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    “Now introducing, for the first time on the ring, Quick Quentin!!” A young kid stepped in the ring. His heart flooded with excitement. Finally he was going to be about to show what he had in the ring, unexpected. He was just filling in for another wrestler who stepped out and was picked last minute, he couldn’t be more happy. That smile couldn’t be wiped off his face. “And now, bringing in the giant we all know and fear, a man of men, Thick Thunder!” Quentins eyes froze as a giant man stepped on the other side of the ring. He was wayyy out of Quentins weight class and was enormous. He was only wearing tight spandex briefs hugging his body. His belly protruded out and he had hair everywhere. Thunder scratched his beard and smiled as his new prey. His eyes were wild just like his smile. The announcer called them to the center ring. Announcer: Alright thunder, this kid is new so try to take it easy in him. Thunder: No promises He pulled Quentin towards his close, he could feel his body heat. Thunder: He’s the one who signed up for a humiliation match “Humiliation match?!?!” Quentin thought. “What could that mean?” Thunder: just follow my lead and I won’t make anything too rough for ya. Announcer: Ready!?!?! The crowd erupted with excitement. “Wait wait, what is this? My trainer didn’t tell me it’s a humiliation match! What does that even mean?!” Announcer: Set?!?! Thunder took position prowled over, arms out ready to grab. Announcer: Rumble!! Before the announcer could even step back, the giant man dove to Quentin. One hand reached behind the boys head while the other raised to the sky. Quentin: Mmpf! Thunder shoved all of Quentins face deep in his hairy armpit nodding his head in delight. Thunder: ahhhh that feels good. He whispered just for Quentin Thunder: it’s been a few weeks since I’ve showered. I was saving it for wrestler that stepped out, but I guess I’ll just have to take my anger out on you. Quentin wiggled and strained to get out but the man was too strong. The odor was so atrocious he could barely stand up. Thunder then closed his arm down trapping the boy completely. He picked Quentin up from his back and slammed him on his front side to the ground. Quentin his the floor hard and squealed when he hit. Dazed on the ground he tried to recoup himself but he couldn’t get the stench out of his nose and he felt a prominent hair of Thunders in his mouth. This is not what he was ready for but he had to prove himself with the show he has. He rolled slowly on his back only to have his heart drop. Thunder’s immense belly was right above and coming fast. SLAM! Announcer: Ohhh! A full weight body slam right on top of this newbie! That is hard to watch! Quentin has wrested people before but none at this size of this man. It felt as is a refrigerator fell right on him. Thunder got up on all fours and smiled to the crowd who cheered him on. His belly was just barely covering quentins face who was slapping at his sides trying to free himself. Thunder rubbed his sweaty hairy stomach all over this kid using him as a sweat rag all while laughing a heavy laugh. Thunder: Gwa ha ha! I love crushing tiny pipsqueaks like you! He jumped up from his legs and slammed into Quentin again. BOOM! He was sweating so much Quentin could feel it all soaking around him on the floor. Thunder rose up and quickly said to Quentin Thunder: Now stay down and follow my lead, you’re doing great being my personal rag doll so keep it up. You didn’t have to ask Quentin twice, he could barely move. Thunder grabbed Quentin by the arms and slid him to a corned of the ring, propping his head up. Quentin could barely understand what was going on, he was just trying to catch his breath. Announcer: Oh no! Is thunder doing what we’re all fearing?!! Thunder spun around and put his arms on the ropes behind him and squared down. Quentin looked up to see a huge figure blocking most of the light. “Stinkface!” He thought frantically. He tried to scramble out but Thunder, all in one motion, grabbed the kids legs on his own, bent over, and shoved his gargantuan ass right on his face. The crowd blew up in satisfaction. “It’s okay, you knew this might happen. It was your worst fear but you knew it was a possibility. Just take it for a bit and we’ll move on. It shouldn’t be much longer” Thunder was really putting the weight on this kid, squeezing his ass down and down on his face. It went down on all side of this face and Quentin sank deeper in. Quentins face was being crushed on both sides of his face from the cheeks, while he was still feeling a great pressure from the front of his face. It smelled terrible in there. Weeks of unshowered, hairy, sweaty booty was enveloping his face. Thunder was loving it and putting on a great show. He started rubbing his crack up and down his face. Thunder: Ahhhh, keep squirming! It feels good in there! Then, without warning, Thunder raised one leg, gave a huge smile and PPPPFFFRRPPTPTP!!!! Thunder farted all over Quentins face. That’s when he really started freaking out. His arms and legs were moving the fastest they had the whole match. Thunder: oh yeaaaaah that feels amazing. I think I’ll keep going. Thunder raised his hand for the mic which the announcer threw to him. He brought it to his butt and ripped another loud one for the whole arena. Quentins eyes were watering and he knew he couldn’t do this anymore. He never thought a stinkface would actually involve any real farting. He thought they just rubbed their asses all over their face. Thunder pulled his butt off but to everyone’s surprise, Quentins face followed. Thunder: BWA HAHA! The little guy got trapped in there huh? Quentin was scrambling around but then Thunder squeezed his cheeks hard causing Quentin to collapse. Thunder: One way to get him out! Thunder hunched over and pushed out letting out a steady stream of gas all over his ass- trapped face. Pfft! Pfft! Thunder squeezed harder trying to push him out. Pffffft! Prrrbbpt! PPRRRRRPPPTFFFFFTTTTPPPTT!!! Soon Thunder blasted Quentin out of his ass with a thunderous fart. Quentin slammed his head back on the floor. The stench was so powerful he tasted it to his gut. His lungs were filled with nothing but the torturous gas. His vision was blurry from all the tears. He couldn’t ever hear the crowd, on their feet, chanting Thunders name wanting more carnage. Quentin rose up his hand feeling for rope to pull himself up blindly fishing around. He felt something to grasp and pulled up. It must have been a weak rope because instead of pulling himself up, he pulled down. His vision came back in time to see a enormous, bare, sweaty ass staring back at him and his hand on the man wrestlers briefs. Thunder started to lose his balance. The crowd stood silent. Thunder: Woooaaah! BOOM! The impact was heard throughout the arena. Thunders full weighted ass fell right on top of Quentins face, squashing him with his bare ass. Thunder was just as stunned, but a big part of him was loving this outcome. Quickly he started wiggling his bare ass all over Quentin. He could feel it sliding all around with the sweat his was spreading around. Thunder: I didn’t know you liked it so much boy! I was about to stop, but here’s some more! Thunder let loose a monster rip shaking Quentins whole body Thunder: who wants more?! The crowd cheered him on. Thunder rose up and slammed back down hard on the kid. He shook his ass side to side giving a reverse motor boat. Thunder: wanna know why they call me thunder? Quentin: mmmfff! Mmmmmpf!!!!! Thunder: I’m taking that as a yes! Thunders mouth made a giant open smile. It soon clenched as his pushed out his worst, smelliest one yet directly on him. PPPPRRRRRRPPPPTPTPTPTPPPPPPPTTTTT! Thunder sighed feel phenomenal after letting that go. He got his bearings and got to his feet, squashing Quentin more shifting his weight around to get up. Quentins face was radiating the smell that he could not escape. He felt humiliated. The whole crowd loved watching him be tortured and embarrassed. He couldn’t take it anymore. Who cared about wresting? Quentin tried to make a break for it out of the ring. He threw half of his body out but before he could get out something grabbed his leg. He turned around to see thunder holding him. His face was now fiery and mad. Quentin hadn’t seen this yet. Thunder: I told you to follow my lead. Now things are gonna get really rough for you…

    Dad Stinkface #1

    I’m going to start a series of my stinkface experiences with my dad, i’ll start with the beginning. The first time my dad stinkfaced me was after a couple of times he actually saw the stinkface on TV. For starters, we had a Smackdown vs Raw 2007 game, you could make a move set for any of the wrestlers so, I gave John Cena the stinkface and bronco buster. When my dad saw John Cena give a deep big stinkface to Mick Foley on the TV, i saw him laugh and he said, “I think i’m going to need to add that to my list of tricks” Then another time we flipped through stations, it landed on a WWE match, the infamous match where Big Show sat his fat stinky ass directly on the sexy Dashing Cody Rhodes face. Then that’s when it happened. My mom and sister and brother were at the gym and me and my dad stayed home. We decided to get a workout in of our own and wrestled in our living room, keep in mind our couch makes a L shape, so there is a corner where i’ll later get humiliated ;) But, we decided who ever tapped out first lost. The match started and I was kicked in the gut where I fell onto my knees, then my dad put his big meaty hand over my face and pushed me onto the floor. His big sweaty stomach leaned over me as he walked over to my body, standing over me then he dropped to his knees around my body so that his knees went over my shoulders and his sweaty basketball short lined crotch was inches from my face. He laughed when his crotch flipped onto my face slightly and said , “Oh yeah! Teabag should get you to tap out, you ready to lose?” I couldn’t speak since the bottom half of my face was covered by his crotch, so I shook my head “no” “Alrighty then” he laughed and scored forward so that his whole crotch and part of his ass covered my face. He shook slightly from time to time and lifted after 5 minutes . As he stood up, he saw my red sweaty face and laughed. Then yanked me up and when i tried to get him into a lock, he reversed it and grab both my arms, spread them wide and pulled me into his face so that my nose was practically centimeters from his mouth. I pretended to be disgusted by burps all the time, so I knew what was a bout to happen when i saw him gulp. A beastly, wet burp came flying out of his mouth, lasting 5 seconds. He chuckled when he saw my fake disgusted face as he slowly blew the scent directly to my nose inches from the source. He laughed again saying, stuff like “ Hope you like Tacos” When he said that I instantly knew his farts were going to be bad since Mexican food gave him the worst, wet, juicy, humid, skunky farts. After trying to back up from his grip, he pulled me in quickly and burped another huge 10 second long burp in an instant, and faintly blew the scent to tease me. “You tap out?” he said letting out a smaller burp at the end. I reply with “no” He saw this as a challenge to make it worse. There where a couple minutes of actual wrestling moves as opposed to humiliating. Then at some point i’m on the ground again, in a headlock. Yet again he asks, “You surrender?” I say no determined to win. That’s when he says “I guess i’ll have to finish you off with my special then.” He unlocks the headlock and i fall to the corner. When i open my eyes, i see my dad slapping his ass and walking towards me then he pulls his shorts down showing his sweaty shit stained underwear. “Hope you don’t mind what i cooked up for dinner” Then he sits and shakes so fast my face literally goes from side to side. Then he stops and that’s when he rips a massive 8 second fart, juicy and spicy as hell. He laughs and i hear a muffled “Hows dinner?” Then another fart, then another. “You give up” I try tapping out and then. “Well too bad, you’ve got more l, could be a long night for you bud” I was under his stinky ass for two hours, filled with atleast 60 long, not short farts. The shortest was probably 3 seconds. He occasionally lifted his ass but only for a few seconds to breathe, but when i’d inhale he’d rip one then sit back down, saying he had to get this gas out that was bothering his stomach. That was my first experience and it only got worse from there

    “I found the biggest dude here!” Cameron Dallas’s Vine said, showing off the Big Show. Social Media star, Cameron Dallas was at Royal Rumble and backstage with the Big Show. They were doing a video for his youtube channel. They were in the arena doing a Q&A. “Let’s see” Cameron scrolled through his twitter questions. He laughed then turned to Big Show. “They want you to do your favorite wrestling move on me.” Big Show let out a monstrous laugh. “Well if you say so” He stands up from the chair and pushes them away. He carries Cameron over to the corner. “Woah don’t mess up the hair.” Cameron says looking at Big Show. He chuckles then pushes him against the turnbuckle. “I don’t think your hair should be your main concern, it’s going to get messed up either way” Holding onto Cameron’s shoulders he starts hitting him in the chest then leans into Cameron’s face. Cameron’s best friend, Nash Grier hold the camera close up, laughing his ass off. Then a monstrous burp erupts from Big Show lasting 10 seconds. Nash stops moving, being so shocked from how loud and wet it was. Big Show hadn’t even blown it yet and Cameron was scrunching his nose in disgust. Then, Show blew the nasty fumes only a few inches from his face, blowing it up and down, side to side, then let out a chuckle. Even Nash couldn’t hold in hi laugh, him and Show were laughing at the sight of Cameron having to smell the burp and not being able to waft it away since his arms were pinned to his sides. “Damn they are usually seated in the corner by now, the cameras don’t pick it up but I always burp to get them seated” Big Show said facing Nash. “Guess it’ll take more than one small burp to get you down” he turns to Cameron. “You call they small?!” Cameron’s cut off by Big Shows massive hand pushing his cheeks and mouth together. Another big 8 second burp erupts and gets blown into his mouth. Nash laughing his ass off almost forgets to film what happens next. Another short burp blown in Cameron’s direction and he falls to the corner seat. “Nows when the real fun begins, hey make sure you get a low shot of this” He motions at Nash. Nash squats so that the camera is on Cameron’s face. Big Show turns around and hikes his pants up. Then in one motion, his ass engulfs Cameron’s face. Show just sits there for a few seconds then shakes side to side. A humid fart comes out of the Big Show silencing Cameron.

    yamada-kazunao

    [Muffled screaming from under Tenga’s Ass]

    tenga-hajime

    @yutatsuguhito hey, yuta. yeah, i’m pretty fuckin awesome, right? as you can see, teach is completely disabled. yeah, i made it up myself. takes a lot of work. (flexes)

    yutatsuguhito

    It’s…a vulgar way to do what needs to be done but, whatever works For someone who says they’d drag me, you sure do seem to do the opposite~♪

    tenga-hajime

    hahHAHAhah what are you talking about this is totally Drag Fest 2000 over here!!! haha yuta you’re so awful (please fuck me)

    yamada-kazunao

    [KICKING AND MUFFLED SCREAMING]

    tenga-hajime

    SHUT YOU FUCK SENSEI I’M TRYING TO BE SMOOTH

    yutatsuguhito

    Tenga, I had a text to answer, what did you say about fucking?

    tenga-hajime

    hahaHA I NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT FUCKING WHAT GIVES YOU THAT IDEA i said you SUCK—–

    yamada-kazunao

    [right in the baby maker]

    yutatsuguhito

    I TAK E BACK EVERYTHIN G I SAID FUCK ALL OF YOU FUCK NORIKO FUCK THIS STUPID KIZNAIVER SYSTEM

    tenga-hajime

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    kacchon-agata

    …………..[keels over slowly]……………where’s chidori………….? that felt………awful…………..