#gay farting
How your waist anorexic and then your ass is colossal
Your cousin was always a bit of an ass (pun intended) to you and loved to make bets with you that he knew he could win. When you two were younger he always got a kick farting on you, and he still find it humerous to this day. He take pride in his farts and loves to unleash them onto his victims. Wether it was his football bros, his roommates or his girlfriend, he always got a kick out of forcing any of them to smell his noxious gas. However, his favourite target was his younger cousin, you.
You were having a sleepover together because both of your parents were out of town and he was put in charge to look after you. Him being 19 and you being 16 was perfect for him, because his favorite fartsniffer was in his own house. After making and losing a stupid bet with him, which let the winner do whatever they wanted to the loser, you would find out what the rest of the week had in store for you.
“Get I’m snug fartface, you’re in for an unholy experience tonight!”
You spent the rest of the night under his monsterous ass taking every fart he had. All the while he laughed hysterically at you.
“Don’t worry! This is just day one! We have seven more to go” he said laughing as he pushed your head further into his ass. Here he unleashed a massive fart that knocked you straight out.
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Warnings/Tags:Face Farting, Hands Bound, Willing Victim, Masturbation, Keenan, Gay, Gay Farting, Gay Fart Story
You’ve been there for the past 30 minutes, stroking your hard cock. Your brain mush as you jack off to the idea of your best friend. Keenan has been your best friend since elementary school and even in your twenties you guys are still close. Pretty much doing everything together. Even when you came out, he was still cool with you.
Sure he did the thing every straight guy does and messes with you, and that’s probably why you’re here in your bedroom stroking on your cock. You feel yourself get close again and you immediately let your dong go. Thing about Keenan is, he’s hella confident. Like he knows who he is and what he has. And you know too.
You’ve seen his cock and ass without any clothes on. Honestly it’d be weirder if you haven’t. You definitely know his confidence comes from that large tool swinging between his legs. But that’s not what you’re interested in.
His ass is amazing. Like, amazing amazing. If given the chance, you’d 1000 percent let him sit that fat ass on your face. The thought definitely makes your dick twitch. You have to bite your lip and sit on your hand so you don’t go back and blow your load all over yourself. You close your eyes and let your mind wander even further:
“Dude, stop checking out my ass.” Keenan laughs and he lightly punches you.
“I wasn’t bro.” You respond in kind.
“It’s alright, I know this ass is the bomb dot com.” He makes emphasis by grabbing his cheeks and shaking them.
“You can’t be doing that shit in front of me man. You gonna make me pop a boner.” Keenan laughs.
“Control yourself man, or I’ll make you regret it.” He gives you a wink. You brain short circuits briefly.
“Wh-What you going to do about it?” You shake your head as you get a grasp.
PFFFFBBBRRRR
He hikes a leg up and grunts as he farts. Your dick takes interest and you try thinking about that girl that you hate so your dick doesn’t get any harder.
“I’ll make you suffer through my chili farts. I know you’re a dirty perv, but I know you don’t wanna go through that.” As he finishes talking, his ass fumes hit you. And fuck, that shit was ripe, but he was wrong. You’d totally get on your knees right now to inhale that gas directly from the source. Your dick also agrees as you notice that it is pushing against the front of your sweatpants.
“Shit.” You move your hands to cover your growing erection.
“Dude, you’re totally into that aren’t you!” Keenan points at you. “Wait wait wait.” He hikes his leg up again.
PFFFFFFFBBBRRRRRTTTT
You have to bite your lip so you don’t audibly moan.
“Holy fuck, you want to sniff my ripe ass! You’re sick man.” Keenan laughs and you try to sniff lightly so you can get that fart into your lungs. Keenan starts pulling at his belt and whips it out of the loops. “Hands behind your back.”
“What?” Your brain is mush with only the thought of his ass in your face.
“Turn around, and put your hands behind your back now. This is your chance, don’t blow it.” You do as he says and he wraps his belt around your hands. “I’m glad I made those extra holes now.” You feel him secure the belt and then he kicks the back of your leg making you fall to your knees.
He walks back in front of you and unbuttons his jeans, slowly unzipping his fly in front of you. He’s wearing the red Calvin Klein boxer briefs that you love. You get to admire his bulge as his jeans drop to the floor. You look up to Keenan and he’s staring back at you giving you a cocky grin as he kicks his jeans away and turns away.
His ass fills the boxer briefs beautifully and you instinctively lean in. You hole presses into his clothed crack and Keenan laughs. “I didn even have to tell you to do anything.” You aren’t listening, you just huff and get a good whiff of his musky ass. It’s everything you thought it would be. He begins grunting above you when a silent fart hits your nose.
It burns your nostrils as you breathe it in. Totally toxic and it would’ve made anyone gag, even if they didn’t have their nose pressed against the source. It doesn’t stop you from still huffing it in. It makes you cough but you don’t care, you need it.
PRRRBRRR PBRRFF
Keenan groans and pulls his cheeks apart. “Fuck, dude.” He pants.
PFFFFFFFF PFFTTT
“Yeah smell that.” He rubs his ass crack along your nose. “Breathe in daddy.” You wouldn’t have it any other way. You breathe in and lick at his clothed ass trying to get a taste of his ass.
PBRBRBRBRBRFFF
The fart hits your tongue and you moan loudly. The taste is terrible and you feel your body trying to prevent the taste but you keep your mouth open against his clothed hole. “Did that taste good?” You respond with a moan. “God you’re a depraved pig.” You shake your head yes as you go back to sniffing against his hole.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT
“Oh fuck!” He groans. “Fuck, breathe that in. Come on piggy breathe it in.” His hands grab the sides of your head to hold you in place. You loudly inhale and toxic fumes make you see stars. That one was rotten. “Fuck, that smelled bad, good luck gettin’ that out of your nose.” Keenan keeps your face in place as he shakes his ass around it.
“Alright, bud, time to take the training wheels off.” Keenan pulls away to lower his boxer briefs showing off his freckled ass.
Before you can dive in, you’re pulled out of your fantasy as you begin to cum all over yourself. Load and load spilling onto your hand and stomach, and even shooting close to your face. You pant hard as you come down from your high. You look down at yourself and see your cum covered stomach. “Fuck.”
You lay there for a while, and end up falling asleep. When you wake up from your post mastubation nap, you can smell the dried cum all over you and the bed. You roll over and grab your phone. A single notification letting you know that you got a text.
When you open it, it’s just a single text from Keenan. Do u no wut it feels lyk to get yo ass ate? You laugh and shake your head.
Come to my room n I’ll sho u is all you say back.
