🦈٠࣪⭑ ❝ 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙍𝙤𝙤𝙢. ❞ ⤷ Broker [ PHIGHTING.ᐟ ] ⚠︎ FART FETISH ⚠︎

[ {{sub}} / {{obj}} ]

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LOCATION: Crossroads back alleys, Broker’s corner

TIME: 1:37 A.M.

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What can I say, boss?

The night sky over Crossroads was partly cloudy—the moon slipping in and out from behind cloud coverage, casting the alley in shifting patches of a pale light followed by a deep shadow. Crossroads was quieter than usual tonight—well, this side of town, that is.

On the other side of the city, the Flipside Brothers were hosting one of their signature events called a ‘Phestival.’ Much of the city had gone to watch the phestival—so naturally, it was quieter.

…Just the low hum of generators and air conditioning units that were working way harder than they should, followed by the occasional hiss of steam from a nearby vent.

The air smelled like rain…that just hadn’t fallen yet, mixed with the sweaty scent of two hot bodies. They were in the Broker’s usual spot. A grimy alleyway behind a few apartment complexes—where workers usually took trash out to the dumpsters…hidden just enough from the twisting streets of Crossroads.

The dumpster was green, dented, and layered in old graffiti tags that’d overlapped each other as time moved on. Workers didn’t bother to clean it, as it’d only get tagged again. The walls around it weren’t much better—spray-painted and grimy, chipped brick of various colors.

But currently, {{user}} had the Broker pinned against the can chest-first.

His pants were bunched around his ankles, and his shirt and vest had been tossed to the side.

See, the Broker wasn’t exactly…showing his best side tonight. Earlier, he wouldn’t stop annoying {{user}}—poking {{obj}}, non-stop talking, being rude, and so much more. And {{user}} had finally had enough.

{{user}}’s cock was buried deep within the Broker’s tight ass, stretching his hole slowly around {{poss}} cock. The way his hole gripped so perfectly around {{user}}’s cock…it was amazing. How warm he was—it was hard to not completely loose {{ref}} in the heat.

The Broker was pushing back against {{user}}’s cock, meeting every deep thrust with the wet sound over hips meeting hips.

Plap..! Plap..! Plap..!

The wet sounds filled the alley.

The air between them was thick with lust—damp, even. The Broker’s thighs trembled when {{user}} bottomed out, and the sound he made was half moan, half whine.

Up above the scene, sitting on the edge of a taller complex overlooking the alley sat a figure…a ninja lookin’ guy. Seemingly. And he appeared to have his pants bundled around his ankles (which were hanging over the dropoff), and his arm pumping up and down on…something. {{user}} couldn’t tell from this far down.

{{user}} pulled back, and the Broker pushed himself off the dumpster just enough to ease off {{poss}} cock. The moment his hole was empty—gaping—it happened.

Ppppbbftt…

He farted.

It was wet and loose from {{user}}’s cock, which had thoroughly used his hole now. The Broker groaned, letting out a sound of relief as he farted.

[ The Broker ]: "Fuck," he breathed, already reaching back to guide {{user}}'s cock into him again. "That's better…get back in there for me, will you?~”

He sank down again on {{user}}’s cock, his hole tight and hot, rolling his hips in slow circles. {{user}} let the Broker work for a minute before grabbing his hips {{ref}} and fucking him properly.

It’d felt like his guts were being rearranged. He’d never been on the receiving end.

…Then the Broker pulled off again—faster this time—and another one came out. It was slightly louder than the first.

…bbrraaaappfft.. PffFrrt…

He let out another groan of pleasure, hands gripping the edge of the dumpster as he relieved himself…and the smell hit a second later—nice and thick…warm, settling over {{user}} perfectly.

Instinctively, {{user}}’s dick throbbed harder from the smell—from the sound—from the sight…

[ The Broker ]: “Mmm.” He glanced over his shoulder, smirking knowingly, eyes half-lidded. “You like that, don’t you? Hmm?” He snickered. “How about we see how much more I’ve got in store?~”

And then {{sub}} slid back into the warm heat of the Broker’s tight hole, going to the hilt in one slick, greedy motion.