"Oh... oh god..." Brian gasps as he finally gets clear air for the first time in 3 hours. There was no way in hell he could take another 3 hours of that. He would do anything to stop it... oh god... he would...
"Weeeeell Brian? What's it gonna be, eh? Eh?" asked Peter.
Brian couldn't stand this anymore. He struggled hard, escaped from beneath Peters ass, and ran. Just as he reached the door, however, his body convulsed and he screamed out in pain, clutching at the collar around his neck. Peter had him pressed into a corner with his ass again not long after that.
"Okay..." Brian almost sobs into Peters ass, "Okay, I'll eat your..." Brian hesitated, not wanting to say it.
"Eat my what Brian? What do you wanna eat?" Peter asked in the tone he always used when fucking with people.
"I'll eat your shit, okay!" Brian yelled. How could his best friend do this to him?
"Ehehehehehehehehe, gross. Brian wants to eat poop." Peter giggled. "Now open your toilet Brian, this is gonna be a big one."
Brian reluctantly opened his mouth as Peter wiggled his way over Brians open mouth and sat down, forcing it open and pressed against Peters moist, stinking asshole, with his dick resting on Brians nose.
Peter looked down and into Brians eyes with a big grin on his face as Brian felt hot air enter his mouth. His cheeks puffed out as his mouth filled up with Peters silent but deadly fart. Brian almost retched as the rancid, bitter, spicy flavor of Peters fart settled in his mouth and on his tongue.
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