Gay fart torture

Thank you for the inspiration

Made some grammar edits

I moved into my possess shoebox apartment when I was 23 years ancient. I was eager for freedom from my parents but I could not have anticipated I would trade their watchful eyes for his…for Kyle’s.

I met him within my first few days living in the building. Getting back from seeing some friends the two of us ended up on the elevator at the same time. Likely in his mid forties the most accurate way to describe Kyle is that he is an ogre of a man. His size, the unruly chest hairy that I’d look escaping the tops of his shirts, and of course his scent. Organism in an elevator with the guy made me learn that last one quite quickly.

Kyle wore a wife beater and black gym shorts. He looked stick. And no sooner than the doors closed the small room filled with his body odor. He must’ve noticed me because he joked “I can fill a space quite easily”. I gave him a polite little laugh. Which did not appease Kyle. “No seriously kid. Check it out.” He lifted his leg exaggeratedly and ripped a loud long fart. “What the fuck dude!” I immediately covered my nose with my shir