Fart story one-shots 2!

Another Hiding Place, (scat)

~Warning: this story contains lots of scat. If you don't like scat, then don't read this one, and don't worry I have other regular old fart stories I'm working on.~

Here's , if you haven't read it yet. This is the sequel to that story, so check that out first before you read this. It's one of my shortest stories so it wont take long.

Clark had first met Rose when he was still in high school. She was as pretty back then as she was now. Back then, he didn't know why she even bothered to talk to him, as she was constantly being swarmed by other more attractive guys desperate to get her attention. But every day at school she would come over to him and chat with him for at least a little while before leaving to go do something else. Eventually, she revealed to him that the reason she talked to him was because she thought it was funny how nervous he got around her. She loved watching him squirm and blush, she thought it was an adorable source of endless entertainment. This knowledge was a little humiliating for Clark, but he didn't really mind it so much; she was always kind to him, and their conversations were usually really good. She was good company, even if she seemed to think of him as a cute little puppy rendered helpless in the presence of a pretty girl. So when Rose signed up for theater club towards the end of high school, Clark went ahead and signed up too, and to his amazement, not only did he get in, he got the part of Rose's love interest. He got to play her boyfriend, and there was even a scene where Rose's character kissed him on the lips. During the nights leading up to the first rehearsal, Clark stayed up feverishly jacking off, fantasizing about what it would be like to kiss the absolute perfection that was Rose.

However, he soon found out it wasn't as nice as he'd hoped it would be.

Sure, when they first practiced the scene, the kiss itself felt amazing. Rose was even more gorgeous and sexy up close, and her hands felt so nice as they traveled over his body. Her lips looked incredible, shaped so perfectly, so enticingly, and they felt even better. It was a couple of seconds of pure bliss, and Rose threw everything she had into her performance, making the kiss loving, tender, and most of all, incredibly arousing for Clark.

He immediately got a boner. Fortunately, Rose didn't seem to notice, but it was still extremely awkward trying to hide his raging erection from everybody in the class. The next time they practiced the scene, the second he felt her beautiful lips touch his, he got hard again. He got yet another erection the third time. But the fourth time was the worst. He would remember it the rest of his life: seeing Rose's beautiful face turn to meet his, seeing her breasts bounce under her theater t-shirt as she walked up to him, watching her soft lips part as her face neared his. But then, she paused for a moment.

"Try not to get hard this time, okay?" she had whispered, with the biggest smirk on her face.

Of course, that had made Clark rock hard immediately, and he was throbbing by the time she was kissing him. He wasn't sure what it was, but she did something different with her mouth when her lips were pressed against his, and before he knew it, he was experiencing the most powerful orgasm of his life, wrapped up in her arms in front of the entire class. Rose felt it immediately, he knew because she tensed up a little and made a small noise. But she powered through the scene, completely dedicated to her performance, continuing to passionately kiss Clark even as his cock pumped cum into his pants.

When the kiss ended, Rose quickly glanced around at the rest of the class and pulled at his shirt to make sure it was covering his bulge and the stain of his orgasm. He had to admit, this was thoughtful of her. But later, he saw her grouped with her friends, talking and giggling with huge grins on their faces. Ever few moments, Rose would glance towards him as she talked, her smile looking as pretty as ever as she laughed. From then on, she and her friends would never let him forget it, constantly teasing him about it, calling him "lover boy" and "boner man," and their image of him as a darling helpless nervous mess around girls was reinforced tenfold. But even so, Clark tolerated it. For one, it wasn't so bad. They were never overly mean about it, clearly only having playful intentions, and when they weren't teasing him, Rose and her friends were actually quite kind to him. Also, Rose was really really pretty.