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"You are so hot up close!!" You lean and give him a kiss as he begins to lure you in. Garret lets you kiss his lips for a moment, his hand gently cupping the back of your head before he yanks your head away with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Mmm, not bad at all. But you know what comes next, don't you?" He stands up from the leather bench, his muscular frame towering over you. Without waiting for an answer, he turns around and drops his basketball shorts, revealing his sweaty mounds of ass. "Now here's where it gets fun. Last year the guy who chose my booth had to kiss this ass for like, ten whole minutes. You up for that, or are you gonna chicken out?" He looks back over his shoulder with that signature cocky grin, completely shameless. "Oh, and one more thing…" He lifts one cheek slightly, and you catch a whiff of his holes eye watering scent. "Gotta gas you up real good first. Consider it part of the tradition."

"Wait what?" You are stunned, having skipped over the details the ticket manager was trying to give you. Garret can only laugh, turning back around to face you fully, his cocky smirk never leaving his face for a minute. "Yeah, 'what' is right! You should've read those terms and conditions, buddy." He cracks his knuckles and stretches, clearly enjoying your confusion. "This is how we raise the funds for graduation, been doing it for years. You paid the ticket price, so you're committed to the terms now." He walks closer, his athletic build and confident posture making it clear he's not messing around. "Here's the deal: You get to kiss my biceps, my pecs, and THEN…" He gestures to his exposed ass, "…you get to worship this masterpiece. In between, I'm gonna let loose some of my special frat leader gas. Don't worry, it's part of the experience. Makes it more… memorable." He leans down, his face inches from yours, that teasing grin still plastered on his face.

"So what's it gonna be? You gonna back out now and waste my time, or are you gonna be a good sport and give the Frat leader what he's owed?" "I…I guess its for a good cause right?" You say letting the arousel you start to feel get the better of you. Garret's eyes light up with victory as he notices the way your cheeks flush and your body language shifts. He straightens up, that smirk widening into a full grin. "Damn right it's for a good cause! And hey, if you're getting into it, that makes this even better." He flexes his arms, showing off his biceps. "Alright then, let's start with the easy part. Get over here and give these guns some love." He holds out his muscular right arm, his pecs already starting to strain against his top as he flexes. The scent of his post workout musk wafts over your face. "Come on, don't be shy now. You're already here, might as well commit. Kiss 'em like you mean it." His tone is playful but commanding, that dominant edge creeping into his voice. "And then we'll move on to the main event. Trust me, you won't regret it."

He watches you with those intense eyes, clearly enjoying every second of your growing arousal and the power dynamic at play. Garret notices your hesitation and steps closer, his presence almost overwhelming. He places a hand on your shoulder, his touch firm but not quite aggressive. "Look, I get it you weren't expecting this when you bought the ticket. But here's the thing…" He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Every single person who's gone through my booth in the last four years has left happier than when they started. Trust me on this one." He guides you forward gently but insistently, positioning you in front of him. His muscular chest is now right at eye level, the fabric of his tank top stretched tight across his pecs.

"Alright, start with the biceps. Both of 'em. And make it good, 'cause I can tell you're already getting into this." His voice drops to a lower, more commanding tone. "Don't make me wait, buddy." Without saying a word, you shuffle to him on your knees and begin the worshipping. Garret lets out a deep, satisfied groan as you kneel before him, immediately pressing your lips against his muscular biceps. He flexes under your touch, the muscle bulging even larger. "Oh yeah, that's it… that's much better." His voice rumbles with approval as he feels your lips trail across his skin. He shifts his weight, placing one hand on your head to guide you. "Good boy. Now the other arm." As you move to worship his second bicep, Garret flexes, showing off his impressive physique. The veins in his muscles stand out prominently, his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat from his earlier workout.

"Mmm, you're pretty good at this." He runs his fingers through your hair, his touch both encouraging and possessive. "Now let's see these pecs get attention boy. Don't be shy." He spreads his arms wider, his chest puffing out proudly. The scent of his musk intensifies as you move closer, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body. His tank top is damp with sweat, clinging to his defined pecs. "Come on, get those lips on there. Show 'em some love." His voice takes on an even more dominant tone, that cocky confidence oozing from every word. "You're doing great so far. Just remember this is just the warm up. The real fun comes next."

He looks down at you with those intense eyes, clearly enjoying the power he has in this situation. One of his hands moves from your hair to your jaw, gently but firmly guiding your face against his chest. As you press your lips against Garret's sweaty chest, he lets out a low chuckle, his hand still resting on your jaw. "That's it… that's exactly what I'm talking about, you're a natural at this." He flexes his chest, making the muscle press more firmly against your face. "Alright, you've had your fun with the easy stuff. Time for the main event." He drops his basketball shorts completely, from just under his cheeks to his ankles, revealing himself fully. He turns around, presenting his bare ass to you, the pale skin contrasting with his tanned arms and legs.

"Get over here and get to work." His tone is now commanding, leaving no room for argument. "And don't forget you gotta kiss it AND smell my gas. That's the package deal, buddy." He looks back over his shoulder with that same cocky smirk, completely shameless about what he's asking you to do. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? You paid for the full experience, so quit wasting my time and get to it." He wiggles his ass to edge you on."Sorry…Just, you are so hot but your ass is so intimidating!" Garret lets out a loud laugh as you lean in and plant a kiss on his left cheek, the sound echoing through his booth. "Intimidating? Really?" He looks back over his shoulder, clearly entertained by your comment. "Well, I guess I can see how someone might think that. But hey, at least you're being honest!"

He wiggles his hips slightly, making his ass jiggle enticingly as you continue worshipping it. The scent of his musk intensifies as you press deeper, his bare skin hot against your face now. "Keep going, you're doing great." As you move to kiss his right cheek, Garret suddenly lets out a long, rumbling fart right next to your face. The sound is loud and unmistakable, followed by the distinct smell of his gas filling your nostrils. "Ahhhhh yeah, there it is! That's what I'm talking about!" He laughs, clearly proud of himself. "Welcome to the full Garret experience!"

"How's that smell? Pretty glorious, right? I've been holding that one in all morning just for this." He farts again, this time longer and more pungent. "Mmm, that's the good stuff. Years of training." He shifts his weight to relax his cheeks back against your face, making sure you're fully immersed in the experience of his ass and his gas combined. "Come on, don't let the smell distract you. Get back to kissing. You're doing amazing by the way. Way better than last year's guy." He chuckles, reaching around and patting your head. "You've got more stamina than him." He can see you struggling, not wanting to back out but close to cracking. "Wet one coming!" He groans before his hole lets out a wet blast against your face. "You fucking stink Garret, please no more!" You gag on the gas, trying to get up but instead falling backwards onto the red makeshift carpeted floor. Garret stands over you, ass in line with your face, eclipsing the small dingy light. He looks down at you sprawled on the floor, his massive evil grin spreading across his face as he positions himself.

"Oh no, is my little fan already giving up?" He laughs, completely enjoying the situation. The dim light from the small bulb above casts shadows across his muscular frame, his bare ass now directly in line with your face. "You know, most people don't complain this much. In fact, they usually beg for more." He starts to lower himself, his bare cheeks moving closer to your face with each inch he descends. The overwhelming smell of his gas intensifies as he gets nearer and the musky scent filling your nostrils completely. "Here's the thing, buddy you paid for the full experience, and that means taking what I give you. No backing out until I say you can." His voice is firm but still playful, that dominant edge creeping back in. "So you can either open wide and take it like a champ, or you can keep complaining. Either way, you're not leaving until I'm satisfied." He settles his weight, his bare ass pressing firmly against your face. The heat and smell are now impossible to escape, completely overwhelming your senses.

"Alright, here we go. This is where the magic happens." He lets out another long, rumbling fart onto your face, the sound vibrating through your body. "That's a big gift for you buddy”. His massive, muscular thighs straddle your torso as he sits there, his heavy balls resting against your chin and chest. He grabs his phone and starts recording, clearly getting off on the whole thing. "Smile for the camera! This is gonna be great for the frat's social media." He laughs, completely high off of what he's doing. "Besides, if you're gonna complain, might as well get some content out of it." "GAR….Garret….please…" You try to speak but everytime you manage to push his cheeks off your face he overpowers you. Garret's eyes light up with sadistic pleasure as he hears you struggling beneath him, your muffled protests barely audible through the sound of his own heavy breathing. "Oh yeah, that's it! Fight it! Makes it so much better!" He laughs, his voice dripping with dominance as he grinds his bare ass harder against your face. "You're really fighting your nature piggie!" He starts calling you the name repeatedly, each syllable accompanied by another rumbling fart that seems to come from deep within his core as he records the whole thing. "Piggie! Piggie! Piggie!" He punctuates each word with a fart, the sound echoing in the small booth. "That's what you are right now, my personal piggy!"

His massive frame pins you down completely, his thighs squeezing your sides as he sits fully on your face. The smell is now so intense it's almost nauseating, mixed with the taste of his sweat slicked skin rubbing against your lips "See? You love it! You're not even trying to escape anymore." He reaches down between his legs with one hand, grabbing your jaw and forcing your mouth open wider. "Open up, piggie. You're gonna worship this ass properly, or I'm gonna make you regret it." He farts again, this time holding it in for several seconds before releasing a long, wet, echoing blast right into your open mouth. Some of it actually gets in, and he laughs triumphantly catching it on camera. "There you go! That's what I'm talking about! Now that's commitment!" His grin is absolutely radiant now. “You're gonna be talking about this for weeks, aren't you piggie?" Garret's eyes widen with delight as he notices your renewed struggle, his competitive nature fully ignited. "Oh no, are you trying to quit on me now?" His voice drops to a low, dangerous purr. "That's not how this works, piggie. You made a deal when you purchased the ticket, and I always collect what's owed." His weight suddenly shifts, and he uses his free hand to grab your shirt and pull it up, exposing your chest completely. His other hand continues to grip your jaw, forcing you to keep your mouth open as he farts.

He rises slightly and turns to look down at you over his shoulder with those intense eyes, his grin somehow even wider than before. "So here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna stop struggling and start worshipping properly. You're gonna kiss every inch of this ass, lick it, worship it like the masterpiece it is. And when I fart in your face and I WILL fart in your face you're gonna thank me for it. Got it?" He doesn't wait for an answer, instead grinding his ass down more firmly against your face, his heavy balls pressing against your chest again. "Now come on, let's see that enthusiasm I know you've got in there somewhere. Show me why you really bought that ticket." He rises a little to let you get air. "If I kiss your ass….with enthusiasm…can we agree to end this?" Garret simply nods to agree and you pucker your lips. Garret's eyes light up with a predatory glow.

"Oh yeah? You're gonna kiss it with enthusiasm? Well then, let's see what you've got, piggie!" He grabs your jaw more firmly, angling your face directly in line his bare ass, the pale skin hot and slightly sweaty against your face. The overwhelming smell hits you again, but this time it's accompanied by his hand stroking your hair almost encouragingly.

"Come on, don't just kiss it WORSHIP it! Like you mean it!" He starts bouncing slightly on your face, making his ass jiggle and his balls slap against your chest. "Show me you're not just some coward who gave up!" He farts again as you kiss the inside of his left cheek. "There you go! That's what I'm talking about! Now kiss it harder!" His hand im your hair starts pushing your face more firmly against his ass. "Lick it too! Show me how much you appreciate the Shatterstone Frat kissing booth experience!"

His massive frame pins you down completely again, his thighs squeezing your sides as he sits fully on your face as he starts to record again. "I'm gonna make so much money for the graduating class by selling these clips!" He laughs "Come on, piggie, give me everything you've got! I want to see you really commit to this!" He rises slightly, and reaches around with his phone to capture as you pucker out to kiss his hole. The taste is horrible, but you hold it to satisfy him. "Fuck…piggie is kissing my farting hole!" Garret moans, then the fart blows into your kissing lips. Its too much, the weight, the stink, the recording, the farting. You twitch like you are possessed and accidentally kick the frame of the kissing booth, but worse, you nut punch Garret. "Oh you've fucking done it now pig!" He stands up, face bright red with anger despite you having kissed his hole. Reaching into your pocket he grabs your wallet. "Heh that's…" You're protest is immediately cut off as he kicks your boner and farts before peeking his head out of the booth curtain and calling two people over.

"Piggie…I assume you have heard of Mark and Paxton?" Garret stares at you, the two dom boyfriends entering shirtless, body oil on them and just tight red shatterstone speedos on. "Here's $50 each! Gas him, sit on him, and make him kiss

"You are so hot up close!!" You lean and give him a kiss as he begins to lure you in. Garret lets you kiss his lips for a moment, his hand gently cupping the back of your head before he yanks your head away with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Mmm, not bad at all. But you know what comes next, don't you?" He stands up from the leather bench, his muscular frame towering over you. Without waiting for an answer, he turns around and drops his basketball shorts, revealing his sweaty mounds of ass. "Now here's where it gets fun. Last year the guy who chose my booth had to kiss this ass for like, ten whole minutes. You up for that, or are you gonna chicken out?" He looks back over his shoulder with that signature cocky grin, completely shameless. "Oh, and one more thing…" He lifts one cheek slightly, and you catch a whiff of his holes eye watering scent. "Gotta gas you up real good first. Consider it part of the tradition."

"Wait what?" You are stunned, having skipped over the details the ticket manager was trying to give you. Garret can only laugh, turning back around to face you fully, his cocky smirk never leaving his face for a minute. "Yeah, 'what' is right! You should've read those terms and conditions, buddy." He cracks his knuckles and stretches, clearly enjoying your confusion. "This is how we raise the funds for graduation, been doing it for years. You paid the ticket price, so you're committed to the terms now." He walks closer, his athletic build and confident posture making it clear he's not messing around. "Here's the deal: You get to kiss my biceps, my pecs, and THEN…" He gestures to his exposed ass, "…you get to worship this masterpiece. In between, I'm gonna let loose some of my special frat leader gas. Don't worry, it's part of the experience. Makes it more… memorable." He leans down, his face inches from yours, that teasing grin still plastered on his face.

"So what's it gonna be? You gonna back out now and waste my time, or are you gonna be a good sport and give the Frat leader what he's owed?" "I…I guess its for a good cause right?" You say letting the arousel you start to feel get the better of you. Garret's eyes light up with victory as he notices the way your cheeks flush and your body language shifts. He straightens up, that smirk widening into a full grin. "Damn right it's for a good cause! And hey, if you're getting into it, that makes this even better." He flexes his arms, showing off his biceps. "Alright then, let's start with the easy part. Get over here and give these guns some love." He holds out his muscular right arm, his pecs already starting to strain against his top as he flexes. The scent of his post workout musk wafts over your face. "Come on, don't be shy now. You're already here, might as well commit. Kiss 'em like you mean it." His tone is playful but commanding, that dominant edge creeping into his voice. "And then we'll move on to the main event. Trust me, you won't regret it."

He watches you with those intense eyes, clearly enjoying every second of your growing arousal and the power dynamic at play. Garret notices your hesitation and steps closer, his presence almost overwhelming. He places a hand on your shoulder, his touch firm but not quite aggressive. "Look, I get it you weren't expecting this when you bought the ticket. But here's the thing…" He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Every single person who's gone through my booth in the last four years has left happier than when they started. Trust me on this one." He guides you forward gently but insistently, positioning you in front of him. His muscular chest is now right at eye level, the fabric of his tank top stretched tight across his pecs.

"Alright, start with the biceps. Both of 'em. And make it good, 'cause I can tell you're already getting into this." His voice drops to a lower, more commanding tone. "Don't make me wait, buddy." Without saying a word, you shuffle to him on your knees and begin the worshipping. Garret lets out a deep, satisfied groan as you kneel before him, immediately pressing your lips against his muscular biceps. He flexes under your touch, the muscle bulging even larger. "Oh yeah, that's it… that's much better." His voice rumbles with approval as he feels your lips trail across his skin. He shifts his weight, placing one hand on your head to guide you. "Good boy. Now the other arm." As you move to worship his second bicep, Garret flexes, showing off his impressive physique. The veins in his muscles stand out prominently, his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat from his earlier workout.

"Mmm, you're pretty good at this." He runs his fingers through your hair, his touch both encouraging and possessive. "Now let's see these pecs get attention boy. Don't be shy." He spreads his arms wider, his chest puffing out proudly. The scent of his musk intensifies as you move closer, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body. His tank top is damp with sweat, clinging to his defined pecs. "Come on, get those lips on there. Show 'em some love." His voice takes on an even more dominant tone, that cocky confidence oozing from every word. "You're doing great so far. Just remember this is just the warm up. The real fun comes next."

He looks down at you with those intense eyes, clearly enjoying the power he has in this situation. One of his hands moves from your hair to your jaw, gently but firmly guiding your face against his chest. As you press your lips against Garret's sweaty chest, he lets out a low chuckle, his hand still resting on your jaw. "That's it… that's exactly what I'm talking about, you're a natural at this." He flexes his chest, making the muscle press more firmly against your face. "Alright, you've had your fun with the easy stuff. Time for the main event." He drops his basketball shorts completely, from just under his cheeks to his ankles, revealing himself fully. He turns around, presenting his bare ass to you, the pale skin contrasting with his tanned arms and legs.

"Get over here and get to work." His tone is now commanding, leaving no room for argument. "And don't forget you gotta kiss it AND smell my gas. That's the package deal, buddy." He looks back over his shoulder with that same cocky smirk, completely shameless about what he's asking you to do. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? You paid for the full experience, so quit wasting my time and get to it." He wiggles his ass to edge you on."Sorry…Just, you are so hot but your ass is so intimidating!" Garret lets out a loud laugh as you lean in and plant a kiss on his left cheek, the sound echoing through his booth. "Intimidating? Really?" He looks back over his shoulder, clearly entertained by your comment. "Well, I guess I can see how someone might think that. But hey, at least you're being honest!"

He wiggles his hips slightly, making his ass jiggle enticingly as you continue worshipping it. The scent of his musk intensifies as you press deeper, his bare skin hot against your face now. "Keep going, you're doing great." As you move to kiss his right cheek, Garret suddenly lets out a long, rumbling fart right next to your face. The sound is loud and unmistakable, followed by the distinct smell of his gas filling your nostrils. "Ahhhhh yeah, there it is! That's what I'm talking about!" He laughs, clearly proud of himself. "Welcome to the full Garret experience!"

"How's that smell? Pretty glorious, right? I've been holding that one in all morning just for this." He farts again, this time longer and more pungent. "Mmm, that's the good stuff. Years of training." He shifts his weight to relax his cheeks back against your face, making sure you're fully immersed in the experience of his ass and his gas combined. "Come on, don't let the smell distract you. Get back to kissing. You're doing amazing by the way. Way better than last year's guy." He chuckles, reaching around and patting your head. "You've got more stamina than him." He can see you struggling, not wanting to back out but close to cracking. "Wet one coming!" He groans before his hole lets out a wet blast against your face. "You fucking stink Garret, please no more!" You gag on the gas, trying to get up but instead falling backwards onto the red makeshift carpeted floor. Garret stands over you, ass in line with your face, eclipsing the small dingy light. He looks down at you sprawled on the floor, his massive evil grin spreading across his face as he positions himself.

"Oh no, is my little fan already giving up?" He laughs, completely enjoying the situation. The dim light from the small bulb above casts shadows across his muscular frame, his bare ass now directly in line with your face. "You know, most people don't complain this much. In fact, they usually beg for more." He starts to lower himself, his bare cheeks moving closer to your face with each inch he descends. The overwhelming smell of his gas intensifies as he gets nearer and the musky scent filling your nostrils completely. "Here's the thing, buddy you paid for the full experience, and that means taking what I give you. No backing out until I say you can." His voice is firm but still playful, that dominant edge creeping back in. "So you can either open wide and take it like a champ, or you can keep complaining. Either way, you're not leaving until I'm satisfied." He settles his weight, his bare ass pressing firmly against your face. The heat and smell are now impossible to escape, completely overwhelming your senses.

"Alright, here we go. This is where the magic happens." He lets out another long, rumbling fart onto your face, the sound vibrating through your body. "That's a big gift for you buddy”. His massive, muscular thighs straddle your torso as he sits there, his heavy balls resting against your chin and chest. He grabs his phone and starts recording, clearly getting off on the whole thing. "Smile for the camera! This is gonna be great for the frat's social media." He laughs, completely high off of what he's doing. "Besides, if you're gonna complain, might as well get some content out of it." "GAR….Garret….please…" You try to speak but everytime you manage to push his cheeks off your face he overpowers you. Garret's eyes light up with sadistic pleasure as he hears you struggling beneath him, your muffled protests barely audible through the sound of his own heavy breathing. "Oh yeah, that's it! Fight it! Makes it so much better!" He laughs, his voice dripping with dominance as he grinds his bare ass harder against your face. "You're really fighting your nature piggie!" He starts calling you the name repeatedly, each syllable accompanied by another rumbling fart that seems to come from deep within his core as he records the whole thing. "Piggie! Piggie! Piggie!" He punctuates each word with a fart, the sound echoing in the small booth. "That's what you are right now, my personal piggy!"

His massive frame pins you down completely, his thighs squeezing your sides as he sits fully on your face. The smell is now so intense it's almost nauseating, mixed with the taste of his sweat slicked skin rubbing against your lips "See? You love it! You're not even trying to escape anymore." He reaches down between his legs with one hand, grabbing your jaw and forcing your mouth open wider. "Open up, piggie. You're gonna worship this ass properly, or I'm gonna make you regret it." He farts again, this time holding it in for several seconds before releasing a long, wet, echoing blast right into your open mouth. Some of it actually gets in, and he laughs triumphantly catching it on camera. "There you go! That's what I'm talking about! Now that's commitment!" His grin is absolutely radiant now. “You're gonna be talking about this for weeks, aren't you piggie?" Garret's eyes widen with delight as he notices your renewed struggle, his competitive nature fully ignited. "Oh no, are you trying to quit on me now?" His voice drops to a low, dangerous purr. "That's not how this works, piggie. You made a deal when you purchased the ticket, and I always collect what's owed." His weight suddenly shifts, and he uses his free hand to grab your shirt and pull it up, exposing your chest completely. His other hand continues to grip your jaw, forcing you to keep your mouth open as he farts.

He rises slightly and turns to look down at you over his shoulder with those intense eyes, his grin somehow even wider than before. "So here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna stop struggling and start worshipping properly. You're gonna kiss every inch of this ass, lick it, worship it like the masterpiece it is. And when I fart in your face and I WILL fart in your face you're gonna thank me for it. Got it?" He doesn't wait for an answer, instead grinding his ass down more firmly against your face, his heavy balls pressing against your chest again. "Now come on, let's see that enthusiasm I know you've got in there somewhere. Show me why you really bought that ticket." He rises a little to let you get air. "If I kiss your ass….with enthusiasm…can we agree to end this?" Garret simply nods to agree and you pucker your lips. Garret's eyes light up with a predatory glow.

"Oh yeah? You're gonna kiss it with enthusiasm? Well then, let's see what you've got, piggie!" He grabs your jaw more firmly, angling your face directly in line his bare ass, the pale skin hot and slightly sweaty against your face. The overwhelming smell hits you again, but this time it's accompanied by his hand stroking your hair almost encouragingly.

"Come on, don't just kiss it WORSHIP it! Like you mean it!" He starts bouncing slightly on your face, making his ass jiggle and his balls slap against your chest. "Show me you're not just some coward who gave up!" He farts again as you kiss the inside of his left cheek. "There you go! That's what I'm talking about! Now kiss it harder!" His hand im your hair starts pushing your face more firmly against his ass. "Lick it too! Show me how much you appreciate the Shatterstone Frat kissing booth experience!"

His massive frame pins you down completely again, his thighs squeezing your sides as he sits fully on your face as he starts to record again. "I'm gonna make so much money for the graduating class by selling these clips!" He laughs "Come on, piggie, give me everything you've got! I want to see you really commit to this!" He rises slightly, and reaches around with his phone to capture as you pucker out to kiss his hole. The taste is horrible, but you hold it to satisfy him. "Fuck…piggie is kissing my farting hole!" Garret moans, then the fart blows into your kissing lips. Its too much, the weight, the stink, the recording, the farting. You twitch like you are possessed and accidentally kick the frame of the kissing booth, but worse, you nut punch Garret. "Oh you've fucking done it now pig!" He stands up, face bright red with anger despite you having kissed his hole. Reaching into your pocket he grabs your wallet. "Heh that's…" You're protest is immediately cut off as he kicks your boner and farts before peeking his head out of the booth curtain and calling two people over.

"Piggie…I assume you have heard of Mark and Paxton?" Garret stares at you, the two dom boyfriends entering shirtless, body oil on them and just tight red shatterstone speedos on. "Here's $50 each! Gas him, sit on him, and make him kiss

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It had been my first tutoring session with Ashton, and before hand, he had let me know about his reward system.

He was 2 years older than me, in college. He stood a solid 6,2ft with broad, square shoulders that supported his thick neck, and i had fallen too quickly to his mischievous smile and soft, curly brown hair.

“Now this is how i reward all my students,” he says, sitting on my desk, sending pens and pencil sharpeners to the floor as he rests his hand against the wall, sliding back his sweatpants, revealing his bulbous asscheeks that melted over the plastic desk. “My sweet, sweet ass. I promise you’ll learn to love it, seriously, everybody i’ve tutored started off like you, pulling that face, thinking you’ll never subject to my sweaty shitter,” he mutters, spreading his crack with his thumb and finger.

“But by the end of this hour i promise you’ll be nose deep in here, and if you really don’t like it~ you’ll learn to associate academic success with frenching my ass,” he punctuates his sentence with two quick smacks to his cheek, they vigorously jiggle.

I didn’t particularly protest, just ignored him and focused on my studies for the hour. He sat a top my desk, clothed this time, with his feet at my thighs as they rested on my chair seat. For the hour, he was good, i can tell why my parents hired him. For the most of it i thoroughly understood things about science i didn’t before, but i turned my page to the final question, and i groan, slumping my head into my arms on the desk.

“Ugh man~ these questions are the worst!!! I just can’t be bothered..” i complain, my face at his thigh, his leg cocked up to rest on my arm rest. Ashton immediately kicks into action and shifts to the side, presenting his rear end to my head. “Hey, cmon, what did i say remember? Finish your work and you get to be nose deep into my asshole,” he sticks his finger over his sweatpants and poked at his taint, trying to find his pucker. That does, for a moment, honestly make me consider.

“Hey, i’ll even give you an appetiser-“ he can’t even finish a sentence without blasting a juicy fart in my direction, and i sit up, staring into his smirking, smug prick face. But i can’t help from smirking a little, and i can’t resist literally diving into his clothed crack, taking an embarrassingly loud sniff as i grab at Ashton’s legs and lower back to pull him closer. The smell is spicy, a little sweet and overall foul, it almost makes me dry heave.

“Oh yeah- fuck, now your getting into it, breathe.” he commands, my face cozy in his sideways crack.

He kicks me back into my chair before i can get another breath in, sliding my sheet before me, initiating i complete it before i get another taste. And i fix my hair and blink up at him, grabbing my pen. He was in complete control, he knew just how to twist my gut and make me yearn for his grossness- there’s no way his charm worked on everyone.

I rush through the question, my stomach too full of butterflies, and a little nauseous from Ashton’s previous fart. I scribble an answer and thrust the sheet in his face, he reads through it, i think, smirking the whole time.

“Not bad, i’ll let it pass,” he says, throwing the sheet to the floor. He gets up, standing both feet on my work chair and resting his hands on either side of me.

“Turn around, and put your head against the desk, you’ve done good, Kid,” he orders.

I frown at the nickname, me being only 2 years younger than him, but i still swiftly turn around, pressing the back of my head against the desk, sitting on the chair that now held both of our weight.

He sits on me before i can get a word out. We wobble about, my face adjusting to his bare crack, his sweat slowly seeping me deeper into his hole, my nose tightly kissing his pucker. “Oh your a comfy one, i call this one the brown noser,” i think i hear him say as he begins to rummage my head with his ass, sending me side to side as i get smothered. He suddenly releases a bassy, smoggy fart up my nostrils, flooding my sinuses with an old meat and soupy smell. Oh god. I choke down his gas, my hands reaching up to squeeze at his thighs from disgust. My eyes stained with pooks of tears that threatened to fall.

You wanted this.

I say to myself. He calms down, grabbing one of my hands and holds it against the desk, trapping me. Then i feel shuffling around in a pocket or two, followed by inaudible TikToks that overlapped eachother. He was sitting on my whilst casually scrolling on his phone, probably messaging his next victim. But i can’t say i’m not enjoying this, my raging boner would say otherwise, which Ashton’s heel momentarily rubs at every now and again, spiralling my eyes into my skull.

It had been 5 minutes.

In the corner of my eye, i see myself. Ashton had held his phone down to my face, and i really catch a sight of myself. He’s literally using me as a seat, my face disappearing into his ass. It was scary almost, how you could only see my forhead and eyes, yet it made sense why the back of my head was aching, Ashton was a heavy guy. He waits. Then farts into my nose again, my eyes frowning just as i hear the camera click.

“Just for the boys, don’t worry, they’re cool. Just keeping them updated at which twink i’m sitting on this week, i got another session booked tonight, another first time,” he wiggles as he talks, so devious.

After about 20 minutes, my head had slipped back so my mouth was gaped open behind his hole. I felt a bit like a toilet. Ashton had put his phone away, now sitting on me effortlessly as he slouched his face into his fist. He farts again, this time echoing in my throat, he smirks, looking back to me, my eyes rolled back into my head again as i wriggled and moaned. He laughs and looked down, my underpants darkened with my cum.

“You pig, cumming hands free to a mouth fart, i mean, do i really have to do anything? You oay me for being gross.”

And with that, he’s up. I catch my breath, my face moist and violet red from his ass mark. He’s already wiping his ass with a fresh homework sheet, too. He hands it to me, scrunched up and half brown.

“Next weeks homework, pig,” he winks, pulling up his pants, i realise he has no boner, assuming he didn’t get any sexual pleasure out of that whole experience. Meanwhile i can barely hold the sheet in my hands as my boner sticks out my pants.