Lover of Jock’s Farts & Ass

I had been looking for a job for about six months. I had a good office manager position at a small company for a couple years, but when the company fell on hard times they went through layoffs, and my position got cut. I was trying to find something corporate again, but the job market wasn't doing me any favors, and my safety net was running thin. That's when I got the interview for a personal assistant position for the CEO of a local marketing agency.

So I found myself sitting in a very lush office, staring at Manuel Romero. He was a broad latino man, fit but with a healthy layer fat padding his stomach and (I couldn't help but notice) his hips. I had already aced an interview with HR, but they told me Mr. Romero liked to personally interview his assistants before they were hired. With his dark, piercing eyes searching my face as we talked, I felt a small churn of anxiety the whole first half of the interview. But still, I was confident I could impress him.

We had been talking for maybe fifteen minutes about my qualifications and experience, Mr. Romero had also asked if I was able to work overtime on the weekends as needed, which wasn't a problem for me. After that he picked up his mug.

"Excuse me for a moment, Mr. Daniels, I need a refill." He stood up and made his way over to a small table in the back corner of the office that had a personal coffee machine for him to use. As he stood up and walked away from me I couldn't help but notice his massive cheeks. His ass was broad and fat, jiggling a little as he walked. It looked like the man had two beach balls stuffed down the back of his pants. I was so enthralled by his massive rump that I didn't even notice Mr. Romero looking over his shoulder at me. The second I saw his eye I looked away, immediately mortified that I had been caught. Good luck getting the job now! How could I have been so stupid? Still, in spite of my embarrassment, I swore I almost saw a hint of mischief in the way he looked at me.

Mr. Romero returned to his seat with his fresh cup of coffee. My ears felt hot. But he didn't say anything about my voyeurism, instead jumping right back into the interview where we left off. We talked a bit more about what would be expected of me if I got the job. After a few minutes he paused and took a deep sip from his coffee mug.

He sighed loudly. "That hits the spot," He said. Then, without warning, a deep rumbling *Bbbbbrrrrrrrrlrlrlrlrl* exploded against the CEO's plush office chair cushion. Immediately, my heart rate quickened. I had a huge fart fetish, and watching this godly specimen of a man rip ass with no hesitation made me feel flush. I subtly crossed my ankles, hoping to compress the rising boner I was getting and prevent it from tenting my slacks. I could feel heat rising in my ears again.

Mr. Romero just smirked at me and said, "My apologies, how terribly rude of me." I quickly mumbled back "No, it's fine, it happens..." before trailing off a bit. I tried to avoid Mr. Romero's dark eyes, it felt like he was looking right through me. He still had that smirk on his face, as if amused by some joke I was missing. He cleared his throat.

"Well, Jason, I'm happy to tell you I think you're a great candidate for the position." My eyes lit up and I finally met Mr. Romero's gaze again. I went to thank him but he held up a hand. "However, before I officially hire you, I'd like you to come in tomorrow for a sort of trial run. We can also use it as an opportunity for you to get all the necessary paperwork filled out with HR. But you'll get to see what being my assistant is really like, and if all goes well, the job is yours." He gave me a big, warm smile and stuck out his hand for me to shake. I shook it, thanking him profusely for the opportunity. He kept smiling at me, and I thought for a second I saw that same mischievous glint in his eye.

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I woke up early the next morning. It was a Friday, so if the trial run went well I'd have the weekend to prepare for the new position. I put on a pair of dark gray slacks and a nice button-up shirt, with a nice vest over the top. I fixed my hair, grabbed a granola bar for breakfast, and headed in for work.

When I arrived at my new boss's office I saw he was already at his desk. "Good morning, Mr. Romero," I said. "I hope I'm not late."

"Not at all, no need to worry. I just like to get here about a half hour ahead of the day to get my desk in order." He smiled at me, the same warm smile as the day before. "Oh, and since we're going to be colleagues, feel free to call me Manuel."

The first hour or so of my work day was taken up with HR paperwork, but once that was cleared I got to work properly. Manuel had set up a desk for me in his office, to the right of his own desk and facing the left-hand wall. This means we could see each other but also had some privacy for our computer monitors as we worked. The day was progressing mostly uneventfully. But then, as I was in the middle of referencing some expense reports, I heard it.

PHhhhBRRRRRLRLRLRlrlrlrlr

A bassy, ten second long fart came rumbling from behind Manuel's desk. I immediately felt my cock hardening. Without even thinking, I glanced over at Manuel and found him already staring at me. I looked away as quickly as I could, hoping beyond hope that my blushing cheeks wouldn't betray me.

Without warning another deep fart sounded. Brrrrrrrpt! I decided not to even risk looking this time. But I could feel my boss's eyes on me, almost like he wanted me to react. Instead I tried my best to focus on my work. I was grateful for the desk that blocked his view of my tenting pants. When I heard Manuel resume typing, I glanced back at him one last time. He seemed mostly unphased, save for the tiniest hint of a smile lingering on his face.

The next two hours were punctuated by a rhythm of loud and rumbling butt blasts. Every ten or so minutes, a new bassy bomb would drop, and I was forced to try my best to ignore it. The near constant bombardment kept my dick aching all through the morning hours. Mercifully, noon arrived, and Manuel and I took lunch. My boss mentioned he might be back late, and gave me a few small tasks to take care of if I got back before him.

True to his prediction, I got back to the office before Manuel, so I started back on my work. Before long though, he was walking through the office door with a folder in hand. He dropped it off with me, explaining the contents and what reports he needed me to compile. I gave him a quick nod and an affirmative as he turned to walk behind my desk towards his own.

Suddenly I felt something soft, warm, and large pressing into the back of my head. Tan pants fabric filled out by two beach-ball shaped cheeks pressed itself against my neck and wrapped itself around the sides of my face. I could smell the musk radiating off of Manuel's fat ass, sweaty from the day's work. I stiffened involuntarily, letting Manuel push his ass even more firmly against my head. I was about to ask him what he was doing when I felt his ass tense.

BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPT!

I startled a bit, then coughed as a meaty stench overwhelmed me. His fart smelled strong and acrid, and it was like the stink clung to the inside of my nostrils. The smell was hellish, but my cock was in heaven.

"Phew," Manuel let out a long sigh of relief, removing his ass from the back of my head. "I had been holding that one in way too long. Thanks, Jason." He clapped a hand on my shoulder and gave me a friendly shake, which helped bring me out of my stupor. Then he returned to his desk and started working again as if nothing had happened. I just kept staring at him for a while, wondering if I should say something. My cock was still solid as a brick. Eventually he noticed me looking at him, dumbfounded. "Carry on Jason, don't let your work get away from you."

With that he returned his work, and I did my best to return to mine.

The rest of the workday continued as if nothing happened. Manuel kept letting loose bassy farts into his office chair every fifteen minutes or so. This time each one was punctuated by an exaggerated, moaning sigh of relief from my boss. It felt almost like he was intentionally trying to tease me, to make sure I noticed his prolific gas. Not like I could have possibly missed them with how loud they were. And they stunk too. The smell was much more noticeable after lunch, even all the way at my desk. Finally five o' clock rolled around. I hurriedly started packing up to leave when Manuel motioned for me to sit in the chair opposite the front of his desk.

Manuel got up out of his chair and came around to the front of the desk, standing in front of me, leaning back and sitting his copious ass on the edge of the desk. He towered over me. I wanted to stare straight ahead, but I was currently eye level with his crotch, so instead I looked up at his face. I didn't know what to expect.

"Well, Jason, I think this trial run was a success. You're certainly more than capable of being my assistant." I was overjoyed to hear this, but I felt like there was more he wanted to say, so I held my tongue and just smiled.

He continued. "Now, there's another part of the job we should address. I have certain...digestion issues, as you may have noticed. And what's more, I enjoy blowing off a little steam from time to time at someone else's expense. Like I did to you earlier when I got back from lunch. So with the combination of noise and smell disruptions, and my own mischief making behavior, it can make it hard to find an assistant who can keep up with all that."

He was looking very intently at me now, and I was trying not to meet his gaze. "Oh, well, I mean, I didn't mind it too much, it was only a little distracting but it's--"

BBBRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrpt!

The thunderous fart cut me off mid ramble. I could feel myself blushing. The smell was intense, the source only a few feet away from me.

Manuel started speaking again. "Listen, Jason, you don't need to be bashful with me. I noticed yesterday your...interest, in my special talent. I mean your pants are making that clear right now." He pointed at my crotch, which had tented embarrassingly. I quickly folded my hands over the offending hump, feeling the blushing worsen.

He got up from the desk and stood directly in front of me. Even standing up Manuel was a towering 6'4 while I was a mere 5'11. But with me sitting in the chair below him, his impressive frame was even more massive.

"I'd like to offer you the job. You have no obligation to take it, but if you do take the position I can promise you'll be paid quite a bit more than the job listing offered. That listing didn't account for this 'extra work,' shall we say. Not to mention, you'll get plenty of daily perks." He flashed me a smile at that and let loose another bubbly fart, this one abrupt and wet. The smell made me cough, which earned me a chuckle from my boss.

Could this really be happening? A well paying job with great benefits, easy work I was familiar with, and on top of that my boss is a smokeshow who wants to indulge my fart fetish every day at work. It honestly felt too good to be true, like somehow I was being tricked.

Manuel must have sensed my hesitation. "Here, why don't you take the weekend to mull it over. I realize it's a big ask in a lot of ways, so just let me know your decision by the end of the day on Monday." He stuck out his hand for me to shake it. I took it, and he grasped my hand firmly, giving it a good shake. But then he didn't let go of my hand. "And one more thing, I wanted to give you a little taste of what you can expect if you do say yes."

Gripping my hand he yanked me forward right as he swiftly turned around. I faceplanted into his huge butt, getting a good whiff of his heavy musk, strong after a full day of his ass trapped in these slacks. Part of me wanted to tear his slacks off and bury my face in his bare ass, but overall I was too stunned to act. I felt his ass sit back on me, pushing my back into the chair, and smothering my face in warm fabric. Right when my breathing started to get labored from the weight, he stopped pressing down. I was completely pinned under his ass, and it all happened in maybe ten seconds.

I heard Manuel's voice, slightly muffled by his ass pressing down on me, say, "You know Jason, believe it or not, I've actually been holding back all day." After that terrifying statement, I felt his ass tense.

FWOOOOOOUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH

A massive, ten second long gas bomb exploded directly on my face. It hit my nose first, sending shots of toxic, sulfurous stink up into my sinuses. I immediately started gagging and coughing, which was a big mistake. Opening my mouth, the rest of the rancid meaty fart flooded down my throat. I could taste the stink on the back of my tongue. My face was hot and sweating. My cock couldn't take any more. I shot my load right there in my pants.

When Manuel got up off of me and turned to look at me, I heard a peel of laughter escape him. Not cruel or mocking, but more of a genuine shocked sort of laughter. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you so bad Jason, sorry bud." He clapped me on the shoulder in his friendly way. Looking down I could see what must have sparked his laugh, a very obvious wet stain on my slacks.

"Hey, feel free to use the executive bathroom to get yourself cleaned up before you head home. I hope I hear from you by Monday, Jason." He was beaming. In spite of what just happened to me, I was smiling back at him too.

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I got cleaned up in the extremely nice executive bathroom, grabbed me things, and went back home to my apartment. When I got home it was late. I fell into bed, thinking about how my day had gone.

Was I really going to take the job? A great salary with full benefits, doing work I was already comfortable with, and all at the price of letting my hot boss fart on my face whenever he wants. A part of me was apprehensive. Even normally, Manuel would hold a lot of power over my as my boss. Trusting him with this kind of sexual secret in a work setting definitely didn't feel 100% appropriate. On the other hand, he hadn't pressured me at all, even assured me there were no hard feelings if I didn't take the job. I'd just have to weigh the risk that Manuel could turn out to be manipulative.

Stupidly my dick jumped in my pants at the thought of my hot boss manipulating me into being his fart slave. As much as I knew it was wrong, there was a part of me that found it so sexy!