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Something that I don't see touched on often are Hyperfart stories except the reader is the one farting.. what do you think about it?
Hmm honestly not something I think Iâd be into. I prefer getting farted on than farting on someone. So I doubt Iâd write one.
Still a possibility thou just not sure yet
Can Mateo deal with other types of pest? Say I got headlice, can he treat those for me?
He can deal with any kind of pest: bugs, mice, people any kind!
Do be warned if itâs headlice heâll have to administer directly on your head
Possible side effects, ringing ears, blown hair, watering eyes, singed nose hairs, possible structural damage to the building, and horrid smells that tend to linger for a few days.
The Exterminator
You recently found a few roaches in your home which was only the start. Mice and other bugs started popping up so you searched for a cheap embittered effective exterminator online. You landed on bomb-exterminations. The reviews were weird though, âit worked but my house stank for a weekâ âsome of my stuff broke 2 stars!â Well it was cheap, and Iâll probably have to replace some items but at least it works, with the click of a button and the punch of your card theyâd arrive tomorrow. *knock knock knock* you open the door to find the most attractive man youâve ever seen. âHello Sir, bomb-exterminations here!â A tall buff man in a blue polo that was stretched to its limits stood in the door. âOh yes thank you come inâ you step to the side as he walks past, your gaze fixed on his big ass stretching his jeans to the limit. You regain your composure long enough to ask him how if he was gonna start in the basement and work his way up or some other way. All the man says is donât worry just leave the house for a bit since the gas heâs gonna use is really potent so itâs best to not be here during it and by the end your house will be critter free. He walked up the stairs and out of view. Though a little creepy you decided to follow behind him quietly so he wouldnât notice your presence, watching him from around the corner. âHe said gas, where is his tank and mask?â You thought to yourself until he pulled down his pants unveiling his bare ass cheeks BBRRPPPBBTTTTTTTTT The large man ripped a fat one, green gas spilling out from his huge ass. The gas quickly making its way down the hall BBRPBBTTTTTT into every room PPRRRTTTTTT and every floor BBRRTTTTTTT. You couldnât help but be turns on, the sheer power of his ass had you hooked. You saw mice and bugs falling over from the smell it was impressive and quite scary. You accidentally took a full inhale, his gas toxic you tried to hold in your coughs but the smell was too much. You coughed and gagged much like the critters you were trying to get rid of. He noticed you as you fell over onto the floor his gas too strong. You awoke outside on your lawn the fresh air feeling like the first sip of water after traveling the dessert. You look to your left to see the man standing over you making sure youâre okay. âI did warn you sir. I would apologize but by the look of your friend there I can tell you enjoyed it.â I massive bulge was in your pants but as you hunched over, hands covering your face red. PPPRRBBBTTT âWhew even out there they tend to linger for a while.â The man said while waving his arm behind his ass. âIm Mateo by the way.â He hands you a piece of paper with a number on it. âIâll leave you this so you can always reach me personally for my services.â He winks at you and rips another tiny but still potent fart that leaves you dazed.
So I finished making the discord. There will be a few hiccups here and there itâs the first time Iâve ever made a discord server so please be patient with me and come to me with any problems that occur.
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Bruce was on the top of his game, he trained for months preparing for this match. Constant workout and a meal plan that would maximize his calories and energy produced. The morning of his big game he ate extra bacon eggs, and drank three protein shakes on the way to get as much protein as he could. He could feel everything he ingested working but the pressure he felt inside was growing. The changing room was busy with all Bruceâs teammates getting pumped up for the game, while Bruce sat on a bench nursing his aching tummy as the pressure kept growing. With the blow of a whistle the changing room was empty everyone rushing to the field. Bruce rushed to his feet and pulled on his shorts. He lifted his leg up hoping to relieve some of the pressure, a loud PPPPPPPRRRRTTTTTT escaping his ass rattling and opening some of the lockers - a green haze taking over the room. Bruce feeling a bit of relief runs out of the room to meet his team on the field. The game starts as players clash - Bruce struggling to keep whatever was brewing inside. As the game went on his pain grew with the pressure inside. As an opener tried to grab the ball from Bruce he accidentally grabbed onto his shorts pulling them down. That was the final straw as Bruce couldnât hold it in any more - BBBBBBRRRRPPPPTPTTTTTT. The loudest deposed fart anyoneâs ever heard shot of out Bruceâs ass like thunder. Actually more thunderous than thunder, it was as if a nuke erupted and the arena was ground zero. The grass was scorched, items went flying. The whole building was shaking as a noxious cloud smelling of eggs and rotted meat quickly enveloped the arena and surrounding area. Anyone that was unlucky and that was everyone fell unconscious to the smell that quickly invaded their senses. Bruce stood there in the middle his shorts completely blown to pieces embarrassed âExcuse meâ
Continuation...
The sports recap show kept replaying the video of Frank pulling down Bruce's pants just to get face farted and shot across the field. "That was Face Fart Frank," the show host said as he and the other men laughed, "Bruce-y fart shot him far but I think he fumbled the dismount," "I still give it nine farts out of ten," The reporter lifted his butt pretended to fart. The recap played again but this time after he was shot across the field and passed out they put cartoon stink emoji's on Franks face.
All the shows were like this and Frank listened attentively all day in bed as he beat his meat. He held his dirty jersey in one hand and deeply inhaled the lingering fart stink on it (even though after showering twice he still smelt of Bruce's ass blast) as he stroked his dick - the precum leaking out like a faucet. He continued to goon as he listened to his utter humiliation.
"Do you think it was the teams intention to gas the opposing teams best player?"
"No. Unless the team were okay with being gassed too, but hell, at least they weren't Frank" They laughed.
"Who? Oh, You mean Face Fart Frank? I doubt he'll play anymore this season." the men laughted harder.
The host clarified, "For those just tuning in we heard it from reliable sources that the, aham, incident, left a permanent stink that isn't washing out easily, so it's safe to say Frank is benched for the rest of the season."
"More like quarantined. Poor stinky Frank"
They played the clip again. This time side to side with a slow motion with a thermal imaging camera to show the fart exploding into Franks face. They played this again and again reverbing Bruce's real fart again and again until....
Frank cummed. He moaned out as jizz splattered across his chest and face. He had lost count how many times he cummed, but as he was about to take a break the host said, "Maybe we should call Frank and see how he's doing".
"Yeah, he can give us the play by play. How did it smell?" They laughed, "Was it the smell, sound, or impact that made him pass out?" They continued...
His phone rang (the show was calling) and he got dick twitched. He wasn't sure if he should answer... Getting off to this fart humiliation in private was one thing but involving millions of listeners seemed a step too far....
Bruce was on the top of his game, he trained for months preparing for this match. Constant workout and a meal plan that would maximize his calories and energy produced. The morning of his big game he ate extra bacon eggs, and drank three protein shakes on the way to get as much protein as he could. He could feel everything he ingested working but the pressure he felt inside was growing. The changing room was busy with all Bruceâs teammates getting pumped up for the game, while Bruce sat on a bench nursing his aching tummy as the pressure kept growing. With the blow of a whistle the changing room was empty everyone rushing to the field. Bruce rushed to his feet and pulled on his shorts. He lifted his leg up hoping to relieve some of the pressure, a loud PPPPPPPRRRRTTTTTT escaping his ass rattling and opening some of the lockers - a green haze taking over the room. Bruce feeling a bit of relief runs out of the room to meet his team on the field. The game starts as players clash - Bruce struggling to keep whatever was brewing inside. As the game went on his pain grew with the pressure inside. As an opener tried to grab the ball from Bruce he accidentally grabbed onto his shorts pulling them down. That was the final straw as Bruce couldnât hold it in any more - BBBBBBRRRRPPPPTPTTTTTT. The loudest deposed fart anyoneâs ever heard shot of out Bruceâs ass like thunder. Actually more thunderous than thunder, it was as if a nuke erupted and the arena was ground zero. The grass was scorched, items went flying. The whole building was shaking as a noxious cloud smelling of eggs and rotted meat quickly enveloped the arena and surrounding area. Anyone that was unlucky and that was everyone fell unconscious to the smell that quickly invaded their senses. Bruce stood there in the middle his shorts completely blown to pieces embarrassed âExcuse meâ
Ricardo was a rather handsome man, a beautiful face with striking brown eyes. His biggest trait; however, was the large pair of buttocks he carried around, and he was proud of it. He loved wearing tight pants that perfectly hugged his body and drew all the attention to his large gluteus. As he walked around the streets of Mexico City he stole the stares of many admirers.
After a particularly extravagant family lunch, Ricardoâs stomach began to churn ominously. A large amount of gas began expanding against his stomach, applying pressure against his distended gut. Ricardo knew what was coming, he was knew how gassy he could, and not wanting to embarrass himself in front of his family, he decided to exit his brother's apartment and meander around for a bit till the bloating went down.
As he realized how strong the pressure was, he decided to climb to the apartment buiding's terrace to finally let go of some of the gas.As he was climbimg the stairs to the roof, the increasing gas began causing him to cramp, the sharp pain reaching new heights and the consolation of finally letting go of it all being the only thing pushing him to keep going. When he reached the top, Ricardo turned to the city below, clenched his fists, and took a deep breath. A particularly sharp cramp made him bent in agony. The gas wanted to get out, and he wanted it out.
And then, it happened.
The first fart erupted like a cannon blast, tearing through the air with a force that split the clouds above. Trees all the way across town shook violently, their leaves blown off scattering every direction. Bystanders below screamed and clutched at lampposts, their hair blown away by the shockwave. Street vendorsâ carts rolled down the sidewalks as if propelled by invisible hands, and many birds fell to the floor. A strange smell, a mixture of cumin and sulfur soon encompassed the neighborhood his brother lived in, and as the beastly flatulence died down, the people of the apartment building began trying to evacuate thinking and earthquake had hit the city.
The force of the blast pushed Ricardo forward, making him land on his hands and knees. He took another deep breath, feeling the pressure still within him, and before he could even think a gas bubble disloged from his stomach and traveled up his esophagus, culminating in a loud belch. The sound was so deep it made the building tremble. The vibrations traveled down through the concrete and steel, creating ripples across the glassy windows of the skyscraper as if it were made of water. The echo bounced off nearby mountains, returning to the city as a thunderous roar.
But Ricardo wasnât finished.
He shifted his weight, summoning every ounce of power in his stomach. He realized his tight pants, usually worn in pride to show off his titanic butt, were a nuance that pressed too hard on his belly now, so he decided to undo, causing his underwear-clad ass to be exposed. As soon as the pressure of the pants was gone, a hurricane-like gust blasted from him, sending lamposts tumbling down the street like tumbleweeds, spinning and crashing as people dove out of the way. A massive billboard across from the building was ripped off its posts, flying through the air before crashing down into the nearby lake, sending a tidal wave splashing onto the shores.
The fart was so powerful that it formed a cycloneâan actual whirlwind of pure gaseous fury. It picked up everything in its path: bicycles, street signs, entire bus stops, and even statue. For miles around, people clung to anything bolted down as the wind roared past, leaving a clear swath of emptiness in its wake. The skies, now filled with the smell of Ricardoâs noxious digested meat and sewage, cleared as the cyclone scattered the storm clouds.
But even then, the destructive gas wasnât finished. With one final push, Ricardo let out a burp so tremendous it disrupted radar at the city's airport. The shockwave swept across the land like a comet, flattening tv antennas and even setting off car alarms in a nearby town. Tourist miles away watched in awe as a wave of wind blew them off their feet and made the trees ripple like the surface of a pond.
When the wind finally died down, the city laid in a stunned silence. A crisp, cool breeze remained, filling the air with the unmistakable aroma of cumin and digested meat.
Ricardo took a deep breath, surveying the city. He smiled in relief, gave a final nod, and descended carefully down the nearly crumbling building knowing he had caused so much destruction. As he exited into the street, nobody knowing he had caused such a disaster he told himself with pride, "no one can clear the air like me huh."
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Manhattan was dealing with some unusual weather today. Strong winds blowing throughout the city. Papers and leaves flying, trees swaying viciously and people struggling not to get knocked off their feet. A strong windstorm with a horrible stench attached to it. Some people thought maybe it was a fire or gas explosion somewhere in the city. Well they were technically right. A dude named Luis had closed shop for the day to let out the ever-expanding amount of gas he had inside of him. Thinking he was just fumigating his shop he let rip one giant fart so he wouldnât hotbox his apartment. Little did he know that his relief was everyone elseâs misery. The toxic stench enveloped half of manhattan. People passed out in the streets, the smell even makings its way into the subway. Trains delayed until further notice as many people, rescue workers and drivers included fell ill to the vile smell. As Luis continue to listen to his music and cleaning his shop not knowing the catastrophe he was causing. When will it end? Good question.
(Iâll post some small captions to tie everyone over for the longer stories)
Hey everyone itâs been awhile. Sry for not uploading it was busy for a while. There is a two part story on the way. Part one was written by @theleomarspt2 give him his flowers for it, itâs really good. Iâm working on part 2, but it might take a while sryđ . Look out for part one itâll be uploaded soon.
The Lake Date
Cw: Fart/Hyperfart content ahead
It was a warm day, and Lorenzo was enjoying his swim when a handsome young guy setting up his picnic not far from shore had caught his attention. Confindent in his smoohtness, Lorenzo swam back to shore to retrieve his glasses and dry off his hair. The sun glistened against his perfectly toned swimmers body, as his speedo hugged him in all the right places. Lorenzon continued to look at the guy who had called his attention, and he was determined to put him to the test.
As Lorenzo approached the guy, he felt a rumble in his abdomen indicating his stomach was producing enough gas to impress the guy.
"Hey, lovely day for a picnic"
"Uh yeah..."
The other guy looked nervous, not knowing why some handsome man in a speedo was approaching him. As he sat on picnic blanket, he could not take his eyes off this handsome stranger. Something about his slim muscular body and wide smile made him feel approachable.
"Where are my manners? I am Lorenzo"
"I am Chris, I take it you are practicing your swimming?"
"Haha that obvious? And what brings such a handsome guy like you to be eating alone?"
Chris demeanor went from shy to sad.
"Well, I was supposed to be here with someone... but he broke up with me."
Lorenzo saw Chris drawing into himself, and with an understanding expression lowered himself to Chrisâ level, putting his hand on Chrisâ shoulder.
"Hey man that sucks, sorry to hear that" Lorenzo said, happy to hear that this cute stranger was gay.
"itâs alright I suppose, probably for the best"
"Itâs his loss anyway, youâre too adorable a guy to simply let go"
Lorenzoâs compliment sent a shock down Chrisâ system. While the sadness from the recent breakup had clouded his mind he could still pick up on Lorenzoâs intentions. With the ball in his court, Chris found a little courage within him.
"Well you know, I did bring quite more food than I could eat and Iâd hate to have to take it all back, youâre not some psycho are you?"
"I promise I am not" Lorenzo knew well what his plan was, he could feel it in his stomach, so the question made him giggle.
"thatâs good enough for me, if you donât have anything else to do would you want to join me?" Asked Chris bravely.
"itâd be an honor"
Lorenzo said as he sat down on the blanket, in such a manner that his muscles flexed, trying to impress Chris.
The two men had a candid time, sharing about one another's lives. Chris got to share about how he was trying to move through life despite his shyness, while Lorenzo proved to be the contrary. The confident swimmer spoke about his passion for his job as a lawyer and his love for his more athletic hobbies. In between bites of cantaloupe and prosciutto Lorenzo began to feel a pressure building up against his back end, knowing fully well it was his time to see if this guy could handle all of him.
Both men continued their conversation, with Chris completely mesmerized as he Lorenzo's sweet Italian accent filled the air. With Chris giving him puppy eyes, Lorenzo saw a chance to start the betting process he always put potential partners into. A rumble erupted from his direction.
"Oh excuse me, hopefully this is not too rude but I can't hold it back" He said, and before Chris could process anything Lorenzo scrunched his face.
PBBBBBRRRRRTTT
A five second ripple exploded out of Lorenzo's muscular backside. Whatever moisture leftover from his swim seemed to evaporate. As the fart ripped a strange smell began to emanate from his speedo. It was like garlic, but with a smoky tinge to it.
"Haha my bad, you know, athlete's diet"
"Well.... it is just part of breaking the ice hahaha"
Lorenzo was surprised by how accepting Chris turned out to be of his fart. It seemed like Chris might pass Lorenzo's test afterall.
Both men continued to talk, Lorenzo's fart having loosened up some of the tension Chris was feeling. Just as Chris was about to try his luck at flirting he felt a tremor underneath his body.
PPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT
The subtle ground shaking turned into a sustained rattle that made the picnic blanket flutter. The flowers in the blooming trees that surrounded them began falling to the ground and being blown away before touching the ground, while a flock of nearby pigeons flew away startled by the booming sound emanating from Lorenzo.
"Oh damn... seems like my stomach decide to make a statement" Said Lorenzo quite proudly of the fart he had just ripped.
Holding back coughing, Chris could not help but to double over laughing. He could barely believe the absurdity of the situation. Here was a man who looked as though he had been carved by Michaelangelo with farts strong enough to cause small earthquakes. As bizarre as this was, it had an endearing air to it.
"Well," Chris said between bouts of laughter "That is a way to make a memorable first impression"
Lorenzo's proud expression turned into a mischievous grin. With a spark in his eyes, Lorenzo got closer to Chris.
"Memorable, huh? what if I went bigger next time" He leaned into Chris's ear and with a charming whisper said "Imagine, a serenade from my deepest end just for you... hopefully that way I can leave you breathless"
A rush of blood went to straight to Chris's face. Lorenzo's seductive demeanor, and its contrast with his unique talent, sent a shiver down his spine.
"A serenade? What an honor" he said trying to tease his companion back. "Well, maybe you can clear the park so it can be a bit of a private concert"
Lorenzo was taken aback by Chris's sudden confidence, but just as quickly he regained his composure and decided to take in the challenge. He took a deep breath and allowed for this belly rumble, announcing the production of new gas, ready to cause a ruckus.
As Chris was confidently smiling, Lorenzo reached over to him and pulled him by the back of his head. As Chris was leaned in, Lorenzo leaned in to make their forehead touch.
BBBUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRREEPPPPPPP
A loud, guttural belch erupted from Lorenzoâs mouth and blew back Chrisâs hair.
âHowâs that for a soloâ Lorenzo asked with a smug smile on his face. A few hikers nearby turned to look at the source of the explosion while Chris remained speechless.
âCome with meâ Lorenzo grabbed Chrisâs hand and and the two walked towards the shore. âSee those trees over there?â Lorenzo pointed at the island less than a mile away.
"Watch this" He said, as he turned back to Chris and pointed his butt towards the island. He inhaled deeply, the sound of his breath only rivaled by a roar that moved the top of his stomach towards his lower abdomen. He then proceeded to exhale, from both ends.
PPPPPPPPFFPFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT
PPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTRRRRRRRRTTTTTT
Two explosions exited Lorenzo's butt, the threads of his speedo somehow managing to stay together. The first fart, longer and with quite a cresendo, managed to form a considerably-sized wave that rippled accross the late and broke against the island, while the sheer force of it also managed to rustle the leaves in the trees of the island. Nearby swimmers began to try and scape, but were knocked over by the waves created by the fart. Sailboats began drifting away from the shore, and even nearby seagulls were pushed away by the current of wind. Chris simply watched with his mouth agape as the noxious winds from Lorenzo hit the island.
The second fart, while shorter, had deeper sound to it. The sonic boom of it continued to ripple across the water of the lake, but it was the smell of it that was the most impactful. A mixture of digested cheese and garlic, with a strange mixture of herbs that seemed to just have passed through Lorenzo's system made the first couple of birds fall into the water and seemed to turn a few of leaves of the island's trees brown. Lorenzo sighed, before relaxing his body and sitting by the shore, motioning for Chris to join him and contemplating the mayhem he had caused.
Initially stunned, Chris followed through and joined Lorenzo in looking at the the lake as it returned to its once interrupted tranquility.
"Wow" Said Chris "That was some next level"
"Haha I wanted to see if I could impress you, hopefully you're not scared now"
"I think I just need to keep you pleased now" Chris said with a smile on his face and a hand inching closer to Lorenzo's toned thighs. As Lorenzo was about to reach for Chris's hand a major rumble left his stomach, one that even send shivers down his entire body.
PPPPPFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTRTRRRTTTTTRRRRRRRBBBBBRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTRTTTTTTTRRSS
The deafening sound of a chainsaw emanated from the Italian man's butthole. The ground shook with as the sound reached its peak intensity. The force of the explosion sent shockwaves all around him, knocking lake goers down as they tried running away and causing most wildlife to struggle as they tried scaping what felt like the detonation of a bomb.
The fart's volume and odor soon became unbearable, even for Lorenzo who began coughing. He had little time to process the realization that he had finally ripped a fart that not even he could control was interrupted when he saw that a large wave was headed straight towards the island. As the fart began dying towards the one minute and thirty seconds mark, Lorenzo came back into his own mind after the gargantuan fart had taken him out of it.
Soon after he returned to his sense, he realized that Chris was holding to his torso, hugging him tightly trying not to fly away. Part of his clothes ripped from the blast while his face was pressed onto Lorenzo's chest.
"Fuck...... man I am sorry...sorry, the aftershocks are unpredictable."
Chris raised his head, a belwidered look in his face. He soon realized that he was hugging Lorenzo, and retreated into himself.
"Chris... fuck... I am sorry, I understand if you decide to-" Lorenzo was interrupted as Chris's hands held his face and Chris's lips touched his in a passionate yet sudden kiss, which Lorenzo reciprocated with gusto.
Instead of being annoyed, Chris felt a surge of warmth towards the man beside him. He could not stop himself from kissing Lorenzo, a man charisma and a butt capable of clearing a park. What more could a man ask for? As they pulled away from the kiss, Chris put his hands on Lorenzo's thighs.
"Well, your concert was impressive" Chris said smiling "and I hope you accept my request of a private one"
It was Lorenzo's turn to be taken aback by Chris's boldness, but as soon as the surprise wore off he smiled.
"I would love that Chris"
"Say no more" Without hesitating, Chris grabbed Lorenzo's hand and as both men stood up Chris began leading Lorenzo.
"Where?.. Where are we going?"
"First you are tellime where your car is and you are getting your clothes, can't have people looking at your butt after fart" Chris pointed to Lorenzo's backside as his speedo was not shredded and his buttocks were exposed.
"Then" said Chris "My place, I live not too far from here"
The sun shined on their path as the men walked hand in hand towards their destinations, both aware that a new beginning was brewing for the two of them.
Disclaimer: I do not own the pictures I used, the story described is 100% fictional.
Shout out to: @smellystars and @gassydumbjocks for giving me feedback while writing
Would you ever do a continuation of "A little lactose"? Honestly it's one of my favs
I mean I would. Iâm just not sure where to go with it after how it ended, but yeah Iâd be open to doing one.
I don't know if this would inspire you, but having a pov of someone realizing that the friend they invited over has hyper farts in their sleep and is attracting you to the guest room. The strength of the farts makes you want to have more and you can't help but try to silently be in the blast zone.
I should definitely check my inbox more often. Yeah Iâm more than happy to write this. There might be some changes cause thatâs just how I write but the premise sounds hot so Iâm in.
That school hyperfart story was just amazingly toptoer <333 I'd love if you wrote another hyperfart story maybe involving a strict college professor :3 whatever you like!
Iâm glad you liked the story. Iâll try my bestđ«Ą. If you have a specific pic in mind for the story donât hesitate to msg me. It might take me a while due to college but Iâll get it done.
Hello. Really nice stories. Could you do one where itâs a young, muscular jock biker boy who rides motorcycles with hot leather dainese suits and as he keeps farting the smell gets caught up in the leather and makes his entire body stink of fart ? Thanks a lot.
Sure, but this is a hyper fart account so if you donât mind can I change it a little bit?
Trailblazing
Credit: @theleomarspt2
âHe looks so perfectâ I thought to myself as I looked at him
Sebastian and I have become incredibly close over the time I started working in the chemistry department. I was just an undergrad trying to get some experience under my belt and maybe make some money on the side. Sebastian, on the other hand, was a pretty well-rounded PhD student. He was making a good living with his research and teaching, and was pretty well liked within the faculty. And yet, somehow, he decided to ask me out. Of all people that fawned over him this confident stud decided to ask me if I would be down to go on a hike with him.
âhow you feelinâ?â He asked, the sweat making his biceps glisten.
âGoodâŠâ I said, the puffing in my breath betraying and showing how out of shape I truly am.
âHaha wanna rest for a bit?â
I sighed, threw my bag on the ground and proceeded to simply drop onto the floor. After catching my breath and taking a swig of water I took a second to look at the scenery. It was gorgeous, we were not too far from a small stream with a very slow flow.
âHey, you want to see something cool?â Sebastian asks.
âSureâ I answered. Sebestianâs face lights up with glee as he starts to move towards the stream. Reaching the stream he squats, the water grazing his cheeks. âReadyâ he asks with a smile. âYeaâŠâŠâ before I could even finish the word an ear ringing sound exploded from Sebastian.
PPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHRRBBBBBBBTTTTTT
The once slowly moving stream began to fill with bubbles, Sebastian creating his own personal hot tub. Thou a bit away I could feel the vibration of his gas causing small pebbles and stones to jump around. I watched as the stream began to shrink slowly drying out with his minute long quake. The stream now nothing but a barren ditch, no water to be found.
âDid you see that? Impressive right?â Sebastian asked with a hearty smile. I stood up, amazed at what I had just witnessed. âWow, Iâve never witnessed something like that.â I said. âHow can such a hot guy rip ass that strongâ, is all I thought to myself as I watch Sebastian flex in the dried stream. He takes a step out raises a leg and letâs rip another loud but shorter fart.
FFFFFFFRRRRRRPPTTT
âSorry when the gate opens itâs hard to close.â
âSeb how is that possible?â
The proud smirk morphed into a puzzled face at first, but his confidence came back as he smiled.
âYou got a superhuman boyfriend, promise I will keep you safe thoughâ He said, with the charming deep voice I was so in love with.
We continued to walk for about 20 minutes, talking about the chemistry department and what each of us were doing in our program. As we walked, Sebastian was ripping burps and farts throughout but seemingly holding back. I am not sure if I should be thankful or not. On the one hand I am in love with how manly he is, his huge biceps, his dark beard, to have a man capable of such destruction was quite a dream when I think about it. And yet, in reality, it was intimidating to think that one fart from him was capable of dying up a creek. Would we be able to share a living space? What if one night he farted strongly enough it shattered the windows? What if nightly the bedsheets flew away from his farts? I guess I was lost in my thoughts and wandered ahead a little bit.
Fffffffffffffaaaaaaaauuuuuuurrrrrppppppppptttttttttt
A loud fart took me out of my trance. I turned to see Sebastian bending over few feet behind me. Though the I turned around within the first few seconds of the fart, Sebastian seemed to want to make it a point how strong he was as he let the fart rip for a little over forty seconds. As the fart went on the leaves behind him were blown, and the pungent smell, something akin to spoiled beans, seemed to envelope us, some birds even beginning to fly away to escape.
âNow donât go leaving me behind againâ He warned with a sweet smile, as he trotted to catch up to me.
He took my hand and said âHey, I have a little surprise for you. Thereâs a clearing a bit off the path ahead, we are so close letâs goâ.
We walked over about two hundred feet till we reached the clearing. He let go of my hand, threw his backpack on the ground and kneeled. He took a picnic blanket out of his backpack, a couple of beers and he sat down with his muscular legs extended.
âCome onâ he said âthe ground is comfy I promiseâ
I followed his lead and laid next to him, he passed me a beer. We started drinking and talking, he would start burping after every swing too, and I think he noticed how excited it got me cause they only started getting louder.
âSoâŠ. whatâs the surprise?â I asked
âTwo in one deal actuallyâ And saying that, he raised his knee to his chest and winked.
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âFor one I wanna give you a little test you seeâ He said as his fart made the blanket flutter and the ground shake enough for me to feel it. He proceeds to lead to his left, his round ass facing me now.
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âYou see you caught my eye since I first saw you walk into the chem departmentâ His fart was strong enough to push back my hair. The smell hit me instantly and I started coughing.
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âI mean look at you pretty boy, you got an angelic face and a cute slender bodyâ Though shorter, this fart packed a punch, enough that it pushed me back a bit. I could also see a cloud of dust and leaves forming as the winds kicked them off the ground. I ended up lying face up, eyes closed at first, but when I opened them I saw Sebastian standing over me. He squats, crotch to bring his face close to mine, a grin drawing across his face.
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âAnd I know you like me too, have watched how you watch meâ He said flexing. It felt as though I was laying right next to a radiator. âBut pretty boys like you canât handle dating a human with superfartsâ He said âYou though, you are holding just fineâ.
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He let out one last fart before he stood back up and extended a hand out to me. Coughing, I took it and proceeded to stand up with shaking legs.
âWell you passed your surprise test, and with extra credit tooâ Said Sebastian as he pointed to my crotch, which betrayed me as it showed my excitement. âSo itâs time for your second surpriseâ. He grabbed my hands into his and looked me in the eyes.
âKnow you know what my farts can doâŠ.. You still want to go out with me?â
I took a deep breath, his still lingering gas burning my lungs. Through the coughing fit and red eyes I gave my answer.
âYes. Your volume of gas will take some getting used to but why would I ever give up this opportunity.â
Sebastian brimming with joy, says on thing, âto commemorate this occasion Iâll show you something extra special.â He takes a few steps away and lays on his stomach arching his back, his butt aiming towards to sky.
âI donât want any clouds, ruining our first pic together.â And with that the loudest and strongest fart I ever experienced erupted out of Sebastian. The trees closest to us bend either their leaves getting ripped off the branches blown in his foul winds. Animals the vacuity scattering from fear of being enveloped by the stink cloud. A force so strong that trees a mile sway from his winds. I look up to see the few clouds in the sky swirly break apart and dissipate into the atmosphere.
Sebastian gets up with a sigh of relief, âahh, okay letâs take a picture.â
I walk towards him my eyes beginning watering, I steel myself accepting that this is going to be my life from now on. A smile forming on my face. I reach Sebastian and hug him taking a picture in-front of the clear sky.
âI couldnât be happierâ