nothing better than a throbbing cock pounding my anal cavity. i love cock in my ass. nothing feels better than having a dick sliding in and out of my pleasure center and loading me up with cum. spread my legs and mount me. i was made for taking cock. i need your cock in my ass.
You know the drill, faggy. When I wake up I want your tongue on my hole slurping up my night sweat and braced for my nastiest blasts …. Prrrrppppppp!!! See? You’re good for something. Before I hit the shower, why don’t you massage my big feet and tell me what you’re cooking me for breakfast.
Shit, I have to call Brad, he couldn’t believe I got paired up with a fag as a roommate but this is the best, isn’t it faggy? Back in you go loser, Prrrrrrrrt…. Fuuuuuck yeah, get that tongue in nice and deep and moan just like that. That was a nasty wet one wasn’t it? Smells like rotten eggs. Better you than me! Don’t cry faggy, you’ll get used to this. Now breathe in deep, my gas is especially potent today. Think you drained the tank faggy, now crawl into the kitchen and get cooking.
Fuck my pussy and take me to nirvana. I love spreading my legs and taking dick. I love big cocks that go deep. Pound my hole and pump me full of cum. I love walking around carrying loads of jizz in my ass. Damn i love taking cock. Mount me please
Whenever i see three cocks hanging out in front of me, I immediately start sucking one of them. I work it into an erection and start on the next. If all goes well, there will be one dick in my mouth , one in my ass and another waiting on standby to penetrate my mouth or ass.
looks like i'll be eating wieners again for lunch. damn they are juicy when you suck on them long enough. blow that fresh jizz in my mouth. i'm ready to eat.
Being on a bulk has me farting up a storm..more calories, more protein = more 💨 sniff em up piggies! Contribute to my roid funds, help me grow bigger and gassier 😈
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When meeting this nerdy guy in discord you though you were up with a scrawny fucker, turns out he's just a very BIG nerd, not just in the having watched every one piece episode 3 times way, but also in the having 130kg of muscle kinda of way, just perfect for you
Warnings Tags: Face Farting, Gay Face Farting, Straight x Gay, Passing out from farts, Eproctophilia, Use of the F Slur
You try not to stare as Demarcus runs around the track. But the way his ass moves up and down in those tight pants is just purely erotic. You can’t not stare, and you know you can’t be the only one. No man should have an ass that fat and so hypnotic. You just try to take a peek and next thing you know, you dick is straining in your trainers as you’ve watched him run two laps.
You firmly shut your eyes and put your head in your hands so there’s absolutely no way you can keep staring. You keep willing your boner to go away so you can go back to stretching and start your morning jog, but your mind keeps wandering to Demarcus’s massive ass. You can’t help but imagine having him sit straight down onto your face after running all day in this terrible heat.
“Fuck fuck fuck.” You say absentmindedly as you ball your hands into fists. “Come on man, get yourself together.” You gave your cheeks two slaps before jumping up and bouncing from foot to foot. Your eyes are still closed and by some miracle your boner has decided to leave. But when you open your eyes, you freeze.
Demarcus is currently in front of you bent over touching his toes, his ass in perfect view. Your mouth falls open and you can feel drool starting to drip out of your mouth. His ass is just...perfect. There’s no other word for it, and you just want to know what it feels like. Your body takes a step closer to where he’s currently stretching. You have no control over yourself as you move on auto-pilot.
You watch as your hand reaches out and smacks his sizable ass. Then your hand grasps his right cheek and you shake it. His ass fills your hand completely and you can smell his musky body from where you’re standing. Your eyes go up his back and you come eye to eye with him. He’s giving you a confused look as he looks down at your hand and then back up to you and he gives you the most shit-eating grin.
“You havin’ fun?” He asks knowingly.
“Uh-uh I-I-” You fumble for words as you snatch your hand away. “Wh-why did I do that?”
“It’s alright bud.” He claps your shoulder. “You’re not the first fag to get overwhelmed by me.”
“I’m-uhh-” You clear your throat “not a fag?” You don’t know why it comes out as a question but it makes Demarcus laugh.
“Look man,” He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in close. “I know I have a great ass. I ain’t blind. And what kind of human would I be if I didn’t let a fag get off to my ass every now and then.” He moves a hand of yours so it’s touching his glutes.
“Uh thanks?”
“You’re welcome.” His smile is very confusing, a bit cocky but also a bit genuine. You’re not too sure what to make of it. You both stand there quietly as he continues to let you grope his ass. He then slowly moves your hand over his crack.
PFFFFFFF
You stare at him in horror as you realize he just farted on your hand.
“Well I have to get going.” He looks at an imaginary watch. “See ya around?” You stare at your hand and then back at him then back at your hand.
“Yeah-well maybe?” Your confusion makes him laugh and you watch as he walks away.
“See ya tomorrow fag!” He gives a wave and you wave back even though he’s not even looking at you.
“Tomorrow? Yeah.” You mumble the words not really registering with you. All you can focus on is your hand. You slowly bring it up to your nose and you take a small whiff. Your eyes go cross as his lingering ass funk fills your nose. You need to get home now!
You rush back to your car to head home, totally forgetting to even do your workout. The only thing you can focus on is how his ass felt as you squeezed and how amazing that fart smelt on your hand. You can’t even wait to get home and end up having to stop on the side of the highway to rub one out. You end up cumming in your boxers and by the time you get home it’s all gross and dried.
You plant your face against your steering wheel to catch your breath. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” You sigh.
*****The Next Day*****
You’re embarrassed to say that you came back the next day just to see Demarcus in action again. Not even pretending to do a workout today, you try to hide in an inconspicuous spot where you don’t think he’ll be able to notice you. You even bring binoculars with you.
Shit, maybe he’s right. Maybe you are a fag.
You’re looking through them, trying to find any sign of him when finally you see him exit the locker rooms and head out to the track. This time he’s wearing a tighter pair of shorts that leave nothing to the imagination.
You take a big gulp, trying your best not to let your mind get overwhelmed with even more inappropriate thoughts. You can’t lie though, you came about 5-7 times last night from different scenarios you would beg Demarcus to try. But right now, this is probably the best you’ll get.
You spy as Demarcus stretches on the side of the track. Again his ass is in perfect view and your dick is quickly tightening your pants. He lifts his leg up to his butt and holds it for a moment and then does the other before he finally starts jogging around the track. You notice he seems to be going slower than yesterday and in his second lap you can see himself fanning his face like he smelled something bad.
Your mind immediately goes back to one of your mastubatory dreams from last night where he loads you up with his manly gas. The thoughts make your dick thoroughly strain against your boxers and you try your best to think of anything else.
Demarcus stops in front of you, maybe 20 feet away from your hiding spot. He puts his hands on his knees and takes a couple of deep breaths.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT
From your vantage point, you can hear him releasing terrible torrents of gas. “Fuck.” He says pretty loudly as he rubs his stomach. “What did they put in that protein shake?” Demarcus stretches to the left and then to his right and makes eye contact with you. You see his pained face turn into a mischievous smile.
“Well hey there fag face!” He says standing upright. You give a short wave back as he walks towards you. “Were you here hiding from me?”
“Nooo.” You say unconvincingly. “I just like-uh-being one with nature.”
“Sure you do.” You see his right eye twitch.
PFFFFFFFFFFFF
“I’m telling ya man, I’ve got the worst gas today.” He pats his stomach a couple times.
“Yeah I can, uhh, hear that.”
“If only there was a fag ‘round here, that would graciously sniff these butt blasts so I don’t have to smell them.” You gulp, he couldn’t possibly mean you could he. “Do you know one?” You shake your head no. “You sure?” You nod. “Well if you find one, tell him I’ll be in the locker rooms.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck.” You whisper-yell as Demarcus jogs back towards the direction of the locker rooms. You argue with yourself whether or not you’re going to go. “I have to go.” You stand upright. “I have to.” You quickly jog after Demarcus.
When you get to the locker room, you see Demarcus bending over the bench and letting out soft groans.
PFFFFFFFFBBRBRFFFF PFFFFFFFFFF
He’s still letting out farts and you can’t stop yourself from walking up behind him and getting on your knees. Demarcus notices you and makes a show of shaking his ass. “Couldn’t stay away couldya?” You sheepishly shake your head no and you take a loud inhale of his musky ass. “It’s alright, all you fags need to learn at some point.” He moves his hand behind your head and holds you firmly against him. “You can’t resist an alpha.”
PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT
You’re subjected to the pure manly stank of him. It’s raw and terrible and it makes your eyes water. He strongly smells of rotten eggs and you have to ask yourself how you got yourself in this situation. You don’t fight him though, you just stay there taking deep whiffs of his ass funk.
“There you go, breathe me in.” Your mouth slightly falls open. “Let my ass control your thoughts.” His voice is so calm and addicting, you fall into a trance. “Deep breath.” You take a large inhale.
PFBRBRBBFFFFTTTT PFFF
He times the farts perfectly making sure you get a lungful of his toxic fumes. “Yeah, like that. Breathe me in fag.” You take another large breath not wasting any of the rotten garbage he’s releasing from his ass.
He lets go of the back of your head. “Lay down for me fag.”
“Yes sir.” You obey laying down on the rough concrete floor.
“Good fag.” He squats down over your face, his ass not quite touching you.
“Aww fuck.” He sighs in relief and you push your head against his clothed ass again. “You like how that smells?”
“Yes sir.”
“Yes Alpha.” He corrects.
“Yes alpha.”
“What’s it smell like?”
PRFFFBFFFTTT PFFFFFFTTTT
“Old eggs. Rott-rotten sewage?” You struggle to put a coherent thought together, your fag brain blissed out.
“Do you want more?”
“Please alpha, give me more.” You beg and you hear him chuckle.
“Anything for you faggot.” You watch as he pulls his shorts down so you’re staring at his bare ass. He finally puts his full weight on you by sitting down straight onto your face.
PFFFFFFFFFFBRBRBFFFFFFFTTT
“That’s just for you fag. So make sure you get it all in your fag lungs.”
“It smells so good, alpha.” Your brain is empty with the only thought to serve him.
“You fags are so easy. One whiff of a man, and here you are. Begging me for my nasty farts. You’re as bad as a pig. You know that right? You’re a pig, fag.”
PFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFBBRRRFFFFFFFTTT
You know he’s right. You should be disgusted, but seriously you’re so fucking hard you’re scared that you’re about to unload in another pair of your boxers. Your eyes are rolled back in pleasure as you inhale everything he gives you.
“I bet I could make you cum from this.” He waggles his hips, making sure you’re bounced between both of his cheeks. “Think you could cum from my farts piggy?” You fevisherly nod your head yes, and he laughs. “Fucking pathetic.” He gets out between laughs.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT
And there it is. You’re seeing stars as you start shooting your load in your boxers.
PFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF PFFFTT
His ass doesn’t let up as your back arches from the amount of cum you’re shooting. It’s probably one of the best orgasms that has rocked your body.
PFFFFFBRBRBFFF PBBBFFFFFFFFFFFF
Fart after fart gets let loose to the point that you go from seeing stars to everything going black from lack of fresh air.
Everything goes black as your head falls lax onto the concrete floor. The worst smelling fart knocks out any remaining fresh air that you had left. Demarcus gets up leaving you on the floor to marinate in his stink. When you do finally wake up, you find his scent still lingering all over you and your shorts are sticky from dried cum.
You can’t help it that your hand snakes its way down to your dick and you start jacking off to the lingering scent of the alpha. It’s natural for a piggy to love the stink, especially a piggy fag like you.
Tags: Face Farting, Gay Face Farting, Unwilling Victim, Open Mouth Farting, Naked Mouth Fart, F Slur Usage, Eproctophilia, Gay Victim, Straight(ish) Farter, Dubious-Consent, Forced Masturbation, Forced Ass Eating (Rimming), Musky Dom
I didn't run into Brandon at all for the rest of February. Likely he took some time off before he starts full time as Sgt. Vanover in March. I may or may not have worked in the Patrol Room a few hours to see if I'd run into him again. I can't rationalize why at all though.
Looking back at the situation, I am still disgusted by the fact that I ate someone's farts. Absolutely disgusted. But. Maybe if I do what he says, I can get another taste of his cock? That's what I keep telling myself anyways.
I do realize as I'm writing down my thoughts, how much of a perv I'm being. Literally lusting after a man who, lowkey, tortured me. But something about him, is just, addicting.
March 2 -
I haven't even made it an hour in my work day, and I'm being told by my boss that Sgt. Vanover is having issues in his office. My heartbeat picks up immediately knowing this could be my chance for a second meetup. However, as I get to his office, it's all business. Talking plans about changes he wants to make in the Patrol Area. Computers and equipment that will be needed.
I'm very professional, I keep up with him and track everything, but as we're walking and talking about the plans that he's wanting to do, I can't help admiring his muscular frame. From his thick arms to his thick ass, he's just a god among men. A few times I had to shake away the thoughts, but there is no hint of, well, anything from Brandon. The whole time, he has been very matter of fact and I got no inkling that he even remembers what happened last week.
I can't lie, I am a bit disappointed. I mean, thank whatever god out there that I'm not swallowing his farts. But. Nothing?
When we get back to his office though, he closes the door and my heartbeat speeds. "Don't get your hopes up." Is what he says after closing the door and making it back to his desk. "What happened last week." He plops down into his chair. "It can't happen again."
My mouth drops. "Wha-"
"Look, it was a mistake." He begins.
"But-" He holds his hand up and stops me.
"That should not have happened here." I hope I'm not imagining the implication behind the here. Because fuck, does he actually want me?
"Agreed." Is what I manage. "I don't think anyone should have to deal with your ass at point blank." There's a slight smile, but he smooths over the expression back to serious. "However, if you need someone to take care of," I clear my throat. "other needs. I may be interested."
"Don't get your hopes up nerd. Get out." I do as he says, still holding a little hope.
Much to my torture, he doesn't reach out or have any issues to fix.
March 14 -
It's 10:18 AM on my day off when my doorbell rings. I honestly ignore it and try to be as quiet as I can, as I wasn't expecting anyone. But then there is a pounding and I think I hear "Police Department, open the door!" I think about pretending I'm not there still but the pounding continues and I don't want the neighbors to cause a scene.
I open the door, and I'm pushed aside as Brandon storms my apartment. He's not in Police uniform, just some gym shorts and a tee. "Hello to you too." I close my door and turn to face him. "Can I help you?" There's a look in his eyes that I can't really read and he doesn't seem too jovial.
"On your knees, hands on your head." He orders and yes, I was about to follow his orders.
"Can we talk first?" I try.
"On. Your. Knees." He says through gritted teeth and I know not to press my luck. He must be having a shit day or something.
I get down on my knees and put my hands behind my head.
"That wasn't so hard, was it." He saunters up so that his crotch is in my face. I can smell the musk from here, he must have just finished a workout. "Keep your hands behind your head and we won't have a problem." He grabs both sides of my head with his hands and pulls my face against his crotch. "How's that smell faggot."
"Amazing." I take a large inhale of his musky crotch.
"Yeah it does. Because that's the smell of a man. Not some prissy little fag like you." I almost take offense, but I don't care. His dong and musky balls are right there in my face and this may be my one opportunity.
With the all the sincerity I can, I ask "Please sir, can I please suck your dick. It smells so good."
Brandon starts laughing hysterically. "No. No you may not." He dry humps my face anymore. "Like I said, don't get your hopes up." He lets go of my head and I'm about to drop my hands when he gives me a stern look. "Don't you dare move." He grabs the waistband of his shorts and slowly pulls them down over his bulge. I can't help but stare at that large imprint in his grey boxer briefs. Fucking hell he's sweaty, did he come straight from the gym? "God you're fucking pathetic. You're practically drooling over me." He gives the outline of his cock a squeeze and shake. "This is what you want, but," He turns around so his ass is facing me. "this is what you're getting faggot."
A involuntary whine comes from me. Not this again, I don't know if I can survive another one of these tormented games. "Suck it up. You're lucky I'm even giving you the time of day."
"I don't know man, this isn't really my-" I can't finish the sentence. He's already grabbed my hands and back of head to force me against his meaty ass. "Please don't." I scrunch my face as he rubs his sweaty ass up and down my face. It already smells bad, he hasn't even had to fart yet. What the fuck did he do before he got here?
"You do as I say." There was no room for argument. "Do yourself a favor, get your nose in my fucking hole." Not like I had a choice anyways. I move slightly so that I am pressed against where I think his nasty hole is. I'm bracing for impact but nothing happens and as I go to take a deep breath:
I yell a muffled scream into Brandon's ass the same time he lets out a sigh of relief. The fart was loud, or maybe that was cause I'm at point blank, and the overwhelming stench of rotten broccoli hits me. I try to pull away to catch my breath, but Brandon's hand is still holding me in place.
"Ah fuck yes." Brandon says as I cry into his perfectly molded ass. I'm already lightheaded from the fumes.
"Fuck, stop, I can't do this." I manage to throw Brandon's hand off me and stand back up. "I can't," There's definitely tears running down my face. "It's just so bad."
Brandon just stares at me for a few moments without saying anything. I can't tell if he's angry or what, but there's gears turning in his head. "Even if I let you suck me off after?" He says.
"I-" Before I can continue my sentence, I stop. "Is this another trick?" That's when Brandon gives me this devilish smirk.
"Guess you'll have to find out." He gives his ass a playful smack. "Now get back on your knees or we'll start having issues."
"Only if you let me suck you off man." He nods, still smiling. "Please go easy." I get back on my knees.
"That's not happening." He says non-nonchalantly before yanking my hair to pull my face back against his ass.
PFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT
"Fuck, that slipped out." He said as he's still adjusting. I hold my breath, this doesn't go unnoticed. "If I grace you with one of my farts, you fucking sniff." He emphasized this by pulling my hair a little tighter. I didn't mean to breathe in, but the pain made me react and I realized now why he wanted me to smell. The smell was the worst out of anything he's given me so far. All the worst smells you can think of combined and shot directly into my face. "Fucking sniff, now!" He barks the order and I listen.
I inhale the whole fart. All ten or eleven seconds of the monstrous beast. It burns the whole entire way down to my lungs and for a moment, I feel as though I'm going to throw up. But I swallow it down (the vomit and disgusting ass fart) and try my best to stay upright.
"See, that's a good faggot. Sniffing up my farts like a good little bitch." He gyrates his hips forcing my nose to go up and down his dirty crack. "I betchu actually like sniffing my farts. All this pretending and you really want it."
"Fuck off, you know why I'm doing this."
"Sure, keep telling yourself that faggot."
PFFFFFFFFFFFFBBRRFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT
"These farts gracing your nose are coming from Grade A, Premium American Beef. I mean look at me, I'm a GOD compared to you." I can't really argue the whole god part. "Come on, another big breath of man gas." I whine but start inhaling loudly for Brandon's benefit.
PFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBRBRRRRBRRRRRRRRRR
"Fuuuuuuck." He moans. "That was wet as fuck. Might need to wipe your face after that one." That's the line. I immediately ran to the nearest trash can and emptied my stomach. "Oh come on, don't be a bitch." He antagonizes.
"Fuck. You." I don't even look away from the trash can. I wipe my hand over my face several times, but there's nothing there. It's just the smell that's lingering now from taking so many rank farts to the face.
I don't hear him approach, he's just next to me, patting my back. "I get it. My ass is too much to handle." He says like it's not a ridiculous sentence. When I'm looking at him, there is a moment where I feel like he cares. But it's gone as soon as I see it when that cheeky smile reappears.
"No more." I say before he can begin.
"Yes more." His hand moves to my shoulder blade, where he puts pressure. I realize he's trying to push me back to my knees and I resist.
"I-I can't." I shift away from his grasp and move to the other side of the trash can. "You can't make me. Please."
"I think we both know that I can and will." His tone shifts to impatient. "Knees, or things are going to get really unpleasant." I can't stop the whine that escapes my throat. He's right, I know he can make me. I try thinking up of any way to get out of this. "Take your pants off." My train of thought departs from my brain.
"What?"
"Take your pants off." He says again. "Then on your knees." I sigh and reluctantly remove my sweats, leaving me in a pair of blue briefs. "Seriously? You're such a faggot."
"Hey!" He shrugs my exclamation off.
"Knees." He reminds impatiently. I begrudgingly move back closer to him and drop down to my knees. He closes the distance, making sure his bulging cock was right in front of my face. We sit here for an antagonizing moment as I salivate over his thick cock, my own cock starting to show interest. Brandon roughly grabs my head and pulls my face against his crotch. "Breathe me in faggot." He doesn't have to ask twice. I inhale across his bulge and I can feel my eyes roll back. His cock is so fucking musky and I feel my brain go fuzzy again.
"Fuck." I say mostly to myself as I go in for another inhale. This makes Brandon huff in amusement.
"Be careful there faggot. You may get addicted."
"For this cock, it'll be worth it." Brandon gives full laugh at that and I startle as I realize I said that out loud. "Please, we're right here. Let me suck you off. I'll make you feel so good." I mouth at the tip of his cock through is boxers. "I'll be good. Please." I can't help that I sound like a begging fool, but fuck, I need something.
Brandon's hand moved to my cheek where he cupped it gently. It was a weird feeling compared to the earlier roughness. "You're such a faggot. I'm going to ruin you so badly." The evil smile gracing his face scares me. "Let's play a game." He removes his hand and takes a single step back (and if I leaned to follow his cock, no one needs to comment on that).
"What kind of game?"
"Start stroking that small dick of yours."
"I'm bigger than average."
"Shut up and start stroking." I longingly stare at his bulge wishing I could see him stroking himself. I listen to Brandon though and start slowly stroking my small (that's bullshit my cock is not small!) cock. "Just like that. Keep going, don't stop."
I do as he says as he adjusts himself again so that his ass is facing me. He pulls me close against his ass again.
He starts farting against my nose again. I feel myself starting to go soft again, but then he turns around and dry humps my face with his hard cock. I feel my cock gain interest again and I stroke through the awful smell of the fart. "There we go." He flips again.
"Fuck yeah, breathe it in faggot. And keep stroking that cock!" He says as I briefly stop to try and compose myself. The fart is incredibly eggy and the I can taste it in the back of my throat. I keep stroking as he says but he doesn't hump my face this time. His ass is just point blank against my face and I can feel my nose poking against his clothed hole.
Two airy farts directly up my nose as I keep stroking my cock. I cough through the ass blast as he turns around again and throws his grey boxers off towards my sofa. His cock is on full display and he slaps my face twice with it. "Good faggot." He emphasizes with his cock slapping my cheek. "You may suck on the tip." He holds his cock on display in front of me.
I look up at him to make sure he's not joking and he just nods his head. I wrap my mouth around the tip and moan against the taste in my mouth. He's so fucking musky. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock and he throws his head back with a sharp inhale. "Fuuuck." He moans as he grabs the back of my head. I pray that he pushes further in, but he doesn't. Instead he pulls out with an audible pop from my mouth.
"No." I whine, licking my lips to keep the taste in my mouth.
"Seriously. Pathetic." He turns back around so his bare ass in my face. "Alright faggot, time to get to work. I want that tongue running up my crack yesterday." He starts barking orders. "And you better not stop stroking that puny cock."
I stare at his ass, knowing that if I do this, he's going to use the opportunity to fart in my mouth. He doesn't wait, he pulls my face back in. "Tongue out, hand on cock." He orders again and I do as he says. What's the point of all this cat and mouse anyway. He clearly has his own goals here and mine don't matter.
I slowly run my tongue up his musty crack, hating every second of it. Brandon doesn't seem to feel the same though as he shakes his sizeable ass around my face. I try focusing my attention to the taste of his cock as I lick against his hole, but I'm greeted with a terrible bomb.
15 terrible seconds of pure man gas against my tongue. This time though, I take the gas and swallow it. Tears are free flowing from my eyes as I keep stroking my cock. It's torture, that's the best word for it. He's making me go through hell, but also making me keep myself hard the whole time.
PFFFFBBRRBFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT
Another fart, this time not on my tongue, still the smell burns as I inhale the fumes. Fuck I'm so close though. "Brandon." I whine as the sewage odor ruins my nose. "I-I'm so close."
He roughly adjusts me so my nose is pressed against his hole again. "Breathe this in, and cum." I loudly breath in through my nose as the fart hits:
"Yeah eat those fucking bombs!" It's like the intensity of his gas went up 100%. It doesn't help that I'm already breathing hard from the fact I'm still cumming. Ropes upon ropes of cum keep shooting; I've never had an orgasm this intense. And on top of it all, I was still breathing in his disgusting guts. Enjoying it even? No, no, I wouldn't go that far.
After shooting an intense load all over the floor, Brandon lets go of his grip on me. "See faggot, you did enjoy it."
"I did not." I don't know why I'm even arguing. I had some enjoyment, even if it was just getting a taste of the tip of his cock.
"You have a poor way of showing it." He says as he grabs hold of his dick. Fuck yes, this is it, I finally get a full taste of him. He gives himself several pumps so that he's fully hard again. "You're lucky I have to leave." He starts stroking himself at a faster pace. "Because I could go for at least another hour. But ya know, got a wife to go entertain for a bit." He starts making grunts and a face that seems like he's getting close and I realize he's about to go back on our deal.
"Wait!" I yell, but it's too late. He's shooting his load and I immediately jump so I can wrap my lips around his cock. I get halfway down his cock when I feel him shoot a load into my mouth. That salty taste hits my tongue and my brain goes blank. He tastes amazing and I loudly gulp the load down.
"Fuckin-" Brandon pulls his dick out of my mouth roughly. "Control yourself faggot." He grabs my hair and pulls. "I did not-" He begins to yell.
"You promised!" I interjected just as loud as I watch a load of his cum shoot onto the ground.
"Too bad. I'm the man, I get to decide what I give." As he continues to pull my hair and goes back to stroking himself through his own orgasm. Making sure I watch as every drop of cum hits the carpeted floor. "Look, now you wasted my manly cum." I would argue he wasted the cum, but it doesn't matter. He releases my hair and pushes me backward with his foot so I land on my back.
He turns around again and I fear I'm about to get butt bombed again, but he walks away. I see him reach down and grab his boxers before looking at me and then back to his boxers. He brings his ass to the boxers and rips ass again. "Parting gift." He throws it and it lands on my face. I can't help myself, I bring the boxers to my face and sniff. It's rank, but underneath the fart I can smell his muskiness and I'm addicted.
I don't even register that he's put his shorts back on and opened the front door as I'm too preoccupied with the dirty boxers. "Pathetic." He says and I hear the door shut.
"Fuck." Is all I'm able to say. I'm staring at his sweaty boxers and bringing the crotch back to my nose. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm fully erect again and I look over to the spot where he came. I lean down and lick the cum off the carpet, getting carpet fibers on my tongue. I definitely regretted that for a few hours.
As I sit here in the aftermath of my...torture? I stuff myself back into my briefs and look down at the pair of boxers that Brandon kindly left me. I hope I never have to return these.
March 16 -
I arrive at work and as I open my office door, I see Sgt. Vanover walking down the hallway towards HR. I don't know why the first thought was that he was snitching, but that didn't seem likely. He's getting some weird enjoyment out of this, I wouldn't think he'd want to ruin that. He doesn't even acknowledge me, but maybe he didn't see me.
I try not to worry about it. I have enough to deal with in my work day without having to worry about him. I'm typing on my computer when I see him walk by again. I can't help that my eyes go to his ass in those uniform pants. Even if I don't like what that ass puts me through, it's still an amazing ass that needs appreciation. He catches me staring, gives me a smart-ass smile and a nod, before just breezing past.
I try to go back to work, but it takes me at least 30 minutes before I can get my brain off him. I even play with the idea of busting a nut in the bathroom so I can have some post nut clarity. Absolutely not, that's crossing a line. But the line has already been crossed hasn't it? This is going to problem.
Especially when I open my desk drawer and there's a pair of green boxer briefs of the same brand that the Sargent wears. I bring them to my nose and take an inhale: There's no mistake, Brandon's smell.
This dude is going to kill me. Or get me fired for being too horny at work. I realize I have a pair of boxers to my nose in the middle of my office and immediately throw them back into the drawer.
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Here I was, on my knees, underneath a desk setting up a computer in the new Sargent's office. Nothing abnormal, until I felt a hand slap my ass and give a squeeze.
I audibly yelp and immediately turn to see Officer Vanover giving me a shit eating grin. "Whoa man, I don't know you like that." I eventually get out and he laughs in response.
"Not yet." He gives me a wink.
Officer Vanover is an attractive guy and all, but there is a small problem: As far as I'm aware, he's a married man. When I Facebook stalked him, there were clearly tons of photos with him and his wife, ranging from their wedding to vacation photos. So, this was more of a hazing thing more likely than a sexual thing, I decide.
Now, here's my problem. Officer Vanover is hot. I hate to admit that, but it's true. At minimum he's 6 foot 1, has an ass that won't quit, fit as hell and his face card and ginger beard are to die for. And his uniform pants hug his ass so tight that you can see the lines of his boxer briefs. It's so fucking erotic and half the times I'm around him, I have to rush to get away before I do something I regret. Thoughts of him throwing my 5 foot 5 self around plague my mind way too much when I'm around him.
My interactions with Officer Vanover started the first week I started in February.
February 12 -
When I start messing with the printer, he came over and just stood next to my left. Not say anything at first, just hovered. It's odd, but not necessarily anything new. After a few minutes of not finding anything wrong with the printer, I finally say "Do you know what's wrong with the printer? It looks fine to me."
He gives me an expression that he's thinking, but shakes his head no. I sigh and get ready to go to the Police Lieutenant to see if he can tell me what exactly the issue is when Officer Vanover hikes his right leg up and rips ass directly at me. "Oops." He says with that shit-eating grin. It's gross, but it doesn't smell like anything.
"Get outta here man." Half-laughing as I plug my nose. He keeps laughing, but he does go back to one of the Patrol Desks. I keep working away, Officer Vanover keeps farting and eventually Officer Hanford shows up.
"Jeezus it reeks. Brandon, what the fuck are you eating."
"How you know it's me. Could be the IT guy."
"Hey!" I yell from the other room.
"Because it always stinks when you're here." Officer Hanford groans before taking another desk.
I step out into the room to say something, but Officer Vanover is straining his face when a loud fart rings out in the Patrol Room.
"Fuck this, I'm working in my car." Officer Hanford gets up almost as quickly as he sat down. "Sorry new guy." He says to me as he leaves.
Officer Vanover gives me a wink, and another ringing fart before I go back to the printer.
Another 15 minutes of his farting and getting no where on the printer before I determine there's nothing wrong and printing is working fine. I say my goodbyes to Officer Vanover and let the Lieutenant know that the printer is working. I found out from him that Officer Vanover was the one who reported the issue though. I found it strange he reported the issue but didn't tell me that when I was working on it.
February 16 -
I get called down to the Patrol Room again, and once again, just Officer Vanover. He gives me a smile, I ignore the way that it makes my heart beat quicken. This time there is an issue on his computer. "Officer Vanover, we need to stop meeting like this." I try to joke, and he laughs, but there's a feeling in my gut that this isn't going a normal interaction.
"You can call me Brandon." He shows me the issue and it leads me to having to go under his desk to mess with the cabling. As I'm trying to make sense of the cabling, I see him scoot his chair in and block me under the desk.
"Hey, whatcha doing?" I say as his legs force me against the cubicle wall. It's still workable, just uncomfortable.
"Just keep working and I'll keep working on my document." His keyboard does start to clack.
"Why don't you use a different desk. There's not enough-" I was beginning to argue when he man spreads. And there's his bulge, right there where I can admire it. "Actually, I think I can work like this."
"What I thought fag." That's what I thought he said, but that couldn't be right. I didn't press him about that.
I found the issue with the cables pretty quickly as well. It was clear that someone, most likely Officer Vanover, er Brandon, had pulled the ethernet cable. I plugged it back in, but I didn't say anything yet, as I was still admiring his bulge. Actually it was more than just a bulge, he had a fucking hard on now. His fat (holy fucking shit) cock was straining and he put he grabbed it and shook it.
"Oh my god. Are you-" And before I can finish, he grabs my head and pulls it hard against the seat of his chair and his ass.
PBRBRBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
A loud fart echos from Brandon's seat and I'm forced to inhale his gas. And this time, it stunk bad. I start coughing and gagging "Fuck! Let go!"
PBRBRBRBR PRBBFBFBFBRBRBR
I'm don't know how many farts just came from his ass, but it was wet and disgusting. The smell was eggy and I gagged hard. I pull away from Brandon's hand. He's laughing hard as he backs his chair up from me.
"Sorry, gotta make sure the new guy is welcomed." He says, boner still pressed against the fabric of his pants. He makes a show of adjusting himself, giving me a wink, and then stands up from the chair to leave.
PFFFBBRBRFFFFFFTTTTTT
"For the road." He says at the entryway.
I'm sitting on the floor, stuck, not sure what to do. I mean this was a line that got crossed professionally. Do I go to the L-T and let him know what just occurred? Do I just leave it alone?
Ultimately, I finish what I'm doing and hide back in my office. But I don't stop thinking about what happened. I'm not into all the farting stuff, but dude, that fat dong has me salivating. The thought of being back under the desk sucking on that hog (pun intended) makes it difficult to focus.
February 23 -
There had been a few run ins with Brandon over the couple past days, but nothing of note. That changed though on the 23rd.
The lieutenant asked me to assist with getting new equipment setup in a side office for a new Sargent that would be starting soon. Not an abnormal request, so I do my thing.
That's where I feel the hand on my ass. Brandon is there giving me that shit-eating grin again.
"Whoa man, I don't know you like that."
"Not yet." He gives me a wink. "But now that I'm Sargent, I'm sure you'll be getting to know me pretty well."
"Wait, is this going to be your office."
"Yup." He pops the P loudly and I can't help but watch the way he licks his lips. Fuck I need to get out of here.
"Well, congrats man. I'm going to keep working, so if you don't mind removing your hand." He removes his hand and walks away. I can't help the sigh of relief that leaves my lips, but then I hear the door close and the lock latch. I turn my head quickly to see the blinds closing as well. He makes eye contact with me and points to the black sofa. "Wha?"
"Sit down." He says impatiently. And I don't know if it's his tone or the arousal in my brain, but I do as I'm told. "Look, you're a fag, you can't help that. But, you need to keep those eyes of yours to yourself."
"What? You just grabbed my ass."
"I'm not a fag though."
"That's kind of fag behavior though." I don't stop myself. "What game are you playing here?" I say angrily.
"Watch your tone. I'm a man, fags don't get to talk to men like that." Who the hell is this guy?
"Fuck you man, I'm going to L-T." I get up from the sofa, but immediately Brandon grabs me and moves my hands behind my back and puts me in cuffs. "What the hell man?" He pushes me back to the sofa where I land face first.
"You have the right to remain silent." He puts his knee on my back, preventing me from moving. I can feel him shifting and adjusting behind me. When he grabs me and flips me to my back, I can see that he's shirtless. And of course he has an awesome body. I try to ignore that fact but then his hands go to his belt and he drops his pants. His fat dong, already fully erect in his cobalt blue boxer briefs.
"I-" I lose the words as I see him pump his cock through the boxers.
"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Your pick fag."
"What does that even mean? Brandon, what are we doing here." I go to stand back up, but he pushes me back down.
"Don't get up unless I tell you to." He says as his hand is forcefully pushing my chest into the sofa. He's towering above me and I'm trying to keep eye contact, but my eyes move back to his cock. "Fag, can't even help yourself. Eyes up here fag."
"I-I-Can I suck you off?" It catches both of us off guard. He examines my face for a moment and then laughs.
"Oh you thought this was for you." He jiggles his cock in his hand. "Nah, that's not how this is going." He grabs my shirt, and adjusts my position on the couch where my head is positioned in between the crack of the cushions. He turns around and his boxer clad ass is positioned over my face. He drops his ass hard and slams me into the sofa.
I'm stuck in the sofa, and Brandon's ass is covering my face. Immediately I can smell how musky Brandon is today and my face is already starting to feel damp.
PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT
Oh no, not this again. Warm air hits my face and the smell hits like a freight train at this distance. I cough and strain against the cuffs on my hands, but I can't move. I scream help hoping anyone can hear me, but I know it's useless from Brandon's laugh. "Oh shut up."
PBRBBRFTTT PBRBRBFFFFFFT
A whine escapes from me as the new farts hit my nose. The smell is like sewage and there's no escaping. "Oh god someone help!" I yell, but it only gets drowned out from Brandon slamming his ass down on my face again.
"I said shut up." He drops again and I'm feeling slightly concussed. "I want to hear you sniffing this one."
"No!" I whine.
"Sniff or I'm shoving a baton up your ass." I reluctantly take a large inhale.
A sigh of relief leaves Brandon as I'm forced to inhale the full brunt of the noxious fumes. Everything starts to feel distant as more sewage is inhaled to my lungs. Fuck things are really starting to spin.
"Good boy." He briefly stands up and gives my head a pat and I can't help but lean into the pat. "Alright, that's enough." He slams his ass back down. "Get back to sniffing." I whine in protest. "Sniff now." Again, I begin to inhale.
PFFFFFFFFBBRBRRRFFFFFFBRBRBRFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT
"Ah fuck." Brandon sighs as I gag down the gas. "Yeah fucking smell that shit." He grinds his ass down against my face. "I bet you're lovin' this shit fag." I whine, but he just lifts up and slams down again. "Yeah you like it when my fat ass destroys your face."
PFFFFFFFFBBFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT
He times this slam with the fart. In that moment, tears start to fall down my face. It's all too much, I'm having a hard time keeping a coherent thought.
"Open your mouth." It's like I became sober in an instant. Immediately I lock my lips so that they can't be forced open. When Brandon checks me and sees that I'm refusing. "If you open your mouth, my dick can get in easier." I know my eyes widened just as much as my mouth did. He laughed so hard before slamming his ass back down over my mouth. "Sike!"
With no time to react, I swallow down the disgusting, long fart and make a horrified noise. Brandon's whole body is shaking as he's laughing. "I can't believe you fell for that." He keeps farting as he laughs and I keep just swallowing down the disgusting butt bombs. My mouth is overwhelmed by the taste of ass and my brain is having a hard time processing any of this.
"Please stop." I try to get out, but Brandon's farting is louder than I can manage. I gag against his warm ass. "Mercy."
"Fuck. I knew when I made that shake this morning it was going to hit hard, but not this hard." Brandon wiggles his ass again on my face. "Alright, I got shit to do, lets get to the finale." He gets off of me fully and turns around. He makes eye contact as I watch his hand slide under his waistband and pulls his boxers off. His cock is fully erect and standing straight. He leans down, right hand on his cock and slaps my face over and over again with his cock as he laughs. "This is what you want right? My slab of man meat." He strokes himself over and over as all I can do is watch.
"Please?" I say despite the state of myself.
"Pathetic." He starts to lower his cock towards my mouth. "Even after getting acquainted with my ass, you still want to suck me off. What makes you think you deserve my cock?"
"Please, I'll make you feel so good." I say, not really hearing myself. "I deserve it, I've been a good boy."
He runs a hand through my hair and begins to put his cock in my mouth. "I guess you have." He moves his cock head along my lips. "You did just take all that man gas." He pretends to think and I take the moment to close my lips around his cock head. "Ah-ah-ah" He pulls his cock away. "I didn't say you could do that." From the small taste I got, I knew I needed that cock in my mouth.
Instead though, I got Brandon's naked ass slammed down onto my face with my mouth wide open.
My body jolts as the taste is even worse than when he had boxers on. He lifts up and I watch as his hairy hole leaves my face. I feel utterly broken and disgusting as his I watch his hole wink and let out more gas above my face.
"Bet that tasted nice, didn't it fag. You like it when a man takes what's his?"
"You're disgusting." I spit on the ground, partially to get the awful taste off my tongue.
"Ah, you're so sweet." He kneels above me and starts stroking his cock again. "I guess you can have a treat." As he going, I can't help flexing my own cock against my khakis. He moans lightly and continues to fart, thankfully not directly on my face this time. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I hope you're ready, cause once I start shooting that's all you're getting." I willingly open my mouth again, against my better judgement. This time though, he does start to shoot his load. Barely any makes it into my mouth and instead I can feel him drenching my hair and my face with his cum. By the eighth shot, he's actually aiming for my mouth and I'm flooded with the taste of his salty semen.
Fuck it was delicious.
"Get the fuck out my office." I didn't even realize but he's already pulling his boxers back on.
I go to stand up and that's when I remember I still have hand cuffs on. "Um. Can-"
"I said get the fuck out." The face he gave me told me everything I needed to know. I got out of the office and realized, I have no where to go. Cum on my face and hair, and hand cuffs in the middle of the police department.
I rush into the bathroom, closing the door with my foot and try to come up with a plan. It's ruined when Brandon literally walks into the bathroom. "Dude, get me out of these cuffs."
He gives me a once over before locking the door and going over to the urinal. "Yeah, in a second." He pulls out his sizeable cock, not fully erect this time and starts taking a piss. "Fuck that's nice." He rips ass of course, making me jolt. He catches me, "Heh, yeah my ass has that effect."
"Fuck you." There wasn't heat behind it.
"I don't know. I think you liked it. Liked sniffing my ass like a dirty fag." He flushes the urinal and grabs and turns me around. He bends me over and humps my ass. "I bet this is what you really wanted. My fat cock pushing into your pussy."
"Dude, stop. Get me out of these cuffs." The weight of his bulge pressing against my ass was making my cock start to harden again.
"Fine." He pushes me against the wall. Bulge pressed against my ass the whole time as he unlocks my cuffs. "But don't pretend you didn't like it."
"I didn't."
"We'll see." He burps in my face and takes a finger, swipes it in cum, and pushes it into my mouth. I moan, against my will which gives him that evil grin. He leaves me, without washing his hands, disgusting.
I stand and stare at myself in the mirror. There is still a metric shit ton of cum covering my face. I can't stop myself as I start to swipe some of the cum and ingest it. Fuck it's so good. I mean, it tastes like cum, but fuck, against the backdrop of Brandon's ass, it's the best taste in the world. Another swipe and another, like a frenzied animal, I keep eating the cum.
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