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Under L. Marie

When I was a sophomore in High School, a long ass time ago I know, I went to a party with a girlfriend. There was this cute blue-eyed, dread locked, punky kid I had a bit of a crush on. We all were drinking various combinations of Mike's Hard Lemonade, liquor with any mixer we could find and beers left over from each of our parent's fridges. As is always the case when there's a party thrown by a bunch of kids without fake ID'S

To the best of my ability, given the resources, I got a little tipsy and found Punky. I pulled him into a bedroom and started to make-out with him. I took off his pants and pulled out his dick.

I'm 15. He's 15. He may still be a virgin. I'd lost my virginity two years prior and had given a lot of head by this point. I knew I loved doing it by this point too. So it was as much a gift to me as it was to him to suck him off.

Everything was going smoothly and well, moistly. Punky was squirming on the bed. He was moaning quietly. Then he tensed up. I think he's going to come. I can tell. Guys always get real stiff and quiet right before they explode.

Then a soft "pppfffffhhhhh" vacates his ass and blows a foul smelling odor from between his legs and into my face. It smelled like something had died up his ass. The sound was faint enough to pretend like I didn't hear it, but we both knew where that smell came from.

He relaxed a bit, but was still squirming. I slowed my bobbing down, thinking of what I should do. I didn't want him to feel bad by stopping. So with his dick still in my mouth I weighed the options. I can embarrass the fuck out of him by stopping and walking out or I can finish him and never speak to him again.

So I finished him off. I hung around the party for a little bit and found my friend and told her about Punky's putrid faux pas on the walk home.

The next morning my friend and I were watching Mallrats and the part where Jason Lee talks about farting in his girlfriend's face while giving him a blow-job comes on. We both looked at each other and busted into laughter.

Being mean spirited little teenagers we called Punky and held the phone up to the TV speaker and left it on his answering machine. Don't worry he didn't kill himself.

I saw him a few years later and we were friendly. I made sure not to bring up the fart in my face.