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The Loss of all Respect

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Content Warning: ass to mouth / bullying / cheating / fart kink / homophobia / verbal insults

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Liam had a wonderful day. It wasn't at all a given. For one thing, he'd just gone through a breakup. His boyfriend Sven had ended their 4 years long relationship overnight. For another, today was Liam's 30th birthday. So now he was officially one of "the old guys." But he had his best friend Patricia and her fiancé Chris to thank for the fact that he didn't have negative things swirling around in his head. The two of them had picked him up and taken him out to celebrate. It was a fun night, and Liam was truly happy to have such good friends.

It was already the middle of the night when the three friends finally arrived at Chris and Patricia's house. Patricia was visibly exhausted and happy to get straight to bed. Chris, as usual, had handled the alcohol better than any of the other two.

"Well, guys, thanks again for the great birthday party!" Liam said, staggering. He was clearly struggling to stay on his feet.

"Under no circumstances are you going home alone!" Pat said worriedly.

One look in Chris's direction was enough, and he knew what to do.

"Okay, I'll take him home," said Chris, kissing his fiancée.

"You're simply the best man in the world!" Liam exclaimed, throwing himself around Chris's neck.

"Hey, hey, you're going to fall over, man," Chris said worriedly, holding Liam until he was back on his feet.

"I have a feeling I'm going to regret this..." Chris said quietly to himself.

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Shortly afterward, Chris arranged a taxi to take them both to Liam's apartment. About 20 minutes later, they entered the apartment, and Chris brought Liam to the living room, where he sat down in an armchair. Chris brought his friend a glass of water and advised him to drink it. While Liam sat there for a few minutes drinking the water, Chris sat down on the couch. He wanted to make sure Liam was okay before he went home. When Chris felt Liam had regained some of his composure, he advised him to go to bed.

"What, bed? No, man, I'm fine. I don't want this day to end already. Please stay a little longer and let's chat some more," said Liam.

Chris looked at Liam's rosy-cheeked face and shook his head.

"Oh, come on, Chris, it's my birthday!" begged Liam.

"Technically, your birthday already ended at midnight. And you desperately need sleep, bro," replied Chris.

"Please, Chris, at least stay for one more beer. I even have your favorite kind in the fridge."

"Well, you win, Liam!" huffed Chris.

Liam beamed with joy. He was about to get up to go get two bottles of beer from the kitchen, but Chris insisted that Liam stay seated.

"I know my way around here, I'll get the beer. It's your birthday, after all," Chris said sarcastically.

So Chris went into the kitchen to get two bottles of beer for himself and Liam, as promised. Back in the living room, he handed one of the bottles to his friend. He stopped next to Liam and opened his beer bottle. The cap accidentally fell on the floor. Chris bent down to pick it up. Then another unexpected mishap occurred. A long, wet fart escaped Chris, one he'd been suppressing for far too long. While he hoped at first that it was too quiet for Liam to hear, the smell was a whole other issue.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, bro. I couldn't hold it in any longer," Chris laughed.

"Wow, boy, this gas smells so intense, it could kill us both. But I love the smell..."

Chris looked over at his friend, confused, unsure if he'd just heard the answer correctly.

"You LOVE the smell?" Chris asked incredulously.

"Yeah, man... Such a delicious fart could only come from a handsome man like you," Liam replied, inhaling the foul air deeply.

"You're kidding me!" Chris laughed incredulously.

But his friend shook his head and emphasized that he was completely serious. Somewhat shocked, Chris sat back down on the couch opposite Liam's chair and took a hearty swig from the bottle. The fart still hung heavy in the air, and Liam seemed to be genuinely enjoying it. It was like a strange fever dream, what was happening here right now.

"I already know I regret asking, but I'm curious... do you get horny when you smell other people's farts?" Chris asked.

Liam thought for a moment. Then he answered:

"Not from other people's farts in general. But when they're from attractive, handsome men like you, then yes, definitely!"

Chris took another sip of his beer. This situation was so strange. He'd known Liam for five years now. Just as long as he had known his fiancée Patricia. Chris always thought Liam was a cool guy. The fact that he was gay never played a role for Chris. Liam was the first gay man he had really gotten to know in his life. And precisely because he found Liam so likeable, he couldn't understand in the slightest why so many other straight men harbored resentment against gays. Basically, Chris had quickly accepted Liam as a friend - viewed him as an equal to his other friends. But Liam's confession that he gets horny when he smells Chris's farts made him feel uneasy. Besides, Liam had just admitted that he finds Chris "attractive and handsome." In all these years, it never occurred to Chris that he could be Liam's type. And even though he felt a little uncomfortable with these thoughts, Chris wanted to seize the opportunity and get the "complete truth" out of Liam.

"You say you find me attractive and handsome, right? What exactly do you find so attractive and handsome about me?" Chris wanted to know.

"Wow, where do I even begin?..." Liam sighed.

"I mean, just look at you. That perfect, defined body. Your perfect, clear skin, the sharp edges of your chin, your crystal-clear light blue eyes... Your full, soft lips. Every time you smile, I get butterflies in my stomach! And it's not just your physical attractiveness. It's your personality too. You're such a good guy! You take such great care of Pat, as well as your family and friends. You're successful in your job. In discussions, you always make well-thought-out and good arguments. You have no idea how happy I am for Pat that you're her fiancé! And if I'm being completely honest, I'm a little jealous too," Liam admitted.

It felt so strange for Chris to hear those words from his friend. He didn't know whether to feel honored or ashamed that another guy found him so attractive. Chris didn't know what to make of all this.

"Bro, that's intense. That almost sounds like a love confession to me..." Chris finally said.

"And if it is one?" Liam asked, shrugging.

"Bro, that's so weird. I had no idea you felt that way about me... Be honest, do you sometimes think about me when you jerk off?"

"Sometimes? Chris, I almost always think about you!" Liam admitted unashamedly.

Chris felt a little bad at first for taking advantage of Liam because of the fact that Liam was totally drunk right now. But it shouldn't stop him from digging deeper.

"Bro, that seriously shocks me. You think about me while you jerk off? Fuck, the thought makes me feel kind of sick," Chris admitted openly.

Liam's reaction was interesting. His wide grin disappeared. He now seemed concerned and realized what he had just admitted. 

"I...I'm sorry, Chris. I really didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I shouldn't have said that," Liam whined.

Chris thought for a moment. Finally, he told Liam not to feel bad. After all, Chris had asked about it himself, and honesty was, after all, the foundation of a good friendship.

"So is there anything else you want to confess to me, Liam?" Chris finally asked.

"Well... there is actually one thing... I feel so bad about it... do you really want to know?" Liam asked hesitantly.

"Sure. Come on, come on, tell me," Chris said impatiently.

"Okay... well, how should I put it? Remember our skiing holiday together a while ago? You lost your underwear after using the hotel sauna. I have to admit, you didn't lose them. I stole them. And I sniff them almost every day."

Chris almost dropped the beer bottle from his hand. He couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"Wow, Liam, I'm speechless. That vacation was six months ago. You're telling me you've been sniffing a pair of my used underwear for half a year by now?"

"Yeah... it's true. You were sweating a lot that day under all that winter clothing. And I like the smell of your sweat almost as much as I like the smell of your farts," Liam said.

Chris put the beer bottle on the table and leaned forward to look Liam deep in the eyes.

"This is a joke, right? This has to be a big hoax!" he said, stunned.

But Liam shook his head and reiterated that he was telling the truth. He offered to present Chris with said underwear as proof.

"Okay... then go get them. I'll wait here," Chris said.

Liam nodded and immediately disappeared into the bedroom. A few moments later, he returned – with Chris's "lost" underwear in his hand. Liam handed over the evidence. He looked at Chris and sat back down in the armchair. Chris, in turn, inspected the underwear. They were stained, and he didn't even have to hold them very close to his nose to smell the strong scent. Chris then put them a good distance away from him. It was all a bit too much for him. Chris stood up, determined to leave this crazy situation. But when Liam noticed this, he also jumped up and begged Chris not to go home yet. He apologized several times for what he had done.

"Believe me, I'm sorry, Chris! I can't help having these urges. I didn't choose to be gay!"

Chris decided to sit back down on the couch. Not because he found Liam's argument so convincing, but because he thought it was stupid.

"Liam, don't act like it's because you're gay! You don't have to project your perverted urges onto others!" Chris said angrily.

"But... but believe me, Chris, almost all gay men secretly like that kind of stuff. I've heard it from hundreds of other gays!"

"Bro, you're talking rubbish!"

"No, Chris, I swear I'm telling the truth. I swear on our friendship!" Liam pleaded.

"Pfft. Friendship, you say? You're a great friend, secretly lusting after me like that and not saying anything for five years," Chris said.

Liam had tears in his eyes by now. And in some twisted way, Chris felt sorry for him. He took a deep breath and then finally said:

"Okay, Liam. You've disappointed me quite a bit, I don't want to sugarcoat it. But you know me, I'm fair and I give everyone a second chance. In other words, if you're always honest with me from now on, for all I know, then I'll forgive you," Chris explained.

Liam wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Thank you, Chris! Thank you for giving our friendship another chance! I couldn't bear to lose it! You're simply the best!"

"Okay, okay, I don't need anyone sucking up to me with compliments right now. Better get down to business and bring me an apology beer."

Liam immediately jumped up and brought Chris the requested beer. Chris took a long swig and considered what to do next. Then he had an idea.

"Okay, Liam, I need to know if you really mean your promise. So tell me – honestly – if there's one thing I could do for you, as a birthday present, what would it be? If you answer seriously, I'll even consider giving you that birthday present."

Liam seemed to be thinking hard.

"Oh, and don't tell me I should fuck you or you should give me a blowjob. Those two things are obviously taboo," Chris added.

"Please tell me that no matter what my answer is, you'll still respect me as a friend," Liam begged.

"Of course," Chris lied.

"Okay, I promised to be honest from now on, so I am. I'd like to... I'd like to know what something out of your hole tastes like," Liam admitted hesitantly.

"Excuse me? You're telling me you want to eat my shit?!"

"Oh no, Chris, I didn't mean it like that. You know, I saw a video once where a guy inserted a banana and then pushed it out again shortly after, while another guy ate it. Straight from the hole into his mouth," Liam said.

"That's sick. So fucking sick, Liam."

"I know it's sick, Chris. And yet, that would be my most fervent birthday wish," Liam replied, ashamed.

Chris lifted the beer bottle and gulped it down in one gulp. He needed the alcohol to process all of this. And then he made a decision. He wanted to test Liam.

"Okay. I'm a man of his word. I have to say, I've always thought of my asshole as a one-way street, one that leads only to the exit. It must be the alcohol talking to me, but I've just decided to grant you your wish."

"You... you're really going to do this for me?" Liam asked, looking at Chris with both joy and surprise.

"You know I'm just a nice guy," Chris said jokingly.

"But I'm not going to shove a banana up there. That's too much for me. Do you have something smaller you'd like to eat out of my ass?"

Liam thought about it. Finally, he suggested using a protein bar. He got one from the kitchen. It was a relatively thin bar with a fudge brownie flavor. Chris agreed. He was a little nervous, but he was determined to see if Liam would really stoop that low.

"I have no experience with shoving anything up my ass, unlike you, of course. So, as an anal expert, what do you suggest?" Chris asked provocatively.

He had never before made a derogatory comment about the fact that Liam is gay and therefore most probably would be into anal sex. But now that he knew Liam's secrets, it felt natural to tease him a little.

"Well, it would probably be best if you prepared the hole a bit. The protein bar isn't big, but the first time you insert something can feel a bit intense, even with thin things. I suggest you just use one or two fingers and a lot of spit to prepare yourself," Liam explained, almost like a teacher.

Chris wasn't exactly keen on it. But he had to keep going if he wanted to see if Liam would go through with it.

"Okay, let's do it. But before we start, I need to let out some air," Chris said as he unbuckled his belt and pulled off his pants.

He then assumed a position where he lay on his back on the sofa with his legs spread. He instructed Liam to come over and kneel on the floor in front of him. Liam followed the instruction without hesitation.

"Okay, now place your nose right in front of my asshole. No, I won't take off my underwear for that... I don't want to risk you suddenly sticking out your tongue and licking my hole. Because you're so perverted, you probably can't control yourself. Yeah, that's fine, with your face right in front of my ass. Here we go!"

And before Chris had even finished to speak, he forced a loud, long fart out of his hole. It felt incredibly relieving. Liam inhaled like a madman.

"So, do you like this preview of your birthday present?"

"Wow, yes! I love it!"

"You're so low, Liam."

"I know, Chris."

After the fart had subsided, Chris instructed Liam to sit back down on the chair. Without further ado, Chris licked his index finger and then maneuvered it under his underwear. He hesitated briefly before finally pressing it against his asshole, into which the finger slipped shortly afterwards.

"SHIT! What a strange, uncomfortable feeling. And you faggots really like it? Unbelievable!"

Chris didn't really want to use the F-word. He'd never seriously called a gay man a faggot before, to insult him. But here it came so naturally over his lips. And Liam's only reaction was expectant, lustful looks. Soon, Chris would see if all hope was truly lost for Liam. And after Chris had gotten a bit used to the strange feeling and had inserted two fingers into his ass at once, he pulled them out again and pointed them in Liam's direction.

"So, do you want to lick them?" he asked boastfully.

"YES, PLEASE!"

"That's what I thought. You're really a desperate faggot. No. I won't allow it. I don't want any direct physical contact with you. Remember, I'm only doing you a favor here because I'm so generous!" Chris explained.

"Of course. You're right, Chris."

Chris then asked if Liam still had the large standing mirror in his bedroom. After he confirmed that he did, Chris wanted them to switch rooms. While Chris lay down on Liam's bed and placed his ass over the edge of the bed, he instructed Liam to position the mirror so that Chris could observe everything "that's about to happen down there." After the preparations were made, Liam handed Chris the protein bar. Chris opened the wrapper and took out the dark bar. He spat on it a few times, spreading the spit generously over the surface of the protein bar.

"So you really want to do this?" Chris asked one last time.

"Yes, Chris, I do."

"Then remember to thank me properly afterwards. It's almost insanely generous of me to do this for you!"

"Yes, of course!"

"Very well. Then I'll allow you to pull my underwear up a bit and let my hole on the open air."

Liam did as he was told and pushed Chris's underwear up a bit so that his asshole and butt cheeks were now clearly visible. Chris, in turn, spread a final load of spit on the protein bar and then guided it to his hole. He exhaled heavily as he pressed the bar against it with force. Liam watched, mesmerized, as the bar disappeared inch by inch into Chris's heterosexual shitter.

"FUCK! Such a strange, disgusting feeling!" Chris said, groaning involuntarily.

"You did it. The protein bar is in, Chris."

"Ugh. Yes, I can feel it. How long should I keep it in?"

"Please just a few more minutes, Chris. I'd like it to be nice and warm and creamy," Liam pleaded.

"You think of my fart box like a microwave! Liam, you're completely wasted..." Chris said, amused.

Liam nodded.

"Okay, just wait a minute, your birthday menu will be ready soon!" Chris announced.

Chris waited a few more moments and then finally began to push the bar out again. The feeling was intense, just like pushing out a hard turd. The bar now appeared in the mirror, its shape and consistency visibly changed. In fact, it almost looked as if Chris was actually taking a shit. Liam's shining eyes shattered the last bit of faith he still had in his friend's dignity.

When the bar was about halfway out of Chris's hole, Chris instructed Liam to bite off a piece.

"But don't use your hands, just your mouth! And don't you dare touch me!" Chris added.

Liam nodded happily and brought his face closer to Chris's ass. He carefully closed his lips around a piece of the bar and took a bite. He chewed it with relish and finally swallowed it. So he had really done it... Liam had just eaten something straight from Chris's asshole. Liam was an absolute freak.

"Before you can indulge in the rest, describe to me how that felt for you," Chris demanded.

"It was delicious! The bar was chewy and nice and warm and moist. It must have reached your body temperature by now. I already like these bars on their own. But with your flavor as the glaze, it tastes twice as good!" Liam raved.

Chris, who was now struggling to keep the rest of the bar in, instructed Liam to open his mouth wide and place it under his hole. As soon as Liam got into position, the second half of the bar slipped out of Chris's hole.

"Fuck, that really feels like I just shat a turd!"

While Liam chewed on the disfigured bar, Chris noticed in the mirror that his hole was pretty smeared with chocolate.

"Come on, swallow it! After that, you can lick my ass clean!"

"Really?!" Liam asked delightedly after hastily swallowing the contents of his mouth.

"YES, Happy Birthday!"

Chris relaxed while his friend got to work. Feeling the wet, warm tongue on his ass and hole was strange. It was a bit like Chris was using wet toilet paper. In the mirror, he watched Liam eagerly licking it clean.

"Okay, okay, that's enough! Move aside, I want to see if I'm clean!" he demanded.

Liam let go of Chris's asshole and let him examine his ass in the mirror. It was sparkling clean again.

"Good job, faggot," Chris commented, which made Liam smile broadly.

Shortly after, Chris had put his pants back on and left the bedroom. He grabbed his jacket and the underwear Liam had stolen from him and headed straight for the apartment door. Before he could leave the apartment, Liam caught up with him and hugged him from behind.

"Thanks for the great birthday, Chris," said Liam.

As soon as he'd said that, Chris tore himself away from Liam's hug and pushed him away. It was like an instinctive reaction, and a more violent one than Chris had expected. He had accidentally pushed Liam away with so much force that Liam had fallen to the ground and let out a short cry of pain.

"Sorry," said Chris.

He just wanted to go home and forget about that fever dream of night.

"See you soon," said Chris tersely.

And so he left the apartment, leaving Liam lying alone on the floor.

/////////6 Days Later///////////

Liam stared nervously at his phone. It was now 7 p.m., so Chris would be here any minute. Since his birthday, he hadn't seen either Chris nor Patricia and had only had very limited text contact with them. It was unusual; Liam usually met with Pat almost every day. But in the last few days, she'd been putting him off. Liam wasn't kidding himself: He knew it had to have something to do with what happened the night after his birthday. Liam wished it had just been a stupid dream. But the evidence that it had really happened was still there the next day. He cursed himself for being so drunk as to reveal his most perverted, intimate desires to Chris. He hoped their friendship would survive this. Luckily, Chris had sent him a text this morning saying he'd be over this evening because they needed to talk. A clearing conversation was Liam's only chance.

*Dingdong

The doorbell rang. Liam immediately jumped up to open it. As expected, Chris was standing there. He came in, said a cold, short "hi," and stood in the apartment's entryway, his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Come into the living room. I'll get you a beer," Liam offered.

"No need for that. This conversation won't take long," Chris replied with a deadpan expression.

"But... I was thinking... we could talk it out..." Liam stammered desperately.

"No, there's not much to discuss. I'm just here to clear a few things up. So listen carefully."

Liam nodded sadly, dreading the words that would follow.

"You know, the night after your birthday, you asked me to continue to respect you as a friend no matter what. Well, I'm afraid to tell you, I can't. How could I accept someone as an equal friend who's willing to literally eat something out of my ass? And you did, Liam! You're a fucking pig. A perverted bastard. A perverted faggot bastard. No, for the life of me, could I accept you as a friend now," Chris said.

The words stabbed Liam in the heart. His eyes moistened. 

"Fuck, you don't need to cry now! You should have thought about the consequences before you ate a chocolate bar I squeezed out of my ass. The thing is, I don't just no longer accept you as a friend. No, I can't even respect you as a person, as a human being. Someone who sinks that low deserves nothing but my contempt! You make me sick! And maybe you remember that you told me that the majority of gay people have similar thoughts. I've been doing some research over the past few days. And what I found on the internet... Boy, you weren't lying. The thought that I even went to Pride festivals with you now deeply shames me. Honestly, thanks to you, I'm starting to hate faggots. I know I agreed to it all that night and went along with it. God judge me for that one day. But I only did it because I hoped you would have enough dignity to call it quits. But as a fucking faggot who even secretly steals his best friend's fiancé's underwear, you obviously have no dignity. No, you don't need to think of yourself as my friend anymore. In fact, you don't even need to think of me as your acquaintance anymore," Chris judged harshly.

Liam's face was now streaked with tears. He was deeply ashamed that he had ruined his friendship with Chris because of his perverse urges. And probably with Pat as well.

"Did you tell Patricia about this? Is that why she's avoiding contact with me now?" Liam wanted to know.

"God, no. I just told her that you confessed your love to me and that you tried to get me into bed that night. The thought of her best friend trying to get her fiancé to cheat on her is gutting enough for her. But it's still better than the disgusting truth."

Liam was devastated. He'd lost both Chris and Pat.

"Well, that's all I wanted to say. So don't expect Pat to contact you in the next few weeks. If she ever does again. Oh, and of course, you're no longer her best man and you're uninvited from our wedding. So, I wish you a suitably filthy life, faggot!" Chris said, and shortly afterwards he opened the door and disappeared from Liam's life forever.

Of course, Chris continued to play a role in Liam's mind. Whenever Liam jerked off and thought back to that delicious protein bar.

THE END