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an old favorite of mine

My Best Friend's Beautiful Ass

Wrote this based off a hot anecdote a follower told me forever ago.

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My friend Derek has known about me being gay since we met. I’m happy he never had an issue with it because some straight guys act weird around having a gay friend, let alone also being roommates. Living together, other friends have made jokes about us being like an old married couple. “Plus we never fuck anymore!” He’d say, get everyone to laugh. I’d laugh too, but felt kind of tortured because that kind of talk did turn me on.

He is pretty hot too. Tan skin, long dark brown hair, deep eyes, some stubble. He was thin like me, but more toned because he goes to the gym a lot. His smile makes my heart melt. And sometimes he walks around the apartment in just a towel and I get to see his back, and a faint impression of abs on his front, hair around his belly button trailing downward.

What I love most of all was his ass. I only got to see it in sweatpants or jeans. The way the fabric clung to the curves made me drool. I wanted him so bad, but he says he’s straight, and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship by hitting on him or anything.

I still couldn’t help myself, whenever we went out to bars he would lean against the rail and I’d get to enjoy the view of his big cheeks pushing against his pants. So badly I’d wanted to kiss and sniff his ass, and even more, I’d wanted to taste it.

One night, we’d gotten very drunk at some bar that was also a bit of a dance club. The music was fire and we were dancing in the crowd, numbed from beer and shots. At some point, the DJ spoke over the intercom,

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, it is just after one am, you know what that means!”

“ASS AND TWERK! ASS AND TWERK!”

Derek and I cocked our heads to the side like confused dogs. Ass and Twerk?”

“That’s right, if anyone here thinks they’ve got a fat ass to show off, come up on the stage now. Winner gets a free shot!”

On the stage against the back wall, a few girls that had been dancing walked up, their skirts and dresses tightly hugging their butts. Derek turned to me with wide eyes, wiggled his eyebrows, then rushed forward through the crowd.

“Where are you going?!” I called out. My heart was racing.

People laughed as Derek climbed onto the stage, because he was the only guy in a line of girls. He was in the middle of the line, his face a huge smile, and he’d winked at the crowd a bunch. Girls in the front row were cackling, while guys were catcalling. Derek had his tongue out. My body was shaking.

“Alright, Lady number 1, show us what you got!”

For each person, the DJ played the opening of Big Sean’s song “Dance”, over and over “Ass ass ass ass ass ass,” while the contestant would twerk for the crowd, and the audience would holler and cheer.

Then it was Derek’s turn.

“Alright, the one and only Sir in tonight’s competition, show us…uh, whatever you got,”

Laughter from the crowd. My mouth had gone dry. The ass song came back on, and to the beat, Derek whipped around, yanked his pants down, and bent over, wiggling his hips and showing the bar the back of his tight underwear. Grey boxer briefs barely contained his thick ass as he shook his hips and made his cheeks jiggle. Everyone was screaming. My cock was hard. Drunk girls in the front row were jumping up to slap his ass cheeks. The other girls on stage were clapping. The image burned in my memory. Even in my drunken haze I knew I was going to jerk off to this later.

After the whole row took their turns, the DJ spoke “Alright, lots of great shows here…I think that the best contender was…nope, it is a tie…Lady number 4 and the one and only Sir”

The bar erupted. “Ass off! Ass off!” My heart was going to break out of my chest. What place was this? Derek and I had never heard of an after-dark ass competition.

“Alright alright,” The DJ spoke as the rest of the contestants got off the stage. Only Derek and a short blonde girl stood there, “Now, both of you are tied. In order to crown this night’s Ass Champion, both of you need to step it up. Miss, pull up your skirt. Sir, pull down your underwear…”

The crowd was going crazy now, whooping and laughing. People had their phones out to get pictures. I felt frozen for a moment, but realized what was going to happen. I whipped my phone out and zoomed in on Derek.

Both of them turned around and mooned the audience. The girl was shaking her butt more, but my eyes were glued to Derek’s ass. It was smooth and plump, so thick that I couldn’t see his asshole even though he was bent over. His balls and cock hung from this view, as he’d dropped his underwear completely. I’d seen his bulge before and thought he was big, but I had no idea he was a horse. My mind went blank. My body was trembling. I was on the verge of going deaf from everyone screaming at the bawdiness of it. But I was recording a full 30 seconds of Derek exposing his ass to the crowd.

Finally both of them covered their butts, and the DJ said, “Hmm…very very close but I’m gonna have to be a gentleman and give it to the lady. Congratulations number 4, you are tonight’s Ass Champion!”

Everyone cheered. She bowed, blew kisses, and the bartender came over with her winning shot.

“Honorable shout out to the good Sir, the bravest man ready to show his stuff when no one else did” at least he got claps. Walking back through the crowd to me, he got a few pats on the back and a few girls smacked or pinched at his butt. I was fucking floored. I couldn’t believe what I just saw happened in reality.

“Fuckin lame dude,” He laughed, “She only won cuz she’s a girl,”

“Yeah that’s bullshit,” I gulped, “You should have won, you…” I couldn’t hold back because of all the beer I had earlier, “Your ass is beautiful,”

He burst out laughing, “You think?!”

“Yeah, that was so fucking hot,”

He kept laughing. My cock was hard.

After the bar, we staggered out and took an uber back to our apartment. Derek went to his room while I collapsed onto the couch.

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The next morning I woke up to his ass. Derek was standing over me, his butt in the same underwear he had on last night, inches from my face, and he wiggled it side to side, and the smell was awesome. A hint of musk from not showering the day before, and sweating in his sleep.

“Wakey wakey” he grinned over his shoulder. “Thought I’d brighten your day with my beautiful ass,”

“W-What?”

“Yeah I remember what you said last night,” his voice was hoarse, “now i’m glad I know I’ve got a secret weapon against you,” He winked again, then walked off to go to the bathroom to shower. He swayed his ass back and forth with each step.

My cock was throbbing from just waking up, and from seeing his ass and remembering what I saw. While he showered, I rushed to my room and watched the video over and over again. The resolution was bad from being far away and filtered through bad lighting but I still got the outline of his ass cheeks, and even his cock and balls underneath, swaying his butt side to side, and turning around with a huge joyful grin at all of the people cheering for his ass.

I came all over my chest and stomach.

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Since that night, he kept teasing me about what I’d said about his ass. I felt mortified. And I was mad that he was mocking how much I loved his butt knowing he’d never do anything sexual with me.

Finally, the best night of my life happened on his birthday. We’d gone out with a few of our friends to a bar, then after we headed over to their place for more beers and just to chill. We were sitting on their patio, relaxing in the cool night air, chatting and laughing. My face was flushed.

“I gotta cancel my gym membership,” our friend Cole complained, “I never go there,”

“Dude you gotta go,” Derek moaned, “It’s how I stay in shape. Look at this,”

He got up, turned around, lifted his shirt a little, and yanked up his jeans so they would make his butt stand out. My heart skipped a beat.

“Girls go crazy over my glutes. Sam does too,”

I jumped at him mentioning my name. Our friends all went “oooooo”

“Hey,” Derek’s voice slurred a bit from the drinks, “he’s gay, he’s allowed to say it looks good. You think my ass is beautiful right Sam?”

“Sure thing babe,” I laughed, winking.

“Why don’t you kiss it?” He raised his eyebrows, faced his butt toward me and wiggled it a bit.

I thought my stomach was going to turn. He had to know what he was doing to me. Our friends laughed along and changed, “Kiss it! Kiss it! Kiss it!” They clapped. My lips twitched in a smile, but I was overwhelmed by what was happening. Drunk Derek acted like a slut for attention around his ass. I could see in his eyes that he loved it. Or at least loved teasing me about it. Shaking his butt in my face and all my friends clapping for me, my drunk self couldn’t hold back. I leaned forward and pressed my face into his ass, kissing between his cheeks against the fabric that just covered his hole. I felt Derek’s hands grab my head and push me against his ass as he grinded it on my face, laughing deeply, his jeans scratching against my skin. I thought I was going to cum in my pants.

“Derek leave him alone,”

He let go of me. My face was burning red. I couldn’t believe what’d just happened. My underwear felt wet from precum.

“You look shook,” Another friend laughed. We all laughed out loud.

I was beyond shook.

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On the uber ride back to our apartment, I kept my eyes out of the window watching trees and buildings pass. I was very drunk, but I felt anxious from Derek making me kiss his ass in front of our friends. On the one hand it was humiliating and I didn’t like him teasing me about how I told him his ass was beautiful. On the other hand, this kind of teasing was turning me on. As my mind wandered, I felt him rest his chin on my shoulder and he muttered in my ear,

“You daydreaming about my beautiful ass?” His voice felt so smooth in my ear.

“No!” I was annoyed. I didn’t want the uber driver to hear and judge us. I turned and his eyes were so glassy and warm, he looked at me in a way I’d never seen him look at me before. Like he was hungry.

He smiled. It made me shiver, “I know you are,”

“Quit it,” I gulped.

“Hey when we get back I want you to give me my birthday present,” He leaned back in his seat, his head up and his eyes closed.

Birthday present? I’d already given him a record he wanted earlier. And a shot at the bar. What was he talking about?

We got to the apartment. As I was changing into more comfortable clothes, ready to fall into bed, I heard him call from his room,

“Sammie boy, get in here!”

I wanted to go to sleep, but I rolled my eyes and left my room. When I got to the threshold of his room, I was frozen in place, and my eyes were wide.

He was on all fours on his bed, facing away from me. His head was down, and his clothes were still on, except he’d undid and dropped his jeans a bit so his ass was hanging out, still covered in underwear.

“You said my ass is beautiful,” He looked over his shoulder at me, swayed it slowly, “I want you to kiss it some more. Wish me happy birthday.”

My hands were trembling. His ass got closer as I started walking toward the bed. My cock was growing in my pants. The teasing was because I’d turned him on. And he wanted more.

I fell to my knees and crawled up to the bed, where his ass was looming over me. His feet were still covered in socks, and on my knees my face was at the same level of his big ass. I stared at it for a long time, my entire body was shaking, and I didn’t know what to do.

“C’mon, you know you want it,” He muttered like he was falling asleep.

I licked my lips, gulped, and leaned in. The warmth of his ass was hitting my skin, and getting closer I could smell his musk. I kissed one cheek softly. Then I moved to the other cheek, and kissed it deeper.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he whispered, “Show my ass some looooove,”

I slowly pressed my nose between his cheeks, and my lips felt the indent of his asshole. I kissed deeply, and took in a long, slow sniff. With his cheeks wrapped over each side of my face, the warmth of the fabric and my breath and his stink was overwhelming. His ass had taken over all of my senses, and I moaned into it as he slowly swayed it back and forth, moving my head along with it. I wrapped my arms around his lower back, and pressed my face in deeper. I was in love with his ass. So fucking much. I pushed his cheeks forward so they would squeeze over my head and suffocate me a bit. I smothered myself in his underwear.

“You dirty boy,” he laughed, “I always knew you wanted it.”

I pulled away, and started rubbing my hands over his ass globes, feeling the warmth of his underwear. I saw my saliva had wet the fabric over the crack, which I’d wedged into his ass. My dick was throbbing so hard it almost hurt. I knew I couldn’t back off now. He’d lured me in and wanted a birthday present.

“Happy Birthday,” I whispered to him, and I pulled down his underwear. Like I’d seen at the night of the bar, his smooth ass took up my vision. Only it wasn’t completely smooth. He hadn’t shaved in a week or so maybe, and little hairs were poking out. Drool fell out of my lip. I licked it up and tried to focus. I ran my hands over his smooth ass cheeks, and pulled them apart. Derek seemed to be holding his breath, waiting to feel it.

“Be gentle with me I haven’t done this before,” his voice came out very sober. I nodded even though he wasn’t looking at me, and I leaned in and pressed my lips to his asshole.

“Oh,” he let out a little surprised moan. His hole was so warm, and his cheeks felt sticky against my face. His musk was strong now. Not dirty, but the smell of a sweaty man’s ass at the end of the day. The perfect smell. I poked my tongue through my lips and it met his hole. I licked around it, slowly and wrapped my arms around the small of his back like I was hugging his ass. My face smashed between his cheeks, I licked up and down his crack, putting a lot of attention around his asshole.

He moaned a lot. Quiet at first, also muttering swear words, but soon his hole was relaxing more and he was moaning more.

“Fuck, go up my ass,” He was pushing his hips into me. I did as he asked, and pushed my tongue deeper against his muscles and worked my way up his ass a bit. I moved in and out like I was fucking him with my tongue. He seemed to really like that, because he started laughing.

“That’s so hot dude, girls don’t do this stuff for me,” he gulped, “Don’t stop,”

I made out with his asshole for a long time. I don’t know how long, but my jaw and tongue were getting so sore. I didn’t care though. My face was burning red and my dick was on the edge of exploding. I slowly brought my hand up to touch and play with his balls, which were tight against him. As I rubbed them, massaging him from the inside out, his whole body started trembling. He was moaning like he was in heat.

“I’m gonna fuckin burst,” He panted.

He let me play with his cock. Slowly I rubbed it, feeling the precum at the tip against my fingers, and using that as lube. I licked from his taint up to his hole and back again, going up and down to massage it and make him shake. Doing so, my face was slipping from my saliva and I was rubbing it against his ass crack. Dragging my face up and down his ass was like my own kind of massage. My balls were swollen, and so were his.

Finally, I stopped and told him to move to the side for a bit. He did, and I laid down on the bed, and had him lay over me in a 69 position. I stared up at his throbbing cock.

“Use my mouth like a fuck toy,” I told him.

He was trembling as he lowered his cock toward my lips. I opened my mouth wide, and he slowly lowered his entire body onto me, his cock pushing passed my tongue and deep into my throat. I swallowed it, and he kept going. I started to gag, and gagging against his cock made him moan.

“Oh fuck,” He didn’t even get a change to hump me because my throat muscles were clenching around his cock. My eyes watered form gagging and through the tears I looked up at his tight balls and the mounds of his ass cheeks, wet with my spit. I wrapped my arms around his body and hugged tight. My throat massaged his cock until,

“Oh FUCK” he whimpered.

I felt hot cum shoot down my throat, and I fought against the reflex to gag so I could swallow it. Swallowing rubbed his cock even more, and so my throat was milking his cock. His balls were so tight and I felt like I was draining them. Pump after pump, I choked and gagged and swallowed hard to take it all. He shot so much cum into his throat that his body was shaking. Without touching myself I began to cum too, his chest rubbing against my cock was too much for me to take.

Finally he’d stopped twitching, and he felt like a dead log on top of me, his cock still in my mouth. It was getting smaller and I gently sucked on it, staring at his balls and ass.

“Fuck me dude that was,” he couldn’t say any more.

After dozing off for a moment, he got up and pulled his cock out of my mouth. He didn’t care that my gym shorts were soaking wet from my cum. I told him to get back onto the bed. He laid back down, and I yanked his pants off. I lay behind him between his legs and dove my tongue back into his ass.

After an hour long session of passionately making out with his hole, I realized he’d fallen asleep. I kissed his ass goodnight, and quietly left the room.

In the shower, my entire body was electrified. I replayed the events of the night in my head over and over. My throat was killing me from when he fucked it.

I jerked off twice before finally falling asleep.

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We didn’t talk about what had happened the next day. It felt kind of awkward between the two of us. I was worried that Derek was too embarrassed. We were both really drunk, and he’d never told me he had a thing for guys before.

That night we were watching TV, but the both of us were on edge. Who would be the first to speak?

Finally, he said, “You know…last night was really….”

My heart paused.

“That was fucking awesome,” He laughed nervously, “I…I didn’t know if you’d do anything with me but, oh my god,” He couldn’t even finish his sentence.

He didn’t need to. I asked, “Do you wanna do it again?”

He blinked, and licked his lips.

We rushed into the bedroom for round two.

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7kbuttcheeks2 · 26 days ago

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Loved your new Fraternity Fart Boy chapter. Amazing as always. Now I’m sorta fantasizing about a few older fraternity alumni coming to town. Maybe Tristian lets them take Fartboy back to their airbnb for the night. Can’t imagine Jacob would be excited about smelling the gross hairy butts and farts of beefy daddies

ooo thanks, I will post to tumblr when i have laptop access again. Meanwhile yes I do want to include older alumni in the near future

#ask

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7kbuttcheeks2 · 26 days ago

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glad to see you’re a fellow Jacob Elordi enthusiast. Hope his balls smelled disgusting.

Jacob usually plays the role of Luke in my head whenever I read stories from your Bet-verse. I think seeing his character in The Kissing Booth give his younger bro some wedgies got me obsessed with him being my older brother bully

i hadnt thought this before but i love it

#ask

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7kbuttcheeks2 · 27 days ago

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had a dream about one of my friends telling me he wants to show me how hairy his ass is. Of course he didn’t get a chance to in the dream though

shame. I do like realizing I'm in a dream and can manipulate it. The other week I realized I was reaming and got to imagine diving nose first under Jacob Elordi's balls

#ask #dream

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7kbuttcheeks2 · 2 months ago

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Is it normal that my pathetic cock jumps when my cousin (23) farts? He does it constantly and I am dying to get on my back and let him destroy my sense of smell.

your cousin? nasty. you are pathetic & he should bully you with his gas.

#ask #kink confessions?

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7kbuttcheeks2 · 6 months ago

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sent in a previous ask about my beefy neighbor getting his package in just his boxers.

well today him and his younger brother were sitting out on their front steps and of course I’m sneaking glances of them from my window. Soon a car pulls up and a tall blonde dude and a really sexy ginger get out. I recognized the ginger (I’d gone to school with him too) and he has a gorgeous beard now. Now I’m spending my day dreaming about what it’d be like to serve as their fart sniffer while they all hang out.

you ever fantasize about people you peripherally know?

oh for sure. I hung out with two of my best friends' pals from college. One has a cute boyish face and blond hair, smooth skin...the other has darker hair, short but thick brown beard, hairy arms. Both are athletic, and we hung out one night and Blondie ripped a fart and the other guy laughed and said "I'd join in if I could...usually got something in the chamber" and man...I fantasized about their asses sandwiching my head, one smooth cute smooth shaved ass with pink butthole, and the other covered in brown hair, both farting against my cheeks.

and Merry Christmas lol

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7kbuttcheeks2 · 10 months ago

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I crop dusted the Versailles

So this week I've been in Paris with a couple of friends. Our staying in Paris was quite short, but very intensive. We were walking a lot and visiting some of the most known attractions. One of them was the Palace of Versailles. It was so crowded and stuffy. And shortly after we entered, I felt some gas in my stomach. I was holding it in for a while, didn't want to stunk up the pride of Paris. But after another few minutes of walking around the palace I decided to sneak some gas out in a stealthy way. I have no idea if they stunk, because I started walking right after leaving a warm cloud behind me. And behind me there were people, so in case of anyone smelt it, I was doing my best to be far away from this place where I unleashed the fart bomb 😁

Well, that was not the only time I kept crop dusting the Paris streets and places, but it was the only place I felt respectful, because it was so splendid place and moreover filled with people everywhere 🙈

But hey, maybe there was some girl over there who smelt it and secretly liked it. 😇

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7kbuttcheeks2 · 10 months ago

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Farting Co-Worker

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7kbuttcheeks2 · 10 months ago

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sending you another hot thing that happened to me today because I have no one to tell.

I was sitting out on my deck today and all of a sudden I see my neighbor from a few houses over poke his head out his front door and look around. This neighbor is a beefy gym bro sorta guy. I’ve never interacted with him but I went to school with his younger brother and I’d be lying if I said I never fantasized about the two of them making me serve as their fart sniffer.

Anyways, so he sticks his head out his door a looks back and forth. And I guess he didn’t see me cause he then opened his door and quickly started down his front steps in just his boxer briefs!

I was shocked at first to see him shirtless let alone in just his tight underwear. So I’m just mesmerized by his massive hairy chest as he quickly goes down the stairs. He grabs a package on the bottom step and then turns around to go back up. And just when you think it can’t get better it does. Not only do I now get a perfect view of his gigantic ass in his boxers as he climbs the stairs but there was a clear line of sweat descending down his butt crack.

Needless to say, my fantasy’s to be a little stink sniffer servant for my two neighbors has been reinvigorated

hoping some day he'll tell you his desk chair isnt comfy enough and wants to try your face instead

#ask

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7kbuttcheeks2 · 10 months ago

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Hey! It's been a minute so I just wanted to say that I hope everything's okay and that you're doing well! Really love your stories and hope to see more soon when you're feeling up to it :)

thanks. life's been hard.

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7kbuttcheeks2 · 11 months ago

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7kbuttcheeks2 · 11 months ago

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My Best Friend's Beautiful Ass

Wrote this based off a hot anecdote a follower told me forever ago.

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“Alright ladies and gentlemen, it is just after one am, you know what that means!”

“ASS AND TWERK! ASS AND TWERK!”

Derek and I cocked our heads to the side like confused dogs. Ass and Twerk?”

“That’s right, if anyone here thinks they’ve got a fat ass to show off, come up on the stage now. Winner gets a free shot!”

“Where are you going?!” I called out. My heart was racing.

“Alright, Lady number 1, show us what you got!”

Then it was Derek’s turn.

“Alright, the one and only Sir in tonight’s competition, show us…uh, whatever you got,”

After the whole row took their turns, the DJ spoke “Alright, lots of great shows here…I think that the best contender was…nope, it is a tie…Lady number 4 and the one and only Sir”

The bar erupted. “Ass off! Ass off!” My heart was going to break out of my chest. What place was this? Derek and I had never heard of an after-dark ass competition.

Everyone cheered. She bowed, blew kisses, and the bartender came over with her winning shot.

“Fuckin lame dude,” He laughed, “She only won cuz she’s a girl,”

“Yeah that’s bullshit,” I gulped, “You should have won, you…” I couldn’t hold back because of all the beer I had earlier, “Your ass is beautiful,”

He burst out laughing, “You think?!”

“Yeah, that was so fucking hot,”

He kept laughing. My cock was hard.

After the bar, we staggered out and took an uber back to our apartment. Derek went to his room while I collapsed onto the couch.

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“Wakey wakey” he grinned over his shoulder. “Thought I’d brighten your day with my beautiful ass,”

“W-What?”

I came all over my chest and stomach.

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“I gotta cancel my gym membership,” our friend Cole complained, “I never go there,”

“Dude you gotta go,” Derek moaned, “It’s how I stay in shape. Look at this,”

He got up, turned around, lifted his shirt a little, and yanked up his jeans so they would make his butt stand out. My heart skipped a beat.

“Girls go crazy over my glutes. Sam does too,”

I jumped at him mentioning my name. Our friends all went “oooooo”

“Hey,” Derek’s voice slurred a bit from the drinks, “he’s gay, he’s allowed to say it looks good. You think my ass is beautiful right Sam?”

“Sure thing babe,” I laughed, winking.

“Why don’t you kiss it?” He raised his eyebrows, faced his butt toward me and wiggled it a bit.

“Derek leave him alone,”

He let go of me. My face was burning red. I couldn’t believe what’d just happened. My underwear felt wet from precum.

“You look shook,” Another friend laughed. We all laughed out loud.

I was beyond shook.

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“You daydreaming about my beautiful ass?” His voice felt so smooth in my ear.

He smiled. It made me shiver, “I know you are,”

“Quit it,” I gulped.

“Hey when we get back I want you to give me my birthday present,” He leaned back in his seat, his head up and his eyes closed.

Birthday present? I’d already given him a record he wanted earlier. And a shot at the bar. What was he talking about?

We got to the apartment. As I was changing into more comfortable clothes, ready to fall into bed, I heard him call from his room,

“Sammie boy, get in here!”

I wanted to go to sleep, but I rolled my eyes and left my room. When I got to the threshold of his room, I was frozen in place, and my eyes were wide.

“You said my ass is beautiful,” He looked over his shoulder at me, swayed it slowly, “I want you to kiss it some more. Wish me happy birthday.”

My hands were trembling. His ass got closer as I started walking toward the bed. My cock was growing in my pants. The teasing was because I’d turned him on. And he wanted more.

“C’mon, you know you want it,” He muttered like he was falling asleep.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he whispered, “Show my ass some looooove,”

“You dirty boy,” he laughed, “I always knew you wanted it.”

“Be gentle with me I haven’t done this before,” his voice came out very sober. I nodded even though he wasn’t looking at me, and I leaned in and pressed my lips to his asshole.

He moaned a lot. Quiet at first, also muttering swear words, but soon his hole was relaxing more and he was moaning more.

“That’s so hot dude, girls don’t do this stuff for me,” he gulped, “Don’t stop,”

“I’m gonna fuckin burst,” He panted.

Finally, I stopped and told him to move to the side for a bit. He did, and I laid down on the bed, and had him lay over me in a 69 position. I stared up at his throbbing cock.

“Use my mouth like a fuck toy,” I told him.

“Oh FUCK” he whimpered.

Finally he’d stopped twitching, and he felt like a dead log on top of me, his cock still in my mouth. It was getting smaller and I gently sucked on it, staring at his balls and ass.

“Fuck me dude that was,” he couldn’t say any more.

After an hour long session of passionately making out with his hole, I realized he’d fallen asleep. I kissed his ass goodnight, and quietly left the room.

In the shower, my entire body was electrified. I replayed the events of the night in my head over and over. My throat was killing me from when he fucked it.

I jerked off twice before finally falling asleep.

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That night we were watching TV, but the both of us were on edge. Who would be the first to speak?

Finally, he said, “You know…last night was really….”

My heart paused.

“That was fucking awesome,” He laughed nervously, “I…I didn’t know if you’d do anything with me but, oh my god,” He couldn’t even finish his sentence.

He didn’t need to. I asked, “Do you wanna do it again?”

He blinked, and licked his lips.

We rushed into the bedroom for round two.

#gay story #gay ass #gay ass fetish #gay ass worship #erotica #gay erotica #gay rimming #gay friends #str8 curious #gay encounter #sevenbillionasscheeks #7kbuttcheeks

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7kbuttcheeks2 · 1 year ago

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i need to be sat on and used to soak up whatever gas someone needs to let out so bad

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7kbuttcheeks2 · 1 year ago

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In the Speed Dating Booth

This story is for 18+, is fictional, and includes fart sniffing. If any of this is a problem, don't read. I wrote this back in college and remember being overwhelmed by how gross it seemed to me at the time, and how much I'd love to live this fantasy

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A guy learns about his best friend's gross fetish and decides to put it to good use

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Kevin came into my room frantic, his face red

“Oh, hey dude,” I said, my book still in hand. It took me a minute to register how frazzled he was acting. He had a nervous twitch going on and he started speaking rapidly,

“Listen, we’ve been friends for a long time, right?” He had his hands up.

Since back in high school, “yeah?”

“And we can be open with each other, right?”

“Of course,” I put the book down. Kevin is one of the chillest guys I know, so seeing him on edge like this made me frown.

“Ok,” he started pacing, which he usually did to help him think something out, “So, I signed up for a booth at the speed dating fair.”

Oh, this is about girls; that explains it. Every year, our college sets up a “speed dating fair”, where they have a bunch of booths around the gym, and you’d sign up to stand at a booth and others would circulate and have like 5 minute convos with you. It was just a fun way to get single people on campus to know each other.

“That’s great, Kev,” I put on a half smile. Maybe there was some jealousy behind it. I don’t know, I’ve known Kevin for years and couldn’t help but develop a little crush on him. It’s dumb, because he’s straight, so there’s no point in wishing. I should be happy he’s putting himself out there, “Good for you. I’m sure you’ll meet a lot of cool girls.”

“Yeah, but here’s the thing,” he started rubbing the back of his head, “The problem…you know how I’m always gassy?’

This perked my ears up. Kevin was always farting, and they always embarrassed him. I would laugh and tell him I didn’t care and he could rip in front of me, but he always tried to keep them quiet and would blush. He’s cute like that. But there’s another thing that Kevin doesn’t know about me; my massive fart fetish. I have no idea how it came to be, but there’s nothing I find hotter than having my face pressed into a man’s ass while he rips farts up my nose. Or, at least, that’s what I’d want to happen with me some day. Despite my desires, I’ve never opened up to anyone about these weird fantasies. I laughed, ‘Dude, if you feel gassy, just hold them in. Or take beano or something, no one will notice at the fair if that’s what’s freaking you out,”

“It’s not just that,” he explained, “I always get even more gassy when I’m nervous or anxious, and worrying about letting one slip will make me even more anxious, and it’s a vicious cycle that will make so much gas build up, I’m sure I’ll accidentally slip one out and it will make a huge noise or it will smell bad and everyone will laugh at me.”

“Dude, I think you’re overreacting-,” I chuckled

“Dillon,” His voice was serious, “I need your help.”

He always called me “Dill Pickle”, he never used my full name unless he was serious, which wasn’t common. But how could I possibly help him, “What are you talking about? Other than recommending some kind of pills and saying ‘don’t eat gassy foods’, there’s not much I can - ,” “I know about your…” he paused, before adding, “fetish”

I raised an eyebrow. On the outside, my face was blank, but on the inside, I was screaming. This had to be a joke, right? There’s no way he could have found out; I’m always so careful about it. He looked uncomfortable, more so than when he walked in. He furrowed his eyebrows and started rubbing the bridge of his nose. He looked so cute, his messy black hair and stubble, when he seemed concerned. But I still didn’t know what he was talking about. After an awkward pause, he said,

“I know you like farts.”

Then my eyes widened. He couldn't know that, could he? I forced out a laugh, “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t have to play dumb,” I felt my face get red, he continued, “I’ve borrowed your laptop before; your YouTube watch history is full of videos of guys farting on each other, a lot of ‘atomic sit-ups’, like where guys are pranked into doing a sit up and smacking their faces into their buddy’s asses, your history links to a lot of stories about fart sniffing, fart slaves, other fetish stuff… no offense, but your porn video history is just flat out disgusting.” He let out a nervous laugh.

I felt like my stomach was about to come up out of my mouth, and I could barely breath. He knew?! All this time he knew how weird I was and didn’t’ say anything?! Why didn’t he bring it up ever? And why is he telling me this now?! I felt my hands tremble on my legs. I wanted to say something, defend myself, but I couldn’t speak; I sat there in shock.

“Look dude, I don’t care,” He brought his hands up, “I don’t care that you’re gay or that your into this kind of stuff. Different strokes for different folks, right? If it makes you feel better, I’ll tell you my fetish: I like women’s feet. I want to rub them, massage them, sniff their socks, kiss their soles, and suck on their toes. There; now we’re even. Now let me finish, because I have a plan that will help me with my problem, and I think you would love to be a part of it.”

My head was spinning. I was still flabbergasted by the fact that he found out about my fetish. I thought I was so careful! But also I was curious as to what the possible fuck he would even to bring this up for.

“You know how there are booths against the wall, and those have like this weird curtain thing around them? Well in case you don’t know, they set up the booths to go around the edge of the individual sections. I remember going to the fair last year, and it looks like no one can see beyond the middle of the person’s belly when they stand there.”

I remember going to the fair with him, and yeah, they were tall booths. I still had no idea where he was going with this, or what this had to do with me.

“Alright, so here’s my proposal,” He coughed, still shaking, “And I know this sounds weird, but again, I think you’ll like it and we can both benefit from it: I want you to be my fart vacuum.”

My eyebrow was still raised, and my heart was racing, “…what does that even mean?”

“Instead of holding them in, I’m going to let them out. Really soft and quiet. There’s music, so unless I have a really big fart, no one will hear me pass gas. And as long as there’s a constant stream of gas seeping out, there won’t be a chance to let out a huge, audible one. That would be fine enough, but thanks to the curtain holding them down there, there’s a good chance that any sudden movement will open a hole or something and all that nasty gas will seep out and it’ll be obvious to any girl who walks by that I’ve been ripping ass for the past hour or whatever.”

I felt my cock twitch in my pants.

He continued, “That’s where you come in; I want you to hide behind the booth; no one will see you. And here’s how I thought it out. You’ll be crouching behind me. When I need to pass gas, I’ll lean forward and stick my butt toward you. Then, I want you to press your face against my ass, as tight as you can so none of it gets out, and I want you to sniff up all of the gas until there’s no scent left. Or breathe it in your mouth, I don’t care what you do so long as you’re the only one who smells it. The event lasts two hours, so we’ll need to get there before they set up, and stay after they leave.”

My cock was rock hard. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening, that my best friend [how many times have I fantasized about him? How many times did I jerk off to the idea of burying my face into his gassy ass?], was actually giving me the offer of a lifetime! He walked right up in front of me, turned around, and bent over.

“You interested? If so, I really need to fart right now, and we could both use practice being as quiet as we can so no one finds out about this. If you are, get down here now and let’s start training. If not, I understand.”

There was a bit of an awkward pause, with Kevin looking over his shoulder at me, frozen, seeing what I’d do. His butt was hugged by his jeans…it looked so hot from this angle. My cock was rising in my pants. Once in a lifetime, why pass it up? I jumped down to my knees and nearly dove face-first in between my best friend’s ass cheeks. The fart he let out was short, but airy. There was a bit of a prrrp coming out. It puffed against my face. His cheeks jiggled a bit against my cheeks, I brought my hands up and grabbed onto his waist, squeezing it as I snorted up deeply, vulgarly. Normally I would be too embarrassed to act like this, but if my friend knew I was a filthy fart sniffer, I didn’t have reason to pretend I wasn’t. I sighed, shaking, my face burning with lust, still pressed up into his butt, “Oh, fuck,” I moaned. His fart lingered in the fabric of his jeans, the scent of a man’s musky ass.

Kevin chucked, “Looks like we both need to practice being quieter. The event is a month away so we only have one month to practice getting this right. I feel another one, so stay there, let’s try again.”

He let out another fart. This one was silent, not too deadly. I snorted it up, trying as hard as I could not to moan out again. I couldn’t believe this was really happening! I was training to be my gassy best friend’s personal fart vacuum!!!

…

Over the next month, Kevin would come by a few times a week to hang out. Every time I got a text asking “Wanna practice tonight?” I’d reply “Yes” as fast as my fingers could type. And while he was over, every time he’d have to fart, he’d let me know it’s time to practice. I’d drop whatever I was doing, crawl behind him to his jeans or sweatpants clad ass, which he would stick out when bending over, and press my face into it. He’d leak out some rank ass fumes, each day he was getting better at letting them go silently, and I would lightly, but constantly, sniff them up. I’d stay there until all of the fart fragrance was gone. Even though they were pretty rough on the nose, I could feel my cock leak precum in my underwear. I was in heaven. I wanted to propose to him…if only he were gay.

A few weeks in, I started to feel bad because I realized that I was hanging out with him way more than I used to, only so I could suck up his farts. Even though it was his idea, and this was my way of helping him out, I couldn’t help but feel like I was using him. One night, after “suffering” through an unusually long stream of gas, I pulled away from his butt and asked him,

“Why are you doing this for me? Aren’t you grossed out?”

“Well, a little, I guess,” He admitted, “But I don’t mind farting on you if you like it this much. I mean, I think of it like this: if I were a girl, and was friends with a guy like me who also had a thing for feet, and we were really close, I’d let him play with my feet. Even if I’m not interested, and if we’re just friends, I wouldn’t be that weirded out by him because, well, foot play wouldn’t be that sexual for me. And as I am now, if I had a friend, a girl with really nice feet who wore cute socks, and she knew about my fetish but never let me come close, I would go crazy. So, farting on you just feels like I’m helping you out, the same way you’ll be helping me out by hiding all of my gas from the cute girls at the fair. That’s what friends are for, right? We got each other’s backs.”

That was the most unusual and convoluted reasoning I could have asked for, but I was getting facefuls of infinite farts, so why push my luck and complain.

He added, “Besides,” then he held the back of my head and roughly pushed his butt back into my face. It was so sudden, I couldn’t react until after he ripped a pretty loud beast on my nose,

PPRPRREPRPRERPERTI

I heard him laugh while I coughed and groaned, “This is hilarious to watch!”

“Fuck man,” I laughed into his cheeks, “That was nasty!”

“You’re welcome.” I looked up and saw he was looking behind at me and smiling, “Now enough goofing off; we only have a week to get this down right.”

…

The day of the fair, my face was flushed and I couldn’t focus during any of the lectures. It was a Friday, and I noticed a lot of the kids around me were also having a tough time paying attention to the professor. Sure, they were probably excited about all kinds of parties that would go down tonight, but I didn’t think any of them had something better than I did to look forward to.

The fair was going to last from 6 to 8pm, but like Kevin said, I would have to go earlier so I could sneak into his booth unnoticed. I had on my hoodie, a t-shirt, and sweatpants; If I were going to be sitting around for hours down there, I had to be comfy. My pockets were stuffed with old socks, that I would use to masturbate into. To be honest, this whole arrangement has been ruining my life. I say that jokingly. What I mean is, I’ve spent so much more time masturbating than I used to because Kevin’s farting ass against my face has been driving me up the wall. Every time I have to sniff one, my dick gets so hard expecting a release. I feel awkward touching myself around him, so I have to wait until after he leaves to go to town down there. I’ve been cumming three times a day on average to the memories of each fart of the day.

Even though I never brought up my boners, I’m sure he probably saw me sprout wood here and there, and so the day before the fair, he told me, “Hey Dill Pickle, I know this is kind of awkward, but if I were in your position, I’d probably lose my mind if I didn’t touch myself once. Like…nearly three or four hours of this without cumming? I couldn’t do it. So, I guess as long as you’re quiet and careful and don’t make a mess or something, and as long as I don’t see it, you can jerk off down there, if you want. Just don’t tell me if you’re going to, cuz that might weird me out.”

I nodded with a blank expression, but on the inside my heart was going wild, “Ok, Kevin.”

So, pockets full of jizz socks, I took a few breaths to calm down. Sure I was excited, but I was also terrified. If something went wrong and we were caught, I’d be the laughing stock of the school. Who knows how much trouble we’d get in for doing this weird sexual stuff in public? But I was so excited…I couldn’t wait to begin.

I headed to the gym at around 5:15, check in wasn’t going to start until 5:30, so hopefully no one would be there yet. I walked down the blank white hall and turned into the arena. As I thought, there were only a few people doing last minute set ups, but they were on the other end and faced away from me. Sneaking up to a clipboard, I looked for Kevin’s name and assigned booth. Each row was labeled A to G, with those two being on either end of the wall. Kevin was going to be at G7, which was on my end of the gym. Perfect. I tip toed behind the booths, behind the curtains that were set up to give the space a more “enclosed” feeling, found G7, and got onto my hands and knees to crawl in. The gym floor was dusty, but over all, not a big deal. I looked up and saw the ceiling but not much else. I knew that, as Kevin predicted, no one would be able to see me down here unless they were up in the rafters looking straight down. My dick was rising in anticipation.

I sat there, impatient, while the gym slowly started to fill with clamor of chatting voices. People were signing into their booths. Oh god, what if I was in the wrong booth? I’d just have to make up an excuse; “Sorry, I thought you were my friend, I was just gonna scare him.” I kept my fingers crossed.

The curtain rustled, and Kevin walked in. He was looking slick in all black: black shirt tucked into black pants with black shoes. He never dressed up, so I couldn’t help but smile. He even shaved his stubble and gelled his hair. He must really be trying to give off a good impression. I could even smell cologne from down here. As nice as it was, I much preferred the smell of colon.

“How do I look?” He muttered, then turned as if he were looking for someone. His butt looked so beefy from the tight pants and the tucked in shirt. Of course I had a hard on.

“Like Adonis.” I whispered back. He smirked.

I asked, “How are you feeling?”

He whispered, “Scared.”

“Dude,” I whispered, “You’ll be fine. You’re a cool guy, you have nothing to be scared about. You’re cool, you look cool, all of the girls are gonna line up to get your number.”

He smirked again, “You’re just saying that because you love my farty butthole.”

“That’s beside the point!” I tried not to laugh. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have a friend like him. He walked to the front of the booth, giving me enough room to crawl behind him. I stared at his ass, which was at the same level as my face. I had never been more aroused in my life.

Waiting for this night to begin was one of the longer half hours I had to go through. I just wanted to get my face into his butt already, but unless he had to fart, there was no reason to. Luckily, he seemed to be having some butterflies in his belly, because before the event started, he leaned forward. From the outside, it would look like he was just bored. On the inside, I nuzzled my face between his cheeks. Not a false alarm: I could smell faint eggs, and his butt grew warm against my skin. Definitely the first fart of the evening. I sniffed it up.

A man’s voice chimed from the PA system, “Good evening, ladies and gents. I hope all you singles out there are ready to mingle, because this year’s Speed Dating Fair has officially begun” There was a collective whoop from the crowd.

Once the fair began I was surprised just how much he farted. He really wasn’t kidding when he said that he gets gassy when nervous. Each girl would come up to the booth for five minute, and sure enough, for each one he would lean forward and stick his butt toward me. Of course I was being the best fart vacuum I could be, and even though my dick was rock hard, I didn’t’ dare touch myself yet. I only had so many socks to use, and I didn’t want to blow through all of them at the beginning.

When the five minutes were up, a little bell would play and single everyone to move over. I heard Kevin chatting, saying his goodbyes, laughing at jokes, making jokes, talk about his interests over and over. It was so routine, it sounded like he rehearsed what he was going to say. I didn’t realize just how scared Kevin was to put himself out there like this. I could feel him tremble every once and a while. I stroked the side of his thigh, hoping it would calm him down. But of course, my main focus was on his beautiful ass. After what felt like ages, my dick couldn’t take it anymore. If my cock were a dog, it would be yipping and whining like crazy for his treat. I pulled out one of the socks and put it on over my throbbing hot cock. I stroked myself as Kevin leaned in for what felt like the hundredth time.

Needless to say, I had shot my load before the bell rang. As the night went on, I knew Kevin finally starting to feel at ease. The conversations with each new girl was much less predictable, more fluid. Sadly, that meant the farts weren’t coming out like they had been; either his nerves subsided or he just finally ran out of gas. But to my surprise, he did a lot of leaning in anyway, and I’d press my face into his butt, expecting a fart that didn’t come. I guess he wanted me to enjoy myself, while I wasn’t “on duty”.

I went through another sock.

The farting started up again, each one smoother than the last. Thankfully the smell wasn’t too offensive; just a day old egg mixed with ass sweat, not too rough. It was musky enough that I had to put in a conscious effort not to moan out.

The radio was on, like he said it would, and beyond the meet and greets, I could hear the latest pop hits echoing in the gym. I probably wouldn’t be able to hear Ed Sheeran’s voice again without getting a boner. I think that’s called Pavlovian conditioning. In front of me, Kevin started swaying his hips to the beat of the pop song that was blasting above me, while my face was still up in his crack. My head was swaying with his ass. I felt like Cinderella dancing with the Prince at the ball. That thought made me smile and I had to hold back a serious case of giggles.

And another sock down. My dick was getting sore, but my face was burning with lust.

Maybe a little after half way through the night, Kevin left for a bathroom break. I stayed hiding in the corner, thinking of how bizarre a direction my life had gone. Just a month ago, I had felt embarrassed about my fetish, and kept everything about it a secret, including my sexuality. I wasn’t even comfortable being out about being gay, just because I was afraid that would somehow clue in on these dirty desires. Then, after just one conversation, I feel like I’m living though something that would only happen in some crazy fetish story, like the ones I read online. I was in a fairy tale. If only I were a girl, I would pay Kevin back by letting him lick my feet all night or whatever the fuck else he wanted to do.

After another hour, my dick was begging me to stop getting aroused. Sorry buddy, I know I’ve been beating you up a lot, but it’s worth it. A new girl steps up, Kevin leans in again, I stuff my face into his ass and inhale, repeat. I started to feel sad because I knew once this night was over I wouldn’t get to do something like this ever again. No point in feeling down; I’ve got a hot farting ass on my face, I should rejoice! Nearing the end of the night, I could tell that all of the previous farts were soaking up into the fabric of his pants. The seat of his pants began to smell worse and worse. I hoped the moisture from his farts mixed with my breath wasn’t going to stick too long. Then again, the only way someone would tell is if they pressed their face into his ass like I had been for the past two hours.

Finally, after another bell chime, I heard an announcer off the PA system, “Alright, ladies and gents, I hope you all had a fabulous evening and got to meet a lot of fun new people. Who knows, maybe tonight will be the start of something beautiful. And I think I can say the obvious: I’m sure one of you is getting lucky tonight” A collective laugh.

Way ahead of you, buddy.

…

Kevin and I walked back to my place afterward. We had to wait for enough people to leave where no one would notice I was in the booth with him. I felt pretty dirty because of all the used cum filled socks in my pockets, and my dick was aching like crazy, but I was shaking from it all. “Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked.

“…that was amazing, dude.”

He laughed, “You dirty fuck, you’re so disgusting. But you did a great job; I didn’t smell a thing.”

I smiled, “I know. Did you meet a lot of girls?”

“Oh yeah,” He smiled, “Tones. No surprise, a lot of them weren’t interested in me, and vice versa, but I met a few girls that I’m thinking of going on dates with in the next few weeks.”

“That’s great man.” I sighed

“Mind if I come over?” he asked, “I’ve got nothing else to do tonight but I’m too tired to go out.”

“Sure.”

…

We were sitting on the couch; he had rolled his sleeves up and was drinking the beer I gave him. I had my own beer in my hands. We were watching a really shitty horror film on Netflix. Instead of being scared, we spent the night making fun of the writing and the bad acting. “I’m gonna take a piss, don’t pause it.” He got up. I smiled, again, thinking of how lucky I was to have a friend like him. Any of the other guys I knew would probably cut me out of their lives if they found out I was such a fart pig. Again, I was wishing that one of the girls he met tonight would let him suck and nibble on her toes; he deserves it.

Walking back to his seat, he paused right next to me and said, “Fire in the hole!”

“What?” I turned and was face to face with his fancy-pants covered ass. He pulled my head in and let a monster rip on me.

“Dude!” I laughed, “What the literal fuck do you eat?!”

“Lots of cheese burgers.” He sat back down, smiling.

…

That night I didn’t masturbate because I was convinced my dick would fall off if I tried. I wasn’t surprised when I woke up the next morning because I dreamt he was holding me down and farting up my nose. I came in my underwear, in my sleep. My poor cock was exhausted. He’s infected my mind, but I don’t really care.

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