Scott proceeds to wolf down (pun-intended) the rest of the burritos and tacos that his mom brought home. He used a bunch of hot sauce packets to add the extra flavor even though it may come back to haunt him. Scott continued typing away as his stomach struggled to process the sheer amount of cheap Mexican.
Scott heard a gurgling deep within his gut. His stomach grumbled. "Damn, the taco farts must be starting" Scott spoke out to himself before he began to rub circles on his tummy. The gurgling and grumbling began to move lower as Scott pressed down on his intestine trying to stimulate movement.
Scott's asshole flared against the fabric bunched at his hole before it began to hiss out the rancid gas. Ppppffffsssssss. He pushed more gas out relieving his gut of the pressure.
Scott flexed his cheeks while bouncing up and pushing out another blast of gas. The slow released air gave his rectum a tickle. Trying to get rid of it Scott started grinding his ass down into the seat. Realizing that his muscle cheeks were too much padding he gripped them in his string hands. He pulled that cheeks apart and lowered again so his asshole would be as directly against the seat as it could be.
The lump on the seat was still there and Scott could feel it right against his hole. "This is perfect" he thought to himself before ferociously thrusting his hips back and forth in an effort to scratch his asshole.
Scott slowed his movements as his stomach gurgled yet again. Biting his bottom lip he pushed down trying to get rid of the pressure again. "Plop plop plop" sounded out and Scott burst out laughing "If only Stiles were here to hear that one" Scott said to himself tears in his eyes.
Scott heard a gurgling deep within his gut. His stomach grumbled. "Damn, the taco farts must be starting" Scott spoke out to himself before he began to rub circles on his tummy. The gurgling and grumbling began to move lower as Scott pressed down on his intestine trying to stimulate movement.
Scott's asshole flared against the fabric bunched at his hole before it began to hiss out the rancid gas. Ppppffffsssssss. He pushed more gas out relieving his gut of the pressure.
Scott flexed his cheeks while bouncing up and pushing out another blast of gas. The slow released air gave his rectum a tickle. Trying to get rid of it Scott started grinding his ass down into the seat. Realizing that his muscle cheeks were too much padding he gripped them in his string hands. He pulled that cheeks apart and lowered again so his asshole would be as directly against the seat as it could be.
The lump on the seat was still there and Scott could feel it right against his hole. "This is perfect" he thought to himself before ferociously thrusting his hips back and forth in an effort to scratch his asshole.
Scott slowed his movements as his stomach gurgled yet again. Biting his bottom lip he pushed down trying to get rid of the pressure again. "Plop plop plop" sounded out and Scott burst out laughing "If only Stiles were here to hear that one" Scott said to himself tears in his eyes.
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July 19
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