Should I fart..?

Author’s Note: Yooooo guys and gals! So we actually have ourselves a MALE FARTING STORY. That’s right, a male, a not female, not girl, male. Hold on a sec, I wanna tell you guys somethin about male fartin stuffs… Hm, actually, I’ll tell you in the description. ANYWAY, the idea is a dude in class deciding to fart or not. Will he? Course he will! But but happens between, before, and after may be some thought food for ya. With that bein said, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO…… LESS DU DIS SHEEOIOUT!!

1. Yo yo yooooo! It’s ya boi, Ado! I jus wanted to say that I’m about 11 pages into that main story. That one will be a female fart story so no need to worry about that. I really do apologize for writing so slowly, my desire to write has been low thanks to school and this video game I’ve been playing a lot but fear not! I think I’m slowly getting my mojo back! So anyway, hope you enjoy the story.




“Okay class… so I hope you all have your assignments finished.. I’m about to collect them. Please take out your homework so I can stamp it.” Mrs. Step said. She was a math teacher for her high school class. With the amount of energy and effort she puts into her lessons, everyone in the class can tell she cares about the students there. Too bad the same can’t be said about every student in class about her. However there’s one boy who always had the teacher’s eye in terms of effort and behavior and his name is Joseph. He’s not the smartest kid in class so no one picks on him and he’s not always asking questions in class to appear like he’s a teacher’s pet.

He perfectly balances it out to where he has respect from both students and the teacher. His seat is in the middle of the class because he’d feel too weird being so close to a teacher like her. He feared that she would constantly check up on him and that would mess up his reputation of being cool. He had plenty of friends in the class he’d often talk to but only during the work periods of the class, when everyone is allowed to talk and work together.

There wasn’t anything too special about the classroom or any of the students really. The class held about 30 students each ranging from smart nerds to freeloaders, jocks, goth, and obvious teacher’s pets. Joseph wasn’t in any of those categories, he was his own man with his own style. Well, 17 isn’t considered a man yet in America but he might as well be, he often tells himself. This particular class period was just as any normal class day as ever.

He was often a gassy guy since he never skips breakfast and makes sure it’s packed with protein and he loves dairy products. This particular morning: he made himself a bunch of scrambled eggs with some turkey sausage, turkey bacon, and a hash brown. He broke up all the food: wrapped it up into a burrito, added a huge chuck of sour cream, and put a fat layer of shredded taco cheese on top. That was his breakfast and he completed it with a big glass of whole milk.

So naturally he was gassy from his but he’s usually slick with letting his gas out going undetected. Today, he was feeling a lot more bloated than usual so he knew he would be in trouble if he wasn’t careful. He bent over to reach for his backpack when a sudden rush of gas bolted it’s way to it’s natural exit. He was quicker however and clenched his cheeks as hard as he could not letting a single puff or trickle of gas out.

While that was taking place, he proceeded onward to get his homework, he’d rather not have Mrs. Step think he didn’t do his homework and get marked for that. In a short amount of time, he retrieved his homework and made it back to his upright position. The gas wasn’t nearly as feisty as when he leaned over but he knew it would come back for round two, it’s just a matter of knowing when.

“Let’s see..” Mrs. Step said grabbing her clipboard and stamp out. With this process, she would check to see who’s hear and who has their homework at the same time. She started at the top right part of the class searching for the homework as if she were a searchlight watching out for intruders. “Good job Susy, well done.” She said in a quiet enough voice so only a few around her could hear. The girl just nodded having yet another assignment finished and not feeling surprised by it. She then check off a box next to her name to show that she was hear and moved on to the next student.

“Feel free to talk amongst yourselves class while I check for homework.” Mrs. Step said calling out to the class. Joseph could hear a student in the back of the classroom panic pull his homework and rapidly complete it. So he just talked to a nearby friend of his about his weekend and how he enjoyed his.

Before he knew it, Mrs. Step was at his row. She liked to go vertically up the rows so he knew he’d be getting his stamp soon. He just ended his conversation with his friend too so good timing on her part. What wasn’t good timing however was his reigning opponent after him. He knew this day would come but something frightened him. He could feel his stomach moan loudly and a tight pinch in his gut. That pinch intensified when Mrs. Step drew closer and closer with her stamp and clipboard equipment ready to check him off. She was right behind him when he felt his belly lighten up on the pinching and shift downward to their rightful exit.

His heart beating this time because he’s never got caught farting in class before or felt a gas bubble of this magnitude travel so furiously to its final destination. Time seemed to have slowed down for him because he started to really noticed the close things around him. He could hear the scribbling of her pencil checking off the box and the dipping of her stamp in that special ink pad for a smooth and effective stamp. Everyone was doing their own thing whether that be browsing their phone or talking with others. Joseph remained uncomfortable still sitting straight up in his desk. He didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t run away out of the class, he was about to be stamped for attendance.

It’d look weird for him to just leave without saying anything so his option was to fight! Having previously won all of his battle against his gas like foe, he braced himself for the hardest clenching of his life. Mrs. Step’s stamp finally smacked against the student’s paper and her light clacking can be heard behind him. Joseph’s heart beated faster and faster as the gas continued to build and build before being ready to make it’s grand entrance. He felt a massive amount of pressure travelling quickly from his intestine to his rear.

More clacking against the plain white floor and he could see her short sleeves in his peripheral vision. He already knew he lost this battle from the moment the very first amount of pressure he felt in his end. He turned his head to Mrs. Step slowly and with an upset expression.

“What’s…”

His worst nightmare was already unleashed before his and everyone’s very eyes and ears. Even his sweatpants wasn’t enough to dull out the horrid sound that came out. All he could do at that moment was stare into her eyes as everyone and everything in that room froze. There was a new teacher in that room today and everyone gave it the proper respect it needed to speak it’s rancid wisdom.

BRRRBBRRRRPBBB…

It really didn’t work in his favor that he was seated upon a hard seat. All he did was stare at his teacher’s concerned and shocked face. With her already pale skin, it was hard to tell if she was going to faint or not. The worst had yet to hit, now was just the wonderful orchestra of bubbling bubbles against a hard seat.