militaryfartstories

[militaryfartstories]

Straight back home from a long week of military training, he is letting his sweaty, disgusting ass be showcased out of his pants.. He says before he goes to sleep “if you dont put your face in my stinky ass in the next 3 seconds, ill force you down there myself and i will fill your face with my horrible gas for as long as i want, and that could be hours on end”. Of course you failed to obey, but only because you wanted that harsh treatment that only underlined that you are nothing but an object for him to use… 😳🥵

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Army Aroma

They were on a mission on enemy soil. Jeremy accidentally fucked up the tank and soon, he and Seth were stranded in the desert heat completely visible to any enemy awaiting to attack."Fuck you dumbass! You don't know how to drive a tank?!" Seth scolded. "I... I'm sorry... I was dozing off... I shouldn't have gotten us stuck." Jeremy apologized. "You wanna be forgiven?! Get your face in my ass... all we need is for all this gas I'm holding in to spread into the desert and alert the others that we're out here... fuck... you probably just got us killed." Seth propped his legs on the dashboard and spread his legs. Jeremy took a deep breath as he pressed his face right up against Seth's crotch. "It stinks down there don't it? "Seth whispered. "Yes it does" Jeremy inhaled and sniffed to his hearts content. BBBRRRMMPPH!"Haha, fuckin hell, sniff THAT up." Seth reached down to press his partner's face tighter against his ass. Jeremy's eyes began to water as the gas burned his throat and lungs. He had never smelled gas so foul in his life. "Ugh! What did you eat?!" Jeremy whined. "None of your fucking business...I said sniff." Seth was going to blast Jeremy's face with farts until Jeremy passed out. FFFBBBBBRT! "How much gas do you have?" Jeremy coughed. "Quiet... they'll hear you... in fact I should probably make these quieter..."Seth tensed up and the air rushed silently out of his ass and into Jeremy's nose. "Fuck Seth... you smell like you fucking shit your pants." Jeremy cried into Seth's crotch. BBRRMBT! "I probably could... I probably did... this fucking desert heat is tearing my stomach the fuck up..." Seth was rather distant. He had no reason for conversation. The only thing Jeremy was going to do was keep his face between Seth's legs, and pray that the next fart would knock him out cold for a while. Minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days. Seth had yet to run out of gas. Jeremy was still pressed tightly against Seth's crotch and his tears welling in his eyes from the rancid stench that he was absorbing into Seth's crotch, only making his farts smell worse. BBBRRRRPPPPPPMMMMMMPPHHH!!!"Oh god! Please Seth! It stinks so bad!" Jeremy whimpered between Seth's legs. "Just sniff it bro. Smell my fucking wrath. Oh wait, hold on, oh oh OH!,” with Seth scrunching his face, Seth squeezed his thighs together, trapping Jeremy's head into his crotch and squeezing as tight as possible. The next fart absolutely destroyed Jeremy, and relieved Seth. BBBBRRRRRRRBBBBBMMMPPPHHRT! "OH yeah..." Seth felt so much relief after that blast. Jeremy's cock had started oozing cum. His face continually blasted by more stinky gas from Seth, he passed out in the heat of the desert, hoping they'd be rescued soon. Jeremy awoke in a hospital bed on the other end of the battlefield. He was being treated for dehydration. Seth was sitting right next to him. When Seth saw Jeremy had awoke... he stood up, and walked towards his comrade."Well well well, if it isn't the fart boy..." Seth stared blankly. "What... what do you want?! How can I settle this?!" Jeremy was scared. Seth hopped up onto Jeremy's bed and sat right on his cock, and ripped one. FFFFRRRRBBBBBBRRRMMMMPH!!! Jeremy's eyes rolled to the back of his head as in seconds, Seth's latest fart made him cum his pants again. Seth smirked from Jeremy's reaction. "Dehydration. I'd like to think my hot steamy gas dried you the fuck out. Don't worry... I got more in the tank. Plenty more. An infinite supply."More... farts?!" Jeremy shook a bit. FFFRRRPPPPFFFF! "Oh yeah... and since your fucking cock tents up every time I bust ass, that just proves what a fucking fart face you really are... and unless you want me to tell the boys, you best get that sniffer of yours ready whenever I gotta fart to fucking blast... got it, boy?" Jeremy looked into Seth's eyes and nodded... it was going to be a pretty smelly eight more months.

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Dirty Desires: A lieutenants wet dream!

"Fuck that was loud! How's he not awake yet?" Jackson laughed as Brett ripped a fart over your unconscious face. This was a tradition among Brett and Jackson. If anyone in their squad fell asleep for more than 8 hours they would make sure to take full advantage. Brett was known for his mind melting farts as he didn't care about his lactose intolerance. You slowly dreamed of him sitting on your face and farting, much like what was happening in reality. As the toxic ice cream induced farts filled your willing nostrils, your brain used the smell to create your ideal dream scenario. With the pure ecstasy of him sitting on your face and farting, you began to harden. Of course, you had no control over yourself. You were completely immersed in your wet dream as precum began to leak and become visible to Brett and Jackson, who just laughed. "Turn up the heat Brett!" Jackson roared. Brett obliged, and his stomach rumbled. A 30 second wet fart followed. With its toxic intensity and little splotches of ass sweat hitting your face, the fart is enough to send you over the edge as you have still not realised what's happening. You begin to cum and your brain awakens you as your pants fill with warm sticky liquid. Rushing to clean yourself up you quickly raise your head directly into Brett's ass. You nose hits his crack at the exact moment a booming fart erupts. The smell is vile, and it is clear his stomach is expelling the ice cream from his system. "Now that I know you like my gas I'll be sure to eat plenty more chocolate ice cream!" Brett laughs as he stands up, pulls up his trousers, and leaves with Jackson.

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Ripping 9 to 5 - Sailor

(Re upload since the original was flagged for the pic)

Joining the navy seemed to be the only way for Sam to escape his parents constantly pestering him about why he didn’t have a wife yet, since he really didn’t want to have to own up about his sexuality, at least not yet. Also being a repressed gay soul he found the purely masculine energy on the ship refreshing.

Being a gay sailor seemed to feel like a bit of a stereotype for Sam before he joined the ship but when he finally did, he found out the rumour had some truth to it. He hadn’t seen anything too explicit but he was certainly getting a certain recognisable energy from a lot of the guys and some of them seemed to be very touchy with eachother occasionally.

But in spite of all of this Sam only really had his eyes on one of the guys. He didn’t even know his name but he saw him from over the other side of the kitchen sometimes. He has rust coloured hair and deep penetrating eyes which he had made contact with on occasion. But of course what caught his attention most was his beautiful bouncing ass which filled up the back of his white trousers very comfortably. The man also seemed to be quite popular and outgoing having an overbearing presence which made people around him want to get close with him.

In spite of all this Sam was quite introverted and struggled to find any reason to talk to the man. But he did feel a sense of urgency since he could tell that a few of the other men had their eyes on his amazing ass as well. He would have to make a move soon.

But instead it all seemed to happen by chance, and not go exactly the way he imagined.

Sam had finished his duties for the day when he was on his way back to his room to collapse on his bed. He was so exhausted he didn’t realise that there was someone walking close behind him so when he stopped for a moment to get his bearings the person behind him pushed right into him pushing him onto the ground.

“Oh shit shit shit! Sorry I should have been paying more attention you had kind of distracted me, let me help you up.”

Sam turned around on the floor to be greeted by the beautiful sight of the man he recognised from all the time he had spent staring at him, who was bent over outstretching his hand with a bashful smile.

Still lost for words and staring agape at the man helping him Sam accepted his hand and was helped up.

“Shit I’m so sorry about that.. I haven’t seen you around here much since recently, I’m John”

He said shaking Sam’s hand which he was still holding from helping him up.

“Um Sam, my name is Sam and thanks for helping me…”

Before he could continue he felt a sharp pain in his ankle and winced in pain his knees falling a little and he stupidly fell into the chest of John. He couldn’t help but notice how strongly he smelt of sea salt and sweat.

“Crap I think I sprained my ankle”

Helping him find his feet again John said apologetically.

“Shit I really did hurt you, well it’s a good thing my room is close my I have a first aid kit to see if I can do anything.”

Sam blushed at how kind the man was being but also found himself lucky that he was getting so close to John so quickly and it didn’t even have to resort to scheming.

“Yeah sure that sounds great, mind if I get some help though” Sam asked as he slung his arm around John’s almost comically wide shoulders so he could hobble next to him on the short walk to his room, making sure to get more deep whiffs of his masculine aura.

The cabins on the ship are all quite basic and John’s was no exception housing only a desk with some drawers and a single bed. One thing which was very common also on the ship was bad lighting so the dim light lead to an oddly rough and sensual atmosphere in the room.

John invited Sam to sit on the bed while he bent down and fished in the drawers in the meanwhile bending down so his ass was only centimetres away from Sam’s face.

The temptation was strong for Sam and the least he could do was take a weak sniff just to get more pheremones from this beautiful man. When he did the result surprised him.

Unlike the relaxing yet strong salty scent the rest of John had his ass was significantly more musky and dirty smelling even through his thick trousers. With only a short inhale Sam coughed a little prompting John to glance back at him.

“Oh crap I’m so clumsy today, my ass is almost right in your face and i guess it might smell a little bit, umm I guess if we spend more time together you’ll find out why.”

John was now crouching at Sam’s knee holding a ice pack to where the bruising was on his knee. Opting to be braver than he usually was, and overlooking the majority of John’s sentence having forgotten the smell Sam asked.

“So you want us to spend more time together?”

The question certainly got John’s attention as he looked up from Sam’s knee and dropped the ice pack in shock. His shock then turned into an interested smirk as he pushed himself of the floor put his arms on either side of Sam on the bed and brought his face mere centimetres away from Sam’s.

“I could see that working”

And after that sentence they both simultaneously joined in an hungry kiss. In that moment the tension in the room lifted as both men realised they had the same intentions.

Finally breaking from the embrace John stood up fully and walked to the door.

“Is it okay if I lock this?”

He asked Sam suggestively being unable to hold back a grin.

“I would expect no less” Sam replied lifting his shirt off and walking up to John as he finished locking up and lifting his up as well.

As Sam lead John by hand back to his bed there was a deep rumble in John’s stomach.

“Shit” Sam heard John mumble to himself “Not fucking now”

Lifting his head up to make awkward eye contact with Sam John asked “Will it be okay if I just head outside for just a minute or two?” Sam thought it was a little weird nodding but luckily John continued saying “Don’t worry I’ll be right back” with a wink as he walked to the door.

Unfortunately for him it rattled a little as he pulled at it and he tried the key but it was jammed.

“Shit, shit , shit” Another stereotype Sam was beginning to notice was the whole swearing like a sailor thing.

“You alright over there?” he asked half knowing the answer “Your ‘situation’ can’t be that bad can it I really don’t mind you being a ‘giver’ to be honest it’s a preference”

His lewd proposition went completely over the other man’s head who seemed to be sweating a little and looked quite panicked “No it’s not that kind of situation, well not completely…”

Sam was quite a naturally helpful kind of guy so he wants to calm him down walking up behind him. “Sorry I feel quite stupid I have no idea what you’re alluding to but it can’t get too much in the way of the fun can it?”

John was far too busy panicking looking at the door lock to fully prepare for Sam to out his arms around his waist and put his crotch on his ass. The motion was intended to revive the sensual atmosphere but all it did was increase the bursting pressure inside John and finally lead to release.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAP

The unmistakable sound rocketed right against Sam’s barely covered member and being completely in shock from what happened the pleasure from the powerful vibrations came as a surprise and lead to the man letting out a wholly involuntary moan. But of course right after this the rank meaty fishy blast of air reached his nostrils. Sam sometimes got really bad gas himself and working on a ship meant he was around some bad smells all the time, but nothing even on this level. It felt like the inside of his nose was burning and he began to wretch at the terrible stink.

Skipping all embaressment however all John could focus on was the moan that he got out of Sam. Spinning around the face the man who was violently coughing into his fist he said almost accusingly: “You enjoyed that, you moaned, you got pleasure out of that!”

His face lit up from his seeming discovery of a fart fetishist, not giving any time for Sam to recover from the smell he continued. “So I’m sure you can tell by now that I’ve got terrible gas, it’s pretty much constant, but don’t get it twisted I love it, the feeling of relief and the smell of my own brew, but I’m sure you can tell that it could be debilitating sexually. But it seems like I found my solution!” He finished his speech grabbing the still wretching on the lingering stink Sam by the cheeks and pulling him into a kiss.

“Since I started noticed you in the hallway I have been holding in my gas, so I’m not really sorry to say but you deserve this since I guess it’s kind of your fault…. but hey you enjoy it” John said pulling Sam over to the bed.

Finally recovering Sam began to understand John’s misunderstanding but not knowing how to articulate himself he just stuttered on his words and couldn’t finish a sentence, which John just translated into excitement which was actually a massive panic.

Before Sam could do anything he had been pushed down on the bed and John was getting into position to squat over his head. He was freaking out but this was his one opportunity to properly tell John what he was feeling but then he caught sight of that ass again.

It was now hovering around above him almost hypnotising him with its beauty. Stinking beauty.

In his distraction he had missed all of what John had been saying, but he didn’t care he was taking of his trousers and now his underwear. His ass had a layer of hair getting darker nearer the crack which Sam loved and began salivating at the sight of it even getting a little peek of the hole inside.

“..so I’m sure you won’t mind using my flatulence as a substitute when you inevitably run out of air” He finally registered what John was saying and it scared him back into reality but by that point it was too late. Sam could barely finish saying 'Wait’ by the time he was engulfed in John’s gorgeous pungent butt.

He hadn’t even ripped one yet but the smell of his ass was overwhelming and becuase of how massive it was Sam couldn’t experience anything else except muffled hearing of what John was saying.

“Ahhh I’m so lucky that your hot face makes such a comfortable seat, literally I can feel your nose right in my hole!” Sam thought that was kind of a compliment? But the last part certainly scared him. He thought he could maybe get used to this but then it begun.

“Think the canons are ready to fire Sam so prepare for impact”

PHRRRRRRRRRRRAP

FRRRRRPPPPT

RAAAAAAAAAARPP

The sound and the smell of the flatulence was tenfold due to Sam being stuck in the abyss of John’s ass and all of the stink was free to go up his nose. It was rank, the powerful meatiness and fishiness but altogether rotten rancid stench made Sam feel like he was inhaling toxic fumes and his eyes even began to water.

In contrast to this John was moaning at the relief of letting it out.

“Oh god Sam I can even smell that up here and god I’m a stinker I can’t help but be proud of it” Sam could hear John say as he began to rub his ass even more into Sam’s face. Sam could even tell John was beginning to jerk off, at least someone was enjoying this.

FAAAARP

PUUUUUUUUUUUUURAP

RRRRRRRRRP

The cacophony of gas continued and Sam began to buck and attempt to scream into John’s ass for freedom.

“Oh it’s good to hear you’re enjoying it down there, you really are a bit of a slut for my stink.” John said as he began to jack of Sam with his spare hand.

'Wait’ Sam thought 'How the fuck do I have a boner?’. He was stuck under a hot man’s ass being forced to inhale his anal pheremones. Thinking it over it did make a bit more sense.But it didn’t stop it from stinking so much!

The farts and moans from John continued as Sam’s grip to consciousness began to slip, but the hand job from John was about to pay off. But at that moment John stopped turned around and looked at Sam’s sweaty face and placed his ass cheeks around Sam’s pulsating dick.

“Oh you look a little rough and God damn your face reeks, but I can only blame myself for that, but if anything I think you look cuter.” He said with a wink.

All Sam could get out was “Fuck you stink…”

“Haha I Know but you love it, so let’s finish this”

And with that he pulled his dick one last time cumming all over your chest and simultaneously let out his last blasting fart to forcefully vibrate Sam’s cock past the point of climax and lead to one of the stinkier orgasms of his life.

Sam couldn’t help but let out a moan which was stopped short by a deep kiss from John which when over they both inhaled, with Sam coughing on the residual stink of the room while John took a proud whiff of his handiwork.

John pulled the blanket over the both of them and pulled Sam right into his chest not caring about the cum.

Whispering to Sam he said “So now we know eachother a little better I propose you share this bed with me on a more permanent basis… I’m sure I can pull a few strings… Let’s sort out the technicalities in the morning. Goodnight and smelly dreams”

Excited but terrified at what this meant for him Sam didn’t even notice the cover being pulled over his head. One rancid rip under the covers from John and Sam was out.

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Army punishment

"Rise and shine, Fart Face!" BBBRBRRRBBBRRRPPPPTT! "Davis was sitting on top of your chest with his leg lifted in the air and his crotch aimed at your face. The gas blasted from under his ball sack and attacked you for an early wake up call. Ripe ass and strong cheese filled your nose as he stayed in position and wafted the remaining stink into your nose. It was time to awake. All the other recruits had woken up when they were supposed to, but Davis found that you were a heavy sleeper. In his barracks, heavy sleeper get punished with the gas he builds up from the dinner the night before. Before joining the army, you were warned about this lieutenant. He was able to stink out an entire bunker of enemy troops who were quickly arrested after fleeing the dungeon of his stink. A part of basic training was a test... you had to last three hours in a room with nothing to breath but the odor of his farts. You were joining a pretty small squad. Odds were not many people passed that 'fitness' test."Dude, I got more, I think you at least need to TRY and get up." A faint sound of air blew from Davis's pants seam as he made a face of surprise. You knew you were about to get a whiff of even worse stench. BBBRRPPT! BBRMMPPH! BBLLRRRPPT! FFRBBT! BBRPPT! It was constant. You smelled it, you tasted it, you feared if you tried getting up that he'd notice your raging boner. He didn't quit. He would fart, then fan it, fart, then taunt you about how he was gassing you out, fart then he would rub his stomach and tell you about how much more he had. Your cock wasn't going to subside for a while at this point. You could just imagine it being hard all morning long during drills. The group would all laugh at you... and if Davis figured out why, he'd spill it to the whole branch.

"RRRRRMMMPPHHH!"I'm telling you fucker, it's about to get BAD! I'd get up and out if I were you. I'd head to higher ground before I get too comfy, if I get too comfy... this is gonna take a good while." Davis was having a good laugh until he leaned back and his hand poked your stiff cock. "What's this? Holy Fuck! I think he likes it. You like it huh Fart Face?" Davis farted, and farted, and farted some more. You were in a trance watching his face contort and twist as he pushed them out. You were in heaven until you realized that he was actually still pretty upset that you were sleeping in. He grabbed your collar and threw you to the floor. "Get your face into my crotch you fucking fart sniffing faggot!" You did as you were told and your nose pressed into the seam of his pants and you smelled the rank odor of his stale leftover stench to the power of ten. His next fart was phenomenal. Thirty seconds of rank, ripe, cheesy smelling fart assaulted your nose and Davis pulled your face in tighter to his crotch to ensure that you could not escape. Not that you would try. Since just finding out you were a helpless little fart sniffing faggot, he knew you were going to be the most loyal soldier he had. "Mmm, I bet that smells good don't it faggot? I bet you can't wait for that test where I gas you and your little buddies out to test their will power and their stomaches from my stink. Keep sniffing you disgusting freak!" BBBBRRMMMMPPPHHHH! "Better yet, suck my dick off and I'll fart down your fucking faggot throat every opportunity we can get alone... hell... I may even encourage the others to start fartin' in your faggot face like it's some sort of contest or right of passage. You'd like that won't you, you fucking bitch?!" Davis unzipped his pants and you swallowed his flaccid cock to suck on it while he kept your head in farting range. FFFFRBBBBBT BBBRRAAPPPPFFFTT! FFRBBT! that's a good boy. Smell that alpha gas, eat up that alpha stench, worship it, suck on that alpha cock! I'm gonna fart in your face for the rest of your life." At this point you were spilling cum into your pants as Davis told you just how the rest of your life would go. If he were being truthful, you indeed had the best life. A desperate little fart fag with a master who was gassier than any military combined. As you continued snitting, his cum shot into your mouth and he held it shut til you swallowed. You tried keeping him on the bed to fart some more, but you angered him. "Get the fuck up ya little fart faggot! You're still doing 100 burpees for being in bed so late." You watched his ass jiggle out the door and you grinned.You were gonna like having Davis as your boss.

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