Tyler has a kink and doesn’t know how to explain it to his boyfriend, Cody. He wants to have fart sex. He doesn’t think Cody will understand and he won’t go for it. Worse, his boyfriend might think he’s disgusting and it could cause trouble in their relationship.
But that doesn’t stop Tyler from having this dirty desire. Indeed, the desire becomes so overwhelming that he realizes he can’t deny it anymore. He’ll do anything to have Cody fart in his face.
So Tyler comes up with a plan — he’ll make bean burritos for dinner and right when Cody’s stomach starts gassing up, he’ll get Cody naked and in bed. At first, everything seems to go according to plan, but when Cody lets that first fart loose and Tyler sucks it down like his life depends on it, Cody freezes.
Tyler has a choice — back off and apologize or go all-in and give in to his most base desires… and hope that Cody understands.
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Excerpt
I hatched this plan the last time we had bean burritos. About two hours after dinner, while we were cuddling on the couch and watching a movie, he started farting non-stop. He kept apologizing and I told him not to worry. He tried to keep the blanket over our laps tight like an airlock, keeping the stench trapped beneath the fabric. But I made sure there was a little gap near my hip, allowing not only for the gas to escape, but for it to rise directly to my face.
I was so fucking hard during that movie. I don’t even remember what it was about because none of my blood was in my brain — it was all in my cock. After the movie, I excused myself, feigning a need to take a crap, but really I jerked my cock in the bathroom and I came so fucking hard I was wiping up cum from all over the floor and walls.
Ever since then, I’ve been thinking non-stop about that night. It’s been my daily bate fuel, but memories of it never got me off quite as hard as the actual thing.
So tonight I was going to make it happen again — and then make it go so much further.
The smell of burritos wafted through the kitchen, making me even harder. My cock was nearly throbbing at this point. I returned to the stove to warm up the burrito wraps, leaning hard against the oven handle in a desperate attempt to tame my cock.