenched teeth. 

Things go dark again as I’m roughly shoved in between his boulder-sized cheeks.

My brain short-circuits as I feel my lips press against the fleshy, puckered, balloon-knot. This guy–who has anger issues and who I thought was straight–wants me, a man, to eat him out?

My mental conundrum is ended by Randy flexing his meaty thighs around my head and putting on the pressure.

“That wasn’t a request. Now get to tonguing,” he practically snarls.

Rational thinking takes a backseat to self-preservation. I extend my tongue and start licking his sweaty, wrinkly hole. I circle it with the tip of my tongue, tasting him, and I love it. It tastes salty, a bit spicy, and undeniably masculine.

His quads, wrapped around my head, relax a bit–his grip on the back of my head remains firm, holding my face in place–and I feel his big body shudder, and he lets out a quiet, pleasure-filled moan. 

I flatten my tongue, licking broad strips against the pucker, wanting him to relax so it will open for me. 

Randy’s completely here for it. “Fuck yeah, fart-bitch, taste me, inside and out. GGH… Emphasis on inside… NGH”

I feel his asshole lips open and push outward.

MMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRVVVVVVPPPPPPP

He pushes out a 5-second fart that warms the surface of my tongue and rockets down my throat.

I break, I’m no longer doing this out of fear, I’m doing this out of sexual desire.

I start tonguing his hole with more enthusiasm. I dig the tip of my tongue in the knotted button of tissue and start wriggling it open slowly and pleasurably.

Randy gives a deep, wild moan. “That’s it, you nasty fart-bitch, eat my shit-chute. I’m a real man. I deserve this.”

He releases me from his headscissors. While keeping my face buried in his ass, he rolls us over with me lying on my back and him sitting on my face. It’s like what he did a few weeks ago, but gone is the hostility and rage. Both of us are swept up in primal lust. 

I start probing my tongue deeper and deeper into him. I can tell he’s enjoying this by the sounds he is making.

He tastes so good; so masculine and addictive. 

“Fucking right, fart-bitch, eat me! Eat all that I give you… HGH” 

PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRWWWWWWDDDDDDDDD

“Mmm, bet that had a kick to it. That was the spicy burrito I had before I hit the gym. Oh, hold on, FGH… here comes the chocolate protein shake I chugged it down with… RGH”

FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUU-MMMMMMMMTTTTTTTT

His nauseating butt wind inflates my cheeks and lungs like party balloons.

While still tonguing him, I grunt when I feel Randy flick the tent popping from the crotch of my shorts.

“Well, well, well, looks like you really are a fart-bitch. Keep tonguing my fart-spewing hole and I’ll keep gassing you, that’s a promise. Heh, Rancid Randy’s fart tank is never empty.”

I start pistoning my tongue into him deeper and with more fervor. 

Randy’s practically roaring and snarling like a wild animal.

He’s rocking his hips, undulating his fat, blubbery rump seated on my face.

“Fuck, you definitely want my farts, you desperate fart-bitch.” PPPBBBTTT “Fine! Take it! Take it all!” RRRWWWDDD “I'm gonna fucking drown you with my farts!”

FFFFFFFFFWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUVVVVVVVVV

While enduring Randy’s endless, flatulent rampage, I feel him rocking back and forth. I also hear a faint and repetitive, wet slapping sound. It’s not difficult for me to figure out what he’s doing.

The fact that this sweaty, massive man is sitting and farting on my face while getting himself off has me throbbing in my shorts.

“Hang on, fart-bitch, here comes my post-workout, morning butt-thunder; right on time. It always smells god-awful and is a real doozy. See you on the other side. Ohh… Ohhh… UGH”

BBBBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPDDDDDDDDDDDDD

3 minutes of toxic ass thunder explodes out of his hole, blasting my tongue and into my open mouth. His fumes taste bitter and stink of rancid eggs and onions. 

As his fart continues, my tongue sensually slithers and dances inside Randy’s warm and velvety internal canal.

“Mhmmmmm!” My shout is muffled thanks to my face being submerged between his ample mounds. 

Without touching myself, I shoot in my sleeping shorts.

Randy follows suit. I hear him growling as he thrusts into his grip while remaining seated on my face.

My shirt rode up to my chest during this intense ordeal. I feel several volleys of his essence hitting and warming my stomach.

At last, Randy rises. He pauses when his ass is hovering a few inches above my face and lets off a few purposeful poots in my face.

Pbbt, Rrvp, Fwdd 

I’m caught between coughing and gagging. My entire apartment is filled with Randy’s raunchy ass musk. I doubt the smell will ever go away, and I’m not mad.

After cooling down, I sit up and watch Randy hesitantly, worried he might break into a straight crisis rage.

But Randy seems calm as he walks over to his discarded shorts and steps into them.

With his back towards me, he says, “The way I see things, you’re the reason I’ve been suffering from a serious case of blueballs for the last several weeks. Sarah may have been a lying bitch, but she knew how to suck me off. You caused this mess, and you’re gonna fix it.”

Randy comes to a complete stop when the waistband of his shorts is just below his protruding ass slabs. He looks back at me, over his shoulder. I’m surprised to see desire and interest in his expression. 

He gives a nod like he’s figured it all out. “Yeah, so since you're the one responsible for getting me into this mess, you’re gonna be my solution for the foreseeable future. Around this time, every day, excluding Sundays, I’ll stop by after I work out at the gym, and you’ll eat my fat, sweaty ass and farts.”

His brow furrows in irritation. “And you better let me in when I come. Don’t think I won’t break down your door.”

This has gone from like 0 to 100. 

“This is my apartment, and I’m my own person. Don’t I get a say in the matter?” I point out.

He shoots me a threatening, impish smirk. “Deal with it, this is how things are gonna go down. If you got a problem, take it up with the big guy.” Randy says before tossing a thumb over his shoulder. He then arches his back, making his meaty orbs stick out even further.

MMMMMMMFFFFFFFFVVVVVVVPPPPPPPP

Randy rips a 5-second, quack-sounding fart, refreshing the room with his rancid-egg butt scent. 

I must’ve given something away because Randy looks so cocky now.

“If you have a boyfriend, or girlfriend, or some sort of friends-with-benefits situation going on, you'd better bring it to a hard end now. You’ve learned all too well that Rancid Randy doesn’t share what’s his.” Want and possessiveness are gleaming in his eyes, which has my breath catching. 

While I’m still sitting on the floor, Randy takes several steps back, bringing his bare, fat ass right in my face. I’m immediately met with an eggy- 

PPPPBBBBRRRRTTTT

 He then starts slowly and sensually swaying his hips from side to side, making his basketball-sized globes wobble and jiggle from left to right. He blasts my face with a string of poots as he continues to shake his butt in my face.

Ppft, Rhhv, Mtbb

“You don’t want to feel guilty about my swampy ass claiming another victim because of you? Do you, fart-bitch?” He murmurs, looking down at me over his shoulder, that possessive gleam still alight in his eyes.

It sounds like he’s teasing, but we both know he’d do it. I was his swampy ass’ victim a few weeks ago.

My mouth feels dry. I shake my head for no.

Randy’s lips stretch into a sharkish, victorious grin, like he’s the cat who swallowed the canary, while continuing to roll his hips and poot in my face. 

Fffp, Bbrp, Vvud

How do I even label this? Fart-master and slave? Fart-dom and sub? Or maybe it’s simply Rancid Randy and his fart-bitch? Whatever the title, there’s no hiding Randy’s possessive words and expressions. Could this be the starting foundation of something more meaningful in the future? Or maybe this is just about convenience until he finds a new girl. I’m not sure. What I am sure of is that Randy is an unstable and dangerous wildcard, so anything is possible.

Randy stops rocking his hips, bringing his bubbly rump to a complete stop, right in my face.

He bends forward, extending all that backside even closer to my face. He reaches back with both hands and spreads his cheeks, exposing the insides of his sweaty and hairy cheeks and his musky hole.

“Kiss it goodbye for now. It’s looking forward to feeding you breakfast tomorrow morning.”

I lean forward, burying my face in his toxic canyon. When my lips meet his ass lips, I feel them twitch before opening.

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'Oh yeh, this has done it' I thought as I finished the last slice of pizza. Extra meat and extra cheese, the greasier the better. This was on top of of the full fry up I'd had for breakfast. The cabbage stew for lunch. Topped off with a protein shake. Not that I'd been to the gym today, that wasn't the point. I'd just had one, on top of all that heavy food, to get myself nice and gassy. My stomach was bloated with gas and it was starting to bubble away inside.

I have been planning this day for a while now. Ever since I worked out my friend, Joel, had a fart fetish. At first I'd thought it was just the usual, gay guy fancying his straight best friend. I didn't mind, he was free to lust after my ass. Nothing would happen, but he was free to look. But I realised he liked it more than just to look at. I'm a gassy guy and my blasts can clear a room, but not Joel. He'd always make a comment on them. Hed sit on the floor next to me, said it was "more comfortable". No amount of farts would shift him. He'd just get closer through the night.

Now he'd never admit it to me, he was too shy. I felt bad for the guy. He didn't have much luck with pulling guys, maybe his fetish made it hard. So I'd decided to help him out. I planned a day of food that I knew would aggravate my stomach, get me all gassed up, and invited Joel over to watch a film.

He arrived on time, which was great because I could not hold these in for much longer. As he sat down in his usual spot on the floor I went to the TV and turned it on, making sure to silently release a fart and crop dust him as I walked past. He didn't say anything but I caught him staring at my ass as I passed. So on the way back to the sofa I turned and stood in front of him as I loaded Netflix, letting him get a good view.

Releasing another small silent fart, only this time in his face, I looked down. "Do you need anything?"

"No...no...I'm good. Shall we start the film?"

I sat down on the sofa next to him and pressed play. The film hadn't been going for more than 5mins when I let out an enormous fart.

PPPPPRRRRBBBBBB

After holding them in and only releasing the silent wisps so far, this one had erupted out. More than I'd planned.

"That was a big one!" Joel joked, laughing a little. "Gassy today? Thought I smelt one when you got up"

"Yeh, my stomach is rough. Sorry about that"

"It's fine. You know it doesn't bother me".

The smell of the fart lingered, it had a meaty scent, one of my better ones.

But I was just getting going. I let out a couple more silent ones to really fill the room. Letting Joel stew in my fumes. Never once saying anything. Happily sitting there, watching the film he'd say of course, but still he was inhaling pure methane. I knew my suspicions were right, no one else would have stayed in the room, let alone sit so close to the source.

It was time to push it. I let out a triple assault.

Prrrrbbbb

Pbbbbtttt

PPPBBTTT

Laughing as I unloaded I began wafting the air. "Oh man, they stink! Here, breathe through this", and I handed him a cushion of the other end of the couch.

Joel took it, faked using it as a mask for a second, then just gave me his innocent smile and placed it behind him. "Ha, thanks, but I'm fine, I'm used to your butt bombs".

Damn this guy loves my gas. Needed to crack him before I eventually ran out. I wanted him to openly embrace it, not just sneak sniffs from the side. I decided to give him a little treat to tide him over, until he was ready to open up.

The farts were now putrid, even for me and I'm used to my own flavour. The milk from the protein shake was really kicking in. But I was able to let out some quiet wet ones. I moved the cushion next to me down a bit so half of it was under my ass. Then for 10mins released a constant stream of silent farts on to it.

Casually I pulled it out and passed it to Joel, need another cushion? I could feel how warm it was from the farts and being flattened under my big ass.

Joel looked like he was going to decline it, then the smell must have hit him. Could have sworn his eyes glazed over, he took it and placed it behind his head but turning so his face was pressed up against the scented fabric. He wasn't even facing the film now.

I watched as huffed on the cushion, away in his own little world. The first cushion he had behind his back was pulled out and placed over his crotch to cover, I assume, evidence he was pitching a tent. I was thrilled.

"Hey, Joel, I have a gift for you"

"What is..." Joel began before being interrupted as I slid down the sofa and turned so his face was mms from my hole

PPPPPRRRRBBBBBB

My fart exploded in his face. I swear it blew his hair.

Joel looked shocked. "Damn, man, what you do that for?"

"It was a gift, I knew you'd like it"

"I don't like your farts"

"Sure you do! You're always sitting next to me, despite how gassy I am. Tonight I have been actively butt bombing this room and you have been vaccuming them all up. Plus you have been glued to a literal fart cushion for 10mins. Mate I paused the film and you never noticed!"

It was quite cute to see him get all flustered. He went a little red too.

"I don't...I just don't mind..."

"Don't worry about it" I said. "It doesn't bother me. I mean I've had no issue when you walked behind me on the stairs so you can stare at my fat ass, though I suppose you were back there sniffing it secretly. I don't mind when you make jokes about it. We're friends, it's just fun for me, and something you really want."

Joel didn't say anything, I may have doubted my instinct had it not been for one fact. He still hadn't moved. My ass remained hovering inches from his face.

"Honestly, just admit..."

Prrrbbb

"...you have..."

Pffftttt

"...a fart fetish".

PPRRRRRRPPPBBBBB

With each toxic blast Joel closed his eyes and sniffed deeply. When the last fart ended he looked up at me. Eyes watering. Clearly conflicted to unload his biggest secret. As seconds ticked like an eternity, the silence lingering along with the smell of my farts in the air, Joel eventually reached for his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. I could see it pressed hard against the waistband of his jeans. That moment of pleasure must have tipped him over, he looked at my ass and whispered, "I have a fart fetish". And with that he dove in, sniffing the back of my joggers and getting his nose up in my crack. "Thank you!"

I lay there, proud of myself as Joel pigged out. "You're welcome...

PPPPPRRRRRRTTTTTTT

...what are friends for?"

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