bradjade: Senior year wasn’t supposed to stink. That was until I met Carlos. After beating him
bradjade: Senior year wasn’t supposed to stink. That was until I met Carlos. After beating him in a flag football game, a wrestling match, and a track practice in gym class he was beginning to target me as public enemy number one. One day in the locker room, Carlos spotted me staring at the guys as they were undressing. “Like what you see?” He mumbled as the other guys left unknowingly leaving a scene of a crime. Carlos pulled down his boxers and toyed with my psyche “Hmm… perhaps you’d like to take a gander at this?” His words were really affecting me but it was my goal to not let Carlos think he was affecting me. “You’ll be begging for this ass by the end of the month Brad. Begging!” Oh god, my final class was study hall. He was in it with me. Carlos made sure through out gym class to stretch his glutes so I could get a better picture of them. Soon he began standing next to me and leaning his ass against my leg or guiding my hand down to his butt. His next tactic was even more sinister. Carlos made sure to grab the seat in front of mine. I was in the back of the class unbothered by anyone until Carlos came along. Minutes into the class I smelled an odor of unwashed ass. Carlos began bending over and giving me a view of his crack. The smell got stronger as Carlos leaned to one side and let half his ass hang off the side of the chair. I watched his hand get close to his ass as he began wafting the air towards me. Was he trying to bully me with farts? I was really suffering the more he continued. By half an hour in I swear every breath was pure fart smell. Soon Carlos took a sheet of paper and showed it to me: “Brad’s face” was written on the paper and he slid it under his ass. At this point there was no concentrating on my school work as Carlos began rubbing his booty against the page and wafting more stink into my direction. He handed me a note as the class dragged on. “Like my stink cutie? Throw tomorrow’s wrestling match and you can have all you want of me…”Was he crazy? I wasn’t gonna throw a match. The next day we were paired up to compete. Carlos and I were both trying to gain the upper hand when I smelled it; he farted again. Out of breath my strength weakened. Carlos had me on my back in no time. He smiled at me as I admitted defeat. I was in for a smelly time next class.“Listen Carlos… you won… but I didn’t throw it… so no need to do that thing… okay?” My body was overtaken and dragged into a supply closet. “That’s what all my nervous first timers say.” Carlos whispered as he pushed me down to his ass level. Soon he was sitting on my face as though I were a stool. “One day you’re gonna crave this ass so bad you won’t be able to think of anything else.Fast forward about three years into the future. I was sitting at a table celebrating my 21st birthday. Carlos was sitting next to me as the guests were leaving for the evening. “Oh baby, you know what my gift for you this year is right?” Carlos raised a brow and rubbed the back of my neck. “21 farts baby?” My face lit up. “21 farts, while I sit on your face for 21 minutes. Even longer if you’re a good boy and lick it all up okay?”I never thought I’d crave a man’s gas before. But Carlos changed me. Carlos showed me that I wasn’t a flag football champ, or a wrestling pro, or a running superstar… I was his fart sniffer, his slave, his toy.How lucky I was to have met Carlos my last Senior semester. -- source link