It was a typical day at SUR, and Tom Schwartz and James Kennedy found themselves hanging out in their apartment, lounging around in the nude. Tom couldn't help but sneak glances at James, his longtime crush, as he casually recounted a hilarious story about a time he farted while relaxing in a pond. "Wait, you farted and killed fish with the stench of your fart?" Tom exclaimed, his eyes wide with fascination. James nodded, a mischievous grin playing on his face as he leaned back on the couch. "Oh yeah, it was hilarious. I had no idea my farts were that deadly!" Tom's heart raced as he listened intently, his mind filled with dirty thoughts of James and his deadly gas. He couldn't resist the urge to touch himself as James described the fish floating belly-up from the smell. As James continued to regale Tom with the details of his fish-killing fart, Tom's excitement grew. He never knew that his crush could be so enticing, especially when paired with his deadly flatulence. It was a strange combination, but one that Tom found strangely alluring. Just as James finished his story, Tom couldn't hold back any longer. With a muffled moan, he reached his peak, his mind filled with images of James and his lethal gas. It was a bizarre and slightly disturbing fantasy, but one that Tom couldn't help but find oddly satisfying. As they sat there in the nude, basking in the aftermath of their strange encounter, Tom couldn't help but smile to himself. He may have a strange kink, but it was one that he wouldn't soon forget. And who knows, maybe James would be willing to indulge him in his unique desires again in the future. After all, stranger things had happened at SUR.