Pizza Party Part 1

It was late Sunday night, as I sat alone in the college library. It was not only quiet, but almost entirely empty of people. I could occasionally hear the librarian at the desk on the other side of the building, but other than that, it was just me. Or so I thought. 

As I read my textbook, I suddenly heard someone fart. BWrrt! It was short but powerful. I looked behind me and saw a guy from one of my classes sitting about five tables away from me. He was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. With short red hair and blue eyes, I would always try to catch a glance of him during every class, especially when I noticed he was slowly growing a beard. He was shy and quiet, usually sitting in the corner of the classroom. 

With his fart, he was blushing, embarrassed. I turned back to my textbook, but I couldn’t focus anymore. I got hard, imagining what his fart smelled like. I replayed the sound over and over again in my mind.

PWWRRRRrrrrrt!

He farted again. The sound echoed throughout the building. I glanced back and saw his face entirely red from embarrassment. I chuckled and he looked up at me.

“Nice one,” I said before I could help myself.

Shower Date

It was the first time my boyfriend John and I showered together. John was slender with thick, black hair, and plump lips that I couldn’t resist. Every time we kissed I didn’t want to stop. He also farted a lot in his sleep, where I would always pull up the blankets to get as much of the thick stench as I could. I hadn’t told him about my fart fetish yet. 

It had been a long day at work for both of us, and we were ready to have a good time tonight. We had just finished desert, chocolate cake with ice cream, which always made him gassy in his sleep. We both stood naked in the bathroom, waiting for the shower water to warm up. I could feel my stomach grumbling with a fart building, but decided to hold it in as long as I could until we got in the shower. I hadn’t farted in front of John before, so I was eager to see his reaction. 

Game Night Part 1

The summer before college, my cousin Michael and I would play video games all night until sunrise. Usually it was just me and him. But when I arrived at his house, someone I hadn’t met before answered the front door.

“Hi,” he said. “I’m Ethan,” He had a buzz cut with bright, blonde hair. With a black tank top, I couldn’t help but admire his thick, muscled arms and broad shoulders. He wore shiny blue basketball shorts, his legs just as built as his arms. I was almost speechless by his masculine beauty.

He led the way up the stairs into the attic, Michael’s game room. As we climbed the stairs, I watched his butt bounce with each step. It was plump and round, as I pictured his buttcrack running deep between his firm cheeks. I couldn’t decide if I wanted my faced buried in his ass first or my dick. But I tried to shrug it off, as he was probably not interested.

“Hey Michael,” he said as we entered the attic. “Ian’s here.”

In the dimly lit attic, Michael sat on the left side of the couch in front of the giant screen T.V.. Ethan sat on the opposite side, leaving the center for me.

“Ready for another night of video games?” Michael asked me.

“Of course,” I said, as I watched Ethan out of the corner of my eye. I couldn’t help but imagine myself grabbing his large biceps, brushing my hand over his shaved head, feeling his hot breathe on my skin.

“Oh, and just to warn you,” Michael said. “Ethan and I have been farting a lot tonight. The milkshakes he made has kept our stomachs growling for the past few hours.”

Ethan laughed. “I think I’ve been farting more than you. Usually it’s not this bad.”

Just the way he said the word “farting” made me hard.

“Nah,” Michael said. “I’ve definitely been farting more than you.”

“We should have a contest,” Ethan said. “Let’s see who can fart the most tonight.”

New Store Manager Part 1

At the beginning of my new job at a grocery store, a manager caught my eye. Probably in his late twenties, he had dark brown hair that looked freshly cut, with bright blue eyes and plump bubble butt that his black pants fit tightly around. Every time he walked past me, I couldn’t help but glance at his butt, his cheeks bouncing with each step. He always made me hard.  

One day as I was stocking cereal, I looked across the aisle and saw him heading my way. Our eyes met and he smiled. 

“Hi,” he said as he approached. “I don’t think I introduced myself yet. I’m David, the assistant manager.” We shook hands, my heart racing in my chest. 

“I’m Bryan,” I smiled nervously. I could feel my face blushing. 

“Welcome to the team, Bryan. From what I’ve been told, you’ve been doing a great job so far.”

Suddenly, my stomach grumbled. I had eaten a chorizo breakfast burrito a few hours earlier, greasy and stuffed with eggs and cheese. I usually waited to eat burritos on my days off from work because of how gassy they made me, but today I decided to indulge myself. And of course, it happened to be the day David finally introduced himself. 

“Thank you,” I said, trying to ignore the pain in my lower belly. “I can tell you have a really great team here.” Again, my stomach grumbled. I could feel the gas bubbling. 

“Definitely. I’ve been here for about a year and it’s probably the best store I’ve worked at so far.”

The gas finally reached the edge of my butthole, as I held it in, waiting for David to leave. I could tell it would be a massive fart.