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Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: July 19th, 2009

“Alright, see ya Carrie,” I said.

She smiled a not so innocent smile at me but I didn’t notice at the time.

“Bye guys, have a good night. Dean, make sure he gets home okay.”

“Will do, adios Car.”

She waved and then turned to walk to her house.


Dean turned to me, “Let’s get food.”

“Dude, I don’t know. Our eyes...they’re fucked up.”

“Believe me man, they get this all the time.”

“If you say so.”

“And dude, you can stop acting high. She’s gone.”

“I’m not acting man. This is serious!”

“I’m just joking man, chill back.”

I settled back into my chair, tired.


I woke up the next morning in my bed but I was unsure wholly about the journey there.

My phone was ringing. In a sleepy haze I reached for it and answered.


“Hey, Ron, did I wake you?”

“No, I was getting up.”

“Cool, so did you enjoy last night.”

“Yes, yeah, it was great. Thanks for sharing that with me.”

“Any time bub.”

“In fact, I was wondering...I mean, I know that shit ain’t cheap...can I pay you back in some way?”

“Nah man, you don’t have to do that.”

“Are you sure? I really would like to make it up to you somehow.”

There was a decent pause; I wondered what was going on. I was about to say something to check if the connection but finally she spoke again.

“You know what, come over...we can probably think of something you can do.”

I paused, catching my breath.

Let’s stop the story here for a moment for some necessary plot dump. Carrie is a friend of mine, I hadn’t known her that well when I asked her out one night out of the blue following spending the whole day with her with my group of friends. She shot me down. Now, a few weeks later, following a night getting high with her and apparently making inappropriate advances while stoned (so Dean tells me), she was inviting me over under odd circumstances for something vague but highly possible as something sexual. Then again, maybe she just wanted me to clean her house. Then again, maybe she wanted me to clean her. Then again...


I was in my own head a little too long apparently.

“Uh...oh, yeah, sorry. Sure, cool, I’ll be over there soon.”

“See ya soon then.”

Hastily, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, got up, showered quickly, and threw on some cool but casual attire. Carrie only lives seven minutes away; I got there in two.


“Hey Ron, come in, come in.”


“You doing okay?”

“I’m alright, a little racing in my thoughts at times...I mean, more than usual.”

“Interesting, never heard of that one. To be honest, you’re quite remarkable with that shit that happens to you stoned; never seen anything like it.”

“Thanks...I think.”

She laughed.

It became awkward after that, silences filled the spaces between pieces of conversation.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“No, thank you though.”

“Would you like to sit down?”

“Sure, thanks.”

I sat on the loveseat; she sat on an armchair nearby.

“So, here we are,” I said.

“Yup,” she smiled.

“So what did you have in mind Car?”

“Well, what would you say if I have another drug for you to try?”

“Initial thought is hesitant but excited.”

“I like it, willing but not overeager.”

“So what is this drug cause I should tell you, I don’t like needles.”

“No worries, no needles involved.”

“Cool, so what is this drug called?”

“I’m gonna let you be surprised.”

“ where is it?”

“I’ll get it but you have to do something for me.”

“What’s that?”

“Get on your knees and close your eyes.”

“Oh kinky,” I said as I did as she asked.

“Isn’t it though?” She asked rhetorically, a smile on her face.

I closed my eyes, the last thing I saw was her smile.

The next thing I felt was flesh, soft bare flesh on my face. Was this really happening? And for that matter, what was ‘this?’ I opened my eyes, I was face-to-face with what looked like a puckered asshole. I started to retreat my head but hands shot out and grasped the back of my head and forced it closer. I started to wiggle in a panic.

“Shhh...relax, Ron, relax. This is good, I promise you.”

“Really? Because from this angle it just looks like me in your ass crack!” I mumbled angrily.

“Quiet, if you can talk you aren’t doing this right. Stick your mouth over my asshole.”

“Are you fucking serious?! Let me go!”

“Hey, you said you wanted to pay me back...this is how you can and also enjoy a little something you can’t buy from some alley dealer.”

“I think I’d rather pass.”

“Too late, it’s coming.”

“What is?”

She didn’t answer. She lifted my head a little higher and forced my mouth over her asshole. There was no gap between my lips and the skin around her rim.”

“There. Now, I can do a lot but I can’t make you breathe so do it right so you don’t waste any. Do it like weed: breathe in deep, inhale again, and then breathe out.

I continued struggling but she held me tight

“Wah m I brthing?”

“I can’t understand you, just shut up and breathe as soon as you hear a noise.”

It wouldn’t be long.


A huge fart rushed out of the asshole of a girl I had fantasized about, dirty sock on my member. Those nighttime dreams were shattering as her gas filled my mouth. The taste was indescribably terrible.

She released her hold on me and I quickly backed away from her, she looked at me, sly, evil smile on her face; her bare ass just standing there, pants and panties around her ankles.

I gave her a look of anger but things changed, my face relaxed and I smiled, I think. She smiled cutely in response.

“Feeling it?”

“I think, yeah, perhaps, maybe.”

“Want another hit?”


“Get in there then.”

And I did. I rushed my face in between her cheeks, my mouth right up against her moist hole. I kissed it once and she giggled.


A large silent fart rushed quickly out of her. I inhaled it like it was my lifeblood and I held it in my mouth and I sucked it in deep till I could suck in nothing more. I was in heaven.


“Fuck yeah!”

“I think I got one more, if you want...”

“Let’s do it.”

She smiled proudly.

I put my face in between her cheeks and within seconds she blew.


The air rushed into my mouth, inflating my cheeks to near bursting.

Everything bad about this experience no longer mattered, the wretched taste was very tolerable, the smell was becoming delectable, and the high was amazing.

I stared at her as she pulled up her pants, God she’s beautiful.

She turned and caught me starting, she smiled. She helped me to my feet and we sat on the loveseat together.

“Car, you know, I know I fall in love too easily and very quickly but I do love you. I think we could have something special.”

“Ron, you’re a great guy; I shared this with you because I really like you...”

My eyes light up.

“ a friend,” she put her hand on mine.

My smile turned to a slight frown of disappointment.

“I know, Ron. I know.”

“So just friends.”

“I’m afraid so.”

“I guess that will have to be okay.”

She reached over and grabbed my head, kissing me passionately. I backed away, confused.

“No one said we couldn’t be friends with benefits,” she said, smiling.

I smiled too and we began to make out.

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