A Gassy Offer for Cocky Help
The day was hot and humid, and I could feel the sweat trickling down my back as I sat at my desk, staring at the blinking cursor on my computer screen. I was dreading to write another word of my essay; it felt like an insurmountable task. My eyes wandered around the room, searching for inspiration or any kind of relief from the looming deadline.
Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. I hesitated for a moment before answering it, hoping against hope that it wasn't another one of my professors coming to check on my progress. To my surprise, it was one of my classmates whom I didn't really know very well. He introduced himself as Max and asked if he could come in.
"Look," he said, taking a seat across from me, "I'm not very good at this writing stuff either. I really need your help." His eyes darted nervously around the room before landing on me again. "I'll do anything to get a good grade on this essay."
My eyes widened in surprise as he made his offer. "Anything?" I asked carefully.
"Yes," he said, biting his lip nervously. "I mean, I've never done anything like this before, but..." His voice trailed off, and a faint whiff of something unpleasant reached my nose. It was then that I realized what was happening - he was farting.
Max's face turned red, and he tried to cover his ass with one hand while apologizing profusely. "I'm so gassy today," he explained, "they just keep slipping out." I couldn't help but chuckle at his predicament. It wasn't like I hadn't smelled worse things before, and it was kind of cute the way he was trying to contain himself.
"Well," I said, trying to ignore the lingering smell of his farts, "it's not like I haven't smelled worse things before." I paused, considering his offer. "Tell you what. Why don't you fart on my cock instead?"
Max blinked in surprise before breaking out into a grin. "Really?" he asked, obviously relieved. "Great! I've always wondered what it would feel like." He stood up and started unbuttoning his pants, revealing a pair of tight boxer briefs that did little to hide his excitement.
I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the onslaught of farts. As Max let out the first one, it hit me square in the face, causing me to cough and sputter. But then the second and third ones hit me, and I realized that they were aimed at my crotch. The warmth and pressure were actually quite pleasant, and I couldn't help but harden under the assault.
Max let out a few more farts, each one landing directly on my dick. His face was flushed with excitement, and he was panting slightly. "God, this feels amazing," he moaned, closing his eyes in bliss.
After what felt like an eternity, Max opened his eyes and stepped back, panting heavily. "I think that's enough for now," he said, his voice shaking. "But you have to promise me one thing."
"What's that?" I asked, still feeling slightly dazed from the onslaught of farts.
"You can't cum yet," he said, looking me in the eyes. "I might need more help in the future, and I want a nice, fat nut next time."
I nodded, promising that I wouldn't cum yet. As Max started to pull up his pants, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of twisted turn my life had taken to lead me to this moment. But then again, desperate times called for desperate measures, and I had to admit that this was one of the most interesting ways I'd ever received help with my writing.
