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theinternetisfulloftrash · 11 months ago

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Welcome Home

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader (Female) Synopsis: Traveling. Any annoying but necessary part of any actors job for the non-traveling party. But the welcome homes? They are oh so fucking sweet. Tags: it's filth with some cute plot, shower sex, kisses, more banter than is reasonable in polite society Rating: Explicit (obviously) Author’s Note: Y'all listen. I know. Okay. It's been a while, and to be honest? I started this in fucking January, but hey. It's here now, right? We're all chill? No one's upset? Good. LOVE YOU!

He’d been away for days, but it felt like weeks. Your feed has been covered in photos of him. The algorithms have you pretty much figured out. You’d been keeping up with his interviews, watching clips of his adorably awkward award acceptance speech. It wasn’t a surprise award, but it didn’t matter that he was prepared for it. He was incapable of being acknowledged for his achievements without turning into the equivalent of a turtle hiding in its shell. You’d have reached out to hold his hand and ground him if you could, but you’d been here. Alone. Missing him. But all that was soon to change.

He was on his way home. Annoyingly, his flight had been delayed, but as you stared up at the JFK arrivals board and it read: ‘Arrived’, you couldn’t help the bubbling up of excitement and giddy nervousness. It seemed like Tony was picking up on it as well because he stood against your leg, pawing at your thigh until you picked him up. He’d been missing his dad and had taken more comfort in your presence since he’d left.

Your ears perked when the announcement that the baggage from his flight was about to begin its rounds through the baggage claim area. Your phone vibrated in the thigh pocket of your leggings. You gave Tony a quick squeeze before setting him back on the floor and taking your phone out. You smiled at the preview of the text you’d just received before you swiped to see the rest.

‘Your fine ass better be waiting for me down there.’

You smirked before typing out a teasing reply.

‘Got stuck in traffic a few times but I’m here. I hate Newark btw.’

You watched the dots appear and couldn’t help the audible laugh that escaped when you read his next message.

‘Newark!?’

You interrupted him with a quick ‘I’m joking!!!’ before you could see what he was typing next. Then after a brief pause, the dots reappeared before his reprimand.

‘You know you’re this close to the find-out stage of fuckin around?’

‘Oh? What if that’s exactly what I want?’

‘👀’

‘Not that I want to rush through the fuckin around part 😏’

“I’ll be taking my sweet fucking time…don’t worry.”

You startled at his audible reply and your eyes shot up from your phone and met his as Tony pulled at the leash in your hand to reach him. He looked a bit tired but happy. His smile was wide across his stubbled face, quirking up at the corner when you smiled back.

“Hey buddy!” he said, handing you his pillow before bending down to scoop Tony up into his arms. “I missed you!” he swooned in the adorable baby voice he reserved for his furry son. “Did you miss me too?” He rubbed Tony’s head and then his tummy. “Such a good boy!”

You smiled at the two of them, pulling Tony’s leash from your wrist and handing it to Dylan. Tony would be stuck to him like glue now.

“Hey, baby,” he said softly before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips. One just long enough to make you the tiniest bit dizzy and eager for more.

You blinked away distracting thoughts. “Do you have much luggage?”

Dylan shook his head. “Just this,” he said pointing at his backpack, “and one bag on the turnstiles.”

“Should be over there, they just announced it,” you said, taking a few steps toward the baggage claim area.

“Nice!” he said, hiking Tony up onto his shoulder a bit before he followed after you.

His bag passed in front of him and he hefted it off the belt and popped out the handle and you took it from him so he could focus on the excited ball of fur in his arms. You set his pillow on it and wheeled it behind you toward the cab that was waiting out front. As much as you hated early morning airport runs, you were glad his 4 AM delayed arrival made the whole airport experience a lot smoother. Fewer people. Less traffic. You’d been able to get in and out without so much as a sideways glance from anyone else.

“Hey you,” he said as he slumped in the seat next to you, Tony taking up the little bit of space between you.

“Hey,” you said, smiling back at him.

It was just after 5 AM and you’d only gotten a couple hours of sleep. Originally, he was supposed to have gotten in at midnight and had been scheduled to arrive at Newark, but his flight had been canceled. When he called you to let you know, you were already getting ready to catch the Uber you’d called to take you to the airport. You had a habit of being too punctual. But that also meant that you had a hard time settling and only managed a short nap before you got up to head to JFK. You were a bit tired, but feeling his warmth next to you for the first time in a while was enough of a comfort to fight off the droop of your sleepy eyes. You wanted to see his smile, the upturned tip of his nose, the lopsided smile he sported as he pet Tony. Sleep could wait.

The drive back to the loft was rather uneventful. Traffic was light, you weren’t sure you’d ever made it the Carey Tunnel faster than you just had. When you hopped out of the car, Dylan gathered his bags from the back of the car and you headed up to the apartment. Home. It was always a comfortable place, but it was warmer when he was in it.

“Smells nice in here…” he said with a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment as his shoulders sagged in relaxation. “I missed it.”

“And I missed you.” You stepped into his space and wrapped your arms around his waist and he quickly pulled you to his chest, looping his arms over your shoulders and pressing a kiss into your hair.

“You did, huh?” he chuckled, the heat of his exhaled breath warming your skin.

“Mhm…” you hummed, laying your cheek against his chest. The loft was dimly lit by a single lamp near the sofa in the living room and the streetlights that filtered in through the large windows. It added to the comfort you felt in his arms.

“I missed you more,” he whispered.

“Impossible.”

He sighed out a long breath, holding you tight to his chest before he pulled back, his hands clasped around your waist, eyes locked to yours. The warm, honey-brown hue of them sent a shiver down your spine, of course, it didn’t help that he’d begun to work his hands under the hem of your shirt, his fingertips pressing just a little more firmly into the bare skin covering your ribs when he leaned down to kiss you.

His lips were insistent, the kiss at the airport clearly not satiating the need that had built during your time apart. It was a comforting reminder that his infatuation with you must be at least somewhat comparable to your own.

You moaned when his lips wandered along your jaw and latched to your throat just below your ear. Not to be outdone and wanting a little audible thrill of your own, you were satisfied at the deep groan that emanated from the back of his throat when one of your roaming hands slipped down between your bodies to graze across the front of his thigh until it was cupping him through his sweatpants.

“Definitely missed that,” he breathed out across your collarbone before pushing your hair back and sliding the collar of your shirt aside to access more of your skin.

You laughed softly before it morphed into a half-whispered moan of his name when his teeth grazed along the sensitive skin above your breast. “Fuck…” you breathed, squeezing your hand around him eliciting an appreciative grumble from him that you felt vibrate the aching bit wet skin he’d been sucking on your chest.

When you released your grip to slip your hand behind the waistband of his sweats, he grabbed your wrist. “Not yet…” he chuckled when he pulled back to see you scowling at him. “Don’t worry,” he said, smiling at you, brushing an errant hair back from the place where it hung in your eyes, “I’m gonna make you scream…”

You swallowed thickly.

“I’d just rather not reek like a man who’s known only seat 23A for 10 hours when I do it.”

You chuckled softly. “Well…” you smiled back before reaching both hands around behind him, “then you better get this,” you squeezed his ass, “fine thing in the shower then.” You gave him a gentle spank.

He laughed and pressed a kiss into your hair. “Thirsty little monster,” he said, running his hand down your arm. “Join me?” he said, pleading gaze meeting yours.

You nodded and he took your hand, lacing your fingers together and leading you through the apartment toward the bathroom. The gentle squeeze of his hand in yours sent a satisfying ripple of warmth through your body. Just as you’d made it through the door to the bathroom, you tugged on his hand and swung his body to pin him against the counter of the vanity.

He let out a soft huff at the gentle impact and smiled down at you as you grabbed at the hem of his shirt and yanked it roughly up over his body. His bare chest heaved as your eyes roved over him, your hands following your gaze across his pecs, through the soft hair, down his abs, settling on the waistband of his sweats before you began to crouch in front of him as you slid them down his thighs to pool at his feet.

You looked at him from between his thighs and watched as his brown eyes turned near-black, crouching there longer than was necessary to achieve the task, fluttering your lashes at him.

“Fucking tease…” he muttered under his breath before he hauled you up in front of him and stripped your top off, tossing it across the room before he latched onto your throat and bit down.

While you writhed in his arms, his hands warmed up your back until his fingers worked open the clasp of your bra. He slipped his fingers under the straps and slid them free of your shoulders and let the garment fall to the floor.

“Mmm…” he mused, looking down at your chest before he leaned forward and captured your lower lip between his teeth and pulled it back slightly before releasing it to kiss down the column of your throat. He cupped you breast and brought his lips to the peak and flattened his tongue in a wide sweep before sealing his lips to suck your nipple until it was taut and pebbled.

“Dylan…” you groaned, your hands tangling into his hair.

He held you against his body and swapped your positions until your lower back was pressed against the vanity. He nipped at your chest before he finally pulled back and lifted you to sit on the counter in front of him. He quickly unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them from you, throwing them into a heap with the rest of your discarded clothing. Then he slotted himself between your thighs. “Shower’s right there…” he titled his head in its direction, “and yet here we are…” he smiled, his fingertips trailing down from your arms, along your ribs and waist until they teased at the elastic of the last piece of clothing you were left wearing.

“Here we are…” you repeated, looking down your body at his hand as it slipped into your underwear. You fell forward into his chest when you felt his teasing, barely there touch where you were now aching to feel it. Your sharp intake of breath didn’t go unnoticed.

He leaned in and grinned against the skin of your throat before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tendon running the length of it. “Something wrong?” he teased, still not touching you the way you wished he would.

“Please…” you whispered.

The little amused noise he made only frustrated you more, because Instead of giving in to your need, he hooked his fingers around the band of your underwear and stepped back from you to slide them free from your legs. He twirled them around his long index finger before letting them slip out of his hands to the floor. His eyes roamed over you, exposed to him now, perched on the counter. “Fucking perfect…” he breathed, giving his head a slight shake.

You flushed under his attentive gaze, your own eyes catching on the obvious sign of his own interest tenting the front of his boxer briefs. “Talkin’ about yourself?” you finally managed.

He smiled and shook his head.

“You should be…” you sighed, “but you could stand to be just a bit more naked…” you pointed to his underwear.

He laughed. “Fair,” he said before turning around to turn on the shower. He looked back at you, smirking as he hooked his thumbs in the band of his boxers. When he slid them down his thighs the need you felt for him was almost unbearable. He held out a hand to help you down. “Time to get you wet,” he said with a smirk.

“Too late.”

His brows shot up his forehead. “Fuck… me…” he muttered

You stepped past him, your hands gliding over his naked torso, and into the shower. “That’s the plan.”

He followed after and closed the door, the glass quickly began to fog with the steam as you stood under the spray of the faucet. Even though you knew the water was hot, it almost felt cool on your heated skin. Dylan watched you as you ran your hands over your body before he reached out, gripping your hips. He shoved you back against the wall and his lips crashed into yours.

You reached up clasped around his neck, your hands tangling into the wet strands of his hair, deepening the kiss and tasting the faint hint of mint on his tongue. His teeth grazed over your bottom lip, pulling it taut before he kissed along your jawline.

He muttered something unintelligible under his breath against your throat.

“Soap’s over there,” you sighed, jutting your chin to the shelf in the corner.

“Right… showering…” his teasing mouth paused and he pulled back from you. “You’re so fucking distracting…” he groaned, his grip on your hips shifting to your ass before he squeezed it in both of his palms.

You grinned and wet your lower lip with your tongue.

“Not helping.”

You laughed before you pushed him away enough to grab the body wash from the shelf and squeeze it onto his loofa. “Lemme help then,” you said, gesturing for him to turn around in front of you, the water now striking him in the chest.

He didn’t protest, and quickly spun around as you took a small step closer, so your wet body was pressed briefly against him before you began to scrub his shoulders and upper back.

“Mmm…” he hummed, rolling his neck.

You tickled him enough to raise his arms so you could wash them both thoroughly. You smiled watching him noticeably relax his shoulders. You washed down his back, sliding the loofa down to the dips in his low back and over his perfect ass.

“Taking your time back there…” he chuckled.

“Stop having such a nice ass and maybe I’d make quicker work of it.”

He shook a bit with a contained laugh. “Noted.”

You finally relented, taking one last look at his soapy cheeks before you reached around to scrub his chest and stomach, not spending too much time before reaching down and squeezing the loofa at his belly button and letting the soap begin to run down his body. Your free hand followed after it until it was teasing at the coarse hair, brushing just where you knew he was dying for you to touch him.

“Relentless fucking tease–”

You cut off his complaint by wrapping your hand around his sudsy length and pumping him just once. “You were saying?” you breathed against his back before you kissed his shoulder blade before you pumped him again.

He groaned, his head falling forward. “I’ll shut up… just don’t fucking stop.”

You beamed with pride. It wasn’t like he never begged, but it was far less common than your own pleadings that more frequently bounced off the walls of this room. You rewarded its rarity by picking up the pace with your hand, pinning him against you with the other hand pressing against the front of his thigh, the loofa long forgotten at his feet.

He stuttered forward, one hand coming up to hold his weight against the tiled wall the other grasping gently at your wrist, not stopping you, but guiding your hand. “Fuck,” he cursed, the last consonant of it coming out shuddered and low.

You were growing more and more impatient with each second. The ache between your thighs was forcing you to squeeze them together for some kind of relief. You moaned in frustration, your pace faltering.

Dylan squeezed your wrist and stilled your hand. “Someone sounds needy…” he whispered, pulling your hand free of him and swapping your positions. He pressed you back against the wall and grabbed your body wash from the shelf, squeezing some into his palm.

You watched him warm his hands together, lathering the gel into foamy suds in those gorgeous fucking hands that you knew he was about to touch you with.

He smirked at the audible sound of you swallowing before he cupped one of your breasts, his other hand snaking around you, his fingers teasing the dimples of your lower back. He pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, his nose nudging your chin up enough for him to run his tongue up the length of your throat before he kissed you.

Your heart hammered in your chest, your skin pebbled with goosebumps, your body sang under his touch. You’d missed him. God, how you’d missed him. It should be against the Geneva Convention for him to be away from you this long. Torture, pure and simple. But this? This was as close as you could imagine to what it might feel like to be moments from dying of thirst in a vast desert only to stumble into the cool waters of an oasis.

He slid his hand down your body and, without a hint of teasing or pretense, rubbed your clit with the pads of two fingers.

“Holy. Sh–!” you cussed, only getting half of it out before it devolved into a strangled moan.

Dylan nudged at your chin as your head lolled in pleasure, his lips skimming across your skin, breathing out praise as he continued to swirl his fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves that had you writhing against him. “Missed the way you sound…” he nipped your neck, “the way you feel…” he groped at your chest again with his free hand, “the way you taste…” he kissed you again, his tongue demanding entry into your mouth.

His talented fingers had you approaching the edge, that warm feeling building up inside you, that pressure that made you feel like you were electrified. “Dyl… please…” you softly begged when he gave you a moment to finally breathe.

His lips slipped from yours, your noses touching, both of you panting in the same air. Then you whined when you felt his fingers disappear from you. He stepped back into the stream of water and pulled you with him, kissing you everywhere his lips could reach as the hot spray of the shower rinsed you both clean of suds.

You looped your arms around his neck and he gripped the backs of your thighs, hauling you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

His eyes were wide with the same wonder he somehow still held for you even though he’d had you so many times there was no way to keep count. It made you feel warm and wanted. Desired and beautiful.

“Could stay in this shower for the rest of my fucking life…” he said as he pinned your back to the wall and bucked up against you, slickening himself in the folds of your body, driving the head of his cock into your already sensitive clit.

Your eyes rolled back at the contact, your hips rocking forward to meet the roll of his. “We’ll… we’ll get all pruney….” you finally breathed out.

He laughed against your throat before he kissed, nipped, and sucked what you knew would be an impressive little bruise into your skin. “So be it,” he said, and then he shifted his hips, met your gaze, and slid into you to the hilt.

The stretch, the fullness, it was almost as shocking now as the first time you’d felt him buried inside you. It was perfection, blissfully indecent perfection. You moaned his name, your fingernails clawing at his shoulders as he began to set a punishing pace, driving up into you hard, rutting his body against yours enough to stimulate you in just the right places, inside and out.

“Shit!” you swore, letting your head fall back against the tiled wall.

He fucked into you over and over as you felt yourself edging closer to the brink. You felt your thighs begin to shudder as his pace grew more erratic an unpredictable.

“So fucking tight…” he groaned before he kissed the valley between your collarbones.

The strangled need in his voice, the feel of his breath against your skin–all of it coupled with the delicious way the end of his length was pressing into that perfect spot inside you that made you feel like you were losing touch with reality–you were ready. “Fuck, Dyl–”

He raised one hand to press on your chin enough to force your gaze back to his, the pad of his thumb dragging across your lower lip.

You moaned and flicked at it with the tip of your tongue. “I’m so close… please!” you begged.

He drove his thumb between your lips and when you sucked it into your mouth, he slipped the hand on your thigh between your legs to rub his finger over your clit just when he drove a final thrust against your g-spot.

You’d had your fair share of fantastic orgasms at this man’s hands, literally, but this one was up there standing proudly on the podium collecting its medal. It was a rush of pent-up need and desire that washed over you like a crashing tidal wave. Every single cell in your body felt like it was vibrating with pleasure. Your muscles clamped down on him as you felt him join you in his own release. The feel of him spilling into you, the sound of your name falling from his slack lips, making it all so much more intense. It was perfection. Pure and simple. Absolute. Unadulterated. Bliss.

Your chest heaved against his, both of you softly laughing between kisses before you felt him slip free of your body. His hands warmed up your arms before they cupped either side of your neck.

“I love you so fucking much.”

You smiled at him, leaning in to run your nose along his throat until your lips were at his ear. “I love you too.”

He sighed and his lips found yours, but he held back from the kiss long enough to speak. “Hell of a welcome home.”

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facefartdreams · 9 months ago

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Tyler Posey lifted a cheek from the hot cement basketball court next to all his best guy friends. In typical Posey style the guys winced as they braced for another Posey fart. The fart shot out in three beats, airy and muffled. "pffffsshhp, pphhrrmmpph, phrmpph!" The heat from the cement heightened the smell and his friends pulled their shirts over their noses. “Damn Pose! Another one?!?!” Greg was used to this behavior. Tyler was a 5 year old when it came to gas humor, and it seemed you couldn’t hang out with him without getting at least one fart from him. John took his shirt down and sniffed the air “Ugh! It’s still bad!” Tyler Hoechlin knew his friend’s fart was gonna linger, and sat with his shirt over his face, rolling his eyes at Posey. Posey began to waft the rest of his gas to all three of his friends.

Tyler Posey didn’t do this to be mean, or teasing. Tyler in fact wanted his friends to retaliate. and one day he knew they would. Posey had a fart fetish. When he was younger, he would fart on his pillows before bedtime and take deep whiffs. That got him searching for fart stuff online which led him to some fetish websites. Overtime he learned how to masturbate and from then on he got off on the intense imaginary smells of gas from hot guys in photos or even real farts on Youtube. Tyler sat in class with Greg & John as a new kid walked into the room. Dylan just transferred from a tech school into a University and was sort of a dweeb, so Tyler thought. Dylan took the lone empty seat next to Tyler and waited for class to begin. Posey took this empty moment to rip a fart in the class full of guys, bring chuckles and moans throughout the class. Dylan looked at Tyler with eyes of fear and shock. Tyler smiled at the dweeb and leaned back in his seat to relax. Class began. The teacher was young, just a year or two older than the average senior. So when talking about solids, liquids, and gases, the guys in the class all had some good chuckles about the gas substance. "Posey's got a lotta gas teach!" Tyler laughed and looked over to Dylan who stared shyly at the man. Tyler gave him a smile… fuck he was kind of weird… That afternoon Posey walked to Hoechlin's dorm to chill and play some video games. "Hey Ty, have you met Dylan? He's my new dorm neighbor!" Posey gave the same look of awkward shock Dylan gave him at school. "How many more times am I gonna have to see this kid?" Dylan smiled and acknowledged that they had met. As the games progressed Hoechlin left the room to use the bathroom. Posey sat with Dylan in awkward silence until Dylan tried to spark a conversation. "So… what do you do for fun?" Tyler continued staring at the game and ignored Dylan as a person in the room until he responded with "huh… this…" Dylan stared at the video game Posey had his eyes glued on. Posey sat with a stare and with a hint of remorse tried to spark up some conversation with the weird newbie in return. "So… huh… what's your last name?" Tyler asked. "O'Brien, you gonna add me to Facebook? I have one!" Dylan lit up. "What? No! Just trying to be nice and talk…" Tyler went back to his game. Then out of thin air Dylan shot back with something that sent chills down Tyler's spine. "That was some fart in class today…" Dylan smiled at his comment and Tyler's eyes lit up in shock. His eyes moved from side to side as Dylan stumbled upon the one thing Tyler really wanted to talk about. "It was okay… I… guess…" Tyler tried focusing on his game when the other Tyler reentered the room. You could cut the tension with a knife. Posey was silent. O'Brien smiled and watched the now failing Tyler continue at his video game. Tyler sat in chemistry class groggy and miserable. He didn't sleep a wink and mostly because he sat in bed thinking about Dylan and the way his eyes lit up in awe when he brought up Tyler's fart yesterday. Did he like them too? He couldn't! Some straight laced guy with a happy go lucky grin couldn't possibly like something so foul. Greg and John entered the room and sat near Tyler. "Dude! You look like shit" Greg laughed at his own comment and John spoke up. "You and Hoechlin must have gotten wasted last night?" Posey made some underhanded comment about how Hoechlin's new buddy Dylan doesn't drink and the guys cracked up. "He just sat around and talked, no booze, no girls, no fun, worst free time of my life!" "Dude! You should just fart on him today, aim em' all at him. Be merciless!" John's idea sparked a smile within Tyler. Dylan was gonna get served. As Dylan walked into class he looked well rested and pulled his water bottle out of his backpack… "he must still use the same one from high school. What a loser, just carry the one book, you just have one class today dumb ass!" Tyler thought. At that moment Tyler tapped Greg on the shoulder and Greg turned around as Tyler shifted his eyes towards Dylan, still facing Greg. Tyler lifted his rump

slightly from his chair and a small squeaker of a fart blasted from his seat. Dylan looked shocked and stared at the two guys and laughed. Greg laughed back… primarily at Dylan rather than with him, and turned around to prepare for the lesson. Dylan looked a Tyler to comment "Yesterday's was better…" Tyler said nothing and prepared for the lesson. His butt lifted from the seat again and a faint hiss left his shorts. A faint whiff of ass hit his nose and Dylan's. That's when the strange part occurred. It was 15 minutes into class and the four guys in the back were hit by a stronger smell. Rotten eggs, foul skunk, and sweaty ripe ass filled the air as Greg and John began to choke. "Teacher! I think Posey needs to be excused!!!" John sounded worried. The professor made no reaction, these guys break wind in class everyday, it was just another day for them. Posey made no comment but to laugh and claim the attack with a grin. John and Greg turned back around to the lesson when Tyler looked at Dylan… Dylan winked an eye at the once champion farter and smiled. Knowing he just bested the champion. Tyler lifted a leg and ripped a rather audible blast at Dylan and the class erupted in anger at the 20 year old stud. Dylan secretly lifted a cheek and although silent, the smell was unbearably worse. Tyler blushed red as John and Greg turned around to egg Tyler on. "Dude, we said be merciless, but this is too much! Give the poor guy a break and take some beano" John was in near tears. Greg was on the verge of dry heaving. "Dylan, buddy! You're not even flinching! You're a beast to put up with this!" Greg was impressed by Dylan's composure. What John and Greg didn't know was that Dylan had just let loose another series of gas attacks into the room. Tyler let out a bigger fart, which, accidentally timed made it seem like the smell came from his loud blast rather than Dylan's SBD. Within 40 more minutes of class the guys were now all well equipped to handle a chemical war.

Class was over and the guys walked out. John and Greg were applauding their newfound hero Dylan for taking Posey's gas like a champ. Neither guy knew that the smell was Dylan's brew. Posey sat back and watched as the weird kid got high fives and back pats for his stamina. "We're now a group of five bros man, you're in!" John said as Dylan got bright eyed. He just wanted to fit in. Posey felt even sicker… what if Dylan wanted to fart more?

The party was a huge hit. Posey and the gang threw a huge bash at his dorm. There was beer, chips, salsa, bean dip, and more "Everclear" than you'd know what to do with. "Do we really have to invite him? I still think he's a dweeb!" Tyler asked John. "Dude! You're just upset that you can't throw him off with your stink. That guy is more of a man than you! haha!" Tyler focused on that conversation between him and John for the duration of the party as Dylan sat right next to Posey with some bean dip and broccoli. "Hey Tyler!" Dylan tried to be nice. Tyler sipped his beer and scoldingly told Dylan "How come you don't drink?" Dylan looked at him sheepishly; "I'll drink, if you'll be nice to me." Tyler obliged and Dylan took a swig of Everclear with his juice. Tyler laughed at Dylan's facial expressions each shot and asked him to try it again. 5 shots later Dylan said "This doesn't have a taste? *hiccup*" Tyler took a shot himself and wrapped his arm around Dylan. "Come here kid, I'll show you some beer…" Tyler brought out a Guinness for them both. "This is only for special occasions, that cheap PBR is nothing…" Dylan LOVED it! And drank happily with Tyler the rest of the night. They laughed and got to know each other better. Tyler even calling Dylan "cool" in his book. Dylan smiled… but began to look sick from the alcohol. Greg was scoring big with the ladies as Hoechlin and John left with no one. "Man, Dylan's pretty fucked up tonight. What did you do Pose?" Tyler Hoechlin looked worried. "He's fine, he can crash here tonight. I don't want his dorm leader finding him drunk when you take him home." The guys left for the night and Posey and O'Brien stayed. Tyler wrapped him in a blanket on the couch and headed to his bed to go to sleep.

Tyler laid awake in his bed to thoughts of men from his porn library ripping ass in his dorm room. As he stroked his cock he imagined the smells and sounds they produced just for him. He threw one of them on the bed in his imagination and began to eat his ass out. He imagined the smooth run fleshy ass against his tongue ripping fart after fart and soon he was furiously stroking his meat in an intense sweat that was absorbed by the bed. The man in his dreams ripped a fart that went on for ages, his cum shot out onto the sheets and the guy's face became more prevalent in his mind… it was Dylan! Posey gasped for air and rose up from his bed panting in fear. "What the fuck was that?!?" Tyler thought. He got up and walked back into his livingroom. Dylan was curled up on the couch and sleeping like a baby. "Fucking dweeb" Tyler mumbled under his breath. He got a glass of water from the kitchen and began to head back to bed, but something came over him. He walked over to Dylan on the couch… "Don't do it" Tyler tried stopping himself. He took a sniff of the air, a loud sniff. Nothing. He would regret this next move… he moved in closer. Posey got within inches of Dylan's ass and although it was snuggly fit under the covers the smell was amazing. The dweeb had an ass odor, and Tyler was getting hooked. Posey went to bed in shame of his secret sniffing adventure. But his mind raced with the thoughts of Dylan's gas in the classroom that afternoon. Could he be… falling for the dweeb? Tyler's dreams were tame, except for one. Dylan was snuggled in bed with him and he was dutch opening him as a prank. He woke up and headed to the kitchen for some breakfast. Dylan was up and at it. "What? No hangover?!?!" Tyler pointed out. "That? Oh, last night was nothing. I drank twice as much at home. Dylan was acting rather alpha male this morning; Tyler was confused. Talk of the weather and classes grew old between the two and Posey tried coming up with other conversations. Dylan had other ideas. "Man, I bet I had some GAS last night. Dylan winked at Tyler and Tyler felt uncomfortable again as Dylan aimed a fart into Tyler's direction. The smell wafted to Tyler who winced and coughed on the smell. Tyler had to retaliate and ripped one of his own. It stunk, but Dylan's was stronger. Just like the classroom experience Dylan was besting the gassy fetishist. "So you can retaliate?" Dylan ripped a longer blast. The smell intensified and Tyler's dick grew in his shorts. "I thought I'd freshen the room a bit with my brew." Dylan smiled and then smoldered his stare at Tyler.was he flirting? Tyler turned red and tried to get up and do his book report. "Have you read your book yet?" Dylan asked. Tyler played it off and said yes, but Dylan's next quote sent chills down his spine. "Was your book against my ass last night? Because you had your nose there for part of the night. Did it smell good?" Dylan was going in for the kill. Tyler was sweating and told Dylan to get out. The fear was all over his face. "Get out? I think I have something you want Posey Wosey. Dylan sat on Tyler's lap and Tyler tried bucking him off. The fart was loud. It was warm. not just warm, it burned! Fuck it burned! Tyler winced from the smell, but it was the most magical moment of heaven he ever experienced! Dylan wrapped his arm around Tyler's shoulder and Tyler wrapped his around Dylan's back. Dylan let out another fart after lifting a cheek and aiming it at Tyler's stomach. "I see you've stopped competing. is someone out of gas? Dylan cooed at Tyler. "You're the king." Tyler moaned over and over. "The king?!?" Dylan smiled. "Well, that's pretty impressive. Am I more kingly than that farter you have saved on your computer?" Tyler was taken aback by Dylan's remark. Dylan looked at his Internet history last night! But it didn't matter. In fact it felt safer. Dylan was doing this willingly.Yes Dilly! OH YES!!! FUCK MORE!!!" Dylan smacked Tyler in the back of the head and ripped an angry fart in his lap. But you told me to get out. so I guess this is goodbye.

Dylan sat up and walked out the door farting almost each step of the way. Tyler's legs had lost circulation but that didn't stop him from crawling to the door in hopes of getting Dylan back. Tyler laid in a fetal position alone in his apartment dorm breathing in the smells of Dylan's crop-dust. He was so sexually frustrated he was in tears. What if Dylan told the guys? What if he told the school? Class on Monday had Posey freaking out. He sat at his typical desk when Dylan walked in… he sat right in front of Tyler. John and Greg noticed this and took seats next to Dylan instead of you. "Man, I see Dylan is learning from Friday's mistakes. Can't sit next to the gas bomb for too long!" John chuckled at Tyler's expense and Tyler stared at Greg. pointing to the empty seat next to him. "Man Posey, I don't think anyone is gonna sit their after you nuked it last week!" Posey tried to laugh it off.deep down he was hurt, lonely, and feeling left out. His new view was kind of worth it though… Dylan's round butt spread right in front of his view. Dylan pulled his jeans down and Tyler sprung a boner when he noticed… he wasn't wearing any underwear in class. His jacket covered his front view. To the teacher and the rest of the class it looked like Dylan was fully clothed. The smell hit Tyler like a ton of bricks. He focused more on Dylan's ass, the hole opened up and the smell magnified. Every minute Tyler was hit by a wave of stink from Dylan's butt in class. Tyler had a show of Dylan's ass right in front of him. As class ended Posey's notes were blank. Dylan pulled up his jeans and got out of his seat. Greg and John walked out with him with Posey trailing behind. "Yo Dylan! We still on for tomorrow?" Greg asked. "Yeah, see you then! I'm bring Hoechlin!" Dylan smiled as Tyler spoke up, "Wait? What's going on?" Posey looked confused. "Oh, we're hanging out Tuesday… you can come right Dylan?" Greg looked at Dylan as though Dylan was in charge of the group. "Yeah, come on!" John and Greg headed to their next class as Dylan was pushed against a wall by Tyler. "What the fuck was that!?" Tyler was furious with the mind games. "Chill buddy, you getting' jealous of me taking over? Afraid of my power?" Dylan bit his lip and chuckled at Tyler's grip as it lightened. Dylan smiled and ripped a fart and laughed harder. Tyler asked Dylan to hang out after his classes, his voice cracked from the question. "Well, what would we do together?" Dylan smiled more, it was a shit eating grin that made Tyler feel two inches small. "Well… we could… study…" Tyler sulked. "Oh, because you didn't record any notes today and need mine?" Dylan laughed and tickled Posey's nipple. Posey flinched and responded. "We… we… can do the thing…" "Oh! The thing… yeah… well, I knew I'd hook you soon. Tell you what, I'll give you my notes, but at a price…" Dylan looked powerful. Tyler was scared. "All the notes you can ever need… but you'll be my personal fart sniffer… for life." Dylan massaged Tyler's shoulder after the proposal. Tyler struggled to speak as Dylan's other hand moved down to Tyler's member… "I think your little friend has chosen for you". Dylan walked right into Tyler's apartment. "Man, you still got any of that bean dip?" I'm hungry. Tyler pulled the dip from the fridge with some broccoli and handed it to Dylan. Dylan had wrapped a blanket around his body and pointed to a hole. "In." Dylan commanded. Tyler stuck his head into the covers right against Dylan's ass. He was wrapped tight against Dylan's hole. The first sniff was incredible. Dylan's ass smelled just like the gas Tyler was subjected to in class. That's when the first fart hit. Tyler's nose burned as he carefully sniffed Dylan's ass and stroked his cock. Tyler woke up with his face trapped in a bed sheet. Dylan was gone. It was 3am. He read a note on his bedroom door: "You couldn't even last 5 minutes down there. You're pathetic. If you don't do better next time I'm gonna twist your nuts until they pop off. Love you sweetie! -Dilly" Posey was scared, but his hard on still grew.

He threw himself on his bed, face to pillow, when a foul smell hit him… Dylan farted on his pillows before leaving… he sniffed until he passed out drunk on Dylan's gas. Tuesday night Posey was dressed to the nine's. The guys went to a club and were sitting at a booth. Dylan was leading the conversation and John, Greg and Hoechlin were eating it up. Greg drew everyone's attention to a girl. Dylan glared at Tyler and pointed to the restroom with a wink. "He wants me to do this now?!?" Tyler thought. The two guys passed the bathroom and Dylan led them to an area behind the building. Dylan guided Tyler so that his back was against a brick wall, and with no words Dylan began to fart onto Posey's thigh. Tyler was mesmerized by the showing. Dylan was blowing out gas like a champ. Most were inaudible, but the breeze, and the foul smell was a dead giveaway. For 5 minutes Dylan let rip constant streams of gas, but at minute 6 Posey tried bucking him off. "Dude! That's enough, you're proving your point you're a fucking GOD! Now get off me!" Posey felt a little nauseous from the performance. "No Pose! I got GAS! I need you to sniff it. Come to think of it, my shorts are probably filtering the stink. It may travel back to the other guys." Tyler was listening to Dylan speak and he felt lightheaded with excitement and fear. "Can you pull my shorts down… with your teeth?" Dylan gave Tyler the sweetest puppy dog eyes he could muster. Tyler dropped to his knees and praised the bubblebutt before his eyes. Dylan backed his ass up into Tyler's mouth as Tyler opened wide and bit down on the back elastic of Dylan's shorts. As Tyler pulled down on the shorts his nose rubbed against Dylan's open crack. Tyler could smell the scent of trapped gas between the cheeks flood his senses. A quick sharp toot filled the air and Tyler's oxygen was tainted further with the gas of his new fart king. "Air my shorts out and keep your face in my ass. I got a lot more" Dylan was talking as though this was the most normal behavior in the world. Tyler began to moan. How did Dylan never run out of gas!?!? "You're doing a lot better than Monday night. Just don't pass out" On the word pass out Dylan let out a fart that could singe nose hairs of anyone in the parking lot on the other side of the building. Tyler tried to escape but his head was trapped against the brick wall. He was in Dylan's fart trap. "We better go back… I still have a lot of gas but you'll just have to claim whatever I have to release in the bar." Tyler stared at Dylan. He was embarrassed to fart. Dylan was embarrassed about farting in front of the other guys. But around him he was a gas bomb. If that didn't say love, what did? A few months later the guys were hanging out at John and Greg's house. Dylan was sitting on a bean bag and munching on some taco bell when a fart erupted from his ass. This fart scared the living daylights out of the guys and they stared at Dylan. Dylan was about to cry when Posey spoke up. "Sorry guys, hahahaha! That was me." John looked back at Dylan on the other side of the room. "Uhh… bro… that noise came from Dylan!" The smell hit the guys with force. "UGH! Wait y'all, ever since Dylan came into the picture, Tyler's farts have stunk SO much worse!" Hoechlin looked confused. "Guys! Seriously, I can throw my farts! See?" Tyler leaned and motioned to Dylan to rip a fart from his seat. Dylan let out another loud monster and looked scared and cried "STOP!" They guys busted out laughing as Tyler waved a hand behind his ass to waft the magnify smell from his ass. Dylan lived to see another embarrassment free night. Posey was sure to be rewarded for that save tonight… when the taco bell finally reached Dylan's gut. Dylan was sure to make Posey suffocate and cum his dick off that night.

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