July 26: National Aunts and Uncles Day
yesterday's surprise || last holiday
"Again? I didn't even see you yesterday," I spoke into my phone, walking through the lot to my apartment.
"Sorry, babe. I got a lot of work to do," said Michael on the other line. He chuckled with a tone of mischief. "Still, today's holiday is important. I sent you something."
"I gotta go. You'll love it! Talk later." Michael hung up.
I unlocked my door and stepped inside to a smell. It was like one of Michael's gas attacks but worse, different. It was thicker and more sour.
A head popped out from the kitchen, and I jumped, dropping my keys. The man looked like Michael but at least ten years older. There were gray hairs on his head and in his beard, and his ripped form was shirtless. His tan was darker than Michael's, and his body was even hairier. He smiled at me, very attractive though I had no idea who he was. "Sorry. I didn't want to scare you."
The waistband of his red shorts were pushed a little too low, exposing a few pubic hairs in the front.
"Oh, Michael's Uncle Frank." He reached a hand to shake mine. The hand was warm and rough.
"What is it, uncles day now?" I asked calmly. But then a lightbulb came on in my head. Uncle Frank. Michael had told stories about his infamous gas and love of farting on their family members.
"Yep." Frank burped directly in my face.
I tried not to openly smell the belch. "What did Michael tell you?"
"He just told me to fart on you." Frank opened my fridge and grabbed the gallon of milk. He threw it back and gulped several times. I stared as his stomach churned with loud gurgles.
"Um, I'm not comfortable with this." I stepped back.
"Sorry, pal." Frank threw the milk back into the fridge and shut it. "I'm getting paid for this."
He leaned forward and grabbed my shoulders, forcing me onto my knees. "Can you enlighten me on why I'm supposed to do this?"
Frank turned his ass into my face, pulling my arms so my nose was right up against his shorts. BRRRRR-WRRRR-BLBR-BWAAAMP!
It went on for too long, making too many sexy sounds. I was completely hard in a flash, and I took a full whiff of his sour beef with my mouth open. I remembered his question and moved my head away. "We, uh--"
He shoved my head back in. VRRRRRMP! BWAMP! BWRRRRRRRR-RRRRRRR!
"Sorry to interrupt. I prepared for this all day." Frank's voice sounded far away. "You're not even fighting. You like this?"
He let my head go so I could answer. "I told you I wasn't com--"
BLRBRWRRRR! Frank looked over his shoulder at me as he blasted. I took another breath of his intense gas, and he laughed. "How do you like that? I mean, I do, but everyone loves their own brand, right?"
He fully released me, and I sat on the floor, panting and sweating. My erection was begging to be touched. I didn't think Frank would be comfortable with that. Michael had to have known this would happen.
Frank stayed in the same place. He pushed down his shorts in the back, showing a paler, hairy ass. He looked over his shoulder again. "This is kinda fun. What do you think? You want me to force you?"
I stayed seated, still trying to catch my breath in the flatus-laced air. "It doesn't feel right."
"Force it is!" Frank backed his bare ass up to my face, pushing until my head touched the ground. Frank sat down with his full weight. Thick, sweaty hairs tickled my nose, the smell of it musky and enhanced by his amazing farts.
Frank dramatically held his breath. His asshole touched my nose. BWOW-WRRRRRRRRR-ERRRRR-rrrrrr-BWRRRRRR-rrrrrrrrr-BWOWR-brrrr...BWRT! BWRRRT!
It was nonstop, going on and on, delivering disgusting wind directly into my nose from his hole. My face stung from the force, my eyes watered from the stink, and precum leaked into my underwear. Frank pushed his ass even closer, moving it around to plant the stink into my face. "You good down there?"
Frank lifted the hairy ass and looked down at me. I raised my head and opened my mouth to answer. Frank suddenly pushed my mouth against his hole. BWOOOOW-AOOOOOWRRR!
His fart echoed down my throat, and I swallowed, heart racing. I'd never eaten a fart before, but it was hot. I touched my dick once and released all cum in a warm, heavy load in my briefs.
Frank got up and stepped away, laughing his ass off. He clutched his abs and leaned against the stove. "Holy shit. I've never...Wow."
I couldn't respond. I felt like a ball of disgusting pleasure, lying on the floor in wet bottoms. This was worth missing yesterday, and I hoped Uncle Frank would come around more often.
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