I Have A Fart Fetish
This is a story I found some years ago:
l begin by telling you guys that my infatuation with my best friend's backside became apparent to me during our freshman year in high school. Greg was 14 years old and very petite then, maybe 1,70 m, 52 kg, and probably a 71 cm waist. I sat behind him in our math class. One day he was leaning forward to talk to this kid in front of him, he was sitting on his knees on his chair, and when he leaned forward he had his ass arched out right in my face. Wow, a blind man could have seen it, it was so close to me. That's when it happened, I'd never noticed it before, but something was stirring in me like it never had. He was wearing his Levis, and I couldn't help but think how cute that little red tag looked attached to his tight compact ass. The masturbation episodes began promptly at 3:30pm when I returned from school. I had never had an orgasm thinking about a guy before, but then again, I had never witnessed a site so awe- inspiring as I had that afternoon in math class. I blew my load in about 90 seconds. In my mind, my face was pressed up against the faded denim of his ass, my nose directly in contact with the middle seam. From the corner of my eyes I could make out the little red Levis tag attached to his right pocket. I imagined that his ass would smell dirty, and that really turned me on. I wanted to smell him so bad, I even imagined him farting with my face implanted between is taut ass cheeks. I had seen Greg fart before, he would always arch his back so that his ass would stick out during the expulsion of gas. I imagined him doing that same maneuver as he "ripped a beaut" (as he always says) directly into my face. It was at that thought that I had my first orgasm imagining my best friends ass. The journey of a lifetime was underway. After that first time realizing my attraction, I must have masturbated at least twice a day to my buddy's ass. The first time I actually made contact was about two months later. We were over my house; it was Greg and two other friends of mine, we were playing some poker. This was still in 9th grade I think, right before summer vacation. During the poker game, well, let's just say happily for me that Greg had gas. He must have ripped a good seven or eight farts. I thought they smelled wonderful. The sounds and the smells gave me a perpetual woody that entire night. After the game ended, my other two friends had to leave, but Greg had planned to spend the night. I moved the conversation to his farting (I'm so sly, am I not?). Anyway, I bet him that I could rip 5 farts before he could rip 5 farts. He thought it was funny, and he knew he would have the upper hand. And the bet, you ask? Loser had to smell the winners farts for the rest of the evening. Now guys, keep in mind, this really happened, I shit you not. Now of course, I lost. Actually, I won in my book. Even the five farts Greg had to produce were just phenomenal. When it came time for my first fart to sniff, Greg stood up and turned his back to me while I was on my knees facing him. He arched his ass out so that my face was now about 1-2 inches from his faded denim clad backside, the seam of his jeans running into his tight ass crack. He told me I had to press my nose all the way into his crack and hold my face in place for 30 seconds. I moved slowed until my cheeks were flush against his cheeks, hehe. I could already smell his ass, holy fucking shit, I was so hard. It felt so wrong, so forbidden, I was ready to explode. He tried to rip one out, but he was having difficulty now for some reason, maybe stage fright or something. I didn't mind the wait. Then it happened, a good solid, loud fart. I could feel it seep through his jeans into my face. His intoxicating love gas directly in contact with my face, it was so humiliating. I WAS IN HEAVEN. Of course, I pretended how sick it was, and just to cover myself that I wasn't a fag, I told him that was it for me for the night. He agreed. I jerked it 4 times that night quietly with him sleeping beside me. I'll never forget that night. I wished it could have been his naked asshole in contact with my face, nose, and mouth, but that's another story. By the way, my favorite part was how Greg almost was commanding me to place my nose into his ass and hold it there for 30 seconds.
l begin by telling you guys that my infatuation with my best friend's backside became apparent to me during our freshman year in high school. Greg was 14 years old and very petite then, maybe 1,70 m, 52 kg, and probably a 71 cm waist. I sat behind him in our math class. One day he was leaning forward to talk to this kid in front of him, he was sitting on his knees on his chair, and when he leaned forward he had his ass arched out right in my face. Wow, a blind man could have seen it, it was so close to me. That's when it happened, I'd never noticed it before, but something was stirring in me like it never had. He was wearing his Levis, and I couldn't help but think how cute that little red tag looked attached to his tight compact ass. The masturbation episodes began promptly at 3:30pm when I returned from school. I had never had an orgasm thinking about a guy before, but then again, I had never witnessed a site so awe- inspiring as I had that afternoon in math class. I blew my load in about 90 seconds. In my mind, my face was pressed up against the faded denim of his ass, my nose directly in contact with the middle seam. From the corner of my eyes I could make out the little red Levis tag attached to his right pocket. I imagined that his ass would smell dirty, and that really turned me on. I wanted to smell him so bad, I even imagined him farting with my face implanted between is taut ass cheeks. I had seen Greg fart before, he would always arch his back so that his ass would stick out during the expulsion of gas. I imagined him doing that same maneuver as he "ripped a beaut" (as he always says) directly into my face. It was at that thought that I had my first orgasm imagining my best friends ass. The journey of a lifetime was underway. After that first time realizing my attraction, I must have masturbated at least twice a day to my buddy's ass. The first time I actually made contact was about two months later. We were over my house; it was Greg and two other friends of mine, we were playing some poker. This was still in 9th grade I think, right before summer vacation. During the poker game, well, let's just say happily for me that Greg had gas. He must have ripped a good seven or eight farts. I thought they smelled wonderful. The sounds and the smells gave me a perpetual woody that entire night. After the game ended, my other two friends had to leave, but Greg had planned to spend the night. I moved the conversation to his farting (I'm so sly, am I not?). Anyway, I bet him that I could rip 5 farts before he could rip 5 farts. He thought it was funny, and he knew he would have the upper hand. And the bet, you ask? Loser had to smell the winners farts for the rest of the evening. Now guys, keep in mind, this really happened, I shit you not. Now of course, I lost. Actually, I won in my book. Even the five farts Greg had to produce were just phenomenal. When it came time for my first fart to sniff, Greg stood up and turned his back to me while I was on my knees facing him. He arched his ass out so that my face was now about 1-2 inches from his faded denim clad backside, the seam of his jeans running into his tight ass crack. He told me I had to press my nose all the way into his crack and hold my face in place for 30 seconds. I moved slowed until my cheeks were flush against his cheeks, hehe. I could already smell his ass, holy fucking shit, I was so hard. It felt so wrong, so forbidden, I was ready to explode. He tried to rip one out, but he was having difficulty now for some reason, maybe stage fright or something. I didn't mind the wait. Then it happened, a good solid, loud fart. I could feel it seep through his jeans into my face. His intoxicating love gas directly in contact with my face, it was so humiliating. I WAS IN HEAVEN. Of course, I pretended how sick it was, and just to cover myself that I wasn't a fag, I told him that was it for me for the night. He agreed. I jerked it 4 times that night quietly with him sleeping beside me. I'll never forget that night. I wished it could have been his naked asshole in contact with my face, nose, and mouth, but that's another story. By the way, my favorite part was how Greg almost was commanding me to place my nose into his ass and hold it there for 30 seconds.
