Way from up on the other hand, Blaine was able to smell the wretched stench wafting out from Sam's tightly whities. Realizing how nasty it must truly be in that stink hole, Blaine started scrambling up the hand to avoid falling. He couldn't escape however. It felt like slow motion as Blaine fell through the air. Looking down he could see peach fuzz coating the tops of the muscly cheeks. Under the right circumstances this could be a dream come true to Blaine, but as he finally made contact with the fuzzy mountain he hit it with a splat. What Blaine couldn't see from afar was how sweaty Sam's ass was. He realized how much of a nightmare it really was as he slid down between the slippery muscles. Blaine could tell very quickly that Sam had not cleaned well since his last shit. The inside of his cheeks was coated in a film of grease that only gets denser the further in. Blaine finally stopped moving about halfway down into the crack. Sam wiggled his ass a little getting used the feeling Blaine in there.
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