The next kid to walk over to your head was a skater kid who looked to be about 10 years old and had dirty blond hair. He stood over you and slowly lowered his butt, as if he were taunting you. He stopped an inch from your face and blew a fart before sitting down fully. He began to smother you between each fart so you breath them in more. The smell was really starting to get to you, especially after the third and fourth ones. Just like Lewis, the skater pulled his boxers down and sat back down on your face. He looked and saw that he still had 2 minutes left, so he got comfortable and started to slowly rub his bare butt back and forth, waiting until the last possible second to release his last fart. Meanwhile, you were stuck smelling this ten year old kids dirty, stinky butt as he began to rub faster. He even hummed a little tune to himself out loud and rubbing to the beat. When the clock reached 2 seconds, he blasted a humongous fart that lasted about 5 seconds. "Man, I was holding that in for 2 minutes. I feel so much better now." Meanwhile, you felt like you wanted to die just to escape the stink hell you were in.
After the skater got up and you were given a minute to rest, some kid from Lewis' class layed down and had everyone else roll you over so your face was laying in his butt. He didnt have as much gas as the others, and it didnt stink as bad either. If you were going to try to take it easy with your pick, you would probably pick him since he only farted twice during the three minutes.
The last kid to go was the one you thought might be the worst, and your thoughts were confirmed as he placed his rump on your face and you got your first sniff. You almost wanted to throw up already, and he hasn't even started yet. Once he unleashed the torrent of farts, you instantly knew that he absolutely had the worst farts out of all of them. And it was made that much worse when he started to shake his butt back and forth and began to break a sweat. Now your nose was burning with his terrible farts and your face was damp with crack sweat. After what seemed like an eternity buried underneath all that fat, 11 year old butt meat, the three minute mark finally ended and you were now faced with a choice. Either you could try to lie and say that the kid with very little gas was the worst, or you could pick the fat kid and avoid the risk of having to do it for 2 hours.
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