Gay fart story

God, what did he eat? I'd heard him fart a few times, but never anywhere particularly close to me. His ass hairs tickled my nose, and they were wet with sweat. How could my own stepbrother betray me like this? You gotta get 'em clean. Matthew nearly sat down beside Derek, until he looked at the back and noticed Alex. Someone was sitting on my face.

Like I said earlier, he’s the nice one. "He's disgusting." "I warned you that he stinks." Matt laughed as he took another bite of spaghetti.

I kicked and fought and yelled, but he wouldn't let me go. He was crouched slightly, his pants halfway down his hairy rump. He didn't have very many friends ,however, because he was a naturaly shy boy. Oh! I forgot about the toe-cleaning video. "How do you like that?" "I'm done," I said, putting my fork down.

The smell of his noxious sewer-smelling gas entered my nostrils almost immediately. He was wearing only a pair of bright yellow gym shorts, his pale, doughy form shirtless and his big feet bare. "What's with the yelling?" "It's just Darren being a pussy, as usual," said Colin. The smell hit me.

I was afraid of what Colin would do if I told. Now that Matt was in on it, I was alone. Matt finally stood up, laughing. "Huh?" said Colin. I groaned.