Call Stiles
Teen wolf stink torture (imported 24-07-19)
Chapter 18
· original author:
ericballbach
You fish your phone out of your pocket and call Stiles. He answers and goes," did you wake up from your nap yet, I took my jeans off to let you stay comfy" you hesr his stomach gurgle as he starts to let out another fart. You decide to say it as quickly as possible. "Stiles you accidentally sat on me. I'm stuck in your boxers. Get me out of here please." His ass lets the fart loose and the call picks it up. Stiles hears the fart rip on the call as he sticks his other hand down to fish you out. You feel the heat wave rush past you as the smell wafts its way into your nostrils. You're still holding on for dear life to the hair and your phone as Stiles hand knocks you off and you start rolling down his boxers. "CRAP" you hear him yell and on the phone. "Hold on let me just" you feel him roll backwards a little bit. This throws you face first into his ass bush as another small fart gets ripped accidentally. This propels you back onto Stiles boxers as he pulles them off as you see his legs swing past you on either side. "Are you okay? I didnt know you were in there. How did you get in there?" Stiles talks down to you, while you stand on his boxers as his door swings open as Scott rushes in and shuts the door behind him. "I told my boss (idr that fuckers name) that i had to take care of something else at the moment and--" he stops as he sees Stiles cover his privates with his hands. "Woah. Probably shoulda knocked, didn't think you'd be doing that with your little frie- wait where is he?" Stiles points at his boxers and you explain to both of them what happened. Stiles put on a fresh pair of boxers as the theee of you start reading how to fix this.
Hours pass
You look up off the massive book you're reading on Stiles' lap. You see both boys asleep, Scott is drooling and Stiles softly snoring. Scott is in a downwards dog like position, his ass slowly rising and falling several inches with every breath. You look to Stiles to see his head is almost right under Scott's ass, and with every breath it gets closer to giving Stiles a little kiss on the cheek. You chuckle at the funny predicament, but start to feel tired. You start making your way up Stiles stomach as Scotts butt lets a small fart loose and you feel Stiles tense a little as if he subconsciously knows of his predicament. You keep moving up and settle down on his chest. You see better now that Scott is in a protective like position above Stiles body. Unfortunately for Stiles it'll probably result in some Dutch Ovens. You start to lay down as you see Scotts crotch get closer. You move up Stiles chest as it comes to rest on top of you and Stiles. You hear both boys let out small grunts and sighs. You feeo the sweaty fabric of both boys. The boxers Scott probably hasn't changed for a day or two. And Stiles T shirt that keeps raising and lowering with each breath. You found a weird comfort being between the two. Rather than the smell it was peaceful. It was warm, you felt protected since you didn't feel crushed at the moment. You decide to stay there and wait for morning, when the two boys would see what position they were in.
You wake up to Scott moving and scratching his sack. You shout to him so he'll hear you. "Hey Scott! How'd you sleep?!" He looks down at you and sees Stiles face a foot from his bulge. He picks you up and makes a shush face and slowly inches his body closer up Stiles body. He sets you down in between Stiles closed eyes and flips his body around and lays back down backwords. You know have the sight of his ass looming above Stiles face and know whats coming. Scott is still covered in a blanket which still covers you and Stiles. He lays down laying his crotch on the top of Stiles chest meaning his face must be in a similar position for Stiles. You feel Stiles readjust in his sleep and let lose a fart. You look to Scott who tenses and you feel the heat and smell the stench wafting your way. Scott starts to whisper so you can hear him. "welcome to a fart war. sorry but you're gonna be in the middle of it now." You sit to watch the show as Scott slowly inches his butt a little closer, with it now being right above Stiles chin. It grows dormant for minutes and you see Scott put his legs back past Stiles head and you hear Scott drift off to sleep and start snoring. You feel Stiles stir and start to talk in his sleep. "Oh Lydia." He mutters as he makes a kissy face and starts making small kisses. He wraps his arms above him grabbing Scotts body and bringing it closer. He brings Scott's crotch closer to his face as he kisses the very bottom of the sewed on sleeve piece of the boxers. You are stunned when he goes to kiss again. All of a sudden you hear Scott let a fart lose and you see Stiles eyes open as his lips touch Scotts groin again. He lets go of Scott as he wipes his lips off. "Ew. I just kissed your underwear. What the hell." You then see him grab his nose. " really scott? Well two can play at that game!" You see Stiles grab Scotts waist as he wraps his legs around his head and you hear him fart. Scott does the same and they both start letting lose. You get tossed off of Stiles and as the two roll around get rolled over by Scotts butt and get snagged by his waist band. You hear the farts and start to feel hot and humid and the worst of it was the disgusting smell of all the farts. After about 10 minutes of rolling, and farting the two stop and lay there. You feel smelly sweat riddled hairs all around you and find yourself tangled in Scott's pubic hair. You hear the boys laugh as you feel Scott dry hump Stiles forehead smacking you back and forth fron Stiles head to Scotts 'head'. After you feel Stiles push Scott off. You call Stiles again. "So i got thrown off in the scuffle and im stuck in Scott's... well im stuck down here." You hear Stiles tell Scott and you feel his hand start brushing his hair and cock. He brushes it over you pushing you deeper into his sweaty bush and closer to his sack. "Stiles I can't find him. You have to look" "im not looking" "we have to find him" "Fine." You suddenly get blinded by the sudden brightness as you hear Stiles shudder. You feel his hand grasp you as he starts to slowly pull you out. You get onto his hand and get pulled out of the bush to look at the two boys. Both faces red from the fart war. And a knock at the door. Stiles dad. The sheriff starts to open the door. Scott throws a blanket over himself as Stiles tosses you under Scott. Right into his crack. You feel it tense as Scott felt you enter his naked crack. You hear muttered speech. The door closes. You feel Scott roll over. His butt cheeks spread. You look up to Stiles who's looking for you. "Blast off" scott says as he lets a fart loose sending you flying out of his crack. You land on Scotts butt luckily on a cheek. You start to make a game plan of who to go with and what to accomplish.
Hours pass
You look up off the massive book you're reading on Stiles' lap. You see both boys asleep, Scott is drooling and Stiles softly snoring. Scott is in a downwards dog like position, his ass slowly rising and falling several inches with every breath. You look to Stiles to see his head is almost right under Scott's ass, and with every breath it gets closer to giving Stiles a little kiss on the cheek. You chuckle at the funny predicament, but start to feel tired. You start making your way up Stiles stomach as Scotts butt lets a small fart loose and you feel Stiles tense a little as if he subconsciously knows of his predicament. You keep moving up and settle down on his chest. You see better now that Scott is in a protective like position above Stiles body. Unfortunately for Stiles it'll probably result in some Dutch Ovens. You start to lay down as you see Scotts crotch get closer. You move up Stiles chest as it comes to rest on top of you and Stiles. You hear both boys let out small grunts and sighs. You feeo the sweaty fabric of both boys. The boxers Scott probably hasn't changed for a day or two. And Stiles T shirt that keeps raising and lowering with each breath. You found a weird comfort being between the two. Rather than the smell it was peaceful. It was warm, you felt protected since you didn't feel crushed at the moment. You decide to stay there and wait for morning, when the two boys would see what position they were in.
You wake up to Scott moving and scratching his sack. You shout to him so he'll hear you. "Hey Scott! How'd you sleep?!" He looks down at you and sees Stiles face a foot from his bulge. He picks you up and makes a shush face and slowly inches his body closer up Stiles body. He sets you down in between Stiles closed eyes and flips his body around and lays back down backwords. You know have the sight of his ass looming above Stiles face and know whats coming. Scott is still covered in a blanket which still covers you and Stiles. He lays down laying his crotch on the top of Stiles chest meaning his face must be in a similar position for Stiles. You feel Stiles readjust in his sleep and let lose a fart. You look to Scott who tenses and you feel the heat and smell the stench wafting your way. Scott starts to whisper so you can hear him. "welcome to a fart war. sorry but you're gonna be in the middle of it now." You sit to watch the show as Scott slowly inches his butt a little closer, with it now being right above Stiles chin. It grows dormant for minutes and you see Scott put his legs back past Stiles head and you hear Scott drift off to sleep and start snoring. You feel Stiles stir and start to talk in his sleep. "Oh Lydia." He mutters as he makes a kissy face and starts making small kisses. He wraps his arms above him grabbing Scotts body and bringing it closer. He brings Scott's crotch closer to his face as he kisses the very bottom of the sewed on sleeve piece of the boxers. You are stunned when he goes to kiss again. All of a sudden you hear Scott let a fart lose and you see Stiles eyes open as his lips touch Scotts groin again. He lets go of Scott as he wipes his lips off. "Ew. I just kissed your underwear. What the hell." You then see him grab his nose. " really scott? Well two can play at that game!" You see Stiles grab Scotts waist as he wraps his legs around his head and you hear him fart. Scott does the same and they both start letting lose. You get tossed off of Stiles and as the two roll around get rolled over by Scotts butt and get snagged by his waist band. You hear the farts and start to feel hot and humid and the worst of it was the disgusting smell of all the farts. After about 10 minutes of rolling, and farting the two stop and lay there. You feel smelly sweat riddled hairs all around you and find yourself tangled in Scott's pubic hair. You hear the boys laugh as you feel Scott dry hump Stiles forehead smacking you back and forth fron Stiles head to Scotts 'head'. After you feel Stiles push Scott off. You call Stiles again. "So i got thrown off in the scuffle and im stuck in Scott's... well im stuck down here." You hear Stiles tell Scott and you feel his hand start brushing his hair and cock. He brushes it over you pushing you deeper into his sweaty bush and closer to his sack. "Stiles I can't find him. You have to look" "im not looking" "we have to find him" "Fine." You suddenly get blinded by the sudden brightness as you hear Stiles shudder. You feel his hand grasp you as he starts to slowly pull you out. You get onto his hand and get pulled out of the bush to look at the two boys. Both faces red from the fart war. And a knock at the door. Stiles dad. The sheriff starts to open the door. Scott throws a blanket over himself as Stiles tosses you under Scott. Right into his crack. You feel it tense as Scott felt you enter his naked crack. You hear muttered speech. The door closes. You feel Scott roll over. His butt cheeks spread. You look up to Stiles who's looking for you. "Blast off" scott says as he lets a fart loose sending you flying out of his crack. You land on Scotts butt luckily on a cheek. You start to make a game plan of who to go with and what to accomplish.
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