Fart Fetish Stories

She would babysit me some times. One day in class she farted, super super loud and it reeked like rotten eggs. Instead of being embarrassed, she kind of laughed at the class when we were all gagging from the smell and from that point on I loved farts. During school I also had some girls that would bully and tease me often which also plays a big role in the story because my brain started to see it as natural that I was below them because they did better in the class. Years later when I had a phone, I decided to look up some of these topics and that’s when I saw my first fart video. It was of Savana fox mercilessly farting on so poor guys face. And from that point on, I was completely addicted to farts.

I was at a family get-together, just sitting around in the living room. One of my older cousins accidentally passed gas. A couple of the adults laughed, she looked embarrassed, and someone made a joke about it. Everyone moved on pretty quickly. But for some reason, I didn’t. I remember just sitting there thinking about it. I didn’t know why it stuck in my head. It just did.Obviously at 5 there was nothing sexual about it. I didn’t even understand anything like that. It was more that I felt very aware of the moment. The embarrassment, the reaction, the fact that it was something people weren’t “supposed” to do. It felt awkward but also kind of fascinating in a way I couldn’t explain.Then when I was around 11 or 12, something similar happened at school. A girl in class accidentally passed gas during a quiet lesson. A few kids laughed, she went red, and the teacher tried to brush past it. I remember feeling that same strange awareness again. But this time I was older. Puberty was starting, even if I didn’t fully understand it yet. The feeling wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It had changed.I didn’t tell anyone. I didn’t even really admit it to myself properly. Back then, especially growing up in the 80s, you just kept things like that to yourself. There wasn’t internet forums or anything like that where you could quietly see if other people experienced the same thing. So I just assumed it was something odd about me.Through my teens and into adulthood, it stayed in the background. It wasn’t something that controlled my life or affected relationships in a big way. It was just… there. Sometimes I’d think about where it came from and it always went back to those early moments. I honestly think it was the mix of embarrassment and attention that made it stand out in my mind as a kid, and then puberty kind of attached itself to that memory later on.Now at 53, I don’t see it as a big dramatic thing. It’s just part of how my brain developed, I suppose. Looking back, it makes more sense than it used to. When you’re younger it feels confusing, maybe even shameful. With age, it just feels like one small piece of who you are.That’s probably the biggest change — not the interest itself, but how I see it. Time makes a difference.

His older sis walked through the room and suddenly farted. She stop for a second, then just kep walking like nothing happened. My friend laughed and shouted at her, and she shouted back from the hallway. I don’t know why, but that moment stay in my head more than it should. I feel embarrassed, even though was not me. But at the same time I feel nervous in my stomach, like something was different. Later the night I was still thinking about it and I didn’t really understand why it affect me like that.After that, when something similar happen, I notice the same feeling again. Not every time, just sometime. I never speak about this with anyone. In Saudi Arabia it’s not something we can really talk about openly. People judge very fast and these topics are considered shameful, so I keep it to myself. As I get older, I slowly realizeing it became connected with attraction. I didn’t decide this, it jus developed over time during my teenage year. Maybe because it was strong memory and I was at age where everything feels more intense. Now I understand myself better. It just something that form in my mind when I was boy. It doesn’t control my life, but it is still a private part of me that don’t share with people around me.

I’ve always been a fan of ass and butt stuff and she used to love eating my ass (not as much as I enjoyed it though hehe) and she loved getting her ass ate.Now eating ass to me is an art form, I absolutely worship them cheeks and asshole until you are sent to heaven. One day I was eating her ass, her in doggy position and me on my knees behind just eating that ass like it was my last meal and jerking myself off.She was moaning so hard and pushing back and she accidentally farted, right on my tongue! It just slipped out and I immediately came. She was so embarrassed and was apologising and I was laughing saying it was actually really sexy and I loved it, but I think she was just thinking I was trying to make it not embarrassing for her.So a few weeks go by and no mention of it, but I’m just fantasising about it daily, watching fart porn. So I finally got up the guts to say, please do it again. And she occasionally would try. And that’s the story of how I developed this fetish.