Blaine was struggling to withstand the vile environment. He tried to hold his breath as the smell of stale farts and shit was bringing up the urge to vomit. Trying to climb out seemed helpless, Sam's ass sweat made it so Blaine could only spin around.
Sam could feel Blaine writhing around smack dab in the middle of his jean clad ass. Blain accidentally kicked the backside of Sam's scrotum, but Sam began to like the tickle in his pants.
"You must be liking it little Blaine, I can feel you trying to explore." At this moment Sam began to wiggle around his hips and ass while standing there. "It's good I'm alone" Sam thought as he continued squirming in place not unlike his flailing friend Blaine.
As Sam wiggled around he was flexing in his stomach muscles, moving along the process in his digestive track. He felt and heard his lower intestines ache and rumble. Sam rubbed his lower stomach in small circles to try and soothe it as he remembered what they served in lunch today. It was 'homemade' chilli but Sam new it has to have been dehydrated or frozen at one point in time. It smelled horrible and Sam new the meat and beans were questionable. He hadn't cared though cause he needed fuel for his rocking bod so he had Four or five helpings; okay he lost track but new it couldn't have been more than eight.
He looked around the room and a small smirk spread across his face. "Now it's really a good thing I'm alone." He muttered before yelling down to Blaine, "Looks like you're in for another treat, just hope it doesn't come with dark chocolate." He laughed out at his joke before lifting squaring down and letting rip. A loud percussive blast billowed out followed by a quieter longer sputter that dragged on, a huge smile spread across his face before he smacked his ass in triumph.
Blaine was writhing around looking for anything to grasp even though the sweat kissed skin offered no traction. He kicked his legs around and eventually felt something, he could only assume to be Sam's nuts. Shortly after he felt the muscle filled pillows on either side of him begin to flex in unison. Since the majority of the muscle was behind him the flex forced him to launch forward. Blaine closed his eyes to shield himself as he was squirted up into the darkest parts of Sam.
He finally stopped sliding between the cheeks when he reached a wall of warm, humid skin. Somehow finding the courage to open his eyes Blaine began to full on scream at the sight before him. A circular ring of tightly sealed flesh, it was twice the size of his head and barely visible even though it was right in front of him. He then heard the thunderous rumble sound through the body above him. He heard some gargled whispers. More clearly now he was able to make out Sam's 'joke'. Blaine's mouth began to tremble and he looked at the center of the ring above him start to shudder in and out a little. "This has to be a bluff, Sam wouldn't do this" Blaine tried to reason but he didn't know if it was more like praying at this point. That's when he heard the bone piercing laugh Sam makes everytime he plays a prank.
Blaine could only sob out "fuuuuuck" as the sprinter right before his face pushed out towards him and spread open. Hurricane winds came rushing outward. Blaine's neck cracked from the sudden rush of wind. He seemed to be relatively alright as he immediately came to. His ears were ringing from the blast and he felt like he couldn't breathe. The ringing wasn't loud enough to cover up the godly sputters that came after. The tightly clamped ring was clapping open and closed. Sweat glazed the rim and started to splatter out coating Blaine's face directly.
Still in a state of shock he could hardly comprehend Sam's next words.
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