Gay face farting stories

He'd notice this though and stop farting until I was forced to take in inhale, only to blast my nose with a disgusting fart and hit me hard in the stomach. Sometimes, he'd grind his ass down against my face, covering my face in ass sweat and grime.

Only this time, he sat sideways, his hairy back in front of my face. And of course, his pants had fallen halfway down his ass. Colin leaned forward, lifting his ass and moving it closer to me. He released a deep, wet fart. The smell of his noxious sewer-smelling gas entered my nostrils almost immediately. Colin sighed.