Sam got irritaed, and realized if he wanted to play video games, he had to keep Blaine from moving.
He thought for a moment, then a sly grin spread across his face. Sam got up and walked over to Blaine, his naked body glistening with sweat. He straddled Blaine's head, his thighs on either side of Blaine's face, and slowly lowered himself down.
Blaine's eyes widened in horror as Sam's naked ass descended onto his face, the warm skin making contact with his cheeks and nose. Sam's weight pressed down, squishing Blaine's face into the mattress. The smell of the teens swampy taint and rotten gas wafted up, making Blaine's stomach churn.
Sam wiggled his hips, grinding his ass into Blaine's face. As he did this, his long, uncut cock swung back and forth, slapping against his thighs with a soft smacking sound. The foreskin slid back and forth, revealing the pink head of his cock, which glistened with a small bead of precum. Sam's low hanging balls, heavy with cum, swung pendulously, slapping against his Blaine’s face as he moved. The stench of sweat and wet dank farts wafted up from his ass, mingling with the musky scent of his cock, creating a potent aroma that filled Blaine's nostrils. Blaine's eyes watered as he struggled to breathe, his face squished into the mattress by Sam's weight.
Just as Blaine was about to pass out from the overwhelming stench, the door to his bedroom burst open and his brother Cooper walked in, a look of confusion on his face. "What the...?" he trailed off, taking in the scene before him. Sam was still sitting on Blaine's chest, his rear end inches from Blaine's face, while Blaine's eyes were watering and his face was turning blue. Cooper's eyes widened in surprise as he took a step back, his hand covering his nose. "Dude, what's going on here?" he asked, his voice muffled by his hand.
Sam explained, his voice still muffled by the fact that his rear end was still inches from Blaine's face, "I was just teaching Blaine a lesson, Cooper. He can't handle a little gas." Cooper's eyes widened even further as he took in the scene, his hand still covering his nose. "A lesson? By sitting on his face?" Cooper asked, his voice laced with amusement. Sam nodded, a smug look on his face. "Yeah, he needs to learn to toughen up and that guys don’t get all embarrassed about a little gas." Blaine, still struggling to breathe, let out a weak protest, but it was muffled by Sam's body.
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