Those shorts got OWNED! Some manly farts.
Those shorts got OWNED! Some manly farts.
The age old question, answered: What in the world do boys do at sleepovers? They fart!
Closeted fart lovers? I don’t think so! Rippin’ on command in a closet… plus a face fart at the end! What more could one ask for?
Hunter wasn’t much of a swimmer, but even he was mesmerized by the gripping blue water of the Atlantic. He and Kyle laid back in the water and relaxed. Hunter was in paradise. His heart sunk a bit when he remembered the school he would have to return to eventually. He put that thought out of his head, and decided just to enjoy being here with his best friend.
They got to their hotel alright after swimming. Hunter signed for his and Kyle’s room, and got the key card. Mrs. Hudson told them they had half an hour to get themselves settled into their rooms before supper. “Cenna es en treinta minutes.” she said, practicing her basic Spanish.
Hunter and Kyle had a room beside two other teammates, Marty and Jamal. Marty was in twelfth grade, and Jamal was in the eleventh. The closest adult was Mrs. Hudson, who happened to have a room on the next floor. Hunter felt a little insecure without an adult around, but he saw that his neighbors were excited to be free like this.
“This is an awesome room!” exclaimed Kyle, flopping down on the bed in front of the TV near the window.
“Hey who says you get that one?” Hunter looked out the window, only to see Jamal opening it from the outside, as the windows opened onto a roof. “What the f-” Hunter began.
“Dude, the windows don’t lock!” Jamal said, climbing in the window. “Better hope no rapists know about that window.”
“You’re the only rapist I see,” said Kyle, then ushered Jamal out the door. “Well I guess we won’t be needing two keys.”
“Whatever you say. You be a monkey, and I’ll use a door like a civilized man.”
“It’s almost time for dinner. Ok, Hunter. You have to fart in my face now.” He looked at his feet. “We’d best get this over with.”
Hunter had some gas, but wanted to wait until after dinner so it would be even better gas to blow in his friend’s face. “Not right now. After dinner.” Kyle walked over to him.
“Now, Hunter. I’m not letting you fuel up. I’m not that dim.” Hunter started to walk towards the door, when Kyle halted him by hugging his legs. “Get this over with!” Kyle nestled his face in Hunter’s butt. Hunter, of course, was surprised. He liked the feeling of his best friend’s face against his butt. “Fart, danm you!” Kyle yelled. Hunter decided he might as well oblige. He needed to push a bit, so it was very loud coming out. It was only a quick blast, but Hunter was sure Kyle would find it very stinky.
“Happy?” Hunter said as Kyle got up. Kyle didn’t seem at all upset by the gas he just recieved. “Remember, we agreed on two farts. You’ll have to take one after supper, too.” Kyle nodded. He and Hunter left for supper.
Even during the meal, Hunter could feel the gas building. He was cautious, because this was his first meal in Cuba, so he took very few things from the buffet. The main part of his dish was rice with beans in it. Hunter thought it was delicious, and the fact that it made him gassy was a great bonus. Kyle was mostly only dining on the bean rice, too, so Hunter knew that this night was full of possibilities.
“Ready to sniff some serious fart?” Hunter asked Kyle as the entered the room. Hunter’s stomach was rumbling from the gas within.
“Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”
“Lie down on your bed and wait then.” Hunter said. He decided that his friend would be sniffing through his boxers. Hunter removed his shorts, then stood above Kyle’s face. “Brace yourself.” He said, then brought his butt onto his friend’s face. He made sure his nose was in a good sniffing position. “3-2-1!” Hunter counted down, then relaced his anus. The following fart was long, warm, and silent. It lasted 3 seconds. “Sniff it up!” He heard Kyle inhale through his nose. Deeply.
“That is the second worst thing I have ever smelled.” Kyle said from Hunter’s butt. “Right after cat pee-” on the last word Hunter farted again. A short blast, but it went into Kyle’s mouth. “Dude! It tastes worse than it smells!” Kyle got out from under Hunter, and seemed pleased by having fresh air to breathe. He took off his shorts. “That was more than two farts.” Kyle pushed Hunter backwards, and sat on his face. “Take this!” and he pumped 3 quick blasts up Hunter’s nose. Hunter got up, and wrestled Kyle to the ground, and plopped his butt on his face. He got out a pitiful puff, but was overpowered by Kyle again, and his face was filled witn more Kyle-gas.
This went on a few more times, the boys exchanging gas, until they started positioning themselves to smell each other’s gas. In that time, without any words being spoken, they learned that the other shared their fetish.
“I’m all out,” Hunter told Kyle when he knew his gas was all farted out.
“I think I got one more,” Kyle said. Hunter put his face into Kyle’s boxers, and opened his mouth. The fart was low in sound, and tasted amazing. Hunter felt Kyle try to force out another, but alas.
They didn’t speak again until they were both in their beds.
Quite wet for on-demand farts. Impressive!
Got to have some dedication to get this kind of compilation!
This big bro lays a nasty one right in his little sis’s face. Because that’s what they’re for, of course! Skip to around 0:55 for the fart.