Shatterstone College: Party Tricks
"Okay dude, you made it this far. I mean, all you've done is follow me through this house party, but that's still pretty impressive with how crowded it is. Now, you get what you came for but imma need you to ask nicely for it okay." Brett looks back at you with a soft smile as he feels the cool air of the bathroom sweep across his exposed ass. You had waited all week for this, to finally bring your fantasy to life, sniffing another man's ripe crack and farts. Before Monday night you never thought you would, but accidentally sending a Twitter clip to Brett instead of to the Downloader app sent you into a panicked spiral. You quickly opened Snapchat but he was already typing, the damage already done. You threw your phone away and went out for a run before coming back to read the message he sent, the anxiety making you too nervous to eat until you overcame it. Once you opened his chat, your stomach issues and anxiety washed away.
"Dude? You send this by accident? Either way....I kinda always wanted to have a face in my ass...can't explain why but it's always been a fantasy. And C'mon, don't I have the ass for it? I'm not called bootylicious Brett for nothing. Swing by my bathroom at my house party on Friday night and I'll blow your mind, and probably your biggest load 🤭"
Now here you were on his cold bathroom floor, inches from a similar situation that caused countless wet dreams. Something felt weird though. Now you were here, his ass was enormous, head consumingly big. The stench was awful to as he had football practice a few hours ago and didn't wash his ass. "Whats keeping you?" He asks, swinging his hips as he awaited you. Your body shakes with his words, and you bring yourself to finally ask. "Can I be you butt sniffer?" The shake of your voice showed your nerves, but Brett was too close to his fantasy to care. "Course you can buddy!" Brett pulls his right cheek to the side and pulls your head in with his left. With each millisecond you began to panic more, heart rate rising dangerously fast until your face met the doughy texture of his humid ass. "Fuck yeah....feels better than I could ever imagine. He held you in place aggressively as his enjoyment made him like a rabid animal. You slowly enjoyed your situation too, the panic slowly disappearing as the feeling of his ass gripping your face turned you on. The smell was as ripe as you imagined, Brett clearly not showering after a long active day. You lose yourself, stroking your erection as your desire came true. Just as you are about to blow, his stomach rumbles and his hole puckers to unleash a sudden blast of insanely boiling hot eggy air. It gags you, immediately bringing your panic back as the stench is unbearable, killing your erection in an instant. "Sorry dude, no backing out right now. This is the best I've felt in months, and for the record, your rapid head movements and screams make it better!" Brett moans, farting again to emphasize his lack of care. His grip keeps you in place and forces you to live out a nightmare you once thought was a dream.
Ten minutes later he lets go, watching as you fall backwards, gaging as your bright red face covered in sweat makes him laugh. "So how about we do this next week again? I can see you don't love the farts, but my ass is a dream isn't it?" Brett's words calm you again as you watch his trousers struggle to get back over his ass. Now you had to decide. Would you decline, now aware farts weren't for you, or, would you agree to do it again and allow the pleasure you felt face deep in his ass to outweigh the disgust of his gas. The choice is yours.
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