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You flicked your tongue onto his hole and you immediately tensed up. The smell was overwhelming but you tried to breathe through your mouth. You obeyed, shoving your face between his jiggly cheeks. Don’t act like you haven’t skipped a few days before. “Dude, when’s the last time you showered?” As you got a few inches away, you could smell the rank sweaty stench from his crack. You stared at it, knowing you were about to put your face in it. He looks back at you, and pulls down his sweatpants, revealing a hairy, perky ass.

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“Oh fuck yeah!“ he happily pushes down the driver seat and crawls back into the car. “You’re gonna eat my ass… or I’m leaving you here in the middle of no where in 30 degree weather. He flashes that smile again, this time with a mischievous look on his face. See, my girl is great with her mouth, but she refuses to do something I wanna try.” Nervous, you stare at him. “Do you want gas money? That’s no problem, I got you,” you said, assuming that’s what he meant. Thinking he was just trying to figure out directions, you didn’t say anything, until he grabbed you by the shoulder. Not wanting to pass up this opportunity, you happily accepted the ride.Ī few minutes in, he pulled off the road onto a dirt path and parked the car. Flashing you that pearly white smile, he offered you a ride into town so you could find a mechanic. After almost an hour of waiting, a car stopped and a guy you recognized as one of the douchey frat guys in your bio class poked his head out of the window. You weren’t hurt, but your engine wouldn’t start, and you had no phone service. You were just trying to get home from college for winter break, and your car had skidded off the road. John agreed, laughing. “You’re gonna get another helping of Taco Bell Smell Hell, bro.” Loser spends FIVE hours as the winner’s thrown.” Rob was confident he could whoop John at Smash Bros. Shaking his head slowly, Rob looked at his best friend. “Tomorrow, I’m getting my revenge. His face was red, rubbed raw by the hair of John’s meaty cheeks and crack. John stood up, pulling his undies out of Rob’s mouth. “How ya doing, bud?” Rob sighed in disgust, knowing he had survived the agreed upon three hours.

John leaned forward, ripping one last fart up Rob’s nose. That last fart smelled like rotting sour cream, and he had no choice but to sniff up the fumes. Thrashing around, trapped under John’s massive frame, Rob groaned, unable to escape the stink. “Oh shit, that one’s bad!” John was loving the power trip he was on, forcing his long time best friend to inhale his shit gas.

The smell was to overwhelm anyone, and Rob was experiencing them at point-blank range for the first time.

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When they got the gassy fast food together, Rob had to make sure his car windows were down before the food his John’s gut. Rob gagged at the stink, recognizing it as one of John’s heinous Taco Bell farts. John just shook his cheeks again, wiping his hole on Rob’s nose. “Here we go again!” John laughed at Rob’s struggles. “How’s it smell, buddy?” In response, Rob screamed again into his gag, this time saying what sounded to John like “fuck you!” He screamed into the gag, his eyes watering at the stench. The human cushion shook in disgust, smelling every bit of his friend’s gassy bomb. “Fuuuuuuuck!” John moaned in relief as he emptied his guts up Rob’s helpless nose. His poor best friend whined into the gag, knowing what was to come. Just sniffing! Speaking of which…” John ground down harder and strained his guts. Shaking his head and laughing, John grabbed the pair of discarded undies and balled them up, stuffing them into Rob’s mouth. “There. The slimy hair clung to his face and the greasy hole puckered against his nose, pushing his nostrils open. “YOU FUCKING STICK!” John wiggled his cheeks as Rob screamed into his ass. “Sniff it bro! This is the best it’s gonna smell all night.” Rob thrashed angrily, realizing that he wasn’t prepared for how physically repulsive the ass would be. The hairy ass crashed onto his face and John’s tree trunk legs pinned his arms to his body, leaving him helplessly trapped in his best friend’s swampy crack. Rob tried to react and push John away but it was too late. Rob groaned, bracing himself, as his best friend’s ass descended towards his face. You even ate fuckin’ Chipotle thinking you’d gas me. “I don’t care,” responded John. “You agreed to the bet. “This is so much worse, bro!” Rob’s voice was whiny, knowing he was most likely not getting out of this situation. Do you know how bad your feet smell, dude?” “Fuck yeah you do, bud,” said John, as his ass jiggled. “You made me smell your gym socks last time we made a bet on 2K. Rob stared up at his best buddy’s hairy ass as it spilled out of the undies. “Do i really have to do this?”

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