I Can't Sleep 3

I make my way through the living room, to the couch. It may be dangerous sleeping or here. My uncle sleeps out here, but he usually works late shifts nowadays, coming in at around 1:30. He's usually nicer than everyone else, so I don't know if he'll be safe or dangerous.

My uncle is the only man in this house that can give my dad a run for his money, but, like Matthew, he doesn't really do anything when my dad or brother get me. He's more of a rugged, outdoorsy type compared to my white collar dad. A true man's man, he treats me more like his niece than a nephew, and he's been that way since I was six. He's big and powerful. My dad is too, but my uncle's built in a more thick, or hefty way. My dad's a bit rubenesque, but my uncle is thick.

He'll overpower me for sure, but maybe I can outrun him. Either way, he'll probably understand what's going on and leave me be.
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The couch is so comfortable. Laying down and closing my eyes, I drift off to sleep. I'm so tired, I don't even turn on the TV.
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I'm...half-awake. It sounds like the door just closed. My uncle comes in. As his eyes reach me on the couch, he knows what he has to do. He takes off his jacket, turns around, pulls down his pants, and sits on me.

Right on my face. In his underwear. So I fully wake up under his huge, sweaty ass, barely having time to react. As if the smell isn't hateful enough as it is, my nose and upper lip are burned by a huge fart. _No, not again!_ I wince in despair underneath him. My uncle shows no remorse or regret.

I'm done. My uncle was my last hope. I try to lift his smelly ass off of me, but I don't have the slightest bit of energy left. If everything weren't so vivid and real, I would consider this being a dream. He lets out an immensely thick fart in my face before forcing himself down, easily overpowering me, and confirming that this is reality. He sighs " aaaah yeah," as he does it. His gut rumbles. There's a storm brewing deep inside of him.
So he proceeds to give me a 'stinkface,' at least that's what I call it. He's sitting on me, rubbing me in deep, grinding his raunchy ass on my face without even acknowledging my presence any further. His sweat smears into my nose and on my face, and his rubbing and grinding takes the odor deeper and deeper. He lets out a short blast while doing so, with only a soft moan in response, continuing without missing a beat.

His ass begins to rotate in circles, rubbing on me much slower. Maybe to emphasize the situation to me. This is hell. I feel so pathetic. He mumbles something like "little runt" under his breath. I scream,
"UNCLE HOLT THEY ALL FARTED-ON-ME-I-DIDN'T-GET-YOU-SLEEP-ALL-NIGHT!!!"He grabs my head, keeps me still, and lets out a mega fart on me, moaning once out of relief during it. My face fully absorbs it and the powerful blast only makes a muffled sound. Only him and I could ever know the true power of that fart.

He rubs his ass on my face, which goes deeper between his meaty cheeks. He wiggles his butt a little bit before releasing an airy fart on my lips. With this one, it isn't just the sound, it's the otherworldly smell. It stinks worse than the devil's front porch! I groan, once again struggling to hide my excitement. He proceeds to plant a mean one in my nose and down my stomach. Whew! This one has me on the verge of tears. And his strength over me, towering over me literally. This is so humiliating.
He grabs the remote and turns on the TV. I try again to push his big butt off of me, but his size and strength completely overpower me. He takes a swig of his beer while I lay defenseless under him. Before I know it, he lets out another big fart.
He taps his belly, getting comfortable as he relaxes after a long shift. His way of relaxing, clearly, is farting on his nephew's little face until it reeks for the world to smell for days.

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Uncle drops a 6 second, growly fart on me. It smells atrocious. Oh man!

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What!? Ugh! Oh my god, I hate this! I...I

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“Ahh" My uncle sighs.
I can't get out! I can't escape! All I can do is accept my fate and the stink

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I scream up his ass. My uncle told me a long time ago that doing that makes him feel even better. I don't want this, but I almost want to please him for being so dominant. Why are you doing this to me? Oh god, that smell is so powerfu-

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Oh my god, it's a barrage! It echoes down my throat. I’m dry heaving on the stench that coats the back of my throat. Gas is all I can taste now. I can't escape. I can't live like this. It's suffocating, and as soon as I know it, another one bursts out. He's strong like a horse, and isn't budging, sitting still and making me suffer in his odor.

"WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME!?" I yell, begging. Pleading for an answer. "What did I do!? WHY?!"
My uncle's silence is broken,
"Because I'm a man, sweetie, and because you're the youngest." He takes another swig of beer, "and because you're a queer." He cuts a short, bubbly fart that is muffled by my face. "Ah...When you're older, you'll look back on this and jack off until you can't no more. It'll do you good." He takes another swig of his beer, "it's where a queer belongs."
Wh-wha? He rips a mean one right in my mouth as I silently word that.
"Mm. Don't fight it, boy." Uncle Holt scoots down and grabs something. He rips another one of his booming butt bombs. The warm gas assaults my stomach. His gaseous butt fumes quickly flow up to my nose and has me wincing.
"Ahh, boy, I'm gonna help you learn a lesson you'll remember for the rest of your life." I stare at his butt as he bends over. It gently rubs my belly as he gets what he wants.
"And I could smell your dad's farts on ya. He stunk you up somethin' fierce!" He waves a hand in his face before taking his seat on mine again "God damn. Even when we were growing up, your dad always let 'em rip like a man."
He proceeds to let out a ten second fart on my nose.

"Now you lay there and take it, you here me, boy…HGGH”

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He sighs, once again blowing me away with his horrendous stench. So it's going to continue. The smell. Oh no, it's really thick. I'm struggling, that stench is atrocious. Absolutely atrocious!
"Stop moving, son, it's for your own good."

But I can't, and not just because of the smell...
I want to touch myself so bad, but his big, hairy ass is keeping my arms pinned down. So I can't even touch myself. All I can do is scratch, tap, and lightly hit his outstanding backside. I can't move my arms outside of a slight struggle without giving in to his superior strength.

"Woa-hoah, we gotta fighter." My uncle says with joy.

"Uncle Henry, please..." Before I know it, he burns my nose with another hot fart. A silent one. If I could count it, it'd be 5-7 seconds. And it's a stinker.
"There, that should keep you quiet." He says,
The TV sounds like it's on. So does his phone.

"It's not fair." I say softly.
"What's that, boy?"
"I...I don't think it's fair..." I hesitate,
"Hmm? Why don't you think it's fair, son?"
the vibration from each of my words carried up his butt.
"I think I should be equal to you guys."

"Get up, boy." He says. Is that really all it took? I'm free? No, that can't be it. I do as I'm told, sitting next to him. He gets up. My eyes are glued to his round ass, hugged well by his pants, with a slight wedgie. He sits his beautiful ass firmly in my dick.
"There, now tell me we're equal. Tell me you're not a woman." He braces himself before letting out a wall-shaking monster fart on my rock-hard penis to prove a point. It vibrates with intensity and strength, sending two powerful waves of pleasure throughout my body, causing me to squirm under my macho uncle. He caps it off with a deep grunt before laying back, now fully comfortable.
"This feels good," he says before quickly flexing his buttcheeks...on my dick...flexing it...squeezing it for a second. Holy crap this...this is creepy as hell...it...almost feels lovely. So powerful and passionate. My penis throbs. Begging for that intense feeling again.
Uncle Holt proceeds to rip a barrage of farts; covering me in his butt fumes and corrupting my boner with his putrid gas. A strong and intense beam of pleasure once again fills me and my dick, even though the smell has my eyes tearing up. Uncle Holt quickly breaks me.
Why? Is this helping them out in some way? Is this to show you their appreciation. Is it a need to show you in a way that reminds you what they are?
I'm so confused, but I'm so turned on. It's like something is changing in me.
I have no control. The fact that I can't get out of this, something about this is...so...appealing...
Who did this? Why is this happening to me? And who made these rules?

He grunts really loud, "UGHH” –FFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTT

Uncle Holt rips a beastly fart on my boner. It happens immediately after he grunts, like it couldn't wait to get out. It's so thick and monstrously loud! My balls tingle as he passes it. The pressure is amazing on my dick, but I can't escape. Even though I find this so titillating, I can't get away or have any sense of control. I pat him on the back, but Uncle Holt isn't here to be sweet. He grinds his ass hard. REALLY hard. His big ass covers my dick and my stomach, matching the rest of his tall, burly body. So it's easy for him to dominate me with only his back end. He gets up and shoves me down. My head is now back on his cushion.

He puts on a video from some website with these two lesbians before pulling down his pants. Oh my god.

His thick, hairy ass is pointed directly towards my face. This is insane! No, anything but this – anything!! His rump is so inviting. I recoil, quivering with deep anticipation. How do I get out of this? This is gonna smell horrible!
"Look up, boy." I nervously do as I'm told as he sits on my face. His ass is so big, firm, and dominating, and his asscrack is so hairy. He scratches his right butt cheek, knowing full and well that he's in control. His barely-reachable hole is right over my nose. He starts to grind my face. It almost feels as though he's using my nose to pleasure himself while watching his porn. It keeps rubbing deep in his ass.
"I want this smell to stay with you." He eventually moves down a bit.
"You damn disgusting pig, put your tongue out and clean my ass. I want you to taste what ol' Uncle Holt's got packing."
He punctuates his order with a fart against my lips. They vibrate from the force. He moans. I can't actually do this. Part of my brain keeps telling me not to. Sensing my long hesitation, he cuts a 5 or 6 second fart. It's like he has them timed! The way it tickles against my lips almost makes me laugh, but the stench is so bad.
"Now, get to licking or I'll gass you until you pass out, boy!"

You feel defeated in your response,
"Ugh...Uh...I guess maybe I can...just...lick the crack?" I nervously tell my thickly-built uncle, "Smells pretty strong though."

"Uh-huh," my uncle responds before farting again in my nose. I'm paralyzed for a second after that. He grabs me by the head to make sure I'm positioned perfectly, "There we go," he grunts.
Regaining what little composure I had beforehand, I give in and kiss his butt. The second butt I've kissed tonight. I lick his crack up and down. The taste is horrible! Suddenly, he lets loose three big farts that make me cough. He moans and starts grinding his butt all over my face. "Yeah, keep licking that crack!"
• • •
You're so tiny, licking this powerman's crack. "Hold your tongue against my hole now!" You do what he tells you and he lets loose a big, airy fart. As your tongue presses against his tight hole, his gaseous fart coats it completely.
"There ya go, Baby," he says. "You see how good this feels? You just can't get enough, can you?"
Oh-h-ho man...you've never heard him talk like this before.
He grips and massages your dick through your underwear. As he leans back up, he proceeds to massage it with what you believe must be his foot. He giggles, bouncing his big ass on your face, enjoying the feeling.

"Yeah, clean my ass, boy!"
FRRRT! Your tongue is singed by a thick fart. It scares you. "Don't let these man farts intimidate you, kiddo, get used to them." The smell is so strong, but • • • I enjoy this situation.

After a few swipes along the crack, I zero in on the hole. He moans two seconds after I shove my tongue in.

"Faggot, that tongue was made to lick the shithole of real men, SUPERIOR men. If a cock gives you life, I'll tell you now, a man's ass is your home." He shakes his butt on my face,
"Mmmm, your little tongue against my hairy hole makes my dick hard." He says in a deep, almost villainous voice. "You being back there where I can't see you, making the noises of a woman. That's where you belong, making me proud."
• • •
You slide your tongue as deep into his shithole as you can, swirling it up and down.
"Hmmmmmm, thanks, darl'," moans Uncle Holt as he wipes his ass on your tongue. "Your old man is gonna love this little tongue of yours, and you will love his shithole, won't you, princess? Hmmmm. Now here comes another one, babe."

A thick fart escapes his backside, and as the gas escapes into your mouth, butterflies fill you up. Your dick presses inside your underpants. Why is this happening to you. It's like something is changing in you.
• • •

I try to move my head, but his ass makes it absolutely impossible. He is truly in complete control of me, and he barely has to do anything to maintain that control outside of simply sitting down and relaxing. Something about this is...so...appealing...
I kiss my uncle's ass. I french kiss his hole and slide my tongue into his butthole, gliding my little, barely stretched tongue into my uncle further and further while holding open my mouth. But then my tongue pokes against something thick, bitter, and log-like. I withdraw my tongue with absolute fear.
"That's for if you're disobedient. Don't cross me, boy."
Oh good.....good. I shiver, and suck lovingly on his ass. I need to make sure he's satisfied because I do NOT want that in my stomach.

"Hmmmm, oh, yea, baby, that's so hot, if I were in that room I'd make you bitches do whatever I say." He's reacting to the video... "C'mon, boy. You know you can do it. Lay that tongue flat on my hole. Here comes a thick one, baby." Uncle pushes another massive fart out of his ass into my open mouth.
When it ends, I lick his hole with my tongue flat on his ass like he ordered.
"Hmmm, that feels so good. Thank you, boy," praises my uncle as he reaches down and massages my dick. "I'm starting to feel proud."

He starts grinding his ass hard on my face. Really hard. When he finishes, he pushes his ass down so deep that my head barely pokes out of the mould of the couch. I'm likely barely visible. I can barely see. He shoves himself further. I can barely breathe.
"Dedicate that airway to me, boy."
I move my tongue around to accommodate him, but it's hard with his ass pressing my mouth so well. My arms move back to a wider position to give me leverage in pushing him off.

"Keep those hands down, rubbing my cheeks, boy. Don't bring them up again."

Instinctively my hands go back, even though I'm doing everything I can to breathe. His weight, strength and force keep me down. Escaping is impossible, and a hard flex from his cheeks now keep my head firmly in place. I flail around underneath my massive uncle.

"Alright, alright," Uncle Holt says, standing up a bit while still looking at the TV. "Catch your breath, sunshine. You keep on like that and you'll pass out, and it's too early for that now."

This beautiful man has no mercy, but is sweet at the same time. Hard to describe, hard to understand, but he fills in my deep desires and needs. He comes back and sits hard on my face within 10 seconds, then proceeds to break wind relentlessly, leaving me screaming of joy with every stroke at my penis. He enjoys the vibrations of my screams. My muscles twitch.
"Ya gonna tell me you like this yet, baby?" Uncle Holt groans after a really good fart.
My body stiffens with pleasure, my back trying to arch off the couch, but his weight preventing it. The way he's stroking me has me so hot, I completely submit to him.
I don't know if I want to beg him to get off, or tell him I love him. I can't really do either because my mouth can't form a cohesive sentence right now.

He eases down and grabs my dick harder, deep into the palm of his hand. I let out a surprised moan. His thumb rubs the top of my head. The sensation of his callused hand brings a flush of heat to my skin.



"They didn't teach you this in fucking kiddie school, huh?" he asked. "Don't worry, kid, I'll take care of ya."

Uncle Holt grabs my head again and guides me between his huge butt. I part my lips to lick the tight hole a couple of times, tasting the salty skin and sticking my tongue against it, gently. He groans, a shiver goes down his spine and he shakes his ass against my face.

"Good job, boy," he moans with enthusiasm. "You're doing just fine. Here, press your tongue against my hole again so you can taste a man's fart."
He puckers his shithole around my tongue. He then lets go of a short, thick fart. In my mouth! I got a taste of his fart!
I open my lips a bit to let the smelly air out. The taste is indescribable. Foul. Bitter. But it's making my cock jump again.
When he farted I got my tongue in way deeper than before. It was almost stuck now in his sphincter. I moved it around a little bit.

"Oh... that's nice... AAAAAhhhhhhhhh... keep doing it!"

His moans gives me the confidence to do more.
He shows me where to slide my tongue to tease him, and when and how to increase my speed. I run my tongue along the tight folds in his asshole, and he moans in approval. He reaches down and gropes the tip of my dick, reaffirming his compliment by encouraging me to continue.
Ball hairs stroke the top of my chest. They move in rhythm. He's jerking off. I gently rub his hairy cheeks.
He angles his ass and helps me set the pace he wants.

"Don't fucking stop!" he growled. "Worship your Uncle Holt's asscheeks, baby. That feels so fucking good."

I do as I'm ordered, squeezing him before gently rubbing his cheeks in circles. Appreciating the mass and roundness of this powerful ass on top of me. I then tap them. As I do this, I catch myself forgetting to lick him. Pressing my tongue back in there, I lick the spot again. He grunts again, and responds with a short fart. How does he have so many farts ready for me? It tastes so rotten, but it doesn't faze me as I continue to pleasure him.

"Good. Now rapidly tongue-fuck me. I want to get off while sitting on your face."

Woah...my uncle's about to cum with his face on my ass!

"Go faggot!"

His body is as tense as a bow, and I move into him faster. Instinctively, my tongue starts to explore his crack before diving into his shithole. He doesn't seem to have a problem with what I'm doing. In fact, he continues to moan. Soon, his moans turn animalistic as his ass closes around my tongue.

I never thought of myself as someone who could enjoy getting this personal with someone. I never knew it was possible to get yourself off by only eating ass. It's nuts, but the moans coming out of my uncle's mouth right now...
His moans sends thrills shooting up my spine. My uncle is a badass fucking king, and he has me out of control. It feels good.

His moans grow lower, but more animalistic.

"Do it, boy, tongue fuck me till I cum!"

I shove and withdraw my tongue as fast as I can. He is jerking off furiously; his balls slap on my chest. His body gets tense again, and his balls tighten. He throws his head back, sounding like he's almost in pain. His chest heaves as he finally lets out a grunt that makes me tremble in satisfaction. I lap my tongue on his asshole.

He breathes heavy. "Cunt, shove as deep inside my shithole as you can." He's close.

I push my face into his crack, so far that again I can't find a way to breathe.

The man roars. His shithole constricts around my tongue. His body pulses as he sits on my face. It doesn't even sound like he's breathing. He finally takes a breath. We both relax, but I still feel his aftershocks on my tongue. His face isn't in front of me, I know that his orgasm must have been intense and lengthy. All of his cum landed on my shirt. I'm now covered in his cum AND his gas.


"Now you can cum, ya punk." He orders. I'm about to explode! "Oh no ya don't!" He yells, stopping me. Why? What is he doing?? He just said...
"You lost that privilege tonight, boy, disobeying your old man like that. You get back in his bedroom." What? But I...I was so close. Oh man...

I guess earlier, my erection pulsed and ejected a globe of precum into my underpants. I sigh with extreme frustration, “Can I please? Can I please have permission to empty my balls?”

He shook his head, “No, not yet. I, however, am going to go rub out my second one today. Think about that while your penis is nuzzled between your dad's cheeks. Think about exactly what I’m doing, and how I don’t need anybody’s permission to do it."

"Right now, the place for that thing is sandwiched between his cheeks like he says. He'll tell you if you can cum in the morning."
He gets up and cuts a massive wet fart square in my face.
"I need to take a dump" he announces,
"N-no problem, sir," I respond, shuddering

I walk behind him and pass him in my way to dad's room.
"-sigh- Even after all that, I can still smell your old man's ass on you."
God, even the way Uncle Holt talks turns me on.

As I head to my dad's room, my uncle grabs something and heads to the bathroom to push out that massive log he almost had waiting for me.

As I open the door, the smell of his gas hits me right in the face. My shirt still has my uncle's cum on it. If I get back into position, it'll stick to my dad. So I take the shirt off. I guess I'll be sleeping behind him shirtless.
I'll snuggle back up to my dad. The first thing I have to do is stick my head back under those covers and crawl back up. Oh boy.
I peek my head under the covers and the smell that has already filled the room now hits me like a brick. My nose tingles as a silent fart, bursts from his chiseled, brief-clad ass. It reminds me that I'll be facing his farts on one of his even gassier nights.
When I get to the pillow, I rest my hard cock between his cheeks as he snores. The stink keeps with me as my dick absorbs the smell. I don't know how I can do this, but I'm going to have to find a way to get some sleep. How is this going to work? His gas is sinking into my dick. They all keep doing this. It reeks! My uncle, my brother, my dad. I have to cum right now, but I can't! My dad is gonna fart on me in the morning, I just know it! I shiver behind this powerful man as he sleeps.

All I can think about is my dad, my uncle's awesome, hairy ass, and my brother's wrestling. But mostly my dad since he's right here, ruling me in his sleep. Although that being said, my uncle's gas still tastes fresh on my tongue. And I wonder if my brothers heard any of the things they happened. I fantasize all night.
I fall asleep, but I wake up two times. Both times, my dick manages to soften up, then I instantly realize where it is, and bone up again. As I sleep, I dream of him, John and my uncle farting on me constantly, non-stop.
By the time we wake up from his alarm, he's on top of me, pressing and cornering me between the bed and the wall. His ass is still on my penis, and he's been farting all night. I instantly get super hard. Oh god, I almost want to cry. I want to touch myself down there. I wanna give in to this itch, this urge.

I dreamed of him and my uncle farting on me non-stop. Now, waking up to him on top of me in this position is enough to make me shiver and squirm with excitement. He gets up while farting on my dick, then continues his incredibly long fart, as his ass presses against it. Oh my god! I want to jack off so badly!
He's not done, though. Now he's awake and remembers me. So his farts just now we're just part of his regular routine. With knowledge of me there, he moves his ass directly in front of my nose.

He looks back at me, and grunts as he nods his head. His face full of pride.
He grunts and lets out another beastly morning fart in my face.

PPPPTPRPTRPTRPTRPTRPTPPSSSS

Yep. Definitely a beer fart. My nose crinkles underneath him. I got a good taste out of this one. "Good, you survived the night." He sits on my face and stays here for a bit so my face can absorb the gas. Oh yesssss.

Eventually this King gets up to pee. Watching this man walk to the bathroom, I go wild in his bed. Sniffing the air. Rubbing myself against his tightly-sheeted mattress, humping it even. I'm lost in his gas. Oh man, what a family. When he comes out, my dick catches his eye.
He comes back to me. His share size is so intimidating. He turns around and sits on my face, farting again. What he does next is stunning. He grabs my erection and starts jacking me off. Oh no! He's going to make me cum!

"This'll humiliate ya good. Start the weekend off right!"

He takes his time, giving me the best and first handjob I've ever had. He edges me continuously, stopping me before I can cum, building it up before I explode. Then I pass out on the bed already in the morning.

This might be one of the most interesting nights of my life so far. The smell follows me, and I can taste it on my tongue.


For the next few days, I carry a rotten stink around me. A stink from that particular night. My brothers take special note of it over and over again. But on the first morning, my Uncle decided to add to it. He farted on me, pushing his big ass onto my leg abdomen,

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A giant fart exploded out of him, and everyone cheered. Uncle let out a loud grunt of relief. I gagged behind him, surrounded by pure stink.

"Dude that was so fucking brutal!" Matthew laughed.

"Wanna get in line?" Uncle Holt asked.

"Nah, I think I'm gonna finish my plate first"

Meanwhile, I'm constantly beating off: morning, noon, & night. I fuckin' love it! I'm rarely flaccid! I orgasm so much I swear that my nuts should shrink.
This is a pretty odd life. It can be annoying at times, but...I'm pretty grateful for my family. I wouldn't screw this up for anything.