I think it all started as a prank. It was just me and my best friend of four years chilling out in my bedroom, like we had a million times before. And then he did it.

I was laying on the bed, seriously hungover, looking up at him as he stood beside it. His back was turned to me, we were just casually chatting the shit when he suddenly pulled down his trousers and shoved his ass right down on to my face.

My sight was plunged into darkness and my nose and cheeks were being squished down as the back of my skull was forced deep into my mattress. Before I could even raise my hands up to grab his big cheeks my face was suddenly vibrating with a loud thunderous clapping fart. I gripped his cheeks but I couldn't get him off. I was trapped underneath them and I could hear him laughing as I was suffocated and struggling under his round squishy flesh. Any fragment of air I was able to suck in tasted like a strong cabbage.

And then, finally, he stood up off of my face laughing his head off. I panted and gasped for air, choking as I sucked the fresh air in too quickly. I was dazed. I looked to him and his big round bubble butt was still hanging out, proud. His boxers hugged his thighs just beneath his cheeks - really accentuating the curvature of this bulging peachy squishy butt. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I was mesmerised. I wanted to take a mental picture so I would never forget it.

He finally pulled up his trousers and boxers and turned to me, still grinning. I quickly snapped out of it and pretended that I had hated it. I fanned my face, started to loudly gag and called him an asshole and told him that I'd have to brush my teeth now to get that horrible taste out of my mouth. He laughed and seemed to buy my apparent revulsion as genuine. There was no way in that moment I could go to the bathroom to brush my teeth though. In fact, I had to quickly snatch up a pillow just to cover up just how untrue my apparent revulsion was.

Up until this point I'd always considered myself completely straight. I had only been with women, I had no problems being aroused by women and I always fantasised about women. I haven't been with many women but there was enough to have seen a variety of booties in all wonderfully different shapes and sizes. Some of those women had a butt that I considered to be a 10/10, they had butts that I had literally drooled over. But out of all the asses I've ever seen, none of them even came close to the ass that had just smothered and gassed me. I couldn't believe that the hottest, curviest and shapliest butt that I had ever seen in my life belonged to my best friend.

I tried to get it out of my head. I tried to go back to how it was before and just pretend our relationship was exactly the same. But I couldn't. That was a lie and it was impossible to pretend otherwise. Every single time we would spend time together after this, I would secretly hope he did it again. I couldn't help but check him out every time he walked out of a room. I thought about it all the time. I would jerk myself off to the memory of that day and it would make me cum like nothing else could, it excited me more than anything else out there.

After a couple of months I began to grow desperate. I started lying down more around him. Lying in positions it would be very easy for him to just sit right down on my face. I would also occasionally allude to it and joke about it whenever the opportunity presented itself like if he was eating something spicy for example.

A couple of excruciating months passed without him doing it again though. By this point I felt like the mental image of his perfect bubble-butt had deteriorated and that I had forgotten what his ass even looked like. For some reason this just made me crave it even more, it became built up in my head and was on this pedestal where it became this like Mona Lisa of backsides.

I saw a couple of women during this period and tried to sort of move on but when I'd try to get into it I just kept comparing their ass to his and there was just no comparison to be made. I started to struggle to even become erect unless I was thinking of my best friend sitting his perfect butt right down on my face.

I invited him over for a few drinks one night. Once we were tipsy, my mind began racing of ways to make it happen again and with the alcohol running through my veins I had the false confidence to maybe actually do it. I suddenly had a lightbulb moment as I watched him play the ps5 and shout at the screen when he lost to a game. I could appeal to his competitiveness. He hated losing. He hated anyone getting one up on him. So maybe the best way to make him do it, is to make him want to do it, just to get one up on me. So I decided the best way to go would be to do it to him. He did it to me first after all, I was just returning the favour.

He was scrolling on his phone on the sofa when I had finally built up the gas and I snuck up on him. I loosened my belt buckle and positioned myself in front of him, my ass about face-level. As quick as I could I pulled down my trousers and then I slammed my ass against his face.

He had launched me halfway across the room before I had even had the chance to let rip. I struggled up to my feet, my jeans caught around my ankles and I finally farted as I bent down to lift them. And then he was on me. I didn't even have my jeans up before he had got me in a headlock and then he took me down to the carpet with ease. He laughed and told me how much I was going to regret doing that.

He sat on my chest and pinned my arms to the floor. I kicked up and told him weakly to get off me but I laughed throughout just so he'd know I wasn't seriously distressed about anything that was happening. He dug his knees into my arms whilst the weight of his bubble butt crushed my ribs, making it harder to breathe - but it looked so fucking good.

I weakly fought against his hold of me. As I pretended to wriggle for my freedom I watched as he grabbed the elastic band of his skin tight jogger bottoms, the cotton was barely able to contain his bulging peach. Then he said to me: "I don't even need a fart right now, but I'm going to keep my ass planted right on your face until I do."

"No!... Get off!" I pretended to plead, laughing the whole time. He took no notice of my protestations.

He slowly slid them down and his cheeks burst out of his skin tight boxers, free. My eyes widened, I was face to face with it again and it was even fatter and juicier and rounder than I had remembered. I got a big whiff of that delightful smell of sweaty ass too and I inhaled it deeply.

With his ass out, he slid up my chest and taunted me telling me to take a deep breath because I might be under there a while. Before I even could though, he quickly shoved his bubble-butt down hard on to my face.

I pathetically fought it, using hardly any strength. I pretended I was wriggling to escape and that I desperately wanted out. The truth was, there was absolutely nowhere else on the planet I'd rather have been than buried underneath those big cheeks.

My nose became tucked up snug in between the line of his crack, it smelt musty and a little rank but I would take this smell over a bed of roses every day of the fucking week.

I could hear him as he loudly groaned and tried to push out a fart. I felt his asshole pucker against my nose and little pockets of air blew out from it which tickled my nose and lips.

I was being completely smothered, I heard his laughter which was muffled to me as I was squished under him.

I couldn't breathe and suddenly I really needed to fight him off me. I didn't want to, I wanted to stay there like that forever, but it would literally kill me and that would mean never experiencing it again. So I rolled my head side-to-side underneath his peachy weight. I eventually managed to wrestle my nose from out of his crack and catch a breath. I gasped for air out of the side of his left cheek and then I heard:

"I don't think so. Get the fuck back in there" - and with that he grabbed a clump of my hair, lifted his butt and forcefully turned my head to face his asshole and then shoved my nose deep inside of his crack and sat down again.

He bounced his pale and meaty cheeks on my face a few times and then wriggled his butt on my face, shifting as he got himself comfortable again on my face which he had now claimed as his own personal seat.

My cock was absolutely burning and throbbing at this point. I'd never been so turned on and his forcelfullness and my powerlessness only made me hotter.

My boxers were absolutely swimming in pre-cum. And then it was at that point I felt a breeze on them and I suddenly remembered: Oh fuck! - my jeans were still down by my ankles! My boxers were exposed and it should be pretty fucking obvious to anyone looking that I am as hard as a rock and that my cotton boxers were becoming absolutely drenched and sticky. My cock was so hard that it seemed to be dancing around inside of them, it had a mind of its own and was just fucking the material of my boxers, so so desperate to explode.

My heart was already racing but this sudden realisation shot the rate up even higher. My thoughts began to go into overdrive:

Has he not noticed?If he has, why is he still doing it? What will he do if he see's it? Will he laugh? Will he be disgusted? Will he tell all of our friends?

I became extremely self conscious and it was pulling me out of the moment and so, worried about him seeing what he was doing to me, I began to try to wriggle out for real this time. He was too strong though, much more muscular than I am, everytime I tried to escape from underneath him he pressed his butt cheeks down more firmly and laughed. I couldn't breathe and I was completely helpless under him, he had complete control of me and if he wanted to he could keep me there and smother me to death and I wouldn't be able to do a single thing about it.

I heard him say: "You're going nowhere until you eat my fart, so get used to it."

I desperately tapped at his thighs, trying to tap out. He wriggled and smooshed his butt in my face and informed me, mockingly: "You can struggle and tap all you want. You aren't getting out."

I really couldn't breathe. I felt like I was about to pass out. I must have been turning blue. I slapped at his thighs hard, my legs kicked out and I began squirming and wriggling ferociously and then finally he showed mercy and raised himself up off of my face and onto his knees.

As I gasped for air I took a peek down at my boxers through the gap in his thighs and I saw my worst fear - I was pitching the most obvious and blatant tent! My boxers were absolutely soaked, looking like a wet polka dot pattern. There was absolutely no chance he couldn't have seen this - especially as he was looking that way the entire time!

I remember laying there, mortified, catching my breathe. I didn't know what to say. I felt very ashamed and worried as I gazed upon those beautiful cheeks in front of me and hoped it wasn't for the last time.

My friend laughed, and then suddenly plopped his cheeks down on to my face unexpectedly and he told me to kiss his ass. I froze, I didn't do it. This felt like a step too far and there would be no coming back from it. So I just layed there, under his weight.

He thankfully got up on to his feet about twenty seconds later. He looked down at me and said "You're so lucky I don't need to right now" as he pulled up his jogger bottoms and then sadly covered up that amazing asset of his.

I quickly pulled my jeans up and slyly tucked my wood into the waistband of my boxers before fastening my belt.

I felt a little awkward. I didn't really know where to look. He looked so different to me now. My thoughts raced: Did he stop because he saw? Was this the last time I would see him? ... Does he know that I love it?

I didn't know what to say so I decided to try and break the ice: "You're such a fucking asshole" I said.

"At least I don't like smelling asshole" he said to me, with a grin. I laughed and told him to go fuck himself but he had definitely got me there.

Then he suddenly got right in my face: "Next time you try something like that you know what I'll do? I'll tie you down to your bed, spread my cheeks and I'll shove your nose right up into my asshole and I'll keep you like that and make you sniff my farts all night, for hours and hours. And you wouldn't be able to do a thing about it."

I laughed it off, a little flustered, and then I quickly excused myself to the bathroom.

It was the most violent and animalistic wank I have ever had to this day. I was shaking as I was sat on the toilet, jeans by my ankles and my throbbing pulsating cock in my hand. I tugged it furiously and it couldn't have been more than a minute before I erupted. I had never been so turned on in my whole entire life and I came so violently that I had splatted my bathroom wall with a hot sticky clump.

Immediately afterwards I felt feelings of shame and these feelings were only made worse by a knock at the bathroom door by my friend who told me to hurry up because he was bursting. I was panting really quite loud there and I wasn't sure how long he had been standing there on the other side of the door.

We both got more drunk as the night went on and eventually things seemed to settle and feel pretty much feel like they did before all of this. We were just two best friends hanging out and getting drunk as we had done a million times before. He never brought up seeing my boxers and I hoped maybe he hadn't seen it or that he just thought I was maybe really hung and had pissed myself a little or something.

At some point my friend told me he was tired and really couldn't be bothered calling for an uber and going home and he asked if he could just crash at my place. I agreed.

At the end of the night I made him a bed on the floor beside mine. Then I stripped down and got into bed. I watched as he stripped down to his boxers, for some reason he decided to do this at the foot of my bed in my direct line of sight. He even turned his back to me as he slid off his jogger bottoms and revealed that snug bubble butt being hugged tight by his boxers. I watched his cheeks jiggle through the skin tight fabric as he walked towards his makeshift bed. We said goodnight to each other and I switched off the bedside lamp.

I couldn't sleep despite the large quantities of alcohol running through my bloodstream. I couldn't get that ass out of my head. It was driving me crazy, the days events were leaving me throbbing and soaking under the covers and all I wanted to do was grab my cock and pump it ferociously as I pictured it all. Eventually, after some time had passed, I couldn't help but sneak a couple of sly and slow strokes - but then my friend spoke up:

"Are you still up?" He asked me. "Yeah" I said. "My backs killing me on the floor... do you mind if I sleep in the bed?"

Fuck. My stomach fluttered. "I don't care." I told him.

He got into the bed beside me. He turned on his side, his back to me. And then I felt his cheeks brush up against my thigh. I suppressed a moan. Then he scooched up a little closer, his butt pressed firmly into my thigh, I could feel the weight and squidgyness of his cheeks and they were driving me absolutely crazy.

My cock started having spasms, It was pure torture. And then, as if he knew how wild he was driving me, he decided to add to my torment in that moment by telling me: "I hope you know, if I need a fart, it's going right in your mouth".

It was excruciating hell and after that comment I knew for sure I was never going to get to sleep. Every now and then he'd slowly wriggle and nudge my thigh as a reminder of those perfectly pale chubby cheeks right beside me.

After what felt like a lifetime I decided to get up and go to the bathroom to relieve myself in the hope that this would help me to nod off. I had been throbbing and dribbling for what felt like decades and something had to be done.

I got up but as I was leaving my friend asked me groggily: "Where are you going?"

"The bathroom", I told him.

"Okay. Hurry up though because I feel a fart coming." I laughed and told him to fuck off but secretly I was absolutely ecstatic to hear that.

In the bathroom I decided just throw some cold water over my cock and settle it down a little, I didn't want to cum now that there was chance it was about to happen again.

When I came back to the bedroom I was surprised to find my friend laying on his stomach in the center of my bed, he was completely butt naked with the covers thrown down to the foot of the bed.

My eyes were immediately drawn to his fully exposed bubble butt. I didn't know what to do so I laughed and asked him:

"What are you doing?"

He poked his head up from the pillow and without looking at me he said "I need a fart but I can't be bothered pinning you down right now, so just stick your face right in there while I do it."

"What!?" I gasped, laughing outwardly but secretly extremely fucking tempted. There was nothing I wanted more than to leap on to the bed and just bury my face right in there. I would have gladly, happily done it - but I didn't want him to know that.

"Do it or I'll sit on your face again and make you."

I laughed it off and told him to fuck off as I climbed back into my side of the bed. I quickly pulled the covers up over myself to hide my growing hard on, the effects of the cold water already completely worn off.

"Last chance to spread my cheeks and stick your face in my ass" he said, mockingly. He even wiggled his butt slightly on the word 'ass' as if he was trying to entice me to it.

"Not happening" I told him, as I wiped the drool from my lips.

And then in a flash he was straddling my face. I weakly put up a fight before he dug his knees in to my arms. I felt his balls slap down heavy against my lips. His crack and cheeks were directly above my eyeline.

I watched as his hands came around and gripped his cheeks and then he spread them open like a book and slowly lowered his bare buttocks right down on to my face.

I was completely buried, smushed deep inside those marshmallow cheeks. And within seconds it happened: he lit rip as promised.

There was no escape for my nostrils, the only available air was this thunderous, smelly fart revving up against my face. I could hear him tell me to smell it as he cackled. I put up a pathetic fight but I mostly did as I was told.

And then he got up, kneeling above my face, in hysterics. I pretended to be disgusted but this time he said: "Don't lie, you love it. You want to eat all of my farts."

I didn't know how to react, I couldn't tell if he was just joking around or if he really knew the truth.

"I don't think I need another one" he said. I remember I was immediately disappointed hearing this thinking that it was all over so quickly. I didn't know what to say so I just said: "Ok."

And then he said, "That fart felt a little dirty, maybe you should lick my asshole clean since you're already down there anyway." He chuckled.

I completely froze. My heart pounded against my chest. I didn't want to say YES PLEASE!, incase he was just kidding around, but I also didn't want to say no - incase he wasn't. I decided on saying nothing as I stared up at those cheeks. I really wanted to be in there but I was too afraid to admit it. In fact there was nothing I wanted more in the whole world than to eat that ass.

Suddenly he spread his cheeks again. "Get ready to lick me clean" he told me. Then he plopped his weight back down on top of my face.

As he sat on my face this time I felt something else, a heavy meaty lump which slapped and bounced against my chin a couple of times as he sat. I knew exactly what it was immediately and I could tell it was as rock hard as mine was. He was enjoying this too!

Underneath his cheeks and feeling more confident knowing how hard he was, I tentatively poked my tongue out, and I tickled his asshole with the tip, just a little. I stopped. I heard him moan. I stuck it out again, more forcefully this time and wiggled it around his asshole, his moans grew louder and then I heard him say " Yeah, eat it. Eat that fucking ass." and he laughed and I fucking did. I buried my tongue into his asshole, licking around it and fucking inside it and I went to town. His booty shaked and jiggled in my face and his balls were slapping my chin as he began to furiously jerk himself off while I ate him.

After a little while I felt like I was about to pass out so I tapped and he let me up for air. As I was gasping he suddenly tucked his rock hard cock behind him between his legs and began slapping it against the lips of my open mouth and strings of wet salty pre-cum webbed all over them. His cock looked much bigger and girthier than mine.

I don't know what came over me but in that moment I suddenly reached up with my mouth agape and I gobbled the tip of his throbbing purple bellend and I sucked every last drop from his soaking tip. When he pulled his cock out from my mouth he slapped it against my cheeks and rubbed the tip of his cock over my lips. I kissed and licked it and he moaned. His balls looked bulging and heavy and round and juicy above me and I reached up and decided to suck a little on his brainy sack too. He laughed and then spread his cheeks: "Get back in that ass, boy." - and with that I was submerged once again.

I ate his hole greedily and as I did I felt him lift the covers away, slide his hand down my stomach and then slip underneath my boxers. I felt his strong hand grip really tightly around my throbbing cock. It felt so strange at first feeling my best friend holding on to my throbbing penis. It felt a little wrong but a lot hot. It had never been gripped so hard before.

Strangely, he didn't jerk me off or even play with it. He just held my cock tightly in his hand as he ordered me to eat his asshole faster and harder. It was as if he was letting me know it was his cock now. It belonged to him and he could just grab it and hold on to it whenever he likes.

I couldn't help but thrust my hips in his grip, I was going insane and was so turned on that I found myself jerking myself off with his hand. Fucking his palm pathetically. He was going to make me do all of the work if I wanted to cum.

When he next let me catch my breath he slid my boxers down my thighs and then patted my balls gently with his free hand, his other hand was still gripped firmly around my cock. His fingers were almost sticking to my cock with all the pre-cum and juices that had been erupting from it.

Suddenly, he scooched further up my face so that his balls were dangling over my eyes. I was still panting when I felt the tip of his cock press against my upper lip. I heard him spit and I felt it land on my tongue. I kept my mouth wide open for him as he spat a couple more times and then suddenly my mouth became full of his juicy throbbing meat and I couldn't help myself but to suck the fuck out of it.

It was my first time so I had no idea how good I was - but I was very enthusiastic. I'd never even considered sucking a cock before but in that moment I would have sucked ANY cock if that was the price to pay to be beneath this prized asset.

He moaned really loudly, his body trembled, whatever I was doing with his cock down my throat he seemed to really enjoy. Then, he pulled his cock from out of my mouth and spoke to me like I'd never heard him speak to anyone before:

"You love being my little ass eating bitch, don't you?"

I didn't know how to react. But becoming swept up in the moment I finally faintly said:

"Yeah."

He slapped his cock against my lips a couple of times.

"What"? He asked, sternly.

"I love it" I said, louder. Finally giving in and accepting my truth.

"You'll eat my ass whenever I tell you to, won't you?" he said, gripping my cock tighter and squeezing a fountain of juices from it.

"Yes.", I said. Trembling and twitching with animalistic and primal horniness.

"And if you don't learn to do it good, I might just have to cuff you to the bed and make you practice for as long as it takes until you eat my butt exactly how I like it."

"Oh, fuck!" I blurted out, my cock burning in his grasp. And suddenly, I erupted! I couldn't contain it any longer. A big fat load shot out and drenched his fingers. I moaned and fucked his palm raw, excreting every last drop.

He laughed and I felt the hot gooey mess being wiped on my stomach and chest before feeling his fingers dip into my mouth. I sucked the cum right off of them and licked his fingers clean.

After he pulled his fingers from my mouth he gave me a light slap to the face and told me I still had some ass eating to do and then he sat back down on my face and I licked and fucked and sucked his asshole as he jerked himself off. I felt his hot steamy load spread across my chest just a few minutes later.

Maybe an hour had passed when we were spooning in bed. My cock was sandwiched all snug between his thick warm cheeks. It began to grow and throb again and then he reached behind, grabbed his cheeks and started to massage them into my cock which grew long and hard between his buns.

When I was fully erect and dribbling he gripped my cock in between his cheeks and began thrusting it up and down, giving me an amazing ass-job. His cheeks became lubed up and moist with all of the pre-cum dribbling all over them and this only made it look juicier and glistening.

I was close to exploding when he stopped and told me to turn around and lay flat on my back, which I did without a word. He gripped my cock in his hand and he told me to grip his and then he told me all the nasty and filthy things he was going to make me do as his ass worshipping slave. We jerked eachother off, and I was instructed to keep the same pace as him and told I wasn't allowed to cum until he did. Not long afterwards, we both came together at the exact same time.