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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      South_Park
  Character:
      Stan_Marsh, Wendy_Testaburger, Kyle_Broflovski, Bebe_Stevens
  Additional Tags:
      Flatulence, Farting, Sex, Masturbation, Anilingus, Homoeroticism,
      Autofellatio, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, 69_(Sex_Position), Eproctophilia, Orgy,
      Fart_in_Mouth
  Series:
      Part 1 of South_Park:_The_Flatulence_Chronicles
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-26 Updated: 2018-03-30 Chapters: 5/12 Words: 6696
****** The Emergence of Flatulent Pleasure ******
by Kidcharlemagnex6
Summary
     Four Colorado friends discover they have something rather rotten in
     common. If you don't like this, please don't attack me or my fans
     personally.
***** AUTHOR'S NOTE: Where Did I Go? *****
Hello, everyone, Kidcharlemagnex6 here.
Some of you may be wondering why I suddenly deleted my old account and
disappeared for several days and then suddenly decided to come back; some of
you might not have even noticed that I was gone. Well, before this story starts
I wanted to let you all in on what happened.
Earlier this month, I received a notice from the site administration saying
that there was a strike on my account and several of my posts have been taken
down. That's because of the site's strict "no non-fiction" policy, which should
serve as a reminder to always read the Terms and Conditions before agreeing to
anything. Anyway, after those posts were taken down, I came to believe that
these rules were going to prevent me from reaching all of my goals on this
site, especially my plan to start my own series of original works not tied to
any specific fandom. So I shut down my account and deleted the master copies of
my stories to try and find a different outlet for my wonderfully flatulent
tales.
But soon afterward, a series of nor'easters hit my area, causing my house to
lose power for several days in a row. During that time, I started thinking
about the fans I made here on the site, especially qm3b1k2, the author of the
story An Almost Normal Couple. In a comment thread, he mentioned that I was one
of the authors who influenced him to go into writing himself and embrace his
fetishes the same way I had been doing. That's when I realized that I do have
fans that care about the things that I do on here and do genuinely look forward
to seeing me make new posts. So I managed to get a new invitation in order to
rejoin AO3, apologized to qm3b1k2 for suddenly leaving, and now I will be
spending the next several weeks restoring my account to its former glory, and I
will not retire until I'm ready to retire.
So, now, without further ado, please enjoy the first of what will be many
wonderfully flatulent tales for you all!
****   ****
 
***** Stan Marsh, Part 1 *****
“All right,” Stan Marsh, age seventeen, muttered to himself, “all by myself
today.” Stan had come down with a case of the flu earlier that same week and
was instructed to stay home from school until the following Monday. It was now
Friday and even though he was still ordered to stay home, his case had pretty
much blown over and he no longer felt physically ill in any way. So with his
parents both at work for the day and his sister having since started her career
and moved away, Stan had the entire house all to himself. The problem, however,
was that everyone he knew was going to be at school for the whole day so he
wasn’t going to have anyone to hang with. Stan mulled over this only for a
short moment before deciding that he was going to make the hours go by with his
favorite hobby, being gassy.
Ever since progressing through puberty, four particular residents of South Park
started experiencing something that had started to bring them closer together:
their bodies began making more fart gas than any of them previously had. Stan
became the gassiest out of the four of them, with his daily flatulence output
increasing from the average fourteen farts per day to almost thirty per day.
These farts of his often varied in length, volume, and sound type, but they
carried two constants. The first was that they always packed a mean scent, with
Stan’s high protein diet not helping much in that department. The other was
that Stan, in addition to finding his farts funny, also found them very sexy.
Whenever anyone farted, whether it be himself or anyone else, Stan could feel
his face getting hotter and his pants getting tighter, with the moment usually
ending with him having to relieve himself of his arousal before resuming
business as usual. He shared this trait with the other three individuals, but
wouldn’t be oblivious to these others for much longer.
Today, however, Stan had every intention to take advantage of his temporary
solitude and indulge in his fetish as much as he could. After eating a
breakfast consisting of a can of baked beans and some leftover steak and
broccoli from the previous night, Stan sat on the couch wearing nothing but a
pair of white briefs. White briefs were Stan’s favorite kind of underwear
because he loved the way they felt on his body, particularly in how they kept
his testicles firmly in place and cradled his penis so well that he loved the
way erections felt in them. He decided against getting fully dressed because he
didn’t see the point, but decided to at least keep his briefs on in case he
ended up pooping during his farting streak, which happened to him earlier that
same week. Stan could feel his stomach churning as he turned on the TV and
started scrolling through the channels to find something that piqued his
interest.
Eventually, Stan came across a sports program and leaned back on the couch,
placing the remote on the table. But about a minute later, he sat up in
pleasant alarm as the first of what would be many gas bubbles suddenly found
its way to his anus. His anticipation building up, Stan muted the TV, lifted
his right butt cheek, and ripped a small but loud starter fart. This fart
lasted about two seconds, was about as loud as Stan’s normal speaking voice,
and almost sounded like a duck getting stepped on. After placing his butt cheek
back down on the couch, Stan then stuck his nose into the fart cloud to get a
whiff, concluding that it packed the right amount of scent that he was
expecting. “Today’s going to be a good day,” Stan said to himself as he settled
back into the couch.
But before Stan could get comfortable again, he noticed that another bubble of
gas had worked its way through his insides in what seemed like record time.
Getting excited once again, Stan lifted his left butt cheek and popped off a
slightly deeper-pitched bubbler that also lasted two seconds and was slightly
lower than the previous one. Waving his nose around, he noticed that this fart
had a stronger scent to it, which started making his blood pump into his penis
in the most delightful way. Stan, however, didn’t have much time to act on that
before he felt the need to fart again. Sitting up straight, Stan stretched out
his right leg to rip a pleasant sounding squeaker that lasted for three
seconds, and then stretched out his left leg to get the same result. Stan
didn’t have much time to absorb the smell, however, when he felt another fart
start pressing against his sphincter. He then placed his hands on his knees to
help himself stand up, aimed his butt right at the back of the couch, and
strained for about five seconds before releasing his strain with a deep,
satisfied exhale. Silent farts were Stan’s favorite because they carried the
strongest stenches, ensuring that he was going to get a very pleasing jack-off.
Stan then sat back down and crossed his arms over his chest, breathing in his
cumulated fart cloud with a deep-seated sense of happiness.
After a few seconds of breathing in his glorious fart smell, Stan noticed that
his penis had reached full erection. After sitting straight up, Stan then stuck
his penis through the pee hole of his white briefs and shivered with delight as
he wrapped his fingers around his sensitive member. Squeezing out two small
farts as a refresher, he then started slowly stroking his hand over his penis,
closing his eyes as carnal bliss started spreading all over his body. This
immense relaxation caused Stan to inadvertently let out a very long and smooth
fart that intensified the smell, driving him to stroke himself faster and
faster. This fast stroking eventually prompted Stan to rip what was quite
possibly the best fart of his entire life, which lasted about twelve seconds
straight, made a great and bubbly popping sound, and would have been much
louder if it hadn’t been muffled by the couch. This massive fart caused Stan to
reach his full climax, with a massive load of cum shooting out of his penis and
landing on the coffee table. After taking a few minutes to catch his breath,
Stan went into the kitchen to fetch some paper towels to clean up the mess. He
wiped up his semen, threw the paper towels away, and sat back down on the
couch, letting out a tiny poot for good measure.
After several more hours had passed and more beans, broccoli, and steak were
consumed, Stan was snapped out of his splendor when he heard a knock on the
door. After turning off the TV, Stan walked up to his bedroom to get dressed.
After reaching his room and opening his closet, he pulled out a pair of jeans
and a grey T-shirt. Stan pulled the shirt over his head and then slid his jeans
up his slender legs, ripping a small fart in the process. Even though that
wasn’t what he was supposed to be focusing on, Stan couldn’t help but breath in
the strong scent carried by the fart, and briefly wondered if he should get all
of his farts out in his room before greeting his guest at the door. But he
decided against that because his body was essentially a flatulence factory at
this point and he figured that whoever was at the door didn’t have all day. So
he buttoned his pants and set off to let whoever was at the door inside,
holding in another fart all the while.
After approaching the front door, Stan opened it and was greeted by a smiley
and upbeat Wendy Testaburger. Stan let her inside and received a small kiss on
the lips right afterward in return. Wendy had come to give Stan the homework he
had missed, which Kyle had normally done every day this past week but had to
have Wendy do instead due to issues of his own suddenly cropping up. “So, how
did school go today,” Stan asked as the fart bubble started feeling more
intense in his colon. “It went well like it usually does,” Wendy replied; but
before she could say anything else, Wendy took in a small breath and noticed an
unusual odor lingering throughout the air in the living room, prompting her to
ask, “What’s that smell?” “Oh, that was all from me,” Stan replied with a
little bit of nervousness creeping into his voice, “I had a lot of gas today
and I still do. I actually have to fart right now, do you mind?” After Wendy
answered with an unassuming, “No,” Stan then proceeded to let out a long
squeaker that fluttered out after four seconds. He then let out a sigh that
combined relief from letting out some gas and nervousness at what his
girlfriend was going to say about the idea of him farting so much that it stunk
up the entire living room over the course of several hours. But needless to
say, he was completely unprepared for the response he did receive: “Were you
farting your ass off all day so you could jerk off to it?”
***** Stan Marsh, Part 2 *****
“Yes, I was,” Stan responded in the most matter of fact manner possible. Ever
since Wendy’s question penetrated his eardrums all he could think about was how
much of a sicko she must now think he is. Granted, he didn’t really have any
way of knowing if that’s how Wendy was going to react, largely because he
always tried his best to hold in his farts whenever they were together; being a
very gassy person, Stan had also learned how to hold in his farts much better
than he was able to, but in the few instances where he failed, largely due to
the pain the act ended up inflicting on his stomach, Wendy never seemed to show
much of a reaction at all. That all ended up coming to this, as Stan was now
going to find out what his lady friend was going to find out about his hobby
once and for all. But needless to say, he wasn’t prepared for the answer that
Wendy did end up giving him.
“Oh, that’s great! Now I know that I’m not the only one who does that!” Wendy
then proceeded to punctuate her point by letting a high-pitched bubbler go on
for about three seconds. “Ah,” Wendy sighed in relief, “I’ve been holding that
one in since sixth period.” Two emotions immediately started racing through
Stan’s head at the same time. The first was immense relief: Stan felt like he
had a massive weight lifted off of his shoulders upon realizing that his
girlfriend, one of the most straight-laced people that he knows, had absolutely
no problems whatsoever with his peculiar sexual interest, the knowledge of
which was just as relieving as any amount of gas that he would ever pass. The
other was a small but noticeable sense of shock over the fact that his
girlfriend, who was, again, one of the most straight-laced people that he
knows, would ever admit to something that seemed so frisky and niche, so he
just had to get one question off of his chest.
“Wait, you have a fart fetish, too?” “Of course,” Wendy answered
enthusiastically, “I’ve known ever since I was fifteen when my vagina started
to tickle every time I farted.” “That’s how I found out, too, because I’d get a
boner every time I farted,” Stan replied, feeling that the connection between
himself and Wendy had just reached a new level, now that he knew that she and
him shared a common interest that could potentially take their love life to
brand new heights. Just as Stan came to this conclusion, however, Wendy held
her right index finger out to him and said, “Hey, pull my finger.” Without
question, Stan grabbed her finger and gave it a good tug, making Wendy pop off
another high-pitched bubbler that lasted for three seconds. The two of them
shared a friendly laugh before Stan interrupted by saying, “Now, pull my
finger.” Wendy then grabbed Stan’s finger and tugged it as well, which Stan
followed up by ripping a deep-pitched bubbler that sounded a little wet. The
two then burst out into slightly more intense laughter that was accompanied by
Wendy exclaiming, “Oh, there was a little surprise with that one,” to which
Stan responded by checking the back of his pants and saying, “Nope, we’re
good.”
Once the two allowed their laughter to stop, Wendy then started leaving the
living room and walking up the stairs. “Wait, where are you going,” Stan asked
a with a little bit of curiosity in his voice, to which Wendy answered, “Let’s
head up to your room and put our fetish to the test.” “Really, right now,” Stan
asked in return, which Wendy answered as she felt a bubble of gas reach her
anus, “Of course! Did you really think that we were just going to leave our
common fetish out of the picture.” With a combination of excitement and more
gas shooting through him, Stan immediately started following Wendy up the
stairs. Soon enough, they reached Stan’s bedroom, the air in which was still
musky from Stan’s small but potent fart that he ripped while he was getting
dressed shortly before. “Whew, how many was that,” Wendy asked as she playfully
waved her hand in front of her nose, to which Stan answered, “Just one.”
“Are you sure,” Wendy teasingly asked with a rather seductive tone of voice,
“it takes me about five or six to get my room to stink this bad.” “I eat a lot
of protein,” Stan replied, “and it gets really bad at the gym.” The two then
shared another short chuckle before Wendy planted her lips firmly on Stan’s,
which he returned by pressing back with just as much intensity. Their mere peck
eventually evolved into a fiery tongue dance, which eventually caused the two
to fall to their knees. The teens continued to lap their tongues together and
press their lips against one another when Wendy inadvertently ripped that fart
she had been holding in for the past couple of minutes. It only lasted for one
second and was largely muffled by the two’s light moaning, but Stan managed to
hear it and, in-between kisses, cried out, “Oh, I love it when you have gas.”
Stan then ripped his own fart, which wasn’t much louder but carried a much
stronger scent, making Wendy cry out, “I love it more when you do.” Continuing
their passionate interaction, the two managed to stand back up before Wendy was
cast down onto the bed on her back with Stan on top of her, continuing to kiss
like crazy the whole time.
After a few more seconds of making out, however, Wendy slid out from underneath
Stan, stood behind him, and started undoing the button and zipper on his jeans.
She eventually succeeded and pulled his jeans and briefs down his legs and to
his ankles. With his beautiful butt cheeks and fart-scented anus staring her
right in the face, Wendy could feel her mouth get as wet as her vagina. After
Stan blasted a loud and smelly one right at her, Wendy took the plunge and
stuck her tongue right into Stan’s sphincter. Stan moaned with intense pleasure
as he felt Wendy root her tongue around in his butt hole, the sensation of
which made another big bubble of gas build up in his stomach and travel down to
his crack. With his muscles relaxed, Stan popped off the new fart right into
Wendy’s open mouth. This just made Wendy root her tongue around in his anus
with much more vigor until Stan reached climax and shot a massive load of cum
onto his bedsheets, popping off another small fart involuntarily.
Once Stan had managed to regain his breath, he then asked out loud, “Is that
it?” “Not at all,” Wendy answered, still very much hot and bothered, “I want
you to fuck my butthole real good.” Stan then stood up as Wendy took his former
spot, pulling down her own jeans and leaning over to expose her own fart
scented anus to Stan. With his penis shooting almost right back to full
erection, Stan didn’t hesitate to stick his hard, throbbing member right into
Wendy’s sphincter, the sensation of which caused Wendy to involuntarily let out
a small but potent fart right onto his dick. The immense pleasure of being
farted on his penis caused Stan to start pumping his penis with intense but
graceful vigor, with his moaning becoming perfectly synchronized with Wendy’s.
But after about two minutes, Wendy popped off a massive fart that lasted for
about five seconds and was louder than anything either of them ripped
previously, causing Stan to make one last set of pumps before he shot another
load of cum right into Wendy’s rectum. He then pulled his penis out and took a
few seconds to catch his breath before crawling up to the pillows to take a
well-deserved rest. Wendy crawled up to join him right afterward and, silently
agreeing that homework can wait a little longer, drifted off to take a much-
needed nap together, ripping one last small fart each in the process.
***** Kyle Broflovski, Part 1 *****
“Okay, great, I’ll see you in a little bit,” Kyle said before hanging up his
phone. Kyle was planning a private day between himself and his lifelong best
friend Stan Marsh since he hadn’t seen him for the entire previous week. He was
out sick from school that entire week, so they agreed to get together on Friday
of the current week, which was the week before their spring break, just to hang
out and catch up on things. They really didn’t have anything special or
exciting planned for the day, they were just going to sit around and talk for
the most part. But since his parents were going to be out of town for the
weekend and his brother Ike was spending the weekend at a friend’s house of his
own, Kyle decided to take advantage of the situation to find out something
about Stan that he wouldn’t be able to find out in any other situation, if Stan
had a fart fetish or not.
As Kyle powered through puberty, he found out two things about himself. The
first was that he farted more than he used to; it wasn’t a very big increase,
it only went from fourteen farts per day to about twenty on average, but there
were some days where his body produced enough gas to power his car for an
entire school year, especially if he ate a lot of fiber that day. The other,
and most important, thing was that Kyle had a fetish for flatulence. Whenever
he ripped a fart with a particularly strong scent, which wasn’t as often as he
would have liked, he would take the opportunity to jack his throbbing erection
off until he reached a beautiful climax that spread his warm cum all over the
place. The problem, however, was that he felt absolutely alone when it came to
this fetish and he feared that he would be rejected by everyone because of it
if that secret got out. But after doing some online research, Kyle learned
that, just like any other fetish, is much more common than he thought and that
creating a small support network with other fart fetishists; therefore, Kyle
figured that finding out if his best friend had the fetish was the most logical
first step. He also learned that some people can suck their own dicks if they
tried hard enough, but that sounded completely implausible to him.
As Kyle waited for Stan to arrive, he started making preparations for the day,
primarily by ensuring that his body will create enough fart gas to stink up his
whole house for the entire weekend. His plan was to fart like there’s no
tomorrow when Stan was around so that he could be softened up to all of the
fart talk, and then when the time was right he would ask him if he had a fart
fetish. By doing this, he wouldn’t just ask him about it right off the bat and
risk creeping him out. He also decided that he was going to do it in a very
small amount of clothing to make him a little more comfortable talking about
sex-related matters. But if he got completely naked, he reasoned, that would
only make him suspicious for sure; therefore, he was going to spend the day
wearing nothing but his white briefs. White briefs were Kyle’s favorite kind of
underwear because he loved the way they looked and felt on his body, primarily
in how they kept his crotch firmly in place and made his ass look like the
sexiest ass in the world. After a lunch consisting of split pea soup, kidney
beans, almonds, and blackberries, Kyle sat down on the couch and waited for
Stan to show up, which couldn’t happen fast enough, Kyle thought, because it
already felt like he was going to explode from all the gas that was building up
inside of him.
After about fifteen minutes of waiting, Kyle heard a knock on the door. He then
turned off the TV, walked over to the door, and opened it to let Stan in. After
giving each other a hug and saying, “Hello,” Stan took off his shoes and placed
them on the side of the door. Once he turned back to Kyle, he noticed that he
was only wearing his briefs, so he asked, “Wait. Where are your clothes?” “Oh
yeah,” Kyle responded, “it’s pretty humid in the house so I just decided not to
wear many clothes today.” After a brief moment of reluctant thought, Stan
eventually decided that Kyle did kind of have a point since it was a very wet
spring and made some places much warmer than they should be at the time, so he
replied, “Yeah, okay,” and proceeded to strip down to his own white briefs,
both because of the humidity and so that he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable around
Kyle that day. After throwing his clothes on the couch, Stan turned back to
Kyle, with both of them now only clad in their white briefs, as both of their
stomachs gave off a loud gurgle at the same time; unbeknownst to Kyle, Stan had
also eaten a high-fiber lunch, this one consisting of brown rice, Brussels
sprouts, black beans, and mashed sweet potatoes, so he was going to help stink
up the house as well. Figuring that the time had come to start executing his
plan, Kyle turned around and started walking away from Stan.
As the first of what would be multiple bubbles of gas travel down to his anus,
Kyle sat down on the first step of the staircase just as Stan joined him and
asked, “Why are we sitting on the staircase?” “I’m just testing out the
acoustics,” Kyle replied. “So, you’re a drummer now,” Stan asked in response as
a gas bubble of his own reached his own anus, but Kyle soon followed up his
question by leaning forward, ripping a loud, high-pitched fart and saying, “I
think I can make some echoes.” Kyle and Stan burst out into friendly laughter
that was brought to a halt when Stan leaned forward himself and let out a loud,
deeper-pitched fart, with their laughter resuming right afterward. Once their
laughter died down, Kyle said, “I think I’m going to fart a lot today. You
don’t mind, do you?” “Of course not,” Stan answered reassuringly, “in fact, I”m
gonna fart a lot today, too. But that just means it’s going to be a very good
day.” “Oh yeah,” Kyle asked curiously, “why is that?” “Because farting is one
of my favorite things ever,” Stan answered enthusiastically, “besides feeling
so good to get the gas out, I also look forward to how long and loud they’re
going to be and what they might sound like. I also love the way they smell.”
After thinking about those reasons, Kyle eventually responded, “Yeah, that does
make sense. I mean, farting is one of my favorite things, too, but I never
thought of it that way. But those are very good points.”
Just as more gas started traveling through their intestines, Kyle, then asked,
“So, I’m sorry I couldn’t bring you your homework last Friday. What did you do
all day?” With a grin coming across his face, Stan answered, “I was just
sitting on the couch ripping farts the entire day, and when my parents came
home they thought an animal had died in there.” The two friends started
laughing once more, which was only intensified when Kyle and Stan farted in
succession. Figuring that talking about farts in tandem with the actual act
could potentially help further along any arousal, Kyle then asked, “I’m just
curious. When was the last time you farted in school?” Almost without
hesitation, Stan answered, “Yesterday, I had to fart so bad during bio, but I
had to hold it in for the entire class because it was too quiet.” “How badly
did you have to do it,” Kyle then added, with Stan replying, “Really bad, it
was starting to make my dick hurt. I almost jizzed myself when I ripped it in
the hall after.” The two began to laugh some more before slowly grinding to a
halt, after which Stan then asked, “When was your last time?” After a brief
moment of staring at his own half-erect penis, Kyle replied, “I was eating
lunch with Bebe back on Tuesday and I cut one silently, but of course she
managed to smell it from across the table.” He and Stan laughed once again
before Kyle shouted, “Wait,” and lifted his left butt cheek to rip an airy but
audible fart with a potent scent. Before the two could start laughing again,
Stan leaned backward and popped off a rough-sounding bubbler that lasted for
three seconds, after which he and Kyle laughed once again.
After the laughter had subsided, Kyle then shimmied over to Stan and sat his
butt down on his genital region. Stan didn’t even have the chance to ask Kyle
what he was doing before Kyle ripped a wet one on his dick and jokingly asked,
“Smells scrumptious, doesn’t it?” Kyle sat back down in his spot and laughed
before Stan suddenly asked, “Hey, what’s that"; he then bent out of his spot as
if he was going to pick something up, but in the process ripped a long, bubbly
fart right into Kyle’s face. Kyle jokingly started to cough and spit while Stan
replied, “You asked for it,” with the two resuming their friendly laughter
right afterward. After this latest bout of laughter subsided, Kyle then asked,
“Did you remember to lock your door before you left? Fart once if yes.” Stan
then placed both of his hands on his knees and slightly leaned forward to
mockingly give this question some thought, but only about ten seconds passed
before Stan cut a pleasant sounding whiner that lasted for three seconds and
said, “I did.” Stan then sat back up while Kyle emitted a very fake-sounding
laugh that sounded like he almost had trouble breathing. “Wow,” Stan
sarcastically asked, “what noise just came out of your body.” After noticing
that his penis had reached the full erection, Kyle jokingly replied, “This,”
and lifted his right butt cheek to unleash a very long, high-pitched ripper
that sounded like it hurt coming out. The two boys shared another great belly
laugh before Stan held his right index finger out to Kyle and said, “Pull my
finger.” “My pleasure,” Kyle replied, after which he then gave Stan’s finger a
good tug, making Stan rip a smooth-sounding whiner that was pungent enough to
start making his and Kyle’s eyes water. The two laughed again for a brief
moment before Kyle then held his right index finger out to Stan and said, “Now
you pull mine.” “No problem,” Stan replied and gave Kyle’s finger just as good
a tug, but was confused when there was no sound to follow it. But immediately
afterward, a very punching smell hit Stan’s nostrils and he looked over to
Kyle. “I thought we could use some quiet,” Kyle quipped, snickering. The two
then laughed once more before Stan lifted his butt off his spot, first to let
out a very small squeaker and say, “Wait, no,” and strained for a little bit
before he managed to rip his own silent but deadly that got the same reaction
from Kyle, initial confusion before the smell smacked him right in the face.
After about an hour of the two sitting at the bottom of the stairs ripping
farts, Kyle decided that it was time to begin the next phase of his plan. He
stood up and had Stan start following him up to his bedroom, their combined
flatulence traveling all over to stink up the air in the entire house. Soon
afterward, the two erect boys reach Kyle’s bedroom, with Stan shutting the door
and locking it at Kyle’s request. After examining his fully erect penis for a
few more seconds, Kyle looked over at Stan walking back from the door and
noticed that his penis seemed to be fully erect as well. Pleased that he could
get the answer he wanted, after all, Kyle clenched his hands into fists, bent
his knees slightly, and farted very loudly and said, “We’re all
alone fartknocker.” Stan responded by clenching his hands, bending his knees,
and farting just as loudly and retorting, “You’re one to talk, fartknocker!”
Kyle started to mockingly chuckle before Stan suddenly tackled him without
warning. The sudden shock of this caused Kyle to involuntarily let out a small
fart, but he soon mustered the strength to fight back. He knocked Stan onto his
face, who in turn tried to drive Kyle off of him by ripping three raunchy farts
in succession. But instead, Kyle turned him over onto his back and sat on his
face. He then ripped a smooth fart right onto Stan’s face before he looked over
and noticed that Stan’s penis was, in fact, fully erect. Pleased that he got
the result that he wanted, Kyle farted in Stan’s face once again, prompting
Stan to tap out. The two stood up laughing some more, but once the laughing was
done, Kyle asked Stan for final confirmation, “Stan, do you have a fart
fetish?”
***** Kyle Broflovski, Part 2 *****
“All right, fine, yes,” Stan conceded, “I have a fart fetish.” Stan had
genuinely tried to keep this as closely guarded a secret as he could because he
wanted to wait for the right time to tell Kyle about his fetish since he
figured that he really shouldn’t keep his best friend out of the loop from
something that he let his girlfriend in on previously. But he knew all along
that Kyle was trying to get him to admit this secret since Kyle never just
lounges around in his underwear because it’s too warm, usually isn’t this open
about his gas-passing, and seemed to glance at Stan’s penis previously as if to
see if he had an erection. “But you know what, I knew that you were trying to
pull that on me this whole time,” Stan boldly claimed as he felt another fart
reach the end of his colon. “I don’t care about that, I’m just glad that you
have a fart fetish, too,” Kyle responded in a very relieved manner as he
loosened his knees and let a whiny fart escape from his ass.
“Wait, you have one, too,” Stan asked, his curiosity having piqued. “Yeah,”
Kyle answered, “they’re the only thing I jack off to, pretty much.” “Me too,”
Stan answered enthusiastically, “and I was going to tell you at some point, I
just didn’t know when.” As his stomach continued to gurgle, Kyle then added,
“That’s fine. I just wanted to know whether or not I was the only one who had
that fetish.” “I see,” Stan replied, “but you want to know what else I can do?”
Kyle focused harder on Stan as he prepared to reveal his other secret, with
Stan revealing, “I can also do autofellatio.” “You mean you can suck your own
dick,” Kyle asked in a rather confused manner, “but how is that even?…” “Hold
that thought for a minute,” Stan interrupted, which he then followed by ripping
that fart he had been holding in for the past couple of minutes; it lasted no
longer than two seconds and almost sounded like a goose. He then gave it a
quick sniff and signaled Kyle to continue talking, with Kyle finishing his
earlier question, “But how is that even possible?”
“Oh, it can be done,” Stan answered reassuringly, “it just takes a lot of
flexibility and patience.” As yet another bubble of gas started working through
him, Kyle tilted his head to the right and asked, “So, how long have you been
doing it?” “I first tried it after I broke my wrists at Aspen last year,” Stan
explained, “I was looking for a different way to pleasure myself whenever I was
on a farting streak and it turned out to be much easier than I thought, so I
decided to keep doing it every now and then.” “I’m going to be honest,” Kyle
admitted, “I didn’t think that was even real.” After a brief moment of
thinking, Stan then asked, “Would you like me to show you?” Taken aback, Kyle
unknowingly let out another whiny fart and asked, “Really?” “Sure,” Stan
answered, “you just have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone, okay?” “You
got it,” Kyle reaffirmed, “so how do you want to do it, stand back from you a
bit and keep farting while you suck yourself off?”
“That sounds perfect,” Stan replied, “but just give me a second to get this
fart out. I’m always too afraid of shitting myself if I tried to fart while
doing this.” Stan then held out his arms to his sides, lifted his right leg,
and proceeded to rip a fart that had been giving him a little bit of pain for
the past couple of minutes. This particular fart lasted about ten seconds, was
very loud and high-pitched, and almost sounded like it came out of a cartoon,
with the two boys breaking out into laughter right afterward. Once that was
taken care of, Stan then sat down on the floor, stuck his penis, still erect
due to all of the farting that was still going on, out of the pee hole of his
briefs, bent his legs upward and toward his head, and placed his penis in his
mouth. Kyle gasped and farted in shock as he watched his best friend proceed to
do something that he himself had dismissed as a myth earlier that same week.
Kyle always had to see something to believe it, and this, needless to say, was
no exception.
After snapping out of his amazement, Kyle noticed that Stan was trying to
signal him to turn around and start farting while he had his whole penis in his
mouth. Kyle complied and turned around, bending his knees to stick his
flatulent butt in Stan’s general direction. As he could hear his best friend
sucking on his erect penis like a lollipop, Kyle started straining to push out
some farts but was unsuccessful. He then attempted this a few more times but
didn’t get any results, but when he sniffed the fart-polluted air in his
bedroom, he looked down at the bulge in his underwear and decided on a
different method. After turning around to see that Stan had his eyes closed due
to him being too caught up in his own pleasure to really notice anything, Kyle
stuck his erect penis out of the pee hole of his own briefs and started sliding
his hand back and forth over it, hoping that the pleasure could help him get
his farts out easier. Kyle started jacking himself slowly, but after a long,
smooth fart suddenly shot out of him, he started motioning faster in the hopes
of getting similar results. Kyle then found himself masturbating in full
throttle while ripping farts along the way, helping Stan successfully suck
himself off in the process. But finally, after about two minutes of hard work
on the part of both, Kyle unleashed a fart that lasted for about eight seconds
and seemed loud enough to break the sound barrier. This resulted in both boys
reaching climax at approximately the same moment, with Kyle letting his splooge
splatter all over the carpet and Stan letting his coat the roof of his mouth.
Once that was all over, Kyle walked back over to Stan and sat down next to him
to regain his breath alongside him, with the both of them ripping another fart
each for good measure.
After taking a few seconds to rest, Stan went into the bathroom to get his cum
out of his mouth, while Kyle cleaned up his semen on the carpet. Once those
were taken care of, the two walked back downstairs so that they could say
goodbye before Stan left to go home. After putting his clothes back on, Stan
opened the front door and ripped one last fart as a going-away present. He and
Kyle laughed one last time before Stan shut the door and left. Kyle then
started to open all of the windows to air out the collective stink, ripping one
last small fart himself in the process.
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