Tommy fanned his ass as I smacked his back. His gas was pretty bad that night. He walked over to the window and opened it to let more out. I listened in as a powerful forty-second blast filled the night sky and surely awoke some local neighbors.
He scrunched his face into a sinister expression as he continued to gas the city. He stank. I was well aware of that, and obviously a little jealous of the situation as I had a fetish for farts.
Just then, the unthinkable happened. Tommy pulled down his shorts and tossed them at my head. I threw them off, but not before getting a quick sniff. They were warm and rank from his farts. His naked body was mesmerizing.
"Dude, I don't think my shorts deserve that kind of punishment! haha!" Tommy's next blast looked like it took a good bit of strength from him. I had no way of preparing for what I was in for next.
"Fuck man! The wind is blowing it back in!" Tommy fell to the floor as I felt a breeze. He began crying with laughter as the smells of rotten eggs and nauseating garbage fill the room. My cock was erect as hell. Tommy was curled up into a fetal position as he ripped another long blast. The room was getting toxic.
"Fuck this dude! That window may not be able to keep my farts out, but I bet your nose and mouth can do the trick!" Within seconds Tommy's ass was pressed into my face and his gas was coming out with a slight hiss. There was no way the guy didn't see my hard cock through my shorts. In fact, within another minute he began to grab at my shaft.
"Haha! So your Internet history was real... man! I have a lot of gas to share."
Tommy's reply was a total understatement. I don't think I'll ever smell fresh oxygen again.