Just a spot for everything I gotta say "no homo" for.
Let's face it though : that's a lot of talking with my mouth full.
Don't gotta be gay to play Take it For the Team!
This is probs gonna be nothin but adult content : NSFW. Minors DNI.
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I need a man to put one of these in my mouth moments before he backs his ass up to my face, straps my head to his ass with a harness, and squarely positions his puckering hole inside my forced-open mouth. I won't be leaving until I eat him out and he's completely satisfied.
Of course he didn't tell me that he just had dinner - a whole plate of cheesy fettuccine alfredo and a pint of ice cream after for desert. And he's lactose intolerant. He wanted to surprise me. By the end of the night my taste buds will be fried and my stomach will be bloated like a balloon. All for his entertainment.
"Isn't this what you wanted bro? More attention, right? I showed up for everything, but you didn't. Now, you're going to be spending a lot more time with me. It's character building."
Less than a week ago, my mother and I moved in with her boyfriend and his son, Jack. Jack’s the same age as me and we share a few classes, but we aren’t friends, nor do I want us to be. I’ve been doing my best to be distant but civil, and he seems to be doing the same. Not that I’m surprised. He’s quiet, but not in a shy way, more like he just doesn’t give enough of a shit about the people around him to bother speaking.
"I'm in weight training for my runs. I didn't want to wear the weighted vest today, but I made do with what was available. Right, Jon? Heh. BWORPPPPPP."
You couldn't believe your luck, getting signed up for the school football team. Admittedly, it wasn't a sport you were fantastic at, as you weren't really built for it physically, but you figured you could teach yourself and hopefully improve down the line. Besides, that wasn't even the real reason you were joining. All you really cared about was getting closer with the hot, perfect looking members of the team, especially the captain: Jason. You felt yourself so flustered for words every time you saw him play on the field or even walk past you in the hallway, and now was your chance to get up close and personal with him for real.
You entered the locker room and instantly felt your self almost double over. The air in the room was thick, musky and soupy. After coughing for a few seconds, you quickly tried to recover and overlook it. You guess you should've expected this, as sports teams weren't know for smelling too great, but even then it seemed worse than you were expecting.
Once you'd gotten over it, you looked around the area, trying to see if there was anyone you could talk to. Thankfully, you saw a group of guys leaning against the lockers, in their sports outfits, chatting with each other. You mentally prepared yourself for the moment you'd been waiting for, for a good long time.
"Umm, hey guys, how's it going?" You stated, walking up to them, trying to seem cool. Although, as you approached, you couldn't help but notice the strong, sweaty smell that almost seemed to be radiating off them. Again though, you tried your best to ignore it, as not to give off a bad impression. They all looked at you, rather annoyed that you'd interrupted them.
"Who're you?" One of them asked, looking unimpressed, and you suddenly felt yourself stumbling a little. Their stunning looks was making you feel nervous, as if you suddenly didn't belong here. Yet, you tried to suck this feeling up and continue with your words.
"I'm the new guy. Pretty excited to be here." You still tried your best to keep your cool. One of the guys just scoffed at you.
"You're skimpier than I thought you'd be. Why don't you run along out of here, we need proper guys, not weak looking bozos." You felt your soul crush a little as he said that. All that time you'd spent trying to get into this team, only to be turned away instantly.
"Nah dude, wait. Perhaps this guy could be useful." You perked up, and turned around. You'd be willing to take any kind of jobs, if it meant you could stick around and hang out with them in any way. Sure this place stank a bit, but that didn't really matter as these guys were the true main attraction, and Jason (if you ever got to see him up close). "Yeah man, we need a laundry boy."
Your smile dropped a little. But then you tired to regain it, as you figured you had to start somewhere. "Oh yeah, that's true. Alright nerd, there's a pile over there. You may as well get started." You looked over at the stack of messy clothes in the corner of the room and gulped. Nonetheless, you headed towards it.
However, as you did so, you immediately retracted backwards from the stink that was fumigating off it. You swore you could hear the guys snicker. As you got closer, you noticed it wasn't just the musky, sweaty clothes that were reeking, but also (to your almost horror) their underwear. Each one was tainted with deep, brown skid marks on the back. The sight of that alone made you want to gag. How could guys so handsome and sexy produce something so disgusting? You turned back to see them still grinning meanly at you.
"Guys, what's with the stench?" You realised it wasn't the coolest thing to say, but it was burning your nose and you couldn't ignore it anymore, especially this close to their disgusting clothing.
"What, oh you mean this smell?" And before you could react, one of the guys leaned to the side, balancing on one leg and squinted his eye a little.
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A relatively short, but strong fart vibrated out his red, polyester shorts. You stared in shock for a few seconds, that was until the stink hit your nose. It may have already stunk pretty bad in here, but that didn't help disguise the eggy stink that came from this guys ass. You coughed and began wafting it away desperately.
"Ha, not bad bro, but I think I can do better." Causing the other guy to also lean to the side, cocking his leg a bit and grunting.
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You coughed again and continued to waft away the carrying miasma. Was this some sort of sick jokes? The guys were now laughing and fist bumping each other, whilst you were choking on the flatulence. You had to speak up.
"What the fu-"
"What's going on here?" You turned your head to the source of the voice, and almost stumbled back when you saw who was approaching you. It was Jason, in all his incredible, sexy, buff swaggering glory. He was wearing his football outfit and you found yourself stunned, unsure what to say, now that you were this close to him.
"Who's this?" He asked, looking over at the other guys, barely even acknowledging you. The other guys quickly regained their stances and stood up straight.
"Uh, he's our new laundry boy, captain." One of them muttered. Jason then looked back at you and smirked. You weren't sure if you liked it or not.
"Oh really?" He then turned around to look at the other guys, his back and humongous ass, now facing directly in front of you. You couldn't help but gawk at it, until you heard Jason mutter something like: "Dude, pull my finger. Let's blast this nerd." Wait, surely he wouldn't-
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You were hit point blank with a blast directly from Jason. It was so strong, you almost stumbled back. A stench of rotten meat began to fill the area. You could feel your nose hairs burning. Jason turned round, now grinning at you.
"Just giving you a welcome to the team, with a smell of my protein farts." You could hear the other guys snigger at this. That was disgusting, how could someone so hot produce a stink so... vile? "Now then, are you going to get back to your job laundry boy, or do you need the rest of the team to give you a welcoming as well?" You then turned around to notice the other guys had turned around, also pointing their asses at you menacingly. You gulped at the idea of having to withstand more of their horrific gas, so you quickly nodded and headed over to the horrific stinking pile.
"That's better, now you better clean those quick. Cause we've got a match in a bit, and there's gonna be loads more left to wash." They then all left the area, leaving you with the musky, sweaty ridden pile.
"Later loser." You heard one of them called out to you. You then stared at the pile and couldn't believe what you gotten yourself into. You thought about wanting to protest, but were scared at the thought of getting anymore team "welcoming's" if you dared to complain.
(1 month later)
Well, in the last month you'd been working here, you'd completely gone off of every single one of the teammates. Sure they all had staggeringly sexy, near perfect, looks and buff body builds, but that was the highest praise you were willing to give them. On top of the stench in the room, they all acted like over grown children. Always picking on you, pushing around and throwing their used sweaty clothes and foul smelling boxers over at you.
That was another thing you couldn't stand, the stink of this place. You'd somehow gotten used to the musky scent. What you couldn't stand however was the constant farting. None of these boys had any shame when it came to their ass gas. They were constantly walking around and saying things like "Get a load of this one dude" or "Heads up bros, thunderstorm incoming" or "Hold on man, I got a good one brewing" before sticking their fat asses out and letting a loud, smelly one rip. The whole area smelt like barnyard.
Worse, was when they'd walk by you and point their ass directly in your face, before letting it out, which they obviously found hilarious, you not so much. They'd make some kind of comment like "Damn, protein shakes give me some pretty rank ones, am I right?" You couldn't decide which ones you hated more, the loud ones that gave you a jumpscare, or the silent but deadly ones that crept up on you with no warning. Either way, they always stank and distracted you from getting your job done. Not that they really cared, it just seemed like they enjoyed having someone to torment.
And, seeing how we were on the subject of horrid acts, their toilet habits were just as vile, sadly. At first, you'd been glad that there was a bathroom in the locker room, cause it meant that you didn't have to track all the way through the school to use the other closest toilet, having to hold it in. Unfortunately, this was what you'd been forced to resort to. Whenever the guys were in there, they always managed to leave behind a stink so bad, that it nearly blinded you. You tried not to think about it, but it was quite hard to do, when they'd often come over to you after finishing in their, proudly announcing that they just taken a huge, smelly dump in that toilet, before blasting you with a disgusting post-dump fart.
However, the worst one out of all the guys was Jason. He was always going around either demanding you to get stuff done, bragging about his weekend with some girl, or challenging the teammates to a farting contest/game of battleshits in the bathroom, which you didn't know what that was, and didn't want to find out (Though you could often hear loud farts, plops and splashes come from in there, always followed by him or one of the others calling out something like: "Damn dude, hit/you sank my battleshit haha". It made you want to vomit). He would also try to use you as a judge, but you always managed to run away and hide. How had you ever had any kind of attraction to him, or any of these guys? (blinded by appearances you supposed).
Well, you'd finally come to the decision that you couldn't take it anymore. You hated everything about this job, this room and especially the teammates. You'd always refrained from standing up for yourself until now, because you were afraid of confronting a bunch of guys who were all at least half a foot taller than you. But enough was enough, otherwise you'd be trapped here until the end of your school life (maybe longer). So, you spotted Jason chatting with some of the other guys and tried to confidently head towards him.
On your way over, you noticed one of the guys heading up towards you, before stopping near you and sticking his butt in your direction.
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A short, yet smelly, fart blew in your direction, reeking of rotten cabbage and other vegetables. You coughed and tried to waft it away as the guy walked away, laughing.
"Better out than in." He called out, causing you to roll your eyes, yet keep venturing on. Sadly, as you got closer to him, another big burly guy stopped you in your tracks.
"Better watch out man, I just dropped a huge stinky bomb in that toilet" he said, pointing at the bathroom. He then cocked his leg out to the side.
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"Hah, see what I mean?" He asked smugly giggling, before walking away, leaving you to choke on his post-poop gas. You tried your best to ignore the stink of his shit, and finally reached Jason. You could hear him chatting with the other guys.
"Yeah, so I tricked this loser into coming over to a sleepover with me and Brad this weekend. He totally think he's gonna get lucky with us. What a dork."
"Oh man, really? Brads farts combined with yours are so gnarly dude. They still haven't reopened that janitors closet after your fart competition in there." About a month ago, you wouldn't have been able to believe that Jason and the also incredibly handsome Brad, would've been responsible for an act like that, but now it didn't shock you that much anymore. You also couldn't help but feel sorry for whoever that poor soul was that was being invited to spend an night with them. But, you didn't have time to worry about that now, as you still had your own problems to worry about.
"Yeah dude, we've got snacks and everything- Oh, it's you. What do you want, haven't you got our uniforms to clean, laundry boy?" Jason turned to you, looking unimpressed and clearly wishing to get rid of you. You felt the worry beginning to buckle you, but sucked up your pride and decided to let it out.
"I've come to resign, I can't stand working here anymore. It truly stinks to high heaven, and it's getting in the way of my focus. Please just let me leave, and I promise not to bother you all anymore." It came out a little meaner than you'd intended and you begged that it wouldn't sour their opinions about this whole ask.
To your surprise, Jason gave a little smirk. "Sure man, if you wanna leave, that's up to you." Really, that worked? The other teammates looked a little surprised as well.
"Really bro, you're gonna let him go?"
"Sure, as long as he can complete a simple task." Him saying this, caused a knowing smile to grow on their faces that made you gulp. But, you decided to just try and push through it, whatever it was. You nodded, feeling a tiny bit nervous.
"Great, all you have to do, is kiss my ass. Just a quick peck." What?! He couldn't be serious could he.
"No way" you said, causing the teammates next to him to snigger.
"Fine dude, your choice, but your not getting out of here then." You swallowed, realising he was right.
"F-fine, let's get this over with."
"That's the spirit man, now get on your knees." He said, turning around and sticking his ass out in your face. You clambered onto your knees and leaned in to give it a quick peck, trying to think about anything else in that moment. However, it was really hard to with the sweaty, musky scent that was radiating from Jason's shorts. You bit your lip and began to lean in, before you heard Jason stop you.
"No, no man, I want you to kiss my bare ass." You looked up in horror. He wouldn't make you do that, would he? Oh who're you kidding, of course he would. He then grabbed the waistband of his shorts, revealing his boxers, which had the biggest brown streak you'd ever seen down the centre of his white underwear, making you shake in terror. This was followed by him pulling that down as well, revealing his large, plump, hairy and unkempt bare ass. A month ago, you would've given an arm and a leg to see this, but now, you were wishing for the exact opposite.
"I'm just warning you man, I played a long game of battleshits earlier, and I totally clogged the toilet. That's what eggs'll do to my bowels. Hope the smell doesn't bother you too much, hahaha." You heard his cronies try to hold in their mean laughter at this. It definitely smelt as though he'd barely wiped afterwards, and sadly looked like that as well.
You didn't know if you could do this, and tried to turn your head away to avoid puking. But then, you felt someone grab you from both sides and hold you in place, and you noticed that the teammates previously standing beside Jason, were now making sure that you were up close and personal with his fat backside.
With no option, you found yourself leaning in, squinting your eyes to look at it as little as possible (a reaction you never thought you would've had with his ass), and tried to kiss his cheek.
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You were suddenly hit by a direct blast to the face. You'd been having to deal with the entire teams butt blasts for the last month now, but never from the bare source directly to the face. Also, Jason wasn't lying about the eggs, because the stink that followed was significantly pungent of them. You stopped to cough and regain your mental stance.
"Oops, sorry. I think this first kiss between us is making me nervous, and I get very gassy when I'm nervous." Jason said, in an mockingly, almost baby like voice, causing the teammates next to me to nearly burst out laughing. You quickly tried to shake this off. You should've known he wouldn't make it easy. Nevertheless, you tried again.
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As you tried to bring your head in closer, you were blasted by another fearsome stink, combined with a wind that actually blew your hair back a little. The following pungency was just as bad, if not worse, than the hit before and you turned your head away to avoid gagging.
"Aww, looks like my ass wants to blow you some kisses. Well, don't be rude and kiss it back." There was a cruel tone to his voice that ticked you the wrong way. It gave you an urge to want to prove him wrong and just get out of this whole situation.
"Nice one Jason."
"That's why you're our captain, dude."
"Don't kill him bro, haha."
"Sick farts man."
You turned your head up in shock to see what looked like the entire football team was now surrounding you and Jason in a circle, cheering him on. Was this some sort of sick entertainment to them, a circus where Jason was the ring master and you were the animal?
"Well come on, laundry boy, we're all waiting." Came Jason's taunting voice, snapping you back to reality. You'd finally grown tired of this constant torment from all of them, and you weren't throwing away your chance of escape now, not for just a few farts. You leaned in again.
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Once again, you retracted backward. "What did you eat?" You asked through a coughing fit. Instantly, you realised this question was a mistake, as Jason chuckled.
"Oh you know, just some good proteins and veg. Like cabbage..."
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"Beans"
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"A nice shake"
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"And don't forget the eggs"
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He punctuated every single sentence with a blast of flatulence to your face. You could hear his taunting laughter as you laid back. Not only were you feeling sick from the smell, but the lack of oxygen was making your head feel woozy. But you couldn't let him win. You didn't know how much longer you had before passing out though. You could still hear the other teammates laughing and cheering him on, pushing you to want to get them out of your life even more. So, you got up and leant in...
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Once more, as you leant in, Jason grunted slightly again before letting out a low pitched tuba sounding fart directly towards you. This time though, you wouldn't let it bother you. You tried to lean in still.
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However, try as you might, you couldn't lean in, no matter how hard you forced yourself to. It was then that you realised that the wind and force from Jason's current fart was so strong that it was holding you back, never mind just blowing your hair. It wasn't even that his goons were holding you in place, as they only held your lower body. His fart was seriously that powerful. How was this possible?
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It was still going at a loud roaring speed, and starting to sound wet now. Was this some kind of super power for Jason? He always had seemed to fart on command whenever he felt like it. Eventually, you couldn't take it anymore, and feel onto your back, almost paralysed from the sheer power and miasma of his backblast. As you did so, his seemingly endless fart, finally stopped with a: Quack.
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"Ah, that felt good. Awww, that's a shame man, guess you're not going anywhere." Jason said, looking down at you and finally pulling up his short, stuffing his bulbous posterior back inside his shorts. You couldn't say anything, as you just laid there, soaking up his noxious fumes. Jason leant down on top of you, smirking. "Well, you'd better get back to the laundry pile. Also, I'm treating the team to protein shakes." You heard the team cheer gleefully and felt your stomach drop in fear.
"So you better get ready dude, cause we're all gonna have a farting contest when we get back, followed by a nice game of battleshits, so get a plunger ready, cause those things go right through us and it's gonna totally reek. See you next later man, and get back to washing our stuff." With that Jason, got up and headed out. You looked up at him and got a fine look at his bouncing jiggling ass cheeks, something you never wished to be up close with again.
The other team then followed him out, chatting and laughing with each other, presumably about your defeat just now. A few of them let out loud, strong toots as they headed for the door, leaving behind another eggy, meaty stench in your wake.
You groaned as you got up and looked back at the large, sweaty, steaming laundry pile. You supposed that this was your life now. You wondered if you could tell anyone, but who would believe you? They were the hottest and most well respected guys in school after all. You sighed and got to work, picking up a brown skid marked pair of white boxers and gagging. What had once seemed like a dream come true, was now a complete nightmare.
You sighed, leaning back into the large tub. This field trip wasn't exactly going how you'd wanted. You'd been trying your hardest to get the attention of at least get one of the good looking guys, but to no avail. Still, at least you had the room to yourself right now. Though you couldn't be asked to switch on the bubbles, cause you disliked them and found it distracting. So you just sat there in the clear, hot water.
"Oh, you're in here?" You jumped and looked behind you, to see Brad standing there, in nothing but his swimming trunks and flipflops. He looked a little annoyed, but you were too distracted by his perfect body physique. "You gonna be in here long?" He asked, sounding impatient.
You stuttered a little. You didn't want to leave as you finally had the chance to be in contact with not only one of the hot guys, but literally the hottest one of them all. However, he did look a little frustrated. But then you realised that perhaps you could wear him down and get chatting with him, and probably make a move on him, if you got lucky enough. So, you decided to stand your ground.
"Yeah, seems like I am, you wanna join?" You were trying your best to sound cool, with a sly grin. Brad looked unamused, but then you noticed a small smirk grow on his face.
"Sure, why not, this should be fun." You felt your chest leap with excitement. Wow, that was easy. Brad then kicked off his flipflops, and turned around to climb into the pool. As he turned his back to you, you got a full view of his large, bulging ass, contained barley within his red swimming trunks before he settled in. It left you flustered and unsure of what to do next, you didn't think you'd actually get this far. Yet, here he was, sitting just a few meters away from you, shirtless. You excitedly began wondering what kind of things you'd chat about toge-
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You stopped and looked around for the strange source of this sudden sound. It was deep and gave a strange vibration that reverberated around the tub. You bought your eyes over to Brad, who appeared to have a strange smirk on his face. You were about to question him about it, when you saw the bubbles arise around him and burst, leaving thick ripples in the water.
Surely he hadn't, had he? Not around you. It must've just been an air bubble trapped in his swimming trunks, or something. Perhaps, a faulty bubble blower in the tu-. You suddenly stopped to react with disgust as the rich stink of beef and vegetables. Brad looked over at you, his smirk widening.
"Oh yeah man, looks like that beef and broccoli burrito's finally kicking in. Time to get the real bubbles going."
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Was Brad seriously acting so shamelessly like this? Perfect, sexy, enormous butt Brad?
This question was answered with an even longer roaring, underwater blast from Brad, with him leaning to the side and still having a smug look about him. This was followed by even larger bubbles, containing his rich, nauseating gas, flowing upwards and bursting at the surface of the water. You couldn't believe this, surely this wasn't happening? You wanted to wear him down, but not like this.
The stench then reached over to your nose once again, and you found yourself silently gagging on the rotten veggie scent. Brad appeared to take great pleasure in your reaction.
"Hell yeah, that's what I'm taking about. Let's get these bubbles going and get this party started."
He sounded so triumphant. How was this gross actions considered a party to him?
"You wanna help me out here? Though try not to push too hard, I've already had some pretty close calls just now, if you get what I mean."
He then let out a disgusting laugh. You looked over at him, shocked that he could even say such a thing. You shook your head, wanting to say more, but you were worried about opening your mouth with the pungent fumes floating around you. The thick heat from the pool was also only amplifying the stink from his flatulence for your poor nose. Brad picked up on your reaction and scoffed, seemingly unimpressed.
"Way to be a buzzkill dude, why do losers always have to be such wimps over a little gas?"
He then leaned to the side, pushing out another loud, bubbly ripper that let another fluctuate of bubbles into the water around him. Good lord, the smell... it was so repugnant, that you actually covered your nose and mouth. You wish you had a shirt on to block the scent a little easier, because your hand wasn't doing it for you.
"Whatever nerd, now either get out, or don't ruin our fun. Come on in guys, let's get this tub bubbling!"
Before you could even question him, about 7 or 8 other guys, all shirtless and in swimming trunks, barged into the room. You looked up in shock to see that it was all the hot, swaggering, sexy guys you'd been chasing over the field trip, now all right here in front of you, perfect looking bodies on full display.
"Smells like you got it going already, nice work man. Now come on, I got some good Steven stink bombs just waiting to fill up this tub." Steven said, sounding eager. Your jaw dropped, they couldn't be in on this too could they? Before you could even ask, they all clambered into the pool, sandwiching between you.
"Who's this dude?" Roger asked, making you sound like an insignificant object or something. Hearing them talk about you like that only crushed you more deeply.
"Don't worry about this loser. He ain't gonna be lasting much longer. Now then, let's get this tub going." Brad called out, to which the guys responded with cheers of agreement, followed by them all focusing and/or letting out grunts. Before you knew it, the tub was full of frothing bubbles combined with a stench so foul that you could feel yourself getting nauseousness.
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You couldn't bare this anymore, you had to get out of hear before the fumes fully overtook the room. You struggled desperately to leave, but you were too sandwiched between Harry and Chad, who had there arms leant over the side, leaving their sweaty pits directly next to your face.
"Awww, what's the matter, our pheromones not to your liking?" One of the guys asked in a mocking voice, causing the other guys to snicker meanly. You just coughed and gagged, not even able to give a response.
"Maybe he just needs a closer sniff." Another one called out, making your stomach drop in terror. Brad responded with agreement and suddenly began to shuffle around a bit. You were confused at first only to suddenly see his red swimming shorts float up to the surface of the water and your eyes widened in terror.
He was now completely naked, staring at you with a smug grin. Before you could even try to move, you felt Harry and Chad grip you from both side, brining you closers and Brad slowly turned around. His huge, bare ass floated to the top of the water, inches away from your face. Despite being concealed by the hot water, it still reeked of the recent farts that had been trapped in his trunks.
"Let's play a game dude, if you can guess what else I ate for lunch, you can go. But if you fail or pass out, then you get to stay here with us and be part of our bubble bath for the rest of the day. Doesn't that sound fun?" He asked, while tormentingly wiggling his at you. That sounded vile and you would give anything to get away from Brad and his repugnant ass (something you never thought you'd think), but what other choice did you have, being held here?
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Before you could even respond, a wet fart slipped out that you weren't prepared for. This time, it wasn't censored by the water, though it still left strong ripples around it. As you were assaulted by the meaty stink, your mind began racing, wondering how to respond.
"Oops, that one doesn't count, it just slipped out." Brad said with a menacing shit-eating grin. You couldn't believe it, you were already on the verge of collapsing into the gas infused toxic waste that was formally the pool water. You could hear the other boys sniggering cruelly at your expense. You shook your head and tried to get your head back straight.
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Another sound of flatulence filled the room, though you were a bit confused how this one sounded a lot more muffled than the previous one. Then you heard the bubbles popping and realised it hadn't even come from Brad.
"My bad bros, that café food is just bubbling inside me." Jake said from the side with a smug grin, not sounding even remotely sorry. Brad just continued smirking, whilst you coughed on the stink as Jakes eggy flatulence bubbles burst at the water surface and combined with the stench and heat of the room.
"It's all good dude, you know my motto. 'Better out than in'. But we want him to hear these ones." You struggled once again, but to no avail. You were begging for some sane person to walk in and save you from these farting lunatics, but that hopeful moment never seemed to come.
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Brad's blasting farts were so strong that they actually seemed to be filling up the entire tub, without any help from the other guys. Or maybe they were helping, who knows? You were so distracted by the paint-peeling stink, combined with the strong blowing wind, that you could barely focus on that. Some of the bubbles being blown around his ass made such a large burst that they splashed up and clung onto your face, further cementing the meaty fragrance into your senses. You felt like you were about to puke.
"Oh shit dude, I think he's passing out." Called out one of the guys, which led to a ruckus mean laughter from the others.
"Awww, really? But I was just getting- Hggnnn- started" Brad grunted, letting out another tsunami of pungent pool bubbles. It was too much, and you're body finally gave in. As you were collapsing into the pool, you could hear the guys cheer in triumph and Brad's success.
"Damm, guess the loser was weaker than I thought, still, I bet he'll make a great sweat rag in the locker room and a nice fart filter on the bus home. I call dibs on him first." Was the last thing you heard Brad say before passing out. As you passed out, the only thought you had left was your pure hatred of bubble baths.
Seeing how Jason got his own story, I figured I'd give one to Brad as well because why not. Also this story ended up being way longer than I intended it to be, lol.
I've always wanted to toy around with pool farts thanks to posts like this and this. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it (I promise to move onto new characters soon... maybe).
As they posed for a gym pic, Mike couldn’t help but wince at the smell of funky, unwashed ass at his face and the ominous sound of a stomach gurgling above his head. Since befriending the 10-foot-tall giant, he’d lost count of the number of times his enormous friend had ripped a deep, ground-shaking fart one so stinky it could make grown men cry only to realize, a second too late, that Mike at only 5'8 he was standing directly behind him, and took the full brunt of the blast to the face.
At first, his towering friend would furiously apologize as Mike reeled from the meaty rotten-egg, spoiled-milk stench of whatever ungodly combination of food had fueled the unintentional gas attack.
But as their friendship grew, the apologies became less frequent, and the attacks became far more deliberate. Soon, the giant began intentionally positioning himself in front of Mike whenever he felt the need to let one rip, looking back with a devious smirk before unleashing a deadly fart that sent Mike’s hair fluttering and covered him in a thick cloud of pungent gas that warmed the air and caused him to cough and gag profusely.
“Whoops, my bad, Mikey. You really ought to grow a few inches, little man anyone below my waist is just asking for a fart to the face,” he’d tease, struggling not to burst into laughter. While Mike's knees were buckling from the stench of the fart.
Eventually, however, he took things a step further. Whenever the mood struck him, the massive man would casually grab the back of Mike’s head and shove it straight between his doughy cheeks, the damp, smelly fabric of his gym shorts and the sour smell of his warm sweaty ass pressing directly agaist Mike's face. With an playful cruelty, he’d hold him there for a few agonizing seconds, letting the gas build up waiting for the perfect moment before unleashing a deep, long, blast straight into the shorter man’s face.
Trapped, with the giant’s firm grip keeping him in place, Mike had no choice but to inhale the full force of the hot toxic fumes, his muffled protests lost between the suffocating, musky walls of flesh. The first time it happened, he passed out in mere seconds the noxious smell simply to much to handle, he crumpled to the gym floor as his giant friend erupted in mocking laughter. Some blasts lasted only a few seconds, but others dragged on for a full minute or more.
That first time wasn’t the only time Mike blacked out from the sheer potency of the 10-foot-tall man’s protein farts But don’t worry he built up a bit of resistance, Eventually........
(Thanks for the support on my first post, I tried for a longer story this time hope you all enjoy, feel free to dm or send an ask if you have any ideas you'd want me to write about or just any feedback in general ☺️)
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