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Mason’s Gas Station

- includes: facesitting, farting, human chair/furniture, ass eating, light scat, public nudity

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It was a cold Saturday night, i needed a quick stop at the gas station on the way home from work. I just got fired, and my self esteem wasn’t so hot.

DING

The sound of the door to the gas station rings as i step in, and it was pretty much empty, i could only hear about 2 or 3 other people in the building. Shelves of chips, chocolate, drinks, magazines, it was a small store yes, but what more could you get from a gas station.

I miserably chuck a bag of hot cheetos onto the counter, wiping the day i’ve had off my face.

“Hiya how you doing is that everything yeah?”

the cashier says, taking the chip bag into his hands and swiftly scanning it across the counter, he mashes some buttons on the screen. I barely even heard what he said, in my own head for a while.

“Hm? oh- yeah that’s it,” i say, reaching into my back pocket for my wallet. But what he says next actually lifts my head.

“Hot cheetos always makes me fart a whole lot, why i don’t ever eat ‘em you know,” he grins to himself, clicking a few more buttons on the screen.

Wow, i’m surprised he was being so straight up, and i feel my face turn red with butterflies. However, the only face i can make is an undefeated smile. I can see his mood change to concerned immediately. He was handsome, very handsome, fluffy dark brown hair, a broad and smooth jaw, and pretty pink lips, he was cute. Of course i have to look at his name tag: Mason. Hot name. “What’s got you so miserable?” he rests his hands onto the counter, ready to listen.

“ Nothing i ugh, just got fired..” i fiddle with my wallet.

“Ah, shame, sorry to hear that. I’d hate to be fired,” i felt slightly comforted, sliding a £5 note across the counter.

“Thanks man, just trying to get over it, super stressed..” I sigh, taking the bag of chips in my hand.

“Hey, come closer,” he says, waving his hands towards himself, looking around carefully at the other few customers, he whispers carefully as i lean in. “I think i know a great way to reduce your stress…” he smirks, chuckling to himself again. I was clueless, i shook my head, leaning my ear in closer.

“Just take a look at this chair behind me, got this whole right in the middle, perhaps you could take a little break being smothered by my butt, like some sort of massage, sound good?” he reaches behind his back, smoothing out his polo-shirt uniform from the back, his pants looking particularly tight. I was speechless to say the least, i felt my ears grow all hot, and i stutter.

“I- What, what do you mean? Are you so sure? Seriously?” I itch the back of my head, nervous about what other people would be seeing.

“Yup, i’m serious, can i de-stress you with a face-sit massage? Or would you prefer to just leave?” He throws his hands to his side, pulling a face, telling me it’s completely up to me.

He wasn’t wrong, that did sound nice, a guys butt pressed against my face, maybe i could take a quick nap even.

“Ugh.. you know what… sure.. i guess that would sound quite nice.. i’d love to, Mason,”

I talk as quietly as i can, desperately not wanting other people in the gas station to hear us. His face lights up, and he opens the cash register, handing me my change. “Amazing! I’d be honoured to, here’s your change,” he looks around one more time, walking over to the camera in the top corner, shifting it far to the left. He shuffles back, whispering, “just walk around the counter and crouch when you get here, you do what i say got it?”

I not without being told twice, taking a glance back to an empty isle and tip-toeing around the counter, heaving open the small door, he looks at me the whole time. I crouch to the floor, and sneak up to him, he was trying to make it look less obvious i was here. He was already slipping off his pants, his thick bubble but hidden from everyone else’s view, was he really ready to do this whilst at work?

As i get closer i get a good look at the chair, it was a simple stool, the seat coming up to my head, a large whole in the middle couldn’t be missed, but dangling from the underside on the rim of the hole, was a fairly long strap that ended with a clip. I hear the jingling of his belt and his trousers suddenly drop by his ankles with a thud. When i look up Mason is kissing his teeth at me, waiting patiently.

“Hey don’t take too long, i got customers comin’! Just wriggle through that hole from underneath and i’ll tie you up in a minute, now shush, can’t be talking to ya right now,” He tries to keep his eyes on the shop, only the corner of his mouth moving when he speaks. I don’t take any longer and grip either side of the chair, pulling myself through the middle front and grazing through the large hole in the chair. Mason’s ass looked even bigger from this view. Pale, thicc, hairless, and a soft pink hole, it had so much character.

I shove my head through the plastic hole, and it takes some neck strength to keep myself in place. I give his ankle a small kick to signal him i was ready, and Mason takes his eyes off the shelves and quickly bends down to reach underneath the stool. Wrestling with the strap i saw earlier and i feel it snake around the back of my head and a “CLICK” noise is made on the other side, i could finally rest my head back and get comfortable. Mason gives a quick whisper, “We good with this? Once i’m sat i wont be up till my shift is done, so that’s 2 hours, i might give ya’ some air if it gets quiet enough, but other than that, this ok?” He talks pretty reassuringly, deep down he was a sweet guy, but his ass seemed to talk more than he did.

I couldn’t shake or move my head, so i risk a small whisper, “Yeah..”

Mason grins, standing up, readying both his feet on either side of the chair, his ass already opening at this position. He grips the back of his uniform and pulls it up a little bit, before leaning back and descending his fat mounds of meat onto my face. His ass melts over my face, burying my head into the back of the strap, he was heavy. His skin smudges under my eyelids, a condensed amount of fat demolishing my head. Luckily, i could still see, barely, with my nose pressed deep into his wrinkly hole, i gaze up at his mountain of a back, it looked so large from this angle. The top of his head peeped over his shoulders, all i could see was a few thin strands of his hair, but it was enough. He only gives me a small look back, winking deviously, before turning to the store, ignoring his brand new stool.

“Hello mam, is this all i can get you today?” A customer appeared at the counter, a small child stood next to her.

“Yes sir that’s everything, here’s £12,”

“Alright…” I hear the cash register open and close from above, “Here, £1.20 change for you, have a good evening, bye! bye,”.

There’s a few second silence, and then Mason turns around, ruffling my hair up.

“Didn’t even suspect a thing!” He sure seemed happy about this, and so was i, boy Mason was right. I felt relaxed, this was like a face massage, and yes, his ass was pretty funky, but what else could you expect from a man’s ass. I drown out the sound of Mason speaking to more customers and enjoy the moment, i might aswell be in heaven. To my surprise, Mason begins to shuffle ontop of me, squishing my face left to right, my nostrils pressed back and opened up like a pig against his hole.

A quiet, warm shot of air releases up my nose. And Mason grows comfortable again, smothering me back into the seat, the walls of his cheeks now moist. It felt like i just ate wasabi, my sinuses cleared up and i felt light headed, my muscles relax and the scent of ham intoxicates my nose. Wow he was good.

My nose felt sucked into his hole, Masons ass clenched, almost plugging my nose. After a few minutes, rustling sounds can be heard from above, followed by crunching and chewing. My eyes dart around, trying to figure out what was going on, and he brings his arms down and shakes a bag of opened hot cheetos shove my face. I was mad at first but i grew fearful, remembering what he said about what they did to him.

“Heh! Don’t worry i’ll be sure to save you some,” he giggles, licking his fingers and pushing his butt down onto my face once more, grinning.

BFFTTT.

A strong, cheesy fart explodes over my face, tasting spicy over my tongue, and i slowly shake my head as much as i can, not being able to sense any fresh air. All Mason does is laughs evilly and wiggles his hips, getting back to work, nuzzling my nose in deeper.

Over maybe the next hour, about 20-30 customers pass by, some took longer than others, however all of them came and went without thinking the person they were buying snacks from was smothering somebody under the counter, a full de-stress massage, for one of them anyway, i was beginning to struggle. The past hour had been filled with farts, farts, and more farts. Mason wasnt wrong about the cheetos.

He throws me a look, then stands up, fresh air wafting over me. He yanks up his pants, shuffling them back on.

“Ok man, the stores quiet, i gotta take a dump, enjoy your 3 minutes of air,” he chuckles, and his footsteps fade away into the back of the gas station.

I take these few minutes to wonder what time it is, or how much air i have left. And i even panic thinking about if someone came into the stair and saw me like this. I would die on the spot.

Footsteps grow louder, and Mason returns with a stretch and a yawn. He takes a look at the empty store again and fiddles with his belt, dropping his pants to the floor, he sneaks around me, stepping his feet on the rest of the chair legs. I notice brown smudges around the rim of his hole, and a sweaty trail from the top to bottom of his crack.

“Guess who didn’t wipe?” He giggles, finding himself hilarious. “Clean it, and i’ll give you 5 minutes of air in the next half hour,”

I don’t have time to negotiate before he plummets his fat ass back down onto my face with a loud smack noise. He shuffles his butt further forward, dragging his filth across my face, until my disgusted lips meet his hole. And i obediently lick, snogging at his fart hole, cleaning the dirty residue on the rim, lapping up a trail of sweat from his entire crack. Mason gives a satisfied sigh, slumping back onto my tongue, and gets back to work, and by “work” i mean going on his phone.

A few minutes of licking later i think i’m done, his back end just a canvas for my hungry, greedy tongue. I close my mouth, and Mason glances back. “Nice work, seat” he mutters. He lifts up, stretching his knees out to come out more, and he plops his ass back down on my face, this time my nose slodging deep into his butt, my saliva acting as a lubricant. A squelch noise is made when my nose wiggles into his ass.

The next hour was a complete blur. I got that 5 minutes of air, but a customer came and it was cut short by 2 minutes. I think all those hot cheeto farts went to my brain, because before i knew it, his shift was done! It was 10PM already. Mason climbed off me, putting his pants back on. “Looks like we’re done here seat, glad to help you de-stress” he says, crouching down to unclip the stool strap under my head, and i finally slip out the chair.

I stretch like crazy, my knuckles cracking easily, and i rub my eyes.

“Hopefully i didn’t give you pink eye or somethin’!” Mason laughs, tucking in his stool and reaching up for the camera in the top corner, moving it back to normal.

“No, no.. just tired… thanks so much for that man, i really needed that,” i yawn, walking over the counter, meeting him back across the counter.

“No worries, and hey listen, before you go i’ve been thinking, you just got fired right?” he leads on, grabbing the half empty hot cheeto packet and folding it up. I nod my head, remembering the reason i came here.

“Well, how would you like to work for me? As my seat? Everyday you’d come in with me and you would be my seat for the day, and i’d be paying you, how does £12 and hour sound?” he grins, tilting his head, knowing he’s already got me.

“Holy shit really? That would be amazing, i’d love to work for you, uh.. Mason!” i grin, nodding my head.

“Amazing, see you here at 9AM tommorow morning, don’t be late, or else,” he raises an eyebrow, a playful yet stern tone taking over him, he hands me the bag of chips, and i leave the gas station and return to my car.

———

On the drive home, i reflect on the evening i had. The day was going horrible, but Mason changed my night! And possibly my life even. I take the half eaten cheetos and wrestle it open with one hand, and i expected to feel chips first. But i pull out the receipt, covered in flavour dust. At the bottom, written in marker pen, said:

“82055 68120, call me cutie, ;) xx

- Mason”

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