Josh stopped chuckling when his stomach rumbled again, this time twice as loud.
Josh grabbed his stomach and painfully grunted.
“Hey faggot!” Josh said snapping his fingers in your right ear and slapping your cheek harshly. “Listen up. I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news...” he said.
“The bad news is I have to fart... at least I think it’s a fart... The good news is we’re going to find out together because I’m too busy winning this game to bother getting up and you’re too chickenshit to do anything about it.” Josh’s voice was brimming with confidence.
“In fact... I bet you’re going to be a good little chair and open up real wide for me so I can fart right in your mouth...just because I want to. You’ve probably deep throated so many guys by now your throat will whistle when I drop these....ughh... methane bombs in there huh? I just know you’re going to give me what I want aren’t ya? You wouldn’t want to disappoint me. Go ahead and give my butthole a little lick of gratitude and then wrap those queer lips around my asshole...”
(If you add to this chapter remember scat is not allowed per the author)
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