Okay, so farts are embarrassing, but everyone does it. If you don’t do it, you could become sick! I had read that holding in farts was terrible, so when I was on a date with Ian, I simply let it all out. We sat on the couch, sharing a blanket and watching a movie. It was a really serious part of the movie, and I didn’t want to ruin it by getting up to excuse myself and toot in the restroom. I took the risk knowing that everyone else does it and that some males even enjoy it! I turned away from Ian and let out that fart, hoping it would be silent. Instead, it was really loud! Ian glanced at me in surprise as the backlash from my ass wind pressed on his leg. “Parker, did you just fart?”
I felt a little awkward; I had no idea he was going to ask me about it. I assumed it would merely stay between us awkwardly till it passed! My hands clasped together in my lap as I nodded. “Sorry, I couldn’t hold it in.” Ian shocked me by chuckling and then grabbing my shoulders. “Baby, I have a fart fetish, I even do fart fetish phone sex all the time!” His face lit up as he knelt before me and pleaded. “Please, say there is more where that one came from?” I nodded, and he groaned. “Please! Bend over, and let me sniff one!” Now, I felt both humiliated and eager. There was more where that came from, and I appreciated the offer to let them out!
I went onto my knees and gripped the back of the sofa; peering back over my shoulders, I saw Ian seize my hips and press his nose between my cheeks. The tight biking shorts I wore would do little to deflect the tremendous blow I unleashed while waiting for him. “Ready?” When I asked, Ian simply moaned. It was time to indulge the boy’s fart fetish phone sex fantasies! Call 1 888 8 FREAKY and ask for Parker!