Smell of a Christmas wish
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.
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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”
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