Lately school had gotten to be too much for you, so you decided you’d set up an appointment with your counselor. You walked into the office, and were immediately in awe. You could see the outline of you counselor’s biceps through his dress shirt, as he was typing on the computer. You’d never met your counselor before, which you were currently regretting.
“Hello, It’s great to meet you, I love meeting my students!” He said enthusiastically.
“Yeah, thanks for meeting with me.” You reply.
He got up to put some papers in his cabinet. When he got out of his chair, and stood up, you saw it. He had the smoothest, roundest, and cutest butt ever. Yeah, you were definitely regretting not meeting with your counselor before now.
“So what seems to be the problem, bud?” He said.
“I’ve just been so stressed about getting into a good college, and I can’t stop thinking about how I can raise my GPA.”
“Mmhmm, I get it, sometimes you just need a break. What is your current GPA?” He asked.
“I don’t know, let me check.”
You pull out your MacBook from your backpack, and go to your grades, you check and it says your GPA is a 4.1.
“It’s a 4.1” you say, feeling silly for stressing about it.
“May I see it?”
“Sure”
You hand over your laptop. He looks at it thoroughly,me even starts scrolling, which you find odd, considering all your grade information was on one page….
He hands you the laptop back, and you close it and put it in your backpack.
“Honestly, I think you just need to take it easier on yourself, you’re doing exceptionally well academically, there’s no need to stress.” He says reassuringly.
“Yeah you’re right, I just want the best future for myself.”
“Do you know what a career you want to pursue?”
“Yeah, probably a lawyer, or a politician.” You say, showing off a bit of confidence.
“Really, I could think of a career better suit for you!“He says.
“And what would that be?”
“A full-time fart sniffer!”
“Excuse me?”
You start to sweat profusely, is it possible he knows of your fart fetish? But how would he know, you’d only just met him?
“Check the open tabs in your browser….” He says while chuckling.
You frantically grab out you MacBook, and type in the password. It unlocks and the browser is already open. The tab with your grades is still open, but so are 2 others. Another tab contains Netflix, but the other one contains your Tumblr account “Fart_Sniffer719”. You must have overlooked the other tabs when you handed your laptop over. You are mortified.
“Listen kid, you do you, in fact I could help you… relieve some stress!”
You hear a low audible fart from under the counsellors desk. He just laughs.
“Please don’t tell anyone about this!”
“Don’t worry kid, this is confidential”
“Thank you.”
He gets up, and closes the blinds.
“Now about me helping you relieve some stress, I’m fucking full of some powerful farts, and I need to let them go NOW! I could let you sniff them, or they could go to waste. What do you say kid?”
“Get that ass over here!” You say excitedly.
“Pants, or no pants?”
“No pants!” you say, practically drooling.
He unzips his dress pants, pulls them down, along with his underwear. Oh my god, his ass was even better outside of those pants.
“Get over here kid, I’m gonna need you to place your nostril right over my asshole, so it muffles the sound.”
Immediately you get out there and do it, and then it happens….
PSHDJKFKKFJKTLFLGLFLFFKKFKFLFLFLFLCLLLLCLLCL
You pull away and your eyes are watering, it’s so rancid, yet so delightful. Is this actually happening?
“Oh kid, I need you to put it back over my asshole, I’m gonna explode!”
As soon as you do he lets loose-
PDOLDLRBSHPHRSBPRHSBPHRSBSPBHPRSBSPHPSHRPHSRB
At this point you’re coughing up green clouds.
“How much more you got left?”
“Oh baby, I’ve barely started.”
“Well let’s continue then!”
You plant your face back in his ass, and he starts again.
“If you were my student,”
PHDNFBCDJCMMCMMCMCKCKCKLFKCKKCDKDKFKCKKCPHRBS
“you’d have an A+,”
PHRBSBPHRTSPBRTPHSRBSTPHRSBTPHRBSRTBHRBST
“in my class!”
The farting lasted for the rest of the period.
“What class do you have next, I’ll write you a pass.”
“P.E.”
“Good, you definitely need a shower.” He winked at you.
You would definitely start making trips to the counselor’s office on a weekly basis now…