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“Are you Leo from grindr?” asked the giant man looming over the tiny. “Uh y-yes that’s me.” answered the tiny. Leo and Diego have been messaging for a while on the app. Most of what they talked about was how hot it would be for a giant to smother a tiny. The two finally agreed to meet up but Leo was having second thoughts, he’s never done anything sexual with a tiny, let alone a giant!

Diego turned around and dropped his revealing a huge sweat line going down his crack, “I remember you saying you loved the scent of sweat ass so i made sure to jog here instead of driving just for you. You ready to be all up in this musk?” he said.

Leo was nervous as much as he looked forward to this meet up he wasn’t ready to get into it straight away. “Um… actually…. do you think we can like, just hang out? I don’t think i can go through with this.”

Diego turned around, he was visibly displeased and snatched Leo up brining him closer. “You talk big for someone so little. Where’s the energy you had when we were texting huh? About how badly you wished i could sit on you and how you wanted nothing more than to be as close to my ass as possible?”

Leo was scared now, he wasn’t expecting Diego to act so rash,” I’m sorry maybe next time-“

He was cut off, “Next time? That’s what they all say, you think you’re the first tiny that’s said that to me? I’ve already wasted my time coming here so this is happening “. He then pulled back the waistband of his briefs and stuffed Leo in his ass, pushing his legs into his asshole. He pulled his shorts up hiding his sweat soaked undies

“ Is this close enough for you?” he said. Leo tried to break free but the group around his waist was too strong. “Let me out!” Leo said.

“Sorry man i can’t hear you but this is what you wanted it so i’m going to take that as a yes! Just know that i’m going to be jogging back home so expect it to get a lot more sweaty back there. And when i do get home i’m going to sit on you for hours on end but don’t worry i’ll let some gas slip out every now and then so you can breathe, wouldn’t want you passing out on me!” Diego said walking out the room.

I’m feeling pretty lousy this Christmas Eve; just home alone watching tv. I’ve been feeling like this for two weeks; ever since my best friend Buck got engaged to his girlfriend Vanessa. Since then I’ve been feeling like a huge coward for never telling Buck how I really feel about him. 

While I’m gay, Buck’s bi, and we’ve been best friends since our freshman year of highschool. At 6’3 Buck’s always been a big, funny, friendly giant. Thanks to years of football Buck’s always had a muscular body with a bit of a gut that makes him look all the more manlier. Also Buck has an amazingly big, bubble butt. Each of his butt cheeks are the size of watermelons. With all this combined there’s no wonder why I’ve been in love with Buck for years. But thanks to my cowardice I’ve lost my chance.

I’m lying down on my couch watching some forgettable Christmas movie when something big and heavy lands on my face, crushing me into the seat cushion, and smothers my face. Before I can even comprehend what’s going on…

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A 6 second eruption goes off in my face that has my ears ringing. My nose is quickly met with the stench of rotten eggs and garlic, and it has me gagging. I instantly realize Buck’s sitting on my face and he just dropped one of is patented Buck bombs on me. Buck’s a notoriously gassy prankster and never misses an opportunity to fart in someone’s face. 

Buck gets off of me and I sit up, still gagging. “Jeez Buck what the… AHHH!”

I scream at what’s standing before me. It’s Buck, but he’s transparent; I can see the Christmas movie still playing through his body. I stand up and hop behind the couch, putting some distance between us. “What the hell are you?!” I demand. 

With an amused smile, transparent Buck puts his hands up in a placating gesture. “Easy there killer I’m a spirit come here to help you.” 

I look at him horrified. “Oh no, Buck, are you dead?”

He rolls his eyes. “No I ain’t dead. All I’ll say is I’m a bit too complicated to explain but that isn’t important. I’m here to help you. Now please take a seat so we can begin”

With a frown I hesitantly make my way around the couch and sit back down.

Buck smiles down at me. “Ian, I’m here to convince you to confess your love to me.”

My eyes widen and I open my mouth to rebuke his statement, but Spirit-Buck cuts me off. “No use in lying Ian I know it’s true. And just so you know, the me-of-right-now has been in love with you for just as long.”

“Really?” I ask quietly.

He nods, “Yeah and to prove it I’m going to show you what your past and present could’ve been and what your future can be.” 

This all seems so surreal but I agree to do it.

Spirit-Buck smirks at me. “It’s funny that you think I’m giving you a choice”

Spirit-Buck spins around, grabs the back of my head, and pulls my face into his big ass. He may be transparent but his meaty, fat globes feel real as ever as they mold around my features.  

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Spirit-Buck rips a 5 second, bubbly fart right up my nose. The noxious smell of his signature butt musk hits me and then everything turns white. After blinking a couple of times I find myself back in time. I’m in me and Buck’s old dorm room we shared during our sophomore year of college. I’m seeing everything through my eyes but I’ve no control over my body. I’m just a passenger along for the ride.

I’m sitting on the edge of my tiny twin bed reading when Buck comes in. I remember this moment. It was after Buck’s failed date and I wasted my chance. 

“Hey how’d your date go?” Iask.

“This about sums it up.” Buck says as he walks up to me. He then turns around and leans forward, jutting his fat, jean-clad ass within inches of my face.

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Buck rips a 4 second fart pointblank in my face. I groan from the stench of rotten eggs mixed with raw sewage. “Ugh Buck that’s gross.” I complain.

“And that’s exactly how my date was” He says as he sits next to me. “As soon as we sat down he asked if he could record me fisting him so he could send it to his ex and make him jealous. I left before we could even order.” 

Buck lies back on my bed. “Man Ian, why can’t I find anyone. That girl last week was cute but she basically ran away after I farted a couple of times.”

“Oh gee I wonder why” I quip sarcastically. 

Buck smiles up at me devilishly. “So you got jokes, then tell me how funny this is.” Buck grabs me by the shoulders and the next thing I know I’m lying on my bed with Buck’s gargantuan rump hovering above my face. Before I can even try to escape, Buck’s huge ass falls onto my face. I’m completely smothered by his thick, meaty cheeks.

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“Ah yeah I have no idea why my farts chased her off”

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“I mean my Buck bombs aren’t that bad; right Ian”

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“Come on, take a big whiff of this and be honest with your good buddy… NGH”

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Buck drops a myriad of butt bombs onto my face; poisoning my lungs with his toxic ass fumes. I’m a coughing mess as Buck gets off of my face, chuckling at my suffering. With his immense strength Buck easily rearranges us so we’re lying together on my bed with my head resting on his chest. We’ve always been close like this.

“Thanks for the laugh Ian, I needed that.”

I grunt, wiping the tears from my eyes. 

Buck sighs and says, “I don’t know Ian. I don’t think anyone will wanna be with my big, gassy ass.”

When this first happened, years ago, I just remained silent and let the moment pass; whoever’s in control of me now doesn’t. 

“Buck I love you”

“I love you too.” Buck replies offhandedly.

“No buck” I say looking up at him earnestly, “I’m in love with you.”

Buck stares at me in surprise; his mouth slightly agape. The other-me, in control, leans forward and kisses Buck. Buck’s shocked at first but after a few moments, he kisses me back. We both pull back as the kiss ends; smiling at one another. 

“Wow, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for the longest.” Buck says longingly.

“Same and I’m so happy that you feel the same way about me.” I say with a grin.

Buck’s smile turns into a grimace. “Look, I know this is supposed to be a sweet moment so I’m sorry about this.” Buck scrunches up his face and grunts.

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Buck rips a loud, trumpeting fart. The rancid stench of digested meat and onions quickly spread throughout the room and it has me gagging. “Oh that’s nasty even for you Buck.”

Buck wears a shit-eating grin. “Well you better get used to it since I’ve decided that we’re going to start dating.”

Even though I roll my eyes I’m still wearing a fond smile. “Fine, fine I’ll endure; I’m just glad that you won’t be farting on me anymore since I’m kinda your boyfriend now.”

Buck stills for a second before tossing his head back and cackling like a maniacal supervillain. “Haha you’ve got it completely wrong Ian. Now that we’re together you’re going to be my butt’s number one victim.”

To prove a point, while still lying in bed, Buck swivels his hips and presses his bulbous butt against my thigh.

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Buck rips a beefy fart on my leg and I feel the heat of it venting out of his asshole. I cringe as the smell of rotten eggs reaches my nose. Buck laughs as he grabs my covers and pulls them over our heads. “I’m not done with you yet Ian. Your new man’s about to treat you to a classic dutch oven… UGH’’

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I groan as Buck’s putrid butt fumes dominate the air underneath the covers.

I blink and I’m back in my living-room, sitting on my couch with Spirit-Buck standing in front of me. He’s looking down at me with sadness.

 I feel like I’m going to cry. “That could’ve been us if I wasn’t such a coward.” I whisper mostly to myself.

“I’m sorry Ian but we’re not finished. It’s now time to see how things could’ve been now if we were together.” Spirit-Buck grabs the back of my head, turns around, and once again pulls my face into his meaty bottom.

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Everything goes white again for a few seconds and then I find myself walking into a home with Buck right behind me. I don’t know how but I know that this is Buck’s and my house, it’s Christmas eve, and we’re just coming back from having dinner at my parents’.

“Oh man it feels like my stomach’s going to burst.” Whines Buck.

“No one forced you to have thirds.” I inform him unsympathetically.

“Well your mom shouldn’t be such a good cook.” He says, sounding like a petulant child.

I roll my eyes and sit down on the middle of our couch in our living-room. I grunt as Buck lies down along the couch and on me, with his titanic rump parked on my lap.

“Get off Buck you’re too heavy.” I groan.

Buck looks up at me with an impish grin. “I can fix that, here let me just lighten my load… GGH”

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Buck drops a rumbling Buck bomb that warms up my crotch. It actually feels nice and I feel myself hardening. But my hard-on immediately deflates when Buck’s putrid butt stink hits me. 

“Oh Buck that reeks.”

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“Hey don’t blame me, blame your mom’s cooking… HGH”

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“Ah bet you’re wishing you stopped me from having thirds right now… FGH”

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“Haha how’s that second-hand broccoli casserole tasting… NGH”

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“Oh yeah I’m gassy tonight hehe… UGH”

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Buck becomes a butt bomb factory, ripping an endless stream of farts on my lap. I find myself enveloped in one of Buck’s eggy fart clouds. It has me gagging and has my eyes watering. WIth the last of my strength, the other-me in control, shoves Buck off of my lap, and onto the floor with a thud. 

I half-heartedly glare down at Buck while he cheekily grins up at me. “You’re a shitty boyfriend; literally.” I say.

“Well maybe I can change that.” Buck says cryptically.

Buck shocks me as he gets on one knee, pulls out a ring box, and reveals an engagement ring. “Ian, you’re my best friend and the love of my life. I could never imagine not having you in my life everyday. Ian Greene, will you marry me?” Buck asks with a nervous smile

I feel my eyes misting over. “I love you too Buck; of course I’ll marry you.” I lean in and we kiss. 

He slips the ring onto my finger and it’s a perfect fit. It’s a romantic moment but of course Buck has to ruin it.

‘When we tell people how I proposed we’ll end the story right here”

“Why?” I ask with a furrowed brow.

A devilish grin forms on Buck’s lips. “Don’t think people wanna hear about your face getting some lovin’ from my big gassy butt.” With that Buck tightens his grip on my hand and tosses a leg over my arm. With a powerful tug, I’m pulled forward and my nose lands in between his bubbly globes. Only a thin layer of denim is protecting my nose from his noxious asscrack. I hear Buck grunt and…

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Buck rips a raunchy fart right up my nose and it has me coughing. It stinks of rotten fish and garlic. My face tries to pull away but I feel Buck’s other hand on the back of my head, keeping me in place.

“You ain’t going anywhere my handsome fiance; my butt isn’t done lavishing you with kisses… UGH”

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“Uh-oh your mom’s mac n’ cheese is making a return. Better brace yourself Ian… NGH” 

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Spirit-Buck’s voice suddenly fills my head. “Alright Ian, let’s take a glimpse of what happens the next day.”

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I now find myself in a different living-room with 3 women and a couple of kids. I already know one of the women as Buck’s mother but I magically know the other two are Buck’s younger brother’s wives, and the kids are Buck’s nephews and nieces. We’re in Buck’s mother’s house, surrounding the Christmas tree, waiting for the 3 brothers to come downstairs with the last of the presents. 

We’re waiting for the brothers so we can open up presents but they haven’t returned yet. Every couple of minutes we hear heavy thumps coming from upstairs so Tiffany (Buck’s mom) sends me up to fetch them. Without delay the other-me, in control, heads upstairs.

Buck and his younger brothers are competitive and aggressive so it’s unsurprising to find the three wrestling when I reach the attic. Well they were wrestling but now Buck’s pinned both his brothers to the floor, on their backs, and is straddling both their faces at the same time. Each of his huge, melon-sized cheeks is smothering one of his brother’s faces. Both his brothers are struggling but Buck’s keeping them trapped without much trouble. Buck proceeds to butt bomb his captured siblings.

“You two have forgotten who’s top-dog around here, allow me to remind you”

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“You two gotta pay for thinking that you could team up and overpower me”

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“And you two are going to pay for it with your sense of smell”

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“Ah this is definitely bringing back memories ain’t it guys”

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“Remember how I used to literally babysit you like this when we were younger”

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“Ngh… Let’s take a long, smelly stroll down memory lane… UGH”

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I cover my nose with my hand as I step fully into the attic. Buck’s noxious butt stink permeates throughout the entire attic. 

“Buck let ‘em up everyone’s waiting on you guys so we can open up presents.”

Buck smirks back at me over his shoulder. “No can do Ian. These two have earned a spot on the naughty list and now must be punished.” He says before ripping another fart on their faces.

“No Buck we need to go now the kids are getting restless.” I tell him sternly.

Buck frowns back at me. “Be careful there babe, I have enough butt to trap a third underneath me.” Buck leans forward revealing the watery eyes of his suffering younger brothers.

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Buck rips a long, wet, greasy fart before sitting back down; burying his brothers back under his meaty ass.

I walk over (still not in control of my own body) and shove Buck off of his brothers with my foot. They get up and thank me before running down the stairs with the last of the presents.

Buck glares up at me but I roll my eyes as I turn around. “Let’s go Buck. I’m more scared of your mom than I am of your big, nasty butt.” 

I only take a few steps before Buck grabs me and (gently) pins me to the ground. He then straddles my chest and stares down at me with a devilish grin. “Well then, my dear fiance, I better make sure you fear my Buck bombs more than anything else.” 

Buck turns around and I find his titanic, slack-covered ass ,hovering inches above my face. “… Buck stop it– Mmmm” Buck slams his fat bottom onto my face, silencing me and burying my face under his bulbous globes. 

“Hope you’re ready for this Ian; you’re about to smell how my butt deals with my brothers… FGH”

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“Ah I hope you enjoyed that bad boy because he brought a friend… RGH”

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“Ugh, get off of me you dick” I protest, muffled by Buck’s thick bum. 

“Such a filthy mouth Ian, I’m gonna have to wash it out. Unfortunately for you it isn’t going to be with soap but you’re gonna wish it was… GNGH”

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Buck rips a mammoth of a fart into my open mouth, inflating my lungs like party balloons. All I can smell is rancid meat and rotten eggs. Buck stands up, leaving me on the floor, dry-heaving. 

After a minute or so, I stand up as well, still coughing. I glare at his smug expression. I head toward the stairs. “I’m telling your mother what you did to me.” I toss back at him, over my shoulder. 

Buck’s smug expression evaporates. “Wait-wait babe I’m sorry” he cries after me fearfully.

I find myself back in my living-room, sitting in front of Spirit-Buck. I feel tears starting to leak from my eyes. “Please stop this.” I beg. “I can’t take much more.”

Spirit-Buck looks down at me sympathetically. “I’m sorry Ian but you still must see what we could’ve had.” Spirit-Buck grabs the back of my head and turns around. I try to resist but like normal-Buck, he easily overpowers me and presses my face against his ass. 

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I’m walking down some stairs (once again not in control of my own body) when a flood of information infiltrates my brain. I just put me and Buck’s daughter, Laura, to sleep after she caught and met Santa Claus, who was just Buck in disguise. 

I find Buck still dressed as Santa, placing presents underneath the Christmas tree and it’s quite the sight. WIth Buck bent over, his red slacks are pulled tight, showcasing his fat, bubbly butt. 

“Wow Santa I love what you got me for Christmas.” I say while blatantly leering at his enormous posterior. 

Buck smirks back at me, he’s still wearing everything except for the white beard. “Santa’s glad you like the view Ian” Buck says before he slaps his own ass making his fat, doughy cheeks wobble.

“But I’ve got some bad news for you” Buck says as he straightens up. Buck then starts crowding me backwards until the back of my knees hit the couch. I fall onto the couch, taking a seat. 

An impish little smirk forms on his face. “Unfortunately for you Ian, you’ve made it on my naughty list. So I’ve brought you plenty of things but I’m sure you’re not going to like ‘em.”

“Buck don’t you dare.” I warn.

“Buck? I’m not your husband. It’s me Santa Claus, Ho ho ho” Buck teases. 

I try to escape but Buck climbs onto the couch, trapping me and giving me a faceful of his crotch. Buck quickly turns around and shoves his fat butt into my face, burying my face under his pillowy globes.

“Welcome to the naughty list Ian… GGH”

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“Long gone are the days of receiving pieces of coal in your stockings… HGH”

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“Now naughty boys like you receive facefuls of Santa’s nasty ass gas… UGH”

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Buck drownds me in a barage of his noxious Buck bombs. His potent and vile butt fumes have me gagging and my eyes watering. After a couple of shoves I finally get Buck to raise his ass off of my face slightly.

I’m so busy taking mouthfuls of semi-fresh air that I fail to notice Buck reaching back and pulling down his Santa pants and boxers. I only notice when his fat, fuzzy globes are set free and wobble right in front of my face. 

“I swear Buck– you’re the shittiest husband ever” I say through a coughing fit.

“Oh how wrong you are Ian, I’m the shittest Santa ever. Now you naughty boy, you’ve earned a visit to Santa’s noxious wonderland. Ho ho ho” With that Buck reaches back and spreads open his bubbly cheeks. I find myself staring at Buck’s pucker surrounded by a thatch of black hair. Buck thrusts his ass back, submerging my face in between his thick cakes. 

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A gargantuan fart comes roaring out of Buck’s asshole and right up my nose, that’s only centimeters away. The stench of rancid meat and rotten eggs is overwhelming and it makes me pass out. 

I wake up and sadly find myself back in my living-room with Spirit-Buck. I can’t help but start crying. Seeing the life I could’ve had with Buck is crushing. 

Spirit-Buck sits beside me, wraps an arm around my shoulders, and tries to comfort me. “Hey don’t cry Ian, everything’s going to be alright.” 

I shake my head. “No it’s not you’re getting married. I-I’ve lost you.”

“Ian. Ian please look at me” Spirit-Buck doesn’t continue until I’m looking him in the eyes. “I want you to promise me something. Promise me that if another opportunity comes along you won’t waste it; you’ll tell me that you love me.”

“I promise that I will.” I vow, making him smile.

“Good, I’ll hold you to that. Well I guess my work here is done.”

Before I can ask what he means, Spirit-Buck leans away from me and cups his hand in front of the seat of his pants. He scrunches his face up and grunts. 

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Spirit-Buck covers my nose with his cupped hand, forcing me to huff up his butt fumes. The eggy stench is vile and otherworldly, and it has me blacking out again.

I wake up, once again in my living-room, but Spirit-Buck is gone. I reflect on if all of what just happened was real or just a dream. 

5 minutes later, the real Buck lets himself into my house and finds me sitting on the couch. His expression is a mixture of anger and sadness. 

“Is everything okay?” I ask with a furrowed brow.

“Does this answer your question” Like in the past, Buck walks up to me, spins around, and points his bubbly ass in my face.  

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Buck rips a 6 second butt bomb, pointblank in my face. It reeks of rotten eggs and Buck’s personal brand of ass-musk. “Oh Buck, that’s nasty” I complain, fanning the air in front of my face.

Buck’s mostly ignoring me. “Fuck Ian I don’t know what to do.” He starts as he begins pacing back and forth in front of me. “Vanessa’s ended our engagement. She says we were moving too fast for her liking.”

Buck stops moving and looks at me hopefully. “You think I can stay with you for a week or two. I’m hoping by then she’ll have realized her mistake, and our engagement will be back on.”

I’m already nodding my head in agreement, but then I remember Spirit-Buck. This is my chance to fulfill my promise. 

I stand up and walk in front of Buck. “Buck, I need to be honest with you. I’m happy that Vanessa called off your engagement.”

Buck looks hurt and agitated but I continue. “I’m happy because I think this is the right time to tell you that I’m in love with you.” Buck’s eyes widen in shock and he goes slack-jawed. “When you first told me you were proposing to Vanessa I was crushed. I’ve been in love with you for years but was too scared to tell you the truth. But I’m not scared anymore.”

Buck’s staying silent, gaping at me, but I still press on. “Now I’ve got to warn you Buck, I’m about to kiss you. If it feels wrong or uncomfortable then just give me a pinch and I’ll stop.” 

I pull Buck in by the shoulders, stand on the tips of my toes, and press my lips against his. I’m nervous at first when Buck does nothing, but after a few hesitant moments he starts to reciprocate the kiss. 

A growl rumbles in Buck’s chest as he starts to back me up until my back hits the wall. He continues to plunder my mouth with his tongue as he keeps me pinned in between himself and the wall. 

We finally separate after a few minutes of kissing; both of us breathing hard.

“Damn I’ve been wanting to kiss you since high school.” Buck confesses surprisingly. 

“Same here, ha” I say and laugh.

“To think, we could’ve been fuckin’ for years if you opened your mouth sooner dumbass.” He tells me with a smirk.

I scoff, “You’re one to talk. You could’ve said something too.”

Buck narrows his eyes at me. “If you’re gonna try to put the blame on me then I’m gonna lay this on you” Buck swivels his hips, pressing his bubble butt against my thigh.

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Buck rips a 7 second, bubbly fart on me. I cringe as his eggy ass gas travels upward and reaches my nose. “Ugh Buck you’re such a dick.”

“Hehe what’re you talking about? I’m very sweet. In fact let me show you how sweet I am” Next thing I know, Buck suddenly grabs me by the waist and chucks me onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He then charges up the stairs, carrying me. With his every step my upside down face bounces off his bulbous rump. 

“Where are we going?” I ask confusedly.

“To your bedroom. And I wouldn’t open my mouth right now if I were you.”

As I ask ‘why’ Buck launches 2 squeaky poots into my open mouth; making me gag.

When we reach my bedroom he tosses me onto my bed. Buck follows me onto the bed, crawling towards me like a lion cornering his prey. I feel both afraid and aroused. 

Buck crawls over me and stops when he’s straddling my chest. Buck peers down at me with a lopsided grin. “Alrighty Ian, time for me to show you my sweet side.”

Buck turns around and I find my face beneath his looming, gargantuan ass. 

“Oh come on Buck this isn’t your sweet side. You’re always gassing me out with this big thing on a daily basis.” I gripe.

Buck’s plump cheeks start jiggling above me thanks to his laughter. “ Haha this is my sweet side, it’s me showing my love for you. In fact I’ve been showering you with my love for years.” Buck says cheekily, “I never could do this to Vanessa. I guess she was right in the end” he adds thoughtfully. “Oh well.”

Buck reaches back and pulls down the back of his pants, just underneath his ass. His fat, fuzzy cheeks wobble ominously above my face when they’re freed. 

“Something so dangerous shouldn’t look so sexy.” I comment nervously.

“Oh quit being such a baby. This is going to be romantic. It’s Christmas eve and you’re about to lock lips with my other end.”

Buck uses his hands to spread open his pillowy cheeks before slamming his ass onto my face. My whole face is easily consumed by his toxic trench. I feel his doughy cheeks pouring over the sides of my face and making contact with the bed. Buck starts swiveling his ass from left to right, somehow burying my face deeper in between his meaty globes. He doesn’t stop until I feel my lips grazing his winking butthole.

“Pucker up Ian, my butt’s gonna knock your socks off with it’s kissing skills… FGH”

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“Ah that’s it Ian. Feel my butt filling your lungs with its eggy love… GHH”

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“Yeah, I’m gonna drown you in my butt’s romantic stench… FGH”

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“You better get used to the stink Ian, you’re going to be enduring it for years to come”

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Buck rips one fart after another into my open mouth.

This isn’t the first time I’ve had Buck’s bare-asshole on my mouth but with this new sense of bravery I do something I’ve never done before. I lick Buck’s sweaty, fart-spewing asshole. It tastes of expired meat and pure masculinity. It’s both repulsive and addictive.  

Buck’s body shutters on top of me. “Oh fuck that feels amazing. Keep fuckin’ doin that” Buck commands as he starts working his hips, grinding his hole against my tongue.

“Ian I still have plenty of butt bombs but it doesn’t matter. Keep eating my hole… NGH”

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“Oh yeah, how does my man-stink taste… FGH” 

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“Get comfortable with licking my cornhole because you’ll be doin this quite frequently”

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After lighting my face up with another onslaught of his farts, Buck lifts his ass off of me and peers down at me, in between his legs.I know I’m a mess. My face is wet from my tears and his butt sweat, and I’m in a coughing fit. 

“Damn Ian, that was incredible. Vanessa’s never licked my butthole. I asked her to do it once and she made me sleep on the couch for a week. Hell she even threatened to dump my ass if I ever farted in front of her again.”

“Buck if you forget about Vanessa I promise to lick you ass clean every night. And no matter how much you fart around or even on me, you won’t be getting rid of me.”

“Careful what you say Ian or I might make it so that breathing in fresh air will be a luxury you’ll rarely get to enjoy.” Buck warns me.

“Buck if you forget about Vanessa I’ll happily endure any Buck bomb you send my way.”

Buck smirks down at me. “Who’s Vanessa?”

I feel myself smiling like a loon. “That’s my boy.”

Buck corrects me, “You mean that’s my boyfriend.”

“I like the sound of that.” I agree happily.

“Welp I guess you better get back to work Ian. You’ve got a long night of worshiping my hole and eating my butt bombs ahead of you. In you go”

Buck drops his bubbly ass back on top of me, entombing my face back in between his two doughy mounds. I hear Buck grunting and straining as I feel his asshole opening against my lips.

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Spirit-Buck floats in front of the bedroom window looking on. He smiles seeing them finally getting together before he slowly fades away.

A 50-year-old Buck opens his eyes and finds himself back in his dingy, one room apartment on Christmas Eve. He’s been living here since he and Vanessa recently got divorced. He looks down, on his lap, at the supposedly magical book. He got it from an elderly lady he helped on the street. He just tried a spell on astral projection and time travel. At first he thought it was fake, but after that vision he isn’t so sure. 

The book suddenly vanishes and Buck feels himself getting whisked away. One second he’s in his apartment and in the next he’s in some big house. The inside of the house is decorated with Christmas paraphernalia and pictures of him and Ian together throughout the years. 

Buck’s memories of his life with Vanessa are rapidly replaced with ones with Ian. Buck smiles just from thinking about his husband of over 20 years. Speaking of which he hears and smells Ian cooking Christmas dinner for tomorrow. Buck can nearly kick himself for forgetting that his kids and grandkids are coming over tomorrow for Christmas dinner.

Buck smirks as he feels his insides brewing up something nasty. He decides to gift Ian with a early Christmas present. Buck creeps into the kitchen as quietly as he can.

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The gym floor was hard even with the padding. Your abs burned. This was only your second week here. You has paid for a person trainer. His name was Titus Ryker. He was a walking slab of steak. When he first started training you he told you not to focus on the look. Titus looked like he would be more at home in a Popeye comic than the cover of GQ

“Come on. Just six more” he said. He was leaning over your face. You had promised him thirty sit ups but after 20 your zeal had started to fade.

“Your the trainer, motivate me.” You grunted out. Five more to go.

He leaned down closer. He was sweaty too. He would you the exercise he tasked you with five times over for every time he’d make you do it once.

“Alright. Well I gave you positive motivation last time— how a about some negative?” He slowly smiled wide. “If you don’t give me those last five remaining sit-ups in the next thirty seconds I’m going to park my cold,sweaty,three hundred and ten pounds of raw, hairy muscles, stinking half-Irish half-German ass on your face right here in the middle of the gym for everyone to see. And I’m not moving for at least ten minutes for every sit up you fail to do.”

You felt a pit growing in your gut. He was serious.

“And let me warn you. I had an extra cheese and onion pizza for breakfast washed down with two warm miller lights, so I’ve been ripping sloppiest, nastiest, garbage-gut-toxic farts brewing in me today. How’s that for motivation?”

Your battery recharged. Four to go, three to go. You push through the pain. Two to go. You crunch forward with only two to go. Your side splits. Your abs knot. Sheer will alone can’t help you hear. Your body falls back. You try to get up but you can’t.

“Sorry…” you say up at Titus. “I guess I’m not ready yet.”

“You tried. You got twenty eight out of thirty. Next week you’ll be doing forty without breaking a sweat.” He says.

“You really think so?”

“Oh after what I’m about to do to you yes.”  He places his hand on your chest and slides forward. He drags his pendulous sack over your face, sliming it like a snail as he positions his bent knees on either side of your face. Titus is a man of his words. He crosses his feet behind you and sits down locking your face between the padded gym floor and Titus’ shorts clad cheeks. 

You squirm but in addition to being tired, the bulky behemoth pinning you makes it hard to fight back.

“Twenty minutes starting now” you hear him say, though muted through his ass.

Not even five minutes go by before your nose gives out. You had gotten used to the smell of gym sweat, but with your nose wedged between Titus’ crack it was too potent, too earthy, to ignore. He wasn’t kidding when he said it was hairy. The wiry hairs poked through the mesh fabric of his shorts and tickled your nose. Your lips were salty with the taste of his sweat. Had it been twenty minutes yet? Had it been an hour? You couldn’t tell in Titus’ dank personal man cave.

He chuckled and shifted. For a second you could feel his full weight press down on you. You were rammed deeper between his cheeks. So deep everything was silent as your ears had been clapped by the monstrously ursine cheeks. You thought your head might pop but then it was gone. Titus has repositioned.

Then it happened.

You couldn’t tell by sound at first, no you were to close for that. Your first sign was the vibration and the taste. Titus’ ass belched forth a long and slow fart. It was like an armoire filled with fresh cow shit being slowly drug across the floor of an empty amphitheater.

“This brings me back to my high school days. I got kicked off the wrestling team because I kept farting in my opponent faces” he’s said, though you couldn’t tell if it was too you or the no doubt small crowd of power lifters who had come to laugh at your torture. “I’d get them in a scissor lock, flip over and give um the old Ryker Thunder Waffle. I’d let them stew about then give a wiggle”

Titus wiped his ass forward and backwards across your face. He’s may have said wiggle but it felt more like he was trying to scratch his asshole with your nose.

“Lifting club didn’t mind though, so I started—” he abruptly stop as a more clarion toot, a deep and mighty honk like the horn of Helms Deep being blown, only with more oniony notes. “Ho boy. Six minutes left and that was a warning fart right there. Tells me: Titus get if this guy’s face we got a category nine dump incoming”

You tried to push the image from your mind. You recited the states in alphabetical order; the alphabet backwards, counting down from ten. When you got to number two though you focused on the thought of Titus decimating one of the gym toilets.

When all hope had just about been crushed out of you, he stood up.

“Twenty minutes on the dot” he said rolling forward and standing up. “So you gonna give me forty next time?“ 

You wiped the ass sweat from your lips. “Yes sir”

I should feel elated returning to my hometown with my newly earned degree; instead I’m worried about where I’ll be staying thanks to this pandemic. I can’t stay with my parents because they moved into a one bedroom apartment. And my older brother has a wife and five children so that’s a definite no.

Thankfully my brother has a friend who’ll let me crash with them. Unfortunately that’d be Blake, my bro’s gay friend. Now I’m gay too so that’s not my problem; it just stings that he only sees me as his friend’s younger brother. I’ve had a crush on him since I was younger and it’s still there. I feel like my time with Blake will be slow and torturous.

My jalopy of a car pulls up in front of Blake’s beautiful home in the nicer part of town. I know he works in advertisement and it must be doing very well for him. I grab my duffel bag and head up to the front door. I take a calming breath before knocking on the door. It’s been over two years since I’ve last seen Blake; maybe my crush on him has died down. I’m proven wrong as the door swings open revealing Blake.

His bronze muscular body is on full display with him only wearing a pair of silver basketball shorts and a black muscle shirt. He still has a thick head of black luxurious hair and is clean-shaven. And the dazzling smile he’s wearing has me tongue-tied. Crap I’m screwed.

“Wow little Finn look at you, all grown up. Come on and bring it in little man.” Blake greets as he spreads his arms open for a hug. I go in for the hug and pray that I don’t get hard.

Just before we wrap our arms around each other Blake spins around and presses his ass against my lower stomach (in thanks to our height difference). Blake reaches behind and places a hand on my lower back, keeping me pinned against his ass.  

“Haha you’re so easy little Finn that’s why I’ve always loved Blake bombing you.” Blake bombs are what he calls his farts and that’s a perfect title for them. In the past, the stench of one of his Blake bombs could decimate an entire room, and I’m about to find out that, that hasn’t changed. I hear Blake grunt and…

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Blake rips a hefty 8 second fart on me that has my whole body vibrating. It only takes a second for his butt fumes to rise up to my nose and the smell is putrid. The stench of rotten eggs and garbage has me gagging and my eyes stinging.

“Ah you’ve gone too long without being Blake bombed little Finn but I’m going to change that real fast… GHH”

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Blake rips two meaty farts, back to back on me and they smell just as vile as the last one. Blake releases me, turns around, and laughs as he wafts his ass fumes towards my face. Only made it to the front door and I already find myself caught in one of his signature, noxious fart clouds.

Blake pulls me into a hug and gives me a few slaps on the back. “Haha sorry about that Finn but you know I’m always gassy and love farting on my friends.”

Well at least he thinks of me as a friend and not his friend’s little brother.

I return the hug, “It’s alright I knew it was coming. I just thought that I would’ve made it inside before you Blake bombed me.” I say making Blake laugh.

“Come on I have a room setup for you upstairs.” Blake says before leading me into his house and up a flight of stairs. As I trail behind him up the stairs I can’t help but ogle his ass; it’s so big, plump, and round. And with his every step up the stairs his meaty, shorts-covered butt cheeks jiggle so seductively.

I can’t not ogle Blake’s huge ass since it’s right in front of my face, thanks to the fact that he’s climbing a few steps ahead of me. While still enraptured with the view I hear Blake say, “Ah I hope you enjoy this silent crop-dusting I’m dropping. Let’s just call it an early Christmas present.”

Suddenly all I can breathe in is the putrid stench of rotten meat and sweat. Blake’s sbd has me both coughing and gagging. I come to a stop and grab the railing to avoid falling. Blake’s stopped as well and is looking back at me, over his shoulder, with a shit-eating grin.

I look at Blake with watery eyes and say, “Jeeze Blake, warn a guy.”

Blake shrugs, “Okay well here’s your warning Finn: incoming Blake bomb headed your way.” Blake quickly juts his ass out, right up in my face and…

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Blake launches a 6 second, quacking fart right in my face. It doesn’t stink as bad as his sbd but the smell still has me coughing; Blake’s laughing at my suffering. Once I gain my bearings Blake leads me to my room. Thankfully the rest of the journey is Blake bomb free.

“Here’s your room, its right next to mine.” Blake says as he opens the door. It’s nice and big and a thousand times better than that shoe box of a dorm I’m used to living in.  

I walk in and place my bag on the king-sized bed. “Thanks again for letting me stay with you Blake. I promise to be out of your hair before you know it.”

“There’s no rush, stay as long as you like Finn. I enjoy the company.” Blake says kindly before his genuine smile morphs into an impish one. Without saying another word Blake closes the door behind him, turns around, and hikes his left leg up.

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Blake rips 2 booming farts that quickly permeate throughout the room, filling it with his cheesy butt stink.

I cringe and groan as I get a whiff of his ass fumes. “Ugh Blake why’d you have to do that” I complain.

He turns around to face me as he sighs in relief. “Ah sorry about that Finn it’s just a force of habit. You see this used to be my fart room. Whenever I had to fart I’d rip it in here instead of stinking up my house, but now it’s your room. I just need to get used to farting in another room but it may take some time so ignore me if I just walk in and drop a Blake bomb.” Blake says casually. How bad are his farts if he needs a room to release them in?

Before I can respond he’s already making his exit. Just as he walks out the door, he pushes his bubbly ass out again and grunts.

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Blake rips a 4 second fart that sends a fresh wave of his cheesy butt stink throughout the room. “Ah I got a feeling that you’re going to like it here Finn.” Blake says as he closes the door, leaving me alone in this fart filled room.

Over time the smell dissipates and I get to work putting my things away. It only takes me 30 minutes to hang up my clothes and put my other things away. When I’m almost finished I hear a heavy thump against the door followed by…

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Blake rips a 5 second fart against the door that has the entire thing rumbling. I grumble as I make my way to the door. “Can’t you knock like a normal per-” I go silent at what greets me when I open the door. Blake’s standing there with his back facing me as he’s mixing a bowl full of what looks like cookie dough. More importantly, the only thing he’s wearing is a tight pair of grey underwear. They perfectly accentuate his voluptuous, melon-sized butt cheeks.

Blake looks back at me with a lopsided grin, “Hey Finn my hands are full and I had to knock on your door another way. Luckily this big fella is multi-purposeful.” Blake says as he gives his ass a little shake making his meaty globes jiggle.

“Uh Blake you’re only in your underwear.” I point out.

He gives me a wink. “I know and you better get used to it because this is all I wear in my house”

I try to keep focus on his face but my eyes keep wandering down to his massively plump ass. After a few moments Blake starts laughing, gaining my attention. “Haha you know what I think Finn? I think you should help me whip up some Christmas cookies” he lifts up the bowl of cookie dough for a second, “In return for ogling my Blake bomber for so long.” He finishes and flexes his ample glutes.

I go red in embarrassment at being called out. “I don’t know Blake I’m not that good in the kitchen.” I say as I rub the back of my head.

“Alright then let me put it another way. Either you can help me bake cookies or I’ll Blake bomb you, the room, your bed, and every piece of clothing you own.” Blake says threateningly as he arches his back and pushes out his bubbly ass. I immediately see things his way and offer him my assistance.

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Blake rips a 3 second, eggy poot on me.

“Ah, haha I knew you’d see things my way.” Blake laughs and leads the way downstairs. Even though I’m embarrassed it doesn’t stop me from watching his bubbly cheeks bounce as he walks ahead of me.

As we head to the kitchen Blake tells me that he needs to bake cookies for his family, friends, a fundraiser, and a few charities. So he needs to bake a couple dozen cookies and he needs some help.

We make our way to the stove and start working on our first batch of cookies. I’m mostly his assistant but we make a good team. The first batch look great as Blake sits them on the counter, letting them cool. As a reward Blake swivels his hips and presses his huge, warm, underwear-clad ass against my hip. Before I can even react…

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He rips a 6 second Blake bomb right on me. I quickly find myself surrounded in a smelly cloud of Blake’s signature, eggy butt-musk. I half-heartedly glare at Blake, “You’re such a dick”

Blake’s sporting a mischievous grin. “What? I’m just being Santa’s good little helper and rewarding your good deed with a gift. Speaking of which, there’s plenty more where that came from.” Sadly this turns out to be true as Blake keeps farting on me as we continue to bake.

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After finishing up the final batch of cookies, Blake rips a 5 second, honking fart against my side. Instead of the scent of sugar cookies, all I can smell is Blake’s vile butt fumes wafting through the kitchen. And with how much he’s farted on me it feels like he’s baked it into my skin. Blake’s potent ass fumes have me rubbing my watery eyes. I have to take a seat at the kitchen table just to steel myself.

A loud thud sounds in front of me making my eyes shoot open. They widen as I take in Blake standing before my seated form, with his back facing me. The loud thud was Blake tossing his bare foot onto the table, arching his plump butt right into my face.

Blake looks back at me with an impish little grin. “I know I’m spoiling you but what the hell. Here’s another early Christmas present from me to you” With that, Blake reaches back, grabs the top of my head, and shoves my face into his fat meaty ass. My nose is submerged in between his two bubbly ass cheeks; only the thin cotton of his underwear is protecting my nose from his toxic trench. I hear Blake grunting above me and…

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Blake rips 3 gargantuan farts, back to back, right up my nose. All I can breathe in is the noxious stench of rotten meat, methane, and sewage. As his barrage of farts come to a sputtering end I’m thrashing and coughing violently in Blake’s big ass, but he’s keeping my face trapped there.

“You’re not going anywhere yet Finn. We need to let my butt stink marinate.” Blake says as he starts flexing his glutes and grinding his bulbous ass against my face.

After a minute or two Blake finally releases me and I dart over to the kitchen sink and start dry-heaving. All I can smell is his putrid butt stink. Thankfully I don’t throw anything up. I mutter that ‘I’m going to watch TV in the living room’ as I make my way out the kitchen. I ignore the sound of Blake trying to stifle his laughter behind my back.

A few minutes later, I’m on the couch watching an outlandish Hallmark Christmas romance movie when Blake enters. As he heads my way I notice him talking on the phone and carrying a plate of Christmas cookies. It sounds like he’s ripping one of his employees a new one.

“Look Theodore I gave you a task to do, so just do it and don’t think you’re safe thanks to this stay-at-home order. Eventually we’ll be back in the office, and you’ve already earned 5 Blake bombs to the face; screw this up and it’ll be 6. Maybe this’ll tell you how serious I am.” Blake comes to a stop, brings his phone around his back and in front of his ass, hikes his left leg up, and grunts.

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Blake rips a 5 second fart onto his phone and ends the call.

I shake my head, “I can’t believe that you fart on your subordinates at work.”

Blake shrugs as he nears me, “Well it gets the job done and kicks their butts in gear. If you got a problem with that, take it up with this big fella.” When Blake’s standing in front of me he spins around, putting his big ass within a foot of my face. I know what’s about to happen, I don’t even fight it.

Blake reaches back, grabbing me by the top of my head and shoves me face first into his bubble butt. Everything goes dark as my face is submerged into his underwear-clad, plump rear again. I feel his fat cheeks molding over my face like warm clay. It seems more intense than before because even through his underwear, I feel his butthole kissing the tip of my nose. I hear Blake take a breath and then grunt.

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Blake rips a 7 second, bubbly fart right up my nose. His eggy ass gas is otherworldly and has me coughing and my eyes watering. Thankfully he releases my head after this one fart and seems to be done. Blake laughs as he takes a seat next to me and puts the plate of cookies on the coffee table in front of us.

“You’re an ass” I state after recovering.

“Haha Come on Finn I was just showing you my amazing leadership skills; you now what? I’ll be right back; I got something special for you.” Blake heads back into the kitchen for a few minutes and returns with two tall glasses of eggnog.

Blake hands me one with a wink. “You need to know two things Finn: one this eggnog has plenty of alcohol in it, and two, eggnog makes me really gassy so you’ve been warned.”

“What doesn’t make you gassy” I say making him laugh.

We watch this Christmas romance as we enjoy our adult eggnog and it’s utterly insane. A girl make a Christmas wish to find true love and it somehow brings a gingerbread man to life, and they fall in love.

During a commercial break Blake asks me, “If Christmas wishes were real, what would you wish for?”

I instantly answer, “I’d wish that you’d stop farting on me”

“Ha there’ll never be enough magic in the world to save you from my Blake bombs” He says with a lopsided grin as he leans away from me, pointing his butt my way.

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Blake launches several butt bombs my way, surrounding me in another cloud of his butt stink. I try wafting the air from my face but it does nothing to get rid of the smell.

We continue drinking, starting to get buzzed. “What-what would be your Christmas wish?” I ask tipsily.

Blake seriously ponders this for a moment. “Honestly I’d wish for an awesome guy to go steady with. For the past couple of years, my farts have chased away any guy I tried to get serious with. I want to find a good guy whose fine with me being so gassy.”

Blake frowns after saying this. “Wow this is getting a little too real. I’m going to have to lighten the mood by lighting your face up with some farts.” Next thing I know, Blake’s standing up, bent over at the waist, and pushing his ass out into my face. Blake bounces his bubbly butt in my face and accompanies each jiggly bounce with a fart.

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The sight of Blake’s meaty globes bouncing in my face is beautiful but I have to turn away to stop myself from getting a mouthful of his butt fumes. I gag on the stench of Blake’s signature butt musk mixed with spoiled milk. Blake flops back onto the couch, with a look of accomplishment.

I gain liquid courage from the eggnog and decide to fess up. “I’d wish you’d find out about my long time crush on you and we’d fall in love like in these crappy Christmas romance movies.”

Blake looks at me flabbergasted and shakes his head. “Finn I’ve been farting on you since we first met; hell I’ve been Blake bombing you nearly nonstop, all day. How do you have a crush on me, aren’t you disgusted?”

I shrug, “Don’t get me wrong your farts stink like all hell but I honestly… kind of like them. Your gassiness is what makes you, you so I guess I developed a thing for your farts. And the sight of your amazing ass in my face before you fart is pretty hot.”

Blake studies me silently, looking like he can’t believe this. He suddenly jumps up and steps in front of me. He then spins around putting his bubbly butt right in my face. I brace myself for another Blake bomb to the face but nothing happens.

I look up curiously and see Blake looking back down at me, over his shoulder. “Prove it”

“What?” I ask dumbfounded.

“Prove to me that you like my farts by burying your nose in my ass and sniffing all these eggnog powered butt bombs.” Blake says completely flooring me.

Blake raises an eyebrow, challengingly. Blake’s giving me a chance and I’m not going to waste it. I surprise Blake as I grab the waistband of his underwear and pull them down to his feet. Blake’s bare, bronze, bulbous cheeks wobble free from their confines, inches from my face.

I look up at Blake’s slack-jawed expression. “What? You wanted me to prove myself right?” I ask with a bit of sass.

Blake smirks down at me and grabs the back of my head. “I guess I did. Welp it’s your funeral. In you go” With that Blake quickly shoves my face into his huge bare ass. My face is instantly enveloped by his meaty cheeks. It feels like my face has been consumed by Blake’s bubbly globes. I can’t see anything, all I can smell and slightly taste is Blake’s sweaty ass musk.

“Alrighty Finn, have some of this” phhb, “Ah this is what eggnog does to me” rbpp “Bet you’d love me to fill your stockings with these bad boys” pststs “That was wet, I’m not sure if you’re on the naughty or nice list” fmmt “Oh I feel something coming down my chimney and it sure as hell isn’t Santa” PPPHHHH-OOOOFFFFFFFF

Blake keeps on farting in my face and shows no signs of slowing down. Each fart he rips is stronger than the last.

“Since you love my farts so much Finn you’re going to love this…FGH”

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“Seems you’ve been a good boy this year Finn because I have a full sack of Blake bombs for you to enjoy…GHG”

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“Ah seems like you’re running low on eggnog here let me give you a refill…UGH”

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“Don’t think I’ll need a fart room anymore. Your nose will do just fine…GHH”

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Blake keeps blasting me, pointblank in the face, with one monstrous fart after another. The stench is both nauseating and at the same time addictive.  I’m not even thinking straight as I bury my face deeper into his ass and I give his winking hole a tentative lick. It tastes sour and salty. The effect is instantaneous with Blake spasming and moaning above me.

“Of fuck yeah keep doing that. You’ve earned this Finn…GHH”

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“Not done yet, this is an all-you-can-eat Blake bomb buffet… NGH”

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“Yeah that’s it Finn, taste me…GGH”

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“Pucker up Finn you’re about to get kissed under the Christmas tree but it ain’t going to be from Santa Claus…UGH” Blake moves my face so my lips are pressed against his asshole.

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Blake’s last gargantuan fart is 25 seconds long and comes roaring out of his ass and into my open mouth. My cheeks and lungs expand with his toxic ass gas. All I can taste, breathe, and smell is Blake’s eggy noxious butt fumes. With a wet squelch Blake releases my face from his big ass and I fall back onto the couch gasping for semi-fresh air.

Blake pulls up his underwear, turns around, and marvels at my hard-on. “Finn you kinky bastard; you’re really into this.”

I shrug, “I told you” I say while breathing heavily. “So what now?” I ask.

Blake looks down at me silently for a few seconds before smiling. “Well it’s a sure thing that tomorrow I’m making you a home cooked meal for our first date, and let me tell you, I make a mean lasagna. But as for now you’ve got a choice to make. Either we can continue watching this Christmas movie, or I can watch it alone while I sit on your face and fart.”

It’s a no-brainer for me. I immediately lay on my back, along the couch. Blake shakes his head, smiling. “Oh Finn you don’t even realize how much danger you’re in” Blake turns around and his huge ass descends down onto my face. I feel his meaty ass molding over my face like dough, and I feel my nose being wedged in between his cantaloupe-sized globes.

From above me I hear, “Ah this is the life…NGGH”

When you decided to link up with the Grindr hookup of your dreams. The last thing you expected was to be crushed mercilessly under his wide ass.

He seemed sweet enough. While messaging he wasn’t intrusive, nor overly sexual. You just figured you’d meet him at his house, he’d fuck you raw, and then you’d dip. Being squished under his ass? That was the last thing you expected. Especially when he opened the door, and offered you a cup of tea. After declining, due to not wanting to get too personal. He told you to lay down on the couch. You followed instructions finding his dominance very attractive.

“You ready?” He asked excitedly. You nodded your head vigorously and watched as he slowly sauntered over to you. Then as you were anticipating him to take his clothes off. He turned around, and plopped on top of you. Almost purposely slamming his bulking frame onto you.

You wheezed. The air inside of you fled your body so rapidly you felt like a whoopee cushion. After a couple seconds though, you realized he was more of a whoopee cushion than you.

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Warm air gushed out of his hole, and onto your stomach. Heating up your torso, and the portion of the couch that was unfortunate enough to be behind him. It was a quick 2 second fart, but the smell was rancid. You started beating on his legs. He paid no mind. He just adjusted himself and laughed.

“Listen up pig. The protein shake i drank before my workout this morning is hitting me like a bitch. You’re in for a treat today,” he said menacingly. You twisted your face in disgust and confusion. You were about to plead, but you were interrupted by,

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Another loud fart, that started airy, but ended like a roll of thunder this one lasting 4 seconds smelled even more rancid. Almost skunky. You coughed at the horrific stench. He just smiled, took a deep whiff, and kissed his bicep.

“I don’t think you’re ready to handle what’s coming to you bi-“

You tried interjecting, but he just placed his thigh over your neck. Ultamitley choking you, and rendering it impossible for you to speak.

“As I was saying faggot. You’re not ready, for all this hot, stinking ass.”

He shifted closer to your face, and

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He released a booming fart. Everything about it was worse. His farts just kept building up. This one lasted 5 seconds, and was distinctively more rotten.

“Ooh, it must not smell good down there. Fuck!”

He lifted off of you for a moment. You eagerly took a breath in, and he plopped back down on top of you. In that split second he had taken off his shorts, and you could now see that he was wearing a black thong. Once he settled back down on top of you he pulled out his dick which was hard! A full seven and a half inches of thick meat. He began to stroke his cock, causing his huge saggy balls to bounce on your stomach. You’d be extremely turned on right now if you weren’t in excruciating pain, and completely disgusted.

“Please,” you weakly begged. As his eyes furrowed. You regretted saying anything.

“I’ll fuck your twink ass later. Right now is my time, and you’re being selfish.” After speaking he started shifting. You thought it was to get off of you, until his ass came looming over your face. You tried to fight, but it was no use.

You helplessly watched as his ass cheeks separated. Showing you a glimpse of his hole, that his thong was doing an extremely poor job of covering. It was slimy, and hairy, and quite frankly it didn’t look that clean. You got to see it even better when he shifted the measley string out of his crack. You heard a chuckle just before his colossal ass slammed onto your face. You screamed, but that only aroused him more.

“Fuuuck! Feel free to lick down there while I finish up.”

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A small toot further bombarded you with a stench that added to the musk of his ass in a way that could be used to torture soldiers for interrogation. The smell was so strong. It burnt your nose, and the sensation of warm air filling your nostrils was intrusive to say the least. Your face felt moist after the fart, and you prayed that it was just sweat. His ass hairs scratched at your face. Making your skin feel irratated, further making you uncomfortable. You kept slapping at his thighs, but it was obviously doing nothing, because he just kept stroking his penis. Every couple of seconds you heard a moan, each usually followed by a small poot.

“Oh my god. Your face feels so...”

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“Good!” He ripped a loud 3 second fart on your face.

“You’re at the mercy of my ass man. I’m sorry I have no co-“

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“-ntrol.” He wasn’t stopping. The farts kept coming. Each warming your face, and making the scent of shit more dense over your nose.

“Ahh fuck. Smell it bitch. Let my gas burn your nostrils...”

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“I want my scent to stain the front of your little faggot brain!”

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“Yeah you like that? You sick little bitch. You wanna sniff-“ His tauntings ceased. They turned into moans, before he could finish his sentence. You felt his body tense. Squishing your face evermore in his crack. Then you felt beads of cum spray your shirt. Dampening the fabric.

“Oh fuck...” He said slightly out of breath. There was silence for a moment, and then you felt him lean forward.

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This fart left your face warm, warmer than the rest, and wet, suspiciously wet.

Then as if your prayers had been answered he got off of your face. Your vision was blurry, and you felt paralyzed by pain. You gasped for air, greedily opening your mouth wide and sucking in semi-fresh air by the mouthfuls. You saw his figure get off the couch and stand over you. He chuckled a bit, and then took off his thong.

“I really made a mess of your face. I guess it was a good thing you weren’t licking my hole.”

He chuckled picking you up off of the couch.

“Here use this to clean yourself.” He said as he strapped his thong around your face. Now introducing the smell of sweaty balls to the concoction of awful scents in your nostrils. You were too defeated to even speak. He carried you to the bedroom.

“Time for me to fuck you. I know that’s all you wanted.”

You wake up in a daze, your mind racing with questions. You are laying down and can’t quite make out the room around you. Your attempts to get up lead nowhere as you realize you are being firmly held down by some sort of by some sort of giant tape. It was at this moment you notice the room around you looked rather large, and everything seemed strangely far away. What was happening before you woke up like this? You remember that you were sent on a mission, to infiltrate your rival company’s computer systems at their home base. You were well prepared, having researched the floor plan and thought about how you were going to sneak in to the building after closing hours. Then it hits you, the last thing you remember is successfully breaking in and finding the information you were looking for. But before you could email it away you got sprayed in the face by someone just out of your line of sight with some strange liquid. That’s the last thing you can remember.

Then a low laughter cuts through the silence of your thoughts. “So, I see you’re finally awake then. Took a little longer than usual for the subject to come to. Oh well.” “What are you doing?! Where am I?” you scream. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.” Then the masculine, rough voice comes closer until he enters the light; revealing his gargantuan figure. You are speechless as you stare up at a man that’s 100 stories tall. Though his massive figure is blocking out most of the light you can make out a light scruff on his face, short brown hair, and clean teeth that were twisted in a sort of sadistic grin. He had an average body type with a little bit of a belly, and he was wearing a button-up shirt and slacks. “My name is Roy and I work in a department specifically devoted to dealing with little invaders like you.” His voice is loud, it stings your tiny eardrums. “You may have noticed a bit of a size difference between us” Roy said with a sneer. “We find that you thieves are much easier to deal with when you’re this size.” “What the fuck is going on here, is this some kid of sick joke?” You say, starting to panic. “How did you get me this size?” Roy puts his hands in his pockets looking down at you, his tanned skin glistening with a fine layer of sweat. “It’s just some new technology we’ve been working on, and what better human test subjects than criminal trash like you.” “I’m not a criminal!!” you reply to the giant. His grin immediately falls into a look of disgust and leans down close to you for the first good look at his face. He was attractive, and young, probably around 28. He looked down at you with hatred “You are a criminal!” He said angrily, “and this is your sentence.” With that he turns around and you see the tight contour of his butt in his grey work slacks. His rear was by far the most noticeable feature about him, even at a normal size this would be an ass to behold but at your small stature it is like looking at two planets. Then they began to get closer, and closer still, until you realized his ass was descending to right below your feet.  With an earthquake like THUD he takes a seat just in front of you, and you stare up at his back that extends into the sky. “Criminals can’t be too comfortable now, and since that’s EXACTLY what you are, why don’t I adjust the comfort level?” With that he leans to one side and rips the loudest fart you’d ever heard. You could even feel the wind from where you were trapped, and then the smell overcame you. It was like a dumpster full rotten eggs. Your eyes were watering at the stench as you were already begging to be set free. “Please I don’t know what you want, just let me go!” Roy just laughs quietly “Ya know I haven’t been working at this job for very long but I already like it! I do things, kind of differently than my coworkers.” You scream back “I don’t give a shit about your coworkers just put me back to normal”.

Roy turned to look down at you and frowned “I don’t think you understand who’s in charge here. Time to teach you a lesson.” With that he starts bouncing his butt up and down on the chair THUMP THUMP THUMP creating an earthquake on the chair you were taped to. All while his humongous ass was backing up, inching closer and closer to crushing your small, pathetic body. You began panicking again “NO, stop! I didn’t mean to offend, I just want to be free ple-“ CRUNCH Roy had landed his ass crack perfectly centered on your left foot. You scream out in pain as your foot has been flattened into nothing under hundreds of tons of weight. Roy starts talking, completely ignoring your tiny screams. “So, I’m going to be asking the questions, and demanding the answers today, is that understood.” Your exhausted from screaming and can barely manage a quiet yelp. “I said ‘IS THAT UNDERSTOOD’?” Roy angrily grinds his ass on your foot causing all the pain to rush back; you manage a weak “understood…”. “Good” Roy continues with his explanation while still crushing your foot and leg “Now just so you understand, it is my job to intercept intruders who are attempting to steal company secrets. I interrogate them, find out what they know, get some of their own company’s secrets from them, then your memory is erased, and you’re returned to normal size and never know the wiser.” PFFFFFFTTTT Roy ripped a hot, quiet fart right on your crushed foot; this one stunk even worse than the last. “I don’t know anything!” you plead, “Please, I really didn’t find anything by the time you got me.”

Roy stood up, relieving the immense pressure on your leg. You breathed a sigh of relief till you saw his god-like buns descending on you once again. This time he was centered on your body and slowly all light was blocked out by the two massive globes. Roy’s ass lightly descends on, applying more and more pressure until you feel a struggle to breathe. At this point Roy stops and your face to face with his noxious swamp ass for the first time. The sweat on his face was no warning at all for how putrid his ass stunk. A horrible combination of musk, sweat, and shit and it was the only thing you could breathe at that moment, and you were breathing it desperately. “I bet you’ll tell me everything you REALLY learned after a few minutes under this bad boy.” He smacks the side of his own ass and you can feel it vibrate through his thick cheeks. “I haven’t taken a shower in three days, and honestly I wasn’t the best at wiping today either, just for you little man.” He gives his butt a soft jiggle on you that makes it even harder to breathe for a moment. “I also have plenty of these for ya” with that you get a near lethal, point blank fart right in your face, from an asshole the same size as your face. He took his sweet time sitting on you for what felt like an hour, farting every few minutes but never applying enough weight to crush you completely. “It would be so funny if I just tripped and my ass landed right on you!” Roy boasted, laughing. “Hell, I could crush you anytime I want really, and you’re getting kind of quiet, so I might just do that!” You start panicking and his butt cheeks with all your force and eventually he stands up and looks down at you. “You can’t crush me, you have to return me to normal at the end of all this” You say, now damp from his swamp ass being on you for so long. “Maybe, but if you never tell me you’ll never get back to normal size.” he sneered. Upon this realization you cave and confess what you learned of Roy’s company secrets. “See I knew you had it in you.” Roy said coyly, letting out a loud belch. “Now it’s time to tell me your companies secrets.” You grew pale, a spy who gets discovered is bad enough but a spy that reveals company secrets is sure to be fired. You refuse Roy’s offer, to which he shakes his head and slowly turns away from you. Your heart is pounding in fear at what this malicious giant is concocting to torture you next. He is completely facing away from you and you are met with the familiar sight of his ass, but this time it descends quickly on you and crushes your legs with a thunderous bang. You gasp in pain, unable to process the amount of pressure and weight you feel. “I think you want to cooperate man, it’s almost time to go home so I’m trying to get this shit wrapped up” He lets out another silent but deadly right on your puny body before grinding his ass away and standing over you once more. You look up at him weakly and finally give in, letting go all your company’s secrets for a chance of getting mercy. “Thank you” Roy said writing down all the details. “Now usually this would be the part of the process where I release you wipe your memories, but I actually forgot to fill out some paper work before shrinking you which is a big no no.” He seemed genuinely embarrassed at his mistake. “So instead of trying to fudge the records I’m just going to say you never existed at all.” “What do you mean?” you grunt out with your remaining energy. “Well usually people get returned to normal size, but if you never existed there’s really no need for that.” Roy said wickedly, “No, you can’t…” you lurch out. “SO, I guess all there is to do is get rid of you.” “Roy, I gave you what you wanted, please I just want to go home.” You beg. “Hey this is hard for me too man, I’m the newbie and I make mistakes, but that doesn’t mean anyone needs to know. With that Roy turns away from you, flaunting his gigantic ass in your direction one last time. “NO, don’t sit on me, please!” You scream, “Sorry man, but I’m about to get off the clock and there’s nothing I’d love more right now than to take a nice load off!” He does a quick upper body stretch before ripping a nasty sounding fart and beginning his descent on top of you. “NO, STOP, DON’T DO IT!!!” Were the last things you said before his ass descended on you fully.

I think he’d go all out with it if someone asked him to do it. He’d find it kind of funny but be really focused on how he’s stinkfacing and timing the farts so it’s extra bad for the person but hilarious for him

I wave bye to my friend from my barstool as he heads out the door. My friend and I decided to have a few beers after work but it is getting late. After I finish this beer I think I’ll follow my friend’s lead and head home too.

As my friend walks out the door someone else walks in and it’s a blast from the past. It’s Carlos; we both went to the same high school. Carlos was part of the popular crowd so we never really talked but that didn’t stop me from developing a crush on him. He was the class clown and famous around campus for his massive ass. He’d rip farts in class and in people’s faces to get a laugh. Only girls were safe, everyone else was fair game, including teachers and the principle once. He always walked around with a swagger and a cheeky grin that had me swooning.  

But Carlos looks different now. I mean he’s still hot. Those tight jeans and that black shirt fit him perfectly. And I know from the back, those jeans are showing off his plump, voluptuous ass. But his face is what’s bothering me. The old Carlos was always wearing a smile or smirk, but right now he looks both solemn and shy.

Carlos passes a booth with two men occupying it. One of the guys gets his attention. “Hey Carlos is that you” before Carlos turns around, I see a pained look on his face for a split second.

“Hey Nate” Carlos says meekly. Carlos’ character change takes a temporary back seat as I’m gifted with the view of Carlos’ beefy ass. It looks even bigger than I remember from 4 years ago.

“Carlos I’d like to introduce you to my new boyfriend Greg” When I look at Nate, although he’s smiling I see a cruel glint in his eyes. “Sorry again about dumping you Carlos. You just had too much… going on back there for one man to handle” Nate says callously. Greg covers his mouth with his hand as he pretends to try and stifle his chuckle. With my side view of Carlos I can see his face reddening with embarrassment. I chug the last of my beer as I decide to become Carlos’ knight in shining armor.

“Hey Carlos babe you’re late.” I say as I sling and arm over Carlos’ shoulders and kiss him on the cheek.

“And who are you?” Nate asks me looking irritated.

“I’m Carlos’ boyfriend Rick. We’ll come back and join you guys after we get some drinks. Come on babe” I take Carlos’ hand and lead us to the bar.

Carlos releases a shaky breath when we reach the bar. “Thanks for the save man” He then gives me an odd look, “Do I know you?”

I shrug, “Sort of, we went to the same high school. And no need for the thanks, your ex seemed like a dick.”

Carlos gives a humorless laugh, “Ha you have no idea.”

“Can I ask you something?” Carlos looks at me so I continue, “In high school I remember you’d fart on anyone who poked fun at your butt so how come he’s still breathing fresh air.”

Carlos actually laughs at this, “Ha-ha a few months ago I’d have those two choking on one of my butt bombs. But while I was with Nate he made me feel ashamed of my farts and the size of my ass.” Carlos shakes his head, “Now that I think about it he was really manipulative and I feel like a completely different person.”

I gesture towards the mostly empty bar, “Well there’s hardly anyone here so you won’t cause much of a scene if your old self decides to come out and play. I mean if you’re gassy and don’t think farting on someone is too immature.”

Carlos looks forward thinking. Multiple expressions pass over his face as the bartender places two bottles of beer in front of us. Carlos finally looks at me with a cheeky grin. “Oh Rick I’m always gassy and you’re never too old to rip ass in some dude’s face.” Carlos nods his head towards the couple, “This’ll be a smelly night that they’ll never forget.”

We take our beers and head back to the booth. Halfway there Carlos leans in and whispers, “This is one of my favorite techniques, I call it the drop shot”  

When we reach them Carlos’ wallet falls on the floor in front of the couples’ side of the booth. “Oops dropped my wallet” Carlos says casually. He pivots around and bends at the waist to pick up his wallet. His meaty bubble butt, constricted in a tight pair of jeans, is now facing Nate and Greg. Nate looks disgusted while Greg looks shocked. I see Carlos scrunching up his face.

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Carlos launches 3 back to back poots on the two. A strong eggy stench quickly surrounds the booth and has Nate and Greg coughing. Carlos and I slide into the seat opposite of them, chuckling. Greg gets up, still coughing, and quickly heads to the bathroom in the back.

“That was utterly disgusting Carlos.” Nate says as he glares at him.

Carlos stares at the table top with a look of concentration for a few seconds. Then gives a contented smile, “Ah if you think that’s disgusting then wait till you get a whiff of this bad boy. Silent but oh so deadly” Carlos reaches between his legs and starts wafting his butt stink towards my face. “What do you think of that one Ricky?” Carlos asks cheekily. My dick hardens from the stench and my school-crush giving me a nickname.

The stench of rancid milk and garlic reaches my nose and has my eyes watering. “The smelliest fart you’ve ripped today. I’d give it an 8/10.” I say making Carlos laugh.

“Ha well I’ll make sure you get to smell a 12 before the night’s over.”

As Carlos and I banter, Nate starts to look sicker by the second. “Ugh… I-I’m gonna throw-up” With that Nate’s out of his seat in a flash and running out the front door, leaving me and Carlos in stitches.

“You’re amazing Carlos. You gassed them both out in less than two minutes.” I say through my laughter.”

“Ha-ha that’s why you never trifle with the Carlos Canon” Carlos says cockily as he gives the side of his butt a slap. Oh I nearly forgot he called his ass the Carlos Canon all through high school.

For the next few minutes we talk and get to know each other. “Say would you like to come over to my place, hang out a bit?” Carlos asks.

Inside I’m jumping with joy but I play it cool on the outside. “Sounds good” I say with a friendly smile, “want to share an Uber?”

Carlos shakes his head, “Nah my cars out back I can drive us. And I can drop you off at your place later.”

“Awesome I just got to use the bathroom before we go.”

“Yeah me too” Carlos says with a nod.

We both get up and head to the bathroom in the back of the bar. As I open the door and take a step into the bathroom, I notice Greg and he’s making out with someone who certainly isn’t Nate. I close the bathroom door and turn around nearly bumping into Carlos.

Carlos looks confused with me grinning like a loon. I point at the bathroom door, over my shoulder, with my thumb. “Seems like Nate just lost himself another man”

Carlos moves around me and takes a peek into the bathroom. Carlos turns back to me and we have matching grins.

“Aw they look so cute together and I got the perfect thing to make the scene even more romantic.” Carlos slightly opens the door and squeezes his huge, bulbous ass through the gap. He closes one eye and grunts.

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Carlos rips a 6 second, growly fart into the bathroom. He sighs in relief and calls over his back, “Ah enjoy that you two lovebirds” with that Carlos closes the door and I can hear the two griping behind it.

“Oh man that stinks”

“YOU FUCKING GROSS PIG”

We laugh as we head to the front. Just before we reach the front door, Nate comes back in, smelling a bit like vomit.

Nate looks livid and seems like he’s about to go on a rant so I decide to chime in. “Well we’re gone. I hope you have a fun threesome tonight” a bewilder expression forms on Nate’s face so I continue, “Just saw your boyfriend making out with another man in the bathroom, guessing he’s finding a third for you two. You guys have a fun night.” Nate looks both in shock and heartbroken. I almost feel sorry for him, almost.

Just as we pass Nate Carlos says, “You know what? The more the merrier. Why don’t I make this a foursome and add this bad boy to the mix.” Carlos lifts his leg and presses his fat ass against Nate’s hip. Before Nate can stop him…

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Carlos rips a bubbly 7 second fart on Nate that has him gagging and coughing. I catch a whiff of rotten eggs and onions so I can understand Nate’s reaction. Carlos sighs in relief as he rubs his ass against Nate and then we leave.

Carlos is sporting a huge grin as we exit the bar and head around back, to the parking lot. “You know you’re kinda a dick” I comment with amusement in my voice.

Carlos gives me an impish grin. “Nah I ain’t a dick but I sure am a gas.” Carlos suddenly jumps in front of me, comes to a stop, and juts his meaty ass out. I can’t stop my lower midsection from bumping into his thick bubbly globes. As soon as they make contact…

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Carlos rips a 6 second, quacking fart on me and the stench quickly rises. It has my dick hardening and my nostrils flaring. “Oh man that’s awful” I complain as I halfheartedly try to push Carlos away from me.

Carlos stays his ground. He reaches back and grabs me by the hip, keeping me pressed against his weaponized ass. “Hold on buddy I’m not done yet. I got a set of twins coming your way… HGH”

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Carlos rips 2 loud, trumpeting farts on me. Even with his ass pressed against me his farts still echo through the empty parking lot. Carlos sighs in relief as he rubs his ass against me, really grinding his butt stink in.

“Ugh I’ve never smelled anything so terrible in all my life.” Carlos’ cheesy, putrid butt fumes have me coughing.

“Ah, we may not have been friends in high school but we’re friends now so you better get used to the smell” he says as we resume walking side by side.

I shake my head, “I guess you weren’t kidding about always being gassy.”

Carlos doesn’t verbally respond. While wearing the same impish grin he hikes his leg up, points his huge ass my way, and grunts.

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Carlos rips a meaty, 4 second fart my way, consuming me in a noxious fart cloud. “Ah I hope that answers your question” he says as he wafts his ass fumes towards my face.

Someone scoffs behind us gaining our attention. We turn around and see Nate walking towards us, frowning. “I swear your childish antics are the worst Carlos. Thanks to you my boyfriend Greg broke up with me; three wonderful months down the drain. He despises that I ever had a thing with someone as revolting as you.” I snort at that gaining Nate’s ire.

“Look man I’m not shaming but everyone around here knows that Greg’s a man-whore. Last weekend he asked if he could suck me off in the bathroom but I declined. I doubt your relationship was as serious for him as it was for you.” I tell him truthfully.

At first Nate looks devastated but it soon transforms into fury. He suddenly grabs me by the collar of my shirt startling me. As soon as he grabs me I’m released. Carlos intervenes, stepping in between us, and shoving Nate so hard that he falls onto his ass, on the pavement.

“You shouldn’t have touched him Nate. You just fucked yourself and your sense of smell.” Carlos walks up in between Nate’s open legs, who’s still seated on the ground, and spins around. Nate stares in horror as Carlos’ jean-clad, bulbous ass is within inches of his face.

“G-Get away from me you psycho” you’d have to be deaf to not hear the fear in Nate’s voice.

“I’ve had more than enough of you Nate. I should’ve done this to you when you first showed me your true colors.” Carlos reaches back, grabs the top of Nate’s head, and shoves his face into his huge pillowy ass. I take a few steps to the side and witness Nate’s face sinking in between Carlos’ jean-covered, bubbly globes. It takes all I have to will my semi from showing in my slacks.

Carlos seals Nate’s fate with, “And in you go… GHH”

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“Ah yeah how’s the Carlos Canon treating you down there”

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“This big fella has more than enough love to share with you Nate since you’re feeling so lonely”

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“Can’t believe I’m only gassing you out now, should’ve been doing this months ago”

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“Well I guess later is better than never, especially when I’m ripping something like this on you”

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“Brace yourself Nate I’m about to demonstrate why everyone during my high school and college years feared the Carlos Canon… FGGH”

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Carlos rips one beastly fart after another on Nate’s trapped face. Carlos finishes off his barrage of farts with a 20 second long ripper. Nate’s struggling gets more sluggish with every fart Carlos rips in his face. Carlos sighs in relief as he frees Nate’s face, and Nate is a complete mess. He’s dry heaving and his face is streaked with tears.

Carlos takes a step forward but then immediately stops. He looks back, over his shoulder, at Nate who is still seated on the ground. “You know Nate this seems like the perfect time for me to get some closure. Here’s a goodbye kiss from me to you” Carlos arches his back, and pushes his ass out into Nate’s face.

The entire parking lot is quiet for the next few moments. Carlos eyes flutter closed as he sighs in relief. Nate’s body spasms sporadically before he apparently passes out. Carlos walks over to me, throws an arm over my shoulders and leads us away. “Come on Rick I just let out a lethal sbd and you don’t want to smell that.” I actually do but I let him steer us away.

“Is this your car?” I ask as we walk up to a white sedan.

“Nope this is Nate’s” he says as he opens the driver side door. He shakes his head, “I told him to stop leaving his car unlocked like this. Maybe this’ll teach him to remember.” Carlos turns around and sticks his bulbous ass into the car. He grits his teeth as he lifts his left leg slightly.

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Carlos releases a 5 second fart into the car. He shuts the car door while looking pleased. “Well I think that this counts as my good deed for the day.”

I roll my eyes, “You just enjoy torturing the man with your farts.”

Carlos arches an eyebrow as he turns around and aims his big ass at me. “Does the Carlos Canon need to teach you a lesson too Rick?”

I put my arms up in a placating manner. “I now see that you’re being a good and caring Samaritan.”

“Glad you’re seeing things my way.” He says with a cocky grin.

We reach Carlos’ black truck; he’s obviously driving while I hop into the passenger seat. We buckle up and Carlos drives us to the parking lot exit. Before we exit the parking lot, Carlos looks over to me with a lopsided grin.

“You know Rick another one of my favorite techniques is the hotbox.”

My brow furrows in confusion; he’s lost me. While still grinning Carlos leans away from me, lifts his leg, and aims his bubble ass in my direction. Before I can prepare Carlos grunts and…

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A 7 second butt bomb launches out of Carlos’ ass. The stench of his butt musk quickly spreads through the entire truck in a matter of moments. I’m almost immediately coughing when I breathe in this vile odor.

I try to roll down my window but I find it locked. Carlos laughs at my futile effort. “Haha sorry Ricky but the windows and doors are locked. There’s no escaping the hotbox. You’re stuck in this small space with me and a few of these nasty guys… GGH”

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“Ah I hope you’re ready for the smelliest 15 minutes of your life” Carlos says and gives me a wink before pulling off into traffic.

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During the entire drive to his place, Carlos keeps ripping monster farts. Almost every thirty seconds he leans away from me and farts in my direction. The radio’s off but the drive is far from silent thanks to the Carlos Canon.

It takes us 15 minutes to reach Carlos’ apartment complex. I don’t even realize that we’ve arrived with me being too busy coughing and gagging. Carlos startles me when he opens my door. “Sorry about that Ricky. I sure did a number on you.” He says with a grin, not looking all that sorry. He helps me out of his truck and then places my arm over his shoulders. The hotbox really wreaked me so Carlos helps me all the way to his apartment.

As we walk Carlos smirks at me and says, “I am sorry Ricky but that doesn’t mean that I’m gonna stop farting on you.” Carlos swivels his hips and presses his big, meaty ass against my thigh.

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Carlos rips a 6 second, greasy fart on me. I feel his warm gas heating up the side of my thigh. I cringe on the eggy fumes that reach my nose, making Carlos laugh.

5 minutes later I’m sitting next to Carlos on his couch. We’re talking and watching the hockey game. “So you were on the swimming team?”

I shrug, “Yeah, I was alright.”

“Now I really wish we hung out back in high school. I’d loved to have checked you out in a Speedo.” Carlos says teasingly.

“That’d be fair since I went to most of the football games just to check out your ass in those tights.” My face goes red with embarrassment as I realize what I just said.

I glance over at Carlos who’s cheekily grinning. “Good to know. I think I still have my football gear buried somewhere deep in my closet.” Thankfully Carlos doesn’t tease me too much.

“I’m gonna get myself a beer, want one?” He asks, I tell him sure. Carlos gets up and just as he’s walking past me, without stopping… ppphhbbb-rrrffftttt. He rips two squeaky poots near my face. “Ah another favorite of mine: crop dusting.” He says with a sigh. He wafts his ass fumes towards me as he heads to the kitchen. He leaves me in a cheesy fart cloud that’s nowhere near as bad as his earlier hotbox.

He comes back with two beers and hands me one. This time when he walks past me he spins around, putting his massively big ass in my face. Before I can react, he’s reaching back and grabbing me by the top of the head. “I hope you remember all you learnt on the swim team Ricky because I’m about to drowned you in ass gas.” With that Carlos quickly shoves my face into his bulbous ass. I feel his meaty globes mold around my facial features as my face sinks into his thickness. Above me I hear Carlos take a deep breath and then grunt.

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A 20 second, behemoth of a fart comes roaring out of Carlos’ ass and pointblank in my face. The stench of rotten eggs and garlic vents up my nose and has me coughing. Carlos sighs in relief as he pulls my face out; I’m thinking it’s over but I’m proven wrong. After breathing in a moment of fresh air Carlos shoves my face back into his bubbly ass.

From above I hear, “Hold up Ricky it feels like he’s brought a friend…GGHH”

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Carlos drops a 9 second fart right on my face. It’s not as long as the previous one but the smell is just as devastating. Carlos actually frees me this time and I’m a coughing and crying mess. He sits back down next to me, grinning and laughing at my misery.

“Ah that brings back memories; must’ve been years since I last blasted you in the face with the Carlos Canon haha.”

I cough a couple of more times before replying. “Actually that’s the first time you ever farted in my face.”

“What? Really?” Carlos asks sounding both astonished and insulted.

“Well yeah I mean we didn’t interact with the same circles of people or share the same classes, so you never had a chance to fart on me. I guess I’m kinda lucky in a way ha.” I jest.

I look over at Carlos who’s staring at me intently. “Oh that just won’t do” Carlos shakes his head, “You shouldn’t have told me that Ricky. Now you’ll have to endure four years worth of farts in one setting.”

Carlos hops up, grabs me by the shoulders, and shoves me down so I’m laid out on the couch, on my back. Carlos spins around and my eyes widen in shock. His fat, gargantuan ass is looming over me, eclipsing my entire head in its shadow.

“You better take a big breath swimmer boy because you’re about to take a deep dive into all this.” Carlos reaches back and gives his big ass a smack making his bubbly, jean-clad globes jiggle. Carlos falls backward, planting his huge ass onto my face. My face is quickly submerged in all of his ass fat. Carlos’ butt musk and stale farts are all I can smell. Carlos wiggles his meaty ass back and forth over my face, burying my nose deeper in between his pillowy cheeks.

I hear Carlos’ voice coming from above me. “Good luck Ricky I hope you survive what I got in store for you down there. Me and the Carlos Canon are about to light your face up with my farts… GHHG”

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“Ah, you may have dodged the Carlos Canon all through high school but that ends now… FGH”

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“The Carlos Canon owes your nose four years worth of farts and it’s more than happy to pay with interest… HHGH”

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“Struggle all you want, you won’t escape. No one ever escapes from under the Carlos Canon…HGH”

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“I know you’re a swimmer and not a surfer but you better brace yourself because I feel the Big Kahuna coming… GGH”

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Carlos drops a series of massive farts right on top of my face. The last in the series is an enormously loud fart that lasts 40 seconds. The noxious fumes flow up my nose and into my open mouth making me gag and cough.

“You know… wait what’s this?”

Carlos rises off of my face, temporarily blinding me with the sudden return of light. When I can see again I notice Carlos looking down at me, but more specifically at my crotch. I follow his gaze and see a big wet spot on my crotch and the outline of my hard-on.

I nervously look up at Carlos and find him looking down at me with a flirty little smirk. “Hmm very interesting; I wonder what’ll happen if I do this…” With that Carlos sits his huge ass heavily down on my chest, making me groan and forcing all the air out of my lungs. Carlos props his left ass cheek in the air and leans heavily on his right, aiming his toxic trench at my face. He closes an eye and grunts.

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Carlos pushes out a 7 second fart that washes over my face. His butt fumes flood up my nose making my eyes water and my cock throb in my slacks. A sensual spark travels up my spine when I feel Carlos’ finger tracing my hard-on.

“Well, well, well seems like you have a thing for the Carlos Canon. Is that right Ricky?” He asks with a sexy, playful smirk.

“Yes” I force out feeling both embarrassed and turned on.

Carlos starts gyrating his hips, working his bulbous cheeks all over my chest. “So Ricky be honest. Have you ever fantasized about me while touching yourself?”

I audibly gulp before I nod my head in confirmation.

Carlos smiles like the cat that swallowed the canary. “Why don’t you tell me a few of these fantasies. Maybe we can reenact a few of them if you’re good.”

Carlos request completely knocks me off kilter. I can’t believe he wants to hear about the farting fantasies I’ve had starring him. I expected him to be sprinting off in the other direction, grossed out.  

“I-I fantasize about us becoming friends freshman year and imaging you farting in my face at least once a week.” I say hesitantly.

Carlos scoffs, “Please I’d be farting in your face at least twice a day. You’d be the Carlos Canon’s main victim; kinda like how you are right now, from this day forward.” Carlos raises up a bit, swivels his hips, and aims the Carlos Canon at my face.

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“Ah please continue” Carlos says as I’m gagging on his fart.

“I-um-I thought of you making me wrestle with you a lot and they’d always end with you sitting on my face and farting.”

Carlos snickers, “Haha back then I had at least 40 pounds of muscle on you so I could easily pin your face under this big fella. And I’d always make you tap out with my signature move: the fart cushion prison.” Carlos lifts his leg, leans away from me, and points his ass at my face.

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“Come on Ricky I know you still have more fantasies about me in your spank bank” He says as I’m coughing on his ass fumes.

“I’ve fantasized about you farting in my face while wearing your football gear. Those tights always made your ass look amazing.”

“Firstly, as I said before, I still have my football uniform buried in my closet so I’ll need to dig that out for you. And secondly I would have just taken you to our team locker room after one of our games. I’d lock the door and I’d gas you out along with the rest of my team. I can imagine you pleading along with the others for me to stop but I wouldn’t until all of you reeked of my ass gas haha.” Carlos grits his teeth, curls his hands into fists, and bears down on my chest.

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“Ah so what else you got for me Ricky?”

“Well it isn’t as filthy as the others but I thought about me revealing my fart fetish to you and you being cool with it. And afterward you’d use your farts to get me to be your boyfriend.”

Carlos says nothing for a while, worrying me. He looks down at me emotionlessly as he takes my hand and places it on his crotch. I silently gasp as I feel his hard-on under my palm.

“Sorry to put a hole in your fantasy but I’m more than cool with your farting fetish. In fact farting on you turns me on as much as it does you.”

Carlos stands up and starts undoing his jeans, making my mouth go dry. He tosses his shirt, kicks off his shoes, shimmies out of his jeans, and is now standing in just a pair of tight black boxer-briefs. Carlos gets back on the couch, straddling my chest. He’s facing my feet while his bubble butt is pointed toward my face. Carlos starts shuffling backwards bringing his huge ass closer to my face. I can’t help but ogle his meaty cheeks as they jiggle with his every move.

Carlos talks as he backs his ass towards my face. “Ricky you can tell me more of your fantasies later but right now I’m on a mission. You’re the first person I’ve met that enjoys my farts and I can’t let you slip through my fingers. I’m about to use the Carlos Canon to its fullest extent to make you go out with me.”

Carlos stops when his ass is hovering just above my face. He reaches back grabbing the waist band of his boxers and pulls them down. Carlos’ bulbous globes pour out of the confines of his tight briefs; wobbling inches above my face.  The view and smell have my eyes and cock leaking.

Carlos uses his hands to spread his ass cheeks giving me an inside view of his hairy, sweaty trench. “Alright Ricky let’s see if the real Carlos Canon lives up to your fantasy version. In you go”

Carlos plops his titanic ass onto my face, instantly enveloping it in between his meaty globes. Carlos starts wiggling his butt on top of me, working my face deeper into his big ole ass. Carlos doesn’t stop twerking on my face until I feel my nose poking his asshole.

“Ricky if you go out with me I can assure you that your face will have multiple daily visits from the Carlos Canon … GHH”

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“If you become my boyfriend Ricky fresh air will be a rarity for you… HGH”

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“Just so you know this relationship will consist of three. Me, you, and the Carlos Canon… FGH”

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“No need to worry about me being jealous I know you’ll be spending a lot of time with the Carlos Canon. In fact I’ll be encouraging it… GGH”

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“After you tell me all of the fantasies you’ve had about me, we’re going to be quite busy for the next few weekends reenacting… NGH”

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Carlos sighs in relief as he lifts his huge ass a few inches off of my face. Carlos smirks as he takes a peek down at me, between his legs. I know I’m a mess. Tears are streaming from my eyes and I’m in a coughing fit.

With a chuckle Carlos asks, “So what do you say? Will you be me and the Carlos Canon’s new boyfriend?”

“Hell yes” I say instantly with a haggard voice.

Carlos rewards me with a megawatt smile but it immediately vanishes as he slams his bulbous ass back onto my face. My face is once again swallowed up in between Carlos’ plump globes. Only difference now is that I feel his winking hole pressed against my lips.

“NGH… Alright babe let’s make this official with a kiss on the lips… UGH”

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A massive 30 second fart erupts out of Carlos’ ass and into my open mouth. My cheeks expand as his butt fumes fill my entire mouth. I can both taste and smell musky, rotten eggs. As his fart comes to a sputtering end I black out, overwhelmed by his gas.

When I come to I’m still on the couch in Carlos’ place. I sit up and notice Carlos is gone. I’m starting to fear that all that happened with Carlos was a drunken dream. I hear a door open further in the apartment and then footsteps coming my way. My jaw drops as Carlos enters the room. All he’s wearing is shoulder pads and his old football tights. They look a bit small on him.

Carlos tosses something onto the floor, just in front of me, and I see that it’s his wallet.

“Oops it looks like I dropped my wallet.” Carlos says with a cheeky grin as he swaggers towards me. When he’s a foot from me Carlos spins around and slowly bends at the waist to retrieve his wallet.

I find myself face to face with Carlos’ fat bubbly ass. His ill fitting football tights accentuate the enormity of his massive rear.

I can’t leer at his ass for too long because Carlos reaches back, grabs me by the top of the head, and shoves my face back into his meaty globes.

“And in you go. I hope you had a good rest Ricky because this night is just getting started… NGGH”

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