Derek just ignored Coach's question and continued to goof off.
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" shouted Coach, now properly enraged.
"What's it matter anyways?" bluntly stated Derek with an emotionless tone.
"Because, I want to show you how a real man passes gas."
Coach suddenly leaped into the air, smashing his gargantuan military-grade ass onto Derek's unsuspecting face.
It all happened so fast that Derek wasn't sure what was going on. One second he was talking to Coach and the next he had some sort of weight on his head. "Was I just hit in the head by a stray ball? Did something fall on me, maybe a sandbag? Did I just pass out? Am I dead? Whatever it is it doesn't smell to good." All of these thoughts raced through Derek's discombobulated head. A booming disembodied voice from above answered his question.
"You see, a real man makes sure that someone can not only hear his farts but also smell them. And to make sure that they take in the full odor, it's best to get their nose as close as possible to the source."
"WHAT?! G-T OMPH OMFF OF ME!" exclaimed Derek, his voice being muffled by Coach's thicc well toned ass.
Before he could protest any further Coach released the mother of all farts, a massive ass-blast that could easily blow something off of a table. The massive growler lasted for an absurd amount of time, forcing Derek to have to breath some of it in.
It was the worst fart that Derek had ever smelt in his life, he could feel it burning his nostrils as it made its way down to violate his lungs. Derek coughed and gagged like he never had before.
"Ahhhh, now that was a real man's fart. You could stand to learn a thing or two from this ol' cannon" Coach said while patting his behind.
The rest of the class was holding their noses as they looked on in horror through watery eyes as their fellow classmate was tormented by their coach. They had all heard that Coach's ass-blasts were no laughing matter but they couldn't have possibly imagined that they would be this bad.
"P-pleath g-t omph omff of me, I-I canth breath," meekly stuttered Derek while trying to hold back his vomit.
"Actually, I'm thinking about canceling today's activity and instead giving the class a proper, in depth, lesson on how to fart like a real man. What do you guys think?" asked Coach as he looked onto the crown of horrified teenagers, giving a small poot to remind them of who they were dealing with.
They were all too petrified to give a proper response and instead just nodded in unison. The fear of what Coach would do to them if they dared opposed his idea was enough for them. After all, anyone of them could be caught under Coach's "cannon" as he called it and be forced to suffer a fate worse than anything else they could possibly imagine.
"Excellent, now who would like to be our next volunteer or should we just stick with misbehaving Derek here? Hmmm, I wonder..."
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