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Hostel Nightmare

Travelling on a budget sometimes means staying in places that are not the best but this was awful. Me and friend had booked a hostel in Vietnam. We arrived at looked a bit shocked at the state of the building, but never judge a book..... .And it was getting dark so maybe so look better in the light. The receptionist was polite and told us which room and beds we was in. We went into the room and it was a hell-hole! 18 beds squashed into this small room. It looked like you could lay in your bed and roll into the next. It was a mess, and it smelt. The bedding was just one small blanket. Being late there was already some blokes asleep, laying naked, snoring loudly. We found our 2 beds, in between 2 snoring blokes. I put my bags down and headed to the bathroom. It was one room with some squat toilets, raised on one side and long communal shower on the other side. We both got into our beds, in our briefs and tried to get to sleep. About 1am about 5 blokes came in. They all started stripping and some getting in bed. 2 headed to the toilets, and you could hear them grunting and farting loudly. I tried to get back to sleep, but the farting and snoring kept me awake.

The morning was a mess. I woke up to a bloke laying half on my bed, and half on his, naked with a erection facing me. I got out of bed, still some people snoring loudly. Everyone apart from me and my mate was naked. I walked into the toilets, and the toilets were full. They was all grunting and shitting loudly. I waited patiently for a hole. One bloke stood up, without wiping and just went to the showers instead. I squatted down and started my shit. My mate walked in, and saw me. He was waiting for a hole as well, so stood to talking to me. I asked if he got much sleep, he said no as the bloke next to him kept farting.

The next evening the heat was unbearable. I was struggling with it. I was spending more time on the toilet with the runs. That night i took the decision to sleep naked as my briefs kept sticking to me. It felt strange sleeping naked with all these blokes able to see my penis, but nobody was paying any attention. In the middle of the night, i had to quickly run to the toilet, and i had the loudest shit ever. There was already a bloke in there, he said "wow you was desperate!" We stayed talking, and wiped at the same time.

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Chinese Public Toilet

Recently got back from a trip to China which involved quite a open poop session! I was exploring parts of Beijing, with my friend, that i dont think was on the proper tourist website but i like to explore! Both our stomachs had been acting up because of the food. We was walking through this area when both our stomachs turned, and needed to find a toilet! We saw a public toilet and went towards it. At the entrance there was a little window with a attendant, he gave us some toilet paper, now he knows we are taking a dump, and joined the queue! This was the first time using a public toilet as we only used the hotel toilet. While in the queue we could hear some grunting and farting. We got closer to the toilets and saw they was literally a row of holes in the ground with foot prints to the sides, no doors or dividers and a full house. Just a row of blokes in various stages of shitting, you could see the shit drop! We watched as the bloke in front of us, walked up, pulled his trousers down and just let rip, with no worry that people could see, My mate was up first and nervously took a squat, and let the biggest fart out. He went bright red as the shit feel out of his arse, with everyone watching. I took the hole next to him, but for some reason i started off constipated so had to grunt and push. It felt weird being so exposed with my cock and balls dangling on display for the whole queue to see. The whole time we was watched by the other blokes in the queue. We must have been in the there 10mins! Wiping was awkward, standing up with everything on display and the dirty toilet paper having to be placed in a bin behind. I have to admit i did get a slighty erection so some did stare at it!

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Mmm yum 🤑💪🍑💩

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A Football prank

Today is the big day, the big game that will decide the future of several young athletes will be about to start, the field full of fans from different schools will see which team will be the one to take the victory. However, the poor decisions of four athletes will be an obstacle to the big trophy.

Mikey was a nerdy young student, he was always the best in the classes with the best grades which made him an easy target for the bullies on duty:

Kenny: A rather gentle black boy, he doesn't like problems off the field, however, thanks to his friends he gradually took on a bully role. Moderately muscular and the shortest of the four friends.

Devin: The most muscular of all, he is relaxed and likes to annoy those he calls "nerds", he is passionate about everything that is sporty and especially uniforms that make him highlight certain parts of his body to try to be more attractive.

Tyler: The most attractive of the whole team, tall, blond and with blue eyes who causes several girls to go after him, even if he doesn't pay attention to him. He has an organized personality and likes to play pranks on his friends.

Jake: The most masculine of them all, he has a small beard and a seductive and dominant look, he is competitive and his favorite hobby is annoying nerds or his own brother.

This group of athlete friends never miss any training and much less the sporting events organized by their school, always giving their all on the field, however, that is not the only thing they do.

Mikey was his favorite nerd, where he meets that group who laugh out loud while making cruel jokes on him, where he often ends up penniless and on the verge of a mental breakdown, but this time he won't allow them not to get any punishment for what they've done to him and other students.

Using his intelligence and his contact which is his best friend who is also on the football team, he put together a rather cruel but fair plan.

On the day of the grand finale between two rival schools, Mikey will put an extra-strong, fast-acting laxative in his bullies' energy drinks, while his best friend will deliver those drinks to them so that there is no suspicion on their part, a perfect plan.

Finally the big day arrived and the plan went perfectly, the four drinks were loaded with laxative which its flavor would be camouflaged by the sweetness of the liquid. The boy offered the drinks to the group: "You are our hope, here are 4 drinks for 4 stars", and without thinking twice they took the whole content in one gulp, the group had the same opinion: "delicious"

And in the blink of an eye they were already on the field with the eyes of everyone around them. The first minutes were of pure calm if we talk about their stomachs since the rival school team were difficult opponents to beat, several with great musculature, speed and endurance, the united strength of the team was required to be able to beat them and take the victory, but their union would not last long.

Thanks to the frenetic nature of the sport, the boys' stomachs began to tremble, a chilling sensation filled their bodies that were already beginning to sweat.

Kenny:

As he was chasing the ball he began to feel a persistent and uncomfortable gurgling, each step he took bounced his stomach and intestines causing the effect to start much faster than expected.

*GRRRRRRRRRRR*

"Ugh, I feel really bad"

Another gurgling caused him to slow down as he grabbed his sore stomach which begged for mercy and a moment out of physical activity.

*GRRRRRR* *GRRRRRRRR*

"Fuck, my... Stomach... oh no..."

*PPPPFFFFFFTTTTTTT*

A loud fart came out of his butt frantically making his buttocks collide that by then remained tight not only because of the stress of the match, but also because of the sensation he felt inside him, a liquid made its way through his stomach wanting to reach his large intestine as quickly as possible.

*PFFTFTFTFTFTFT* *PRRRRR*

"I don't think I can hold on a little longer..."

*GRRRRRRRR* *PRRRRRRRRRRRR*

"I just have to wait for the first half to end, that's all..."

*GRRRRRRR*

"Nope, I definitely can't!"

He decided to stop following the ball to turn around and head towards the public bathrooms of the field, however, before he even reached the halfway point, an opponent pushed him with all his strength, he had unintentionally entered his territory, the rival was almost twice as heavy as Kenny which caused him to fall to the ground and almost lose consciousness.

*SQHHSQHSQHQSSQSQSQ*

A terrible sensation made him regain consciousness, the squeeze of buttocks was interrupted by that thrust and made him lose control of his intestines letting a small fraction of the diarrhea escape to crash into his pants.

His skin changed tone to a pale one, his eyes turned white while the smell flooded his nose, however, he had not lost hope as it was not so much diarrhea and at least he had released some pressure.

Before heading back to the bathroom he saw how his other friends were going in different directions, Kenny didn't know why, but he wasn't interested when he has his own problems to solve.

Despite the shouts of his coach, he ignored it and finally reached the public bathroom in the middle of the game.

"I don't have time to wait for the break in the first half"

It was rare to see star players leave the field even though the game was still on, so several people set their sights on the 4 friends, although some were out of sight.

Kenny finally arrived at the public toilet which was actually a portable toilet, he tried to open the door, but it was locked, plus a disgusting smell came out of there, what was missing, is occupied.

Kenny began to knock frantically on the door, but a thick voice caused him to freeze in the moment: "Hey! Your little boy stops knocking on the door" was the voice of the director, "I'm done and I'm cleaning myself, but if you want to come in when I leave I'll tell you that I've eaten hot wings so it will be your responsibility"

In desperation, Kenny began to jump frantically using one hand to hold his stomach and the other to cover his anus and try to keep nothing from coming out of there, but his efforts were in vain.

Just as the director opened the door, a thunderous noise was present.

*PFPPFTPPTFTTFFTPFPPFTTFF*

His body could not take it anymore and decided to evacuate everything inside.

*SQHSQHQHHSHSHSHQHSQSQS* *PPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRR* *TRRRRRRRRR* *SHQHSHSQHSHSQHSHSQHSQHSQ* *GRRRRRRR*

When he looked up, he saw the director with a stunned look and then changed to a mocking smile: "Ha! Wow but if you're Kevin, a lot of students spoke very badly about you, but I think they omitted the smell part."

Kevin pulled the director aside and locked himself in the smelly bathroom and sat down in the sweaty, hot seat.

*TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *KSQKQSKSKQ* *PFFFFTFTFTFTFTF* *SQHQSHSQHHSSHHQSQHSQQQS*

"Incredible, and I thought that when I drink beer and eat wings I destroyed the toilets, I can't believe that one of the stars of the team has shit on his pants, I will leave you alone"

*HQSHQSHSHQSHQHSHQS* *SHSHSHHSSHHSHSHSHS* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTFF* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

Finally there was a moment of calm for Kenny, he saw with sadness his white pants full of brown shit, he looked up with still sweat and thought "I hope my friends are winning..." 

Devin:

Of all his team he was the most brusque to play so the effects didn't take long... *GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

His pace began to slow down while his stomach only accelerated its movement while several farts came out of him.

*PFFFTTT* *PFFFTTTT* *PPFFTT*

His farts were submachine gun type, in other words, small but quite loud, each fart combo increased the weight Devin felt in his stomach until that weight went to his rectum where he hated to feel a thick diarrhea that could barely allow the fart to escape to relieve the pressure.

"It can't be! Why now?"

He stopped for a moment in the middle of the court, held his stomach, lifted his butt in the air and let out a big, powerful fart.

*PPPPPFFFFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT*

"Hahaha, that was a tremendous one..."

*GRRRRRRR* *PPPPFFFFTTTTT*

"But releasing it didn't make me feel better... I don't think I can wait for the first half to end..."

*PPPFFFFFTTTTTTTT*

"I need to find a bathroom soon..."

He turned his gaze to the only portable toilet on the field, but unfortunately he saw how a tall man in a suit entered, leaving him with no options.

"Fuck! I think I'll keep farting a couple more to relax my stomach."

*PFFFTTTT* *PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *PFFFTT* *SQQSHH*

"Oh no... that was a wet one... I definitely won't be able to go on like this."

With regret in his heart and year he decided to leave the game aside despite the shout of the other members of the team, before leaving the place he turned his gaze back and saw how his other friends were heading to different places.

He ran as fast as his current condition allowed, every step he took he could feel how little by little liquid tried to escape from his ass, he was near the school until a violent gurgling stopped him followed by several farts one after another.

*PPPFFTTFTF* *PPFTFTFTF* *PFPTPPPTTP* *PFPPTPFFPTP* *PPPPFFTFTFTFTF*

"I can't take it anymore!"

He went to some bushes that were near him, took off his tight pants and his helmet to bend more comfortably preventing his butt from rustling the leaves of that bush.

*PPPPPFPFFPFPFTFTFTFTFTFTTFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT*

A gigantic fart came out of his bare butt first, announcing something impressive.

*QRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQR*

A gigantic trunk made its way through the rectum out of Devin's tired anus as he began to sweat.

"Ufff Ufff Ufff"

*QRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQR* *SPLASH*

He finally came out, it looked about the size of a human arm, that took some of Devin's gut pain away and he thought he just had to evacuate that big trunk, but he was wrong.

*GRRRRRRRRR*

"Oh no again"

*PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* *SQHHSHQSHSHQQSHSHQSQHQSQHQS* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *SHQHSQHSQHQHSQSQQSQQSQ* 

A torrent of liquid diarrhea came out of his body, apparently that solid poop served as a cork to stop the diarrhea that was generated in his stomach, perhaps that was the reason why he could fart without worrying so much.

*PPFTFTFTFTFT* *SHQHSQHSHSQHSQHQSS* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT* *PPPPRRRRRRRRRR* *TTTTSSSSSSSSSSSS*

The second round was even more violent than the previous one as the shit that fell to the ground began to splash and reach longer distances, staining Devin's favorite shoes a bit.

*QSHSHHSHSHSQHSQHSQHSQHSQSQSQSQSQ *TRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *PFTTFTFTFTFTFF* *GRRRRRRRR*

With another diarrheal explosion and the exit of another small log, Devin's intestines managed to calm down enough to regain his composure.

"Phew, I think it was enough for now... Fuck! I've completely forgotten that I don't have toilet paper!"

He began to despair and frantically looked around not only to look for something to clean himself with but also someone who had witnessed what happened, in the end he had some luck to remember that he had just defecated in a bush full of leaves.

With his bare and sweaty hands he began to remove some leaves and began to rub them against his disastrous butt, he gently tapped while the stress was leaving.

After 5 minutes, he finally got up, he had used several leaves that were left on the ground trying to cover the diarrhea and that trunk to hide what had happened there, but that was not the end of Devin's problems as he began to feel a slight tingle.

"I think having gone through so much stress made my hands go a little numby and the... butt?"

Under his gaze and saw his red hands, the slight tingling changed to an annoying and irritating itch that unfortunately not only affected his hands, but also his already battered butt.

He began to scratch frantically only causing a worse reaction, the turn to that bush to realize that he had just cleaned his butt with poison ivy.

As he jumped in pain as he felt irritation about to invade his balls, he wondered, "Where have my friends gone?"

Tyler:

He stood on the sidelines of the team and waited for a chance to take the ball and as he was about to touch it a big blast of air came out of his butt.

*PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF*

He immediately knew that it was no ordinary fart, he felt that a couple of drops came out of his butt and it was not exactly sweat.

He froze for a moment while the rival team regained possession of the ball, and suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder that brought him out of the trance:

I read: "Hey! You have missed that golden opportunity to take advantage of them"

It was Leo, a moderately muscular man and the newest member of the team who also showed a great talent for football, even if he lacks practice. Leo noticed the sweat on Tyler's forehead as he kept a blank stare and asked:

Leo: "Are you okay?"

Tyler reacted immediately and tried to pretend he didn't feel sick by giving a big, somewhat forced smile while saying "Don't worry."

Leo wanted to continue talking to him, but Tyler decided to leave to follow the ball again, he could not disappoint the team or his friends, he also has a new concern thanks to Leo who always proved to be insistent on helping others, almost as a talent he can know when a person is bad both physically and mentally, in addition, it seems that Leo cared more about Tyler than all the other members of the team. 

10 minutes of a great marathon passed behind the ball, but little by little his stomach became heavier causing him to lose speed and little by little he was left behind, the stomach pain was so much that for every 5 steps a fart escaped more and more violent and wet.

*PPPFTFTFTFT* *PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *PPFFTFT*

"Damn! There is still a long way to go before the end of the first half"

*GGGRRRRRRRR* *PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT*

"Maybe I can ask the coach for a rest and be able to go to the portable stadium toilet...*GRRRRR* but it would be very embarrassing because I know that the diarrhea I'm going to have will not be normal and you can hear it for miles"

*PPPFFFFFTTTTTTT*

"But I really need to sit on the porcelain right now..."

He stopped running and stayed in the middle of the court holding his stomach ache.

*PPFTFTTFTFTF* *PPPFTFTTF* *PPFPFFTFTFTFTTF* *PPPFTFTTFTFTFT*

Meanwhile Leo continued to give his all in the game, although he could not get Tyler out of his head, when he lost sight of the ball he turned his gaze to Tyler who was lying standing with his eyes up.

Tyler realized that Leo was watching him and ran again to avoid suspicion... A terrible mistake.

*PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *SQQSHH*

His stomach was losing the battle, it stopped abruptly as another flurry of wet farts came out of him.

*PPFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *PPFTFTFTFT* *PPPFTFTFTFTFT* *PPFTFTFT*

Tyler definitely lost control of the situation, he started frantically looking everywhere to look for the portable toilet on the court, but he just saw how the door closed abruptly, he had no choice but to try to get to the school bathrooms, something impossible at that time.

As he ran off the field, he saw his group of friends separate and walk away from the field, but he didn't think it was important.

Leo saw the scene from afar, saw how 4 of the team's sports stars were urgently leaving the place and decided to follow Tyler to see if he was okay.

Tyler, already halfway away from the big show, was frantically looking for a shortcut to the bathroom or in the worst case a large bush to hide his butt and his diarrhea, but before deciding his fate, a scream caught his attention.

"TYLER!"

It was Leo's voice who was running after him.

Leo: "What happened to you? Because you decided to flee the party"

Tyler: "I wasn't running away, I was just going to do something I forgot..."

Leo: "So why didn't you wait for the first half to end instead of abandoning the team?"

Tyler: "I don't..."

*PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF*

A loud fart was present, Leo was stunned while Tyler was totally blushing with embarrassment.

*PPFTFTFTF* *PPFTFTFT* *PPPPFFFTTT*

Tyler quickly took off his pants and grabbed his helmet to use as a makeshift toilet, he might as well shit on the floor, but he didn't want Leo to see his naked ass and penis while he was flushing a large fountain of natural chocolate, plus there was no bush nearby to cover it.

*QSHHQSHSQHSQHSQHQHSHSHSQSQS* *PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFT* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

As expected, the first shock was violent, Tyler tried not to moan, but it was impossible.

*PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTF* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *GHRGHRGHRHR* *PSSSSSSSSSSSSS*

Leo saw the scene not with disgust, in fact, it was the best thing that had happened to him in his life, he was gay in the closet and his crush was Tyler but he could not confess it for fear of rejection, but finally he could observe his large naked body although it was not the best of situations.

*SQHSQHHQSHQHSQHSQHSHQSHQS* *PSSSSSSSSSSSS* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *SQSHHHHHHH* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *SHHHHHHHHHHHHH*

Tyler finally looked back at Leo, while he tried to hide his erection.

I read: "I'm so sorry! I didn't know you needed to go to the bathroom!"

Tyler: "You look more blushing than me, this is so embarrassing ugh" *PFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFF*

Leo: "Do you need help?"

Tyler: "What do you think? *SHQHSHQSHQHSQHSQHS* I'm naked outdoors while my ass discharges all the food of an entire year..." *SHQSHSHQHSHQHSHQHSQHSQHSQHSQ* *PPPRRRRRRRRRRR* *SHHSHQHSHQHSQHSHQHSHQSSQSQSQ*

Leo took off his shirt and covered Tyler's body while he couldn't help but laugh to stop feeling embarrassed.

Tyler: "Come to think of it, you and I don't know each other very well, how about we get out of these someday?"

Leo: "Like a date?"

Tyler: "If you look at it like that, hahaha *SQHSHHQSHQHSHQSHSQHSQHS* by the way, could you get toilet paper? I heard that a lot of poison ivy grows in these places..."

I read: "Sure! And by the way... Your friends also fled the party, what do you think happened to them?"

Tyler: "No idea" *PPPFFFTTT*

Jake:

He demonstrated his dominance in the sport every minute of the game and had kept the ball for quite some time while strategizing to score points.

But his movements began to lose power and his brain had a hard time even formulating a thought other than his butt in the toilet.

*GRRRRRRRRRRR*

"Damn! Maybe it was this morning's coffee? But that only makes me fart..."

*PPFTFTFTFTFTFTTF*

"Well, that was one, but... the farts in the café are not wet and neither are they..."

*GRRRRRRR*

"It makes me want to go to the bathroom"

Jake kept trying to focus on the match, but his ass couldn't handle that much pressure and he needed to release it urgently, so while he ran his butt focused on loosening his buttocks a little and giving way to the foul smell.

*PPFTFTF* *PPPFTFTFTFT* *PPFFFFTT* *PRRRRRR*

With each passing minute, his farts became more violent and wet, so much so that even his underpants began to get damp not only with sweat.

"There is still a long way to go before the end of the first half..."

*GGGGRRRRRRR*

"Fuck this, if I don't get to a bathroom soon, my pants will go from white to brown."

He went to the only portable toilet in the place, however, he saw an adult in a suit enter, Jake yelled to stop, but his pleas were not heard.

"Shit! Now what do I do? I think I will be able to resist a little longer to get to the school bathrooms, but... they are really disgusting"

*GGRRRRRRRRRR*

"It's true! My house is close to here, if I run I will be able to use my bathroom and avoid going through embarrassing moments"

Without thinking twice, Jake decided to leave the game and his friends, but first he looked back to see how they were doing and apparently they were all heading to different places.

His diet was quite rough, he often went through whole days of constipation, so his stomach was strong enough to withstand the large amount of fluids in his rectum until he reached his house.

As he ran, his buttocks lost more of the pressure they were exerting on the anus, so several wet farts escaped.

*PPFTFTFTTFTF* *PFTFTTF* *PRRRRR*

But the effort and his wet underpants were worth it when he got home, he went in and went up to the second floor and tried to open the door of the only bathroom in the house, but it was locked.

*TOCK* *TOCK*

"Is there anyone here?"

Behind the door was his younger brother Jhon combing his hair, when he heard his brother's voice he was surprised because he had an extremely important game which had not ended. 

Jake: "Open the door for me please! It's urgent!"

Jhon: "Aren't you supposed to be in a game or something?"

Jake: "I know! But I had to abandon it because something I ate fell very badly on my stomach, I'm about to on myself!"

Jhon was about to open the door, but he remembered that this morning he played a practical joke on him at breakfast, when he asked Jake for the sugar he gave him the salt, something that ruined his breakfast, plus it always bothers him.

Jhon: "Well, go to some bush or something, I'm busy here"

Jake: "Open the damn door! Or I'll right here and make you clean it up!"

Jhon: "You wouldn't dare, and even if you forced me I wouldn't do it, besides our parents getting very angry"

Jake: "Please! I feel like it's already coming out!" 

*PPFTFTFT* *PPFTFTFTFTFTFT* *PPFTFTFTFT* *PPFFFFTTTTT* 

Jhon: "HAHAHAHA"

Jake: "Listen to that!"

Jake started jumping while both of his hands were covering his anus to prevent a terrible accident from happening, and out of desperation he began to try to knock down the door with his elbow, like the police shows he has always liked.

Jhon was nervous, he knew his brother and his determination very well and he was afraid that he would break the door and his parents would scold both of them if that happened, so he decided to make one last joke and waited for Jake to get the urge to knock on the door again, when that happened, Jhon opened the door causing Jake to fall to the bathroom floor.

*PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *SQSHH*

Jake: "!"

Jhon: "All yours bro"

Jhon left the bathroom without closing the door to annoy Jake even more, meanwhile Jake didn't care at all and began to undress and after a long day sit on the precious toilet.

*QRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQR* *PLOP*

The first round was a gigantic log due to his constipation, but that was only the beginning.

*SHQHSQHSHHQSHSHQSHQSSQSSQ* *PPFTTFTFTFTTF* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *SQHHSQHSHQSHQHSQHSHSQHQ* *PPPFFFTTTTTPPPPPPFFFFFTTTT*

Several farts followed by wet shit came out of him, his anus finally exploded which became quite obvious to Jhon who was on the first floor of the house who sneered: "In the end you made a great note on the toilet and not in the game!"

Jake: "Shut up!"

*PPFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *SHSHQHQSHQHSQHQHSQSQS* *PPPSSSSSS* *PPFTFTFTFTFF* *TRTRTRTRTRTR* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PFFTTT* *SQSHHHHHHHHHH*

More runny diarrhea came out of him, even with the door open the bathroom couldn't shake the nauseating smell that Jake emanated.

*PSSSSSSSSSS* *PFTFTFTF* *PSSSSSSSS* *TRTRTRTRTRTTRT* *PPSSSSSSSSS* *QHSHQSHQSHQHSQHSQHSQHSQSQSS* *PPSSSSSSSS* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF*

Another round caused his stomach to shrink to try and get everything out of his system.

*PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

More small logs came out of his anus, apparently it was not a good idea to eat so much protein for the game.

*QHHSHQSHSQHSHQSHQSHSHQSHQSHQS* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *TRTRTRTR* *QSHQHSHQSHQSHQHSQHSQHSQHSQ* *PPFTFTFTFTFTF*

Jake: "Wait a minute... the match! *PFTFTF* completely forgot, and also... where were my friends going?"

After 20 minutes, Jake was returning to the game, in the distance he saw the coach quite angry yelling at Tyler and Leo, Jake tried to return home to avoid the coach yelling at him, but it was too late, he had already noticed Jake's presence.

After 10 minutes of screaming and being ejected from the game, the three teammates found themselves talking about what happened and Jake questioned Tyler about why he fled the game, he did not give him an answer and asked the same to Jake who did not answer either, now the only unknown in all this was to know where Kenny and Devin went.

PS: The following story will be the winner of the votes: "A Roman Public Toilet"

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Mark The Melter: A tale of a microwaved sub

Contains: Facesitting, facefarting, slight suffocation, playful yet sinister dominance, and Dutch Oven (3750 words)

It was just supposed to be a normal interview. You couldn't believe it when SM entertainment called saying that you were shortlisted to become Mark Lee's personal assistant. After all the years of low pay and low rewards, you were going to work for one of the most respected, talented, and well-paid idols. While you did end up working for him, it wasn't how you expected.

Following the interview in his private apartment, a large one at that, with thick carpet, a massive living room that had the kitchen/dining room included. The walls were cream with paintings and a white ceiling that had built-in led lights for a luxury dimming effect. He had sat in a green leather chair the entire time. It was high end and clearly expensive as the front sloped out a little instead of being squared off. Another give away was it's size, easily able to fit both you and Mark on it as he sat in the middle, perfectly seated on the two separate leather coated cushions that were about 6 inches thick. Soon, you'd become familiar with this very chair.

"Hey come here actually, take a seat on my chair!" He called you back as you went to leave following the rejection from the position. You sat down as requested, not suspecting a thing. You watched as he walked in front. You couldn't help but notice his protuding ass cheeks that essential swallowed his fabric trousers in his crack and looked as though they were stretching. He pulled a standing desk over in front of you and asked you to try screw it down for him. As asked to do, you sat on the floor, resting your back comfortably on the sloped front while you screw at the desk. As the desk slowly lowers into a height more suitable for a seated user, you see him stand over your body. "Hey I'm still down here!" You say, startled as your view is eclipsed by his globes. "I know, but I think this will work out great for both of us!" Mark laughs as he reaches down for your head.

"C'mon, stay quite down there!" The man whispered as he pushed your head down between the cushions on his seat. Your head fit snuggly in between with almost no gaps, only your nose poked above the level of the cushions. "No no no...please..don..." Your cries are muffled without care as Mark sat his juicy melons down on your face. The size and weight of his ass squeezed the cushions into your face, propping it slightly into his crack with the only saving grace being his trousers. "Okay, where was I? Oh yeah, gotta video call the boss. Gotta video call the boss!" His sentence ends with a chainsaw like rip which may have popped your eardrums had it not been for his soft velvet trousers. Unfortunately, they could not save your nose as the warm sulphuric gas pushed his fabric out onto your nose as it filled his crack. You tap the side of the chair rapidly to signal you were struggling. Instead of letting you up, he farted again. This time quieter and quicker like a swift assassin, so subtle that you heard his Canadian giggle as he destroyed your nose. "I'm sorry, but you need to be trained. Remember, I'm going to be on a call and my boss can't find out you are here. If you try to make noise, I will silence you okay? Push my cheeks together if you understand." After recovering from his gag inducing farts, you squeezed his ass cheeks together. It felt like you were kneeding thick dough to make bread as his cheeks slightly swallowed your fingertips. Once again, he giggled like a child as he felt you willingly push his ass further around your nose.

"Okay I'm about to join the call now. Remember to stay silent!" Mark finally joins the call with his boss while sitting on your face as if nothing is strange. You hear the two men go back and forth for a bit talking about upcoming schedules and releases. "Oh yeah, releases!" You hear Mark say excitedly. Right on cue he 'releases' a potent fart onto your face. Again, it pushed his trouser fabric out onto your nose, and the smell invaded. This time, you braced yourself and took a deep inhale to try and get rid of the smell as soon as possible. For the most part, it works, and you only slightly gag on his gas. "A mini album?" His words are immediately followed by a mini fart. It was short and sulphuric as it didn't even blow out his trousers. Your nose burnt with its rapid speed and smell. With no time to prepare, you forget yourself and hit the side of the chair. You expect a fart from Mark in retaliation. Instead, he surprises you.

The feeling of suffocation and claustrophobia leaves as the weight of his ass slightly raises up, just enough to let a cool breeze and ray of light surround your forehead. Then the ass comes crashing down again with speed. Almost knocked out from the sudden drop, your horror only grows when you realise that the action made the cushions squeeze together more, pushing your nose right against his fabric covered crack without room. "Damn a full album too?" You hold your breath as you heard the muffled statement, expecting him to keep the pattern of 'releasing' gas with each release adjacent sentence. Instead, he just follows up by saying, " You are really spoiling us!"

This time, the gas comes and rumbles for roughly twenty seconds without stop. Having already held your breath prematurely, you give up and inhaled near the end of his fart. As expected, it immediately destroyed your nostrils. What was worse was the feeling of it creeping to your lungs as it burnt throughout your chest with its toxic intensity. Had you started inhaling immediately, you may have been fine, but instead, his stench showed you your place, a seat that couldn't even handle the second-hand air of another man. Screaming inside, truly terrified of how stinky his farts were as the lingering gas still persevered, you held back your desire to hit the chair or even his legs. Instead, you channel your energy into squeezing his cheeks together like before. The loudest laugh yet came from above, you couldn't tell if Mark was laughing at you smothering yourself in his dunp truck while your legs twitched, or if it was just a well timed joke by his boss. Either way, you continued to squeeze, not stopping until you passed out.

You come around with a banging headache and burning nose. Slowly you rise up and lean forward, the squeeze of the cushions made it harder, but eventually, your head was released with a squelch. Still seated on the floor just in front of the chair, you look around the room. Most of the blinds were shut as it was clearly night time now, some of the room lights were on as their light luminated the soft carpet floor of the the living room you were in, and the bathroom door was shut tight. Right behind you was the counter that split the living room and the kitchen, but your eyes were drawn to the chair your head had just been a part of. The cushions were visibly indented, not from your head but from Marks' massive rear. It looked as though two meteors had crashed down and left craters that almost touched. Then there was the shine that the dim overhead light made visible. The craters of Mark's cheeks were clearly worn down and duller, with a slight shiny outline caused by the repeated sitting on the same spot. Curious, you feel the cushions and find that they are actually cold, meaning the weight of his ass left super long-lasting indents. Then your curiosity got the best of you as you took a sniff. "Fuck....fuck.." You gag as the cushions have clearly been long killed by Marks ass and gas, your head yet to suffer the same fate. "Ahh you're awake again!" You hear Mark shout from the bathroom before the toilet flushes. The water runs for a bit as he washes his hands then the door unlocks and he walks out.

You are stunned as his bare leg gets highlighted by the shining light, hairless right up until his underwear. His white Calvin's were tight around his sturdy thighs. "I drank 3 glasses of water while on you so I took your little nap as a chance to relieve myself. The heat is on so I hope don't mind a layer less on your face, didn't want to overheat." "A layer less? Can I not leave?" You cut him off as you watched him walk over to you. "Nope, I got another call in a few minutes with the manager. Your face just supports my weight so well I want you to stay." His Canadian accent comes through as the joy in his voice increases. As he stands over your body again and pulls over his desk, you notice his boxers look brand new, not a stain or scratch on them. "Okay...head down...yep become one with the cushions!" He laughs, pushing your head down slightly as you try to get comfortable, clearly unable to leave.

"Imma try get comfortable too, so bare with me." His ass comes crashing down and lands on your face lob sided, your nose crushed by his left cheek. He rises and quickly drops again, this time his right nose crushing your nose. Yet again, he raises up, but this time you grab his waist and guide him down straight so your face fits in his crack. "Aww, thanks... new you'd be a good seat if I just teased you a bit." You feel your stomach turn at his statement, realizing you literally just guided him to sit on your face. You expected farts to follow soon as he prepared for his call, instead there was silence. He simply sat there square on your face as you suffocated in his bubble butt.

"Hey Mark!!? Mark? Please Mark!" You screamed repeatedly into his sound muffling cheeks, having the fabric of his Calvin Kleins rub against your lips. Slowly, you feel lightheaded as your lungs crying for air. Your legs slowly stopped kicking beneath him as he knew it was time. "Fuck......that curry was real spicy." The man moans as a forty seconds bass drum like fart burst onto your face. Mark threw his head back with pleasure as the immense gas from his Chinese takeaway was finally let out onto your face. While Mark felt pleasure, you felt disgusted and vile, yet grateful for the air. "You okay down there?" He slightly lifted at check that you were conscious. "Yup...can ...I..." You are cut off as he lowers back down. "Damn that stinks, sorry but I ain't dealing with that." Mark coughs as the few seconds of his fart seeping out was already enough for him. First hand experience wasn't enough to stop him continuing though. Tge feeling of heat around your nose intensified again, but this time without any warning. "Have fun buddy, an SBD all for you!" It was a hot and dense breeze, blasting your face with a heatwave unlike his other farts. You tried to hold your breath, still smelling his last fart inside you. However, it became clear he wasn't for getting up this time. After a few more seconds, you give in and inhale the hot flurry of gas that lingered against your face. This was the fart that truly destroyed your insides, making you feel like an old pair of underwear that was full of farts. All you and to do was wait for him to raise up again and get air.

Like before, he doesn't shift. Just as you approach blackout he lets out a fart that you instinctively inhale to survive. "You must've been desperate for that, I could hear you breathe all the way up here!" Mark laughs while slowly rocking back and forth on your face. "Oh, the manager has finally called. Remember to be quite down there. This call shouldn't be as long.... Oh hey man, how you doing?" He naturally shifts to conversation with his manager. With his fart not being natural oxygen, you crave air again but want to wait for Mark to give you some. As the conversation continues, you fear that this would be the end and make a bold decision. You beat the side of the chair and make noise in hopes of getting air. At this point, the air from his anus would suffice. Thankfully, it works, and he punishes you with quick airy fart that smelt foul, clearly with extra spice from his Chinese curry. A small fart however meant small air supply, and you needed another within seconds. Again, you tap the side of the chair and receive a small fart to carry you over. By the fourth fart your nose was barely able to keep up with he quick bursts of hot gas, each lingering with immense strength and heat.

Once again his monumental cheeks started to suffocate you. Being destroyed both physically and mentally, you try to last as long as possible before before essentially begging for another fart. Just as you reach to tap the chair, the conversation takes an interesting turn. "Oh the interview today? Ah yeah he simply wasn't a good fit. Actually he even had an attitude and got aggressive after I told him the salary." His words destroyed you mentally as the lack of oxygen destroyed you physically. How could he lie? Why would he lie? "Yes totally, I would maybe warn other agencies and artists to avoid him as a candidate for assistants. And yes an increase in the budget might help me find one easier thank you!" Did he just destroy your career options? You couldn't process what had just happened. The panic of your life being torn apart took over your mind as your air ran out. You didn't even remember to hit the chair for a fart, you simply lay defeated below his ass until you blacked out.

"HEY buddy, you all good there?" You hear Mark say as your vision slowly focuses and sees his bright face staring down at you. "How...how could you lie about our interview? I'll never get a job!" You begin to tear up and cough as you somehow taste a thick airy substance. "Ahh I see swallowing a fart does have effects. Sorry, couldn't resist doing it while you were out. As for your employment situation, I wouldn't worry. I only lied because I actually do want you to work for me. Not as a personal assistant, but as a personal ASS...istant! Get it?" He laughs as you struggle to talk with his gas in your throat. "If I wasn't convinced you would be such a good seat before just from seeing your face shape, you truly earned the position while I was on call. You thought I wouldn't notice you teasing me to fart on you?" "No..no I just needed air.." You cut him off as you can finally speak again. "Is that it though? You could've just given in and blacked out, but you decided to keep asking for my nasty ass gas. Now I'm going to make you an offer. You agree to join as my personal ASS-istant, paid of course, and I will make sure you make an above average wage. The alternative is trying to find a proper job, for less. Keep in mind I kinda just told all the big people you aren't all that suitable."

You tear up again as he turns around. His boxer clad ass stood above your face, blocking the light, allowing it to surround his midsection and act as a devine light that shone around the outline of his glutes. "If you want the better opportunity with me, pull down my underwear and seal the deal!" His signature giggle breaks out as you pull your head from between the cushions. Contemplating your options, his ass seemed like the only choice at this point. Was it actually? Or was it just oxygen deprivation messing with your judgement. Either way, as you stared at his massive ass cheeks, the brand new white Calvin Kleins now being drenched in sweat along his crack with the material clearly wore down from his barrage of farts, you made the choice and weakly grabbed his waistband.

The band slowly squeezed around the curvature of his cheeks, straining as you made it to the midpoint. You struggle to get it any further and the waist band slips from your fingers, making a snapping sound as it slapped against his juicy ass. The impact forced a fart out from his half exposed ass. "Ugh....that just slipped out!" He moans as the fart makes a squeaky sound, squeezing through the slight gap in his deep crack. The filter free gas drained all the energy you had from just its heat alone. Defeated you lay back down and fall between the cushions again. The gap, now moulded to your head shape, allowed you to slip right back into place. "Oh, I take it you just can't wait!" Mark strips the boxers the rest of the way down, almost ripping them due to the size of his ass.

The descent seemed as though it was in slow motion. His bare hairless mounds of fatty flesh jiggling side to side as he aimed for your face. Drips of sweat dripped down as his momentous movement forced any moisture off. Finally, the ass came in contact with the cushions. First, you felt the upper part of his cheeks hit just above your head. Then, it began to roll around your forehead. The heat immediately makes you panic. Your eyes were cut off next as the doughy texture filled your eye sockets. A deep aroma encapsulated your nose as it disappeared into the dark void of his crack, the cheeks tightly hugging it and holding your face like a clamp. Just when you thought it was done, your lips get pushed into a puckering shape as the remainder of his rear end moulds into place.

"Time to give you your official first day as my ASS-istant! I probably should've warned you beforehand, in the group I'm kinda known as "The Melter". Both for the immense heat of my ass and the ability of my hot farts the melt minds. Don't mind this blanket. It's to protect me and help make you work better!" You feel the blanket as he covered his lap with it, flowing down around your entire body. As you reach out to touch it, your stomach drops for what must've been the tenth time today. It was a weighted blanket. Although Mark could no longer hear you, muffled by both his ass and blanket, he lets out one last giggle as he feels you scream into his ass, your helpless pleads shaking and tickling his cheeks. "You may be thinking Dutch oven, but if we are being honest, it's actually a Melting Microwave. Afterall, microwaves are much quicker and deadlier."

Mark knew you probably couldn't hear him, not caring and giving his monologue anyways. He leans forward and you feel his crack open up slightly. Then came the rumbling of his stomach before the loud bassy and airy puff of air. It was like a subwoofer, creating a sudden boom that didn't just sound powerful but felt powerful. You didn't even need to inhale it, the gas perfectly encapsulated your face and began to heat the tempory "microwave" up. A second fart followed with a similar low frequency yet powerful gust feeling. Then a third, a fourth, and a fifth. It seemed as though his floodgates were open and couldn't be closed.

Living up to the microwave metaphor, his farts sped up even more, almost reaching a fart every few seconds. The sulphuric scent of heated air from Marks bowels cooked your lungs from inside and your body from out side. His heated stink bomb air felt as though it filled your pores, seeping into you like you were a piece of meat being seasoned. "Stop...stop...please!" You screamed into his ass. The heat was becoming too much, you had survived many heatwaves and sauna sessions, yet this easily out did any of those. "Haha..your tickling me...just swallow my farts if you can't handle the smell!" Mark responded to your mouth movements by essentially twerking back onto your face.

Your cries for help just got you buried deeper until your finally came to his hole. Your nose landed just above it with your upper lip slightly puckering open as it slams against the bottom of his hole. "Kissing my ass? Damn you really do want this job!" His sentence is barely able to finish before more farts seep out, splitting perfectly between your nose and mouth. You weren't going to survive much longer. As a last ditch effort of escape, you battered the sides of the chair weakly, barely making noise. "Oh you want more farts? Time to cook you fully!" Mark giggles as he takes you tapping as a signal you want more, after all, that's how he trained you earlier. You feel the hole pulse before rippling open. The final fart, a sixty second monster, ends your misery as you pass out from a range of factors. Heatstroke, sensory overload, eggy yet spicy gas, and of course repeated breathe play from his cheeks.

"Finally you're here!! Get over here and help me lift this!" Mark roars with glee as Johnny, his fellow American-korean band mate, entered his apartment and locks the door after him. He reaches for one side of the weighted blanket as Mark grabs it on his left side. "Fuck...could've warned me! You are a demon you know that?" Johnny gags and backs up as the "Melting Microwave" is unveiled and the gas pours out. "So what you think?" Mark asks as both he and Johnny evacuate to the balcony for safety. Johnny looks back in at your bright red body as you lay unconscious. "You really think we'd both get away with it? Fart cushions, human seats?" Johnny asks. "Totally! You'll regret not getting one. I didn't have to smell a single thing, and his face fit perfectly. Hey, you could get one to rim you if you wanted!" Mark laughs as he convinces his bug butt buddy to get in on the personal ASS-ISTANT business. "Sure thing then, but can I try yours first?" Mark simply smirks as Johnny asks. The men walk back inside just as you come around. "Hey there, I'm Johnny. Is your face able to handle my juicy ass for a bit?" Feeling cooked, confused, and compromised, you throw your head back and accept your place.

*This might have been the most fun I had writing a story this year!! Thank you for making it the whole way through. Every 50 notes this gets (Reblogs+likes+comments), I will release a short for Mark, or a piece of cur content from this monster story. Love you all :)*

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The Bathroom at the Party

Will and Joe are driving to Kate’s place for the Friday night get together after gorging themselves on the new surf and turf buffet place near their job that they had been eyeing for a few weeks now. Will wants to make a good impression on Kate’s friend Mara, and Joe was more than happy to tag along as wingman to help his friend. However, halfway there, Joe noticeably feels some discomfort grow from his lower abdomen. “Damn, my stomach hurts. I don’t think I should have eaten all those clams” Joe says as he squirms in his seat. “Do you want me to pull over? If you’re too sick I can drop you off back at your place” Will responded. “No, no, I’ll be fine.” “Are you going to throw up?” “No, I don’t think so. But I do think I might have to take a nasty dump real soon.” “Dude, please do not blow this for me. I’ve been dying to see Mara and the last thing I need is for you to get us kicked out and shamed for blowing up their bathroom.” “Fine, fine, but its on you if I shit myself.”

About 10 min later they arrive at the house; Will parks the car and they both start walking up to door when Will clutches his stomach. “Fuck” “What is it?” “That buffet is racing is through me.” “I told you! Let’s leave and find a gas station.” “No way, I’m not ruining my chance with Mara by skipping this party because of indigestion. Let’s just fart a little outside right now. We’ll be good if we release some pressure.” With that Will lifted his leg a little and ripped a long and juicy bomb. “Fuck that stinks” Joe said as he waved his hands in front of his face. “You sure you didn’t shit yourself?” “I definitely just laid some skidmarks with the heat and moisture of that one, but I think I’ll be okay” Will laughed. With that, Joe clenched his face a little and pushed out his ass while releasing a quiet but hot stream of wind. The noxious odor of his gas mixed with Will’s and both quickly coughed and gagged before deciding they were good enough to enter the party.

As the two entered the house, they greeted everyone they saw and quickly settled into their spots on a couch in the corner. They felt fine with the notable exception of both their stomachs loudly gurgling and churning every few minutes. At one point, Joe leans over and whispers to Will “I think I have about 15 mins before this bomb in my lower intestine deploys, so find your girl and make your moves ASAP.” Just like that, Mara and Kate turned a corner and quickly said hi to the boys before catching up about the week’s events. Kate knew Will and Mara had a thing going on, so she quickly left the two while coming up with some lame excuse to drag Joe away from the corner with her. Mara snuggled up to Will and he rested his arm around her, sinking into the couch. For a moment, everything seemed perfect, and then his guts roared with an angry “blrgblrgblrg” before he felt a bowling ball drop from his stomach to his ass. “Are you okay” Mara asked inquisitively, obviously hearing the commotion from his insides. “Yeah, I’m fine, just a little hungry” Will said as calmly as possible while sweat began to bead on his forehead. “I can get you a little something if you want” Mara said but Will told her not to worry and that he would look for something himself. He carefully got up, clenching his cheeks the entire time, and as he turned the corner to the kitchen he texted Joe “S.O.S. need a toilet and distraction ASAP.”

Joe had been with Kate and a few other friends near the drinks table talking about random topics when he received the text. For the past few minutes, Joe too had been feeling the effects of the buffet grow stronger and more violent on his insides and knew he would need to bounce soon before he risked an accident. “Hey, is there a room in this place where I can make a phone call? Something came up with the night shift and they need me, and it’s a little too cold outside to stand there for more than a few minutes” Joe hastily explained to Kate. She laughed and assured him the upstairs wasn’t being used by anyone except for a few straggling couples looking for a dark corner to have 7 minutes in heaven. With that, he quickly jetted and texted Will “upstairs, now.” Too bad he didn’t hear Kate’s voice over the crowd saying to not use the upstairs toilet because it was broken.

As Will climbed the stairs, he had to steady himself at several points, both to appear casual and to regain control over his body from releasing the contents of his bowels. At the top of the steps he turned the corner down the long hallway to see only one poor man passed out on the floor and a couple on the far end kissing, laughing, and whispering god knows what to each other. He wasn’t sure where to go until another text appeared: “second door on the left.” Will approached the door and quickly knocked. “Occupied!” Joe’s voice rang out from behind the door. “It’s me” Will responded. He heard a brief click of the door unlocking before Joe told him to come in. Will swung the door open and stepped into the bathroom, unsure of what he expected but certainly not the scene that lay before him.

The bathroom itself was tiny, the door opening right on the toilet with a sink and shower crammed next to each other in the corner and a small window next to the porcelain throne. Joe was pants down, already sitting on the toilet. His face had turned red and he was drenched in sweat. The back of the toilet seat from his ass to the upright lid was sprayed in chunky, wet, light brown shit. A noxious odor of sulfur and manure permeated the room. Will gagged, wanting to throw up at the sight and smell. Immediately, Joe clenched his face and a booming fart echoed off the porcelain for 10 seconds straight. Joe turned to Will with a pathetic, wild, and desperate look in his face. “I couldn’t hold it. It just keeps comING” Joe screamed and winced as a liquid torrent of toxic sludge dropped from his ass into the bowl below. At that, Will felt his own guts churn. “Finish up now. I need to go.” “You can’t rush these things.” “I’m not about to shit myself while you hog the toilet.” “Remember the chicken fingers incident from senior year of high school?” “No way it’s that bad, those porta potties were condemned after we were done with them.” “Well it’s pretty damn close!” Joe let out another squeaker from his behind before growling in a low voice “it burrrrrrns”. Will, desperate to avoid an accident, looked around what he could use. That’s when the trash can came into view.

“I’m so sorry” Will looked at his friend who stared back in confusion for a moment before realizing what Will intended to do as he reached for the bin. “I’ll finish up in a few minutes, I swear!” Joe pleaded. But it was too late. Will positioned the trash bin against the door, dropped his pants and shit stained underwear from earlier, and hovered over the bin as low as he could without sitting on it, making direct eye contact with Joe across from him. Immediately, Will’s ass made an inhuman noise as a mix of gas and black, muddy shit exploded out in all directions. It landed in the trash bin, but also splattered the door, the back of Will’s legs, and a good part of the wall and floor around them. Joe stared in shock as an endless stream followed the initial eruption, filling the small waste basket to the brim. Throughout, a loud and long stream of wind sputtered out Will’s sphincter, spraying more shit around the bathroom. Will’s face transformed from terror, to shock, to relief, to pure ecstasy as the last of his shit volcano winded down for the time being. Will quickly bit his bottom lip, let out a long sigh followed by one more rip of gas, and looked at Joe to say “my asshole is on fire” before slowly laughing. Joe didn’t know how to react, so he started laughing too. “We are fuckin sick, dude.” Joe responded as he let out some more gas. “Alright, here’s the plan” said Will as he gripped his thighs and pushed out some more turdlets from his hole. “We put a cork in both of ourselves. Clean up what we can here. Leave unassumingly and find a Walmart bathroom to destroy with whatever’s left. If the girls ask, we had a work emergency.”

“I’m down with that plan but how exactly do you expect us to get away with it? We both just wrecked this bathroom, there’s no way we can get rid of all the evidence.” “Sure we can, let’s start with the basic. Pass me some TP.” As Joe and Will both leaned towards the toilet paper holder, they realized instantly that there was none. “Shit shit shit.” Will said and felt as he realized they were sitting ducks. “I have an idea” said Joe, as he began to strip his clothes, careful to avoid any of the shit sprayed on the toilet, floor, or bathroom fixtures. “What are you doing?” said Will. “I’m going to wash up” said Joe as he stepped into the tiny shower next to the toilet. “Wanna join?” “Fuckkk…yeah hold on” Will said as he too began to strip. Soon, both guys were bare ass naked and hosing themselves down, still releasing little spurts of shit and gas that they mashed down the drain before it could stain the tiles too badly. “How are we gonna dry off when we’re done in here?” “I don’t know man, lets just take this one step at a time.” Both men mentally noted how firm and attractive the other’s ass was and how thick their cocks were; after all they were both bisexual, but a shower fuck was out of the question given the circumstances. When they were done, they grabbed a small hand towel on the sink and took turns drying off their lower bodies before putting their clothes back on, careful to dispose off their stained underwear in the shit-filled trash can. Will wrinkled his nose, as the leftover shower steam made it apparent how badly the two of them had polluted the air in the room. With no fan, their only option was to open the small window and air it out; too bad for them, the window wouldn’t budge.

“Alright, we’re clean but the bathroom is still a wreck. How do you propose we escape this situation?” Joe asked. “I have an idea” said Will, before carefully opening the door to the hallway and scanning around the upstairs. “Help me with something” Will said as he stepped out the room into the hallway with Joe on his heels. The young couple that had been their earlier were long gone, but the poor bastard that had too much to drink and passed out was still sprayed on the floor, mumbling incoherently. Joe looked at Will for a second, confused, before he realized what his friend was up to as Will reached for the man’s arms. “We can’t let an innocent dude take the fall!” Joe exclaimed in a whispered breath, careful not to alert the attention of the party guests still downstairs. “Better him than us” said Will. “Besides, it looks like he’s not totally innocent” Will said as he flipped the man over, only to reveal a fresh and thick shit stain on the crack of his jeans. The man quickly grumbled, muttering under his breath “Don’t….eat….clams” before ripping a wet and noxious fart. “You don’t have to tell me twice” said Joe as he resigned himself to the plan and grabbed the man’s legs. The two of them dragged the man into the bathroom, slowly removed his pants and sat him upright on the toilet to ensure he didn’t drown in his own vomit and to also make the scene more convincing. Joe, feeling bad for letting the stranger take the fall, tried to flush the toilet to minimize the damage, but instead his shit water in the bowl rose and spilled over a little, soaking the man’s balls and crack in the foul refuse from earlier. “Anything else we need to do before we abandon this poor sucker?” Joe asked, exhausted from the turn of events. “Just one thing” Will said before pulling his ass back out of his pants and ripping a wet fart that sprayed some more shit on the wall. “Now I’m good.” The two guys quickly left the bathroom as the incoherent stranger mumbled something about the smell before closing the door and making their way slowly down the stairs.

The two of them escaped the party unnoticed and it wasn’t until 10 minutes later they received a text from Kate asking where they had gone. Joe responded that there had been a work emergency with the computer system and night shift needed them pronto to debug a possible virus from crashing the company software; he even sent her fake screenshots of text convos with coworkers that he made months prior to use in such a situation where he needed to abruptly leave an event for any reason. Mara, meanwhile, texted Will, feeling bummed they couldn’t spend more time together but happy they got to see each other. Will responded with a smile emoji and a simple “We’ll plan for another time.” 10 minutes later, Joe pulled off to travel center parking lot and the two of them spent the next 30 minutes erupting into their bowls. At one point, Kate texted both of them asking if they knew what happened to John, the brother of an ex coworker who was at the party. Both responded no until Kate sent the photos of the incoherent man in the wrecked bathroom. Joe and Will laughed guiltily but hysterically while diarrhea continued to explode out of their assholes, having gotten away with what they considered the crime of the century. As they cleaned up, Will told Joe “next time either one of us suggests a buffet, let’s not.” Joe laughed as he let out one final long and stinging fart at the sinks while he washed his hands.

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A Wedding

Damian was a young adult of 27 years old and one of the most important moments of his life had arrived: his wedding with Melissa, she was the same age and they had been in a relationship for at least 9 years. Without any difficulty and with a lot of love in between, they decided to take the next big step in anyone's life, which is to marry the love of their life.

As usual, the night before a wedding a bachelor party is held for both people, in the case of Damian, he along with his friends and his father went to a hot wing restaurant where, in addition to filling up with kilos of wings full of sauce, they also got drunk until dawn enjoying the comforts and activities that Damian had to say goodbye to when he got engaged.

Frank was a 48-year-old man, tall, bearded, with big arms and a brewer's gut, he always has a positive mind and is stern when the moment requires it, he was the one who gave the idea of going to eat hot wings since it is the food that he and his son enjoyed throughout their lives and it would be a great tribute to the maturity of his son who eventually became a man.

At 2:00 AM they arrived home, both dizzy and tired, Frank wanted to stay a while longer at the party, but Damian refused, after all he had to wake up early tomorrow so that everything would be perfect.

Frank fell directly to the sofa, his body was already weak due to his age, while Damian was walking directly to the guest room, a couple of years ago he stopped living with his parents and moved in with his partner.

Before reaching the room, a strange sound invaded the small room: *GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*, it was Damian's annoying stomach, so many wings and beer didn't sit very well with him, he turned around to check if his father was still awake, and apparently not, he closed his eyes and... *PPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT* *PRRRRRRRRRRRR*

He gave a groan of satisfaction and a hoarse voice interrupted him: "That was a good one," it was his father who was laughing with the little strength he had left.

Damian: "Dad!"

Frank: "What's the problem?"

Damian: "It's just that..."

Frank: "Don't be embarrassed about that son, my daughter-in-law must get used to the smell of a real man like me" *PFFFFFFTTTTTT*

Damian: "Whatever... *GRRRRRRR* I hope I don't have problems with this tomorrow..."

The Next Morning:

*RIIIIIIINGGGGG* *RIIIIIIINGGGGG*

Damian woke up to the noise of the alarm, with his eyes half-closed he saw what his downfall was: "It's the... 1:00 PM!?", our fiancé set the wrong alarm, apparently, getting drunk a day before your wedding was not a good idea.

He jumped out of bed and suddenly his stomach took a hard hit: *GRRRRRRRRRRRRR*, he lowered his head a little, held his stomach with his right hand and expelled a rotten fart: *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *TRTRTRTRTRTR*

There was hell inside Damian's intestine, but without much time to think about it he took off his clothes and started running naked around the house looking for his tuxedo. While all this was going on, Damián found his father still asleep on the sofa, alarmed and knowing his father he began to shake him again and again until the forty-year-old woke up from his long sleep.

Frank: "What *YAWN* happens?"

Damian: "IT'S GETTING LATE! THERE ARE 2 HOURS LEFT AND WE ARE NOT READY!"

Frank: "WE FELL ASLEEP!?"

Like his son, Frank got up and started running to his room shared with his spouse, who apparently had already left for the event without even telling her spouse or son.

As Frank ran, a flurry of farts came out of his big ass: *PFFFFFFTTTTTTT* *PPPPPPPPFFFFTTTTTTTT* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

He stopped for a few moments and held his stomach with both hands, turned to his son and said: "Do you think there is time to go to the bathroom?" to which he replied: "What part of the fact that there is no time you didn't understand!?", resigned, he continued with the search for his elegant clothes.

Almost an hour had passed and our boys were already ready to arrive at the wedding, Frank offered to drive to prevent his son from getting more stressed than he already was, he tried to talk to him, but he was curt, but the reason for this was not because he was angry, but because of a growing pain in his stomach.

*GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

Frank: "Are you okay son?"

Damian: "My stomach hurts a little..."

Frank: "If you want, we can stop in the bathroom of a gas station"

Damian: "Don't worry, I'm fine"

*GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

Another fart was approaching, but he didn't want to fart in front of his father, he tried to lower the window without success.

Frank: "Don't even try, the windows have not worked for a week now"

Damian: "But I'm hot! ughhh"

*GRRRRRRRRRR* *PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT*

The silence was destroyed by an accidental thunderous fart by Damian, he was embarrassed but his father began to laugh.

Damian: "Shut up..."

Frank: "HAHAHAHA that's why you wanted to lower the window, right?"

Damian: "..."

Frank: "Oh come on, admit it was fun"

Damian: "... Well yes, it was fun I guess haha"

Frank: "It's good that we have the same problem...*PRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PFTTFTTFTFFFFFFFFFF*"

Damian hit his father while they were both laughing, what was previously an awkward situation, became another father and son experience.

Damian: "This car has a hellish smell HAHAHAHA"

Frank: "Of course he does! The smell is something characteristic of the Johnsons"

Damian: "It reminds me of the time I was farting all day while I was out with my friends, they always complained and I just laughed HAHAHAHAHA"

Frank: "See? It wasn't so bad, son."

Damian: "Although I feel that something else wants to come out..."

Frank: "Same thing, I think so much junk food hurt us both... Do you want me to stop and let's find a bathroom?"

Damian: "Of course not! We are already late"

Frank: "But-"

Damian: "In addition, where the wedding will take place there is a public bathroom, we can go there when all this is over"

After 30 minutes of farting in the car, they finally arrived at the wedding just 30 minutes before it started, Damian went to prepare to receive his future spouse while his father is scolded by his.

Damian went to a small room where his friends were waiting for him to greet him and give him support in this important moment, he was in front of a mirror trying to fix the ruined tie that he untied on the trip.

That's when he saw his own pale face and with small drops of sweat a sign of his discomfort, he thought: "Maybe going to the bathroom is a good idea..." He approached the door of the small bathroom that was in that room when one of his friends stopped him.

Damian feigning nonchalance asked if something was wrong, to which his friend replied: "Hey! there are only 10 minutes left, you must wait for your wife at the altar", Damian turned to his watch and indeed it was not a joke in bad taste, he returned to the mirror, fixed his hairstyle and went straight to the altar.

Meanwhile, his father didn't seem to enjoy the wait, inside his stomach there was a raging storm of gases and lava wanting to come out, he thought: "I don't think Damian will be upset if I miss the first minutes of his wedding..." he got up from his seat when his spouse and Damian's mother held his arm saying not to be rude and that he shouldn't get up from his seat at a time like that.

Frank: "Honey, I know this is important, but I need to go to the bathroom right now."

Again his request was denied and he was forced to wait until the bride and groom's kiss to be able to get up.

*GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

A thunderous stomach roar made Frank lose his patience, he crossed his legs tightly to prevent the smell he was about to release from spreading among the guests.

*PFFFFTTTT* *SQSHHHH*

It was a bad idea... Frank felt how that terrible fart turned into liquid, the lava began to stain his buttocks and his special cloth pants, he couldn't take it anymore, he decided to get up, but...

Finally, the wedding had begun, Damian was standing at the altar watching as the love of his life with a wide smile went towards him to be together, these thoughts are increasingly interrupted by the terrible stomach pain and the gurgling that did not leave him in peace since the morning.

Finally she arrived and the priest began the wedding.

As the priest spoke, Frank searched for a solution to his problem, "How the was I going to go to the bathroom now? Where was I going to get extra inner break?", the smell was becoming more and more noticeable and reached his nose, "Ufff, I really have to go to the bathroom to release this shit"

He discreetly began to fan his butt to prevent the smell from concentrating while applying pressure to the chair in order to prevent the smell from leaving his butt with the price to pay that it muddied his buttocks and pants more.

*GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

His stomach asked to release pressure again, in fear he let out another fart carefully: *PFFFFFTTTTTT*

It was a short one for what Frank was used to, but he couldn't afford to have his pants turned into an adult diaper completely filled with sulfuric acid.

His son was not doing any better, as soon as the priest was halfway through his speech, he was sweating more and more and unlike his father he could not even release a fart since the smell would be noticed immediately, so every time someone tried to leave he squeezed his buttocks and forced the putrid air to return through the large intestine, a practice that would become expensive later.

Priest: "They can say their wedding vows"

There was some good and something bad, the good thing is that it meant that the main event was close to ending, the bad thing was that his voice was shaky from the efforts he was making not to his pants, like the future spouse, he had to start first.

His vow was not really long, he managed to materialize his feelings in words being part of a long relationship, he made a great effort to stop stuttering and sweating, but they were simply in vain.

After an embarrassing moment and a confused look from his spouse, it was her turn to say her vows, and although it was inopportune to think about it, he just wanted it to be over soon and for his spouse not to talk too much.

After another 10 agonizing minutes, the priest finally said the magic words: "He can kiss the bride."

Damian could not believe that just at the most important moment of his life he had an attack of diarrhea, but simply this cruel moment of life would come to an end when the lips of the bride and groom finally crossed.

It was a beautiful moment for both of them and caused Damian to forget for a few seconds the fact that he had to shit, but it was that calm that caused another stomach attack:

*GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

Both moved their heads aside while the audience applauded, the party would continue for a couple of more hours, so before receiving the congratulations of the guests, he excused himself to his now spouse and surreptitiously moved through the audience to reach the bathroom being interrupted several times by his relatives.

Frank saw his son noticeably nervous and uncomfortable trying to make his way through the audience, he got up from his seat with the excuse that he was going to congratulate his son.

When he got up from his seat he felt like a small avalanche of thick shit slipped from his butt and was slowly heading to his legs, Frank had to be fast with his movement since in a few minutes his shit would reach his legs staining his pants until it reached his beautiful black shoes, he just couldn't afford it.

He jogged to pretend that he was not running, he saw his son in the distance entering the bathroom not at all far from the wedding, he was even more alarmed when small wet farts came out of his butt like gusts *PRRR* *PRRR* *PRRR* *PRRR* *PRRR*, apparently the exercise relaxed his stomach even more.

He arrived at the bathroom in time to see how his son was on a loose leash about to enter the last cubicle, father and son exchanged looks a little embarrassed...

*PFFFFFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT*

A violent fart came out of Damian's butt reminding him that he came to the bathroom for a reason, he held his stomach, forcefully opened the cubicle door and closed it, Frank did the same in a slightly calmer way even though he could feel how his shit was reaching his knee.

Both butts touched the porcelain at the same time, but there were no farts in between, Damian despite having passed with his father farting in the car was quite embarrassed, he wanted his father to get out of there.

*PFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT* *PRRRRR* *SQHQSHQSSQHHHHHHHSHSHHH*

Frank began by expelling what fucked him up throughout the day, a gurgling sound could be heard throughout the bathroom while he continued to shit.

*QSHQSHQSHSQHSSSQHSSSQHHHSHS* *PFFFTFTFTTF* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRRRRR* *SHQHSQHHSQSHQQSHQSHSQSQSQSQSQSQSQSQSQSQSQSQSQ* *PFFFTTT*

"Ahhh finally..." Frank was able to catch his breath and refresh his mind, although there was still cargo to be dropped... *GRRRRRRRRRR* another gurgle appeared from the neighboring cubicle, Frank could remember that he was not alone.

Damian is writhing in pain, in that position his stomach was more relaxed and therefore more sore and tired from the effort it is taking him to keep all the shit in place until his father leaves the place.

"Why is this happening to me?" he said to himself, for him it was unfair, he had a whole life to spend an embarrassing moment like this, but it should just be at his wedding with his father.

*GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

Frank: "Is everything fine in there?"

Damian: "Yes dad..."

*SHHHHHHHHHH* *PRRRRRRRRRR* *PFFFFTTFTFTF* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *PSSSSHHHHHRRRTRTRTRTRTRT* *SQHSSHSQQQPR*

Frank: "ughh how good it feels to release everything..."

*GRRRRRRRRRRR*

Frank: "Son, it's obvious that you need to free yourself too, why don't you?"

Damian: "And that's what I do!" *GRRRRRRR*

Frank: "I was expecting something louder than those gurgling sounds you have..."

Damian: "Just not..."

Frank: "oh come on, we've spent a lot of time together, it's a natural thing"

Damian: "I..."

Frank: "Everybody's waiting for us out there, and I wouldn't want them to come in here..."

*GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

Damian: "ugghhhhhh"

*GRRRRRRR* *PFFFFTTTTT* *SQGSQGSSHHHH*

Frank: "Well done, let me teach you"

*PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *QHSHQSHSQHQSSSHHHHHHHHH* *TRRTRTRTR* *TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PFTFTFTFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT* *PLOP*

Damian: "Hahahahaha oh come on"

*PRRRR* *HQSHQSHQSHSHQSHQSHSQSHSQHQSQHQS* *BLLLRRRRRRRRR* *PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTT* *TRTRTRTRTR* *SSSSSHHHHHHHHHH*

Frank: "I feel like the wings are forcing me to open my butt even wider"

*SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHH* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *PFFFFFTTTTTTT* *TRUM* *CRUSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH* *PFFFFTTTTT*

Damian: "Those beers are charging me very dearly"

*PFFFFFTTTTT* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *TTTTRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *SQHSQHSHSQSHHHHHHHHH* *FFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

Frank: "And with taxes"

*PLOP* *SQSHHHHHHHHSQHHHHHHHHSHHHHHQQQHSHSSH* *TRTRTRTRTPRRRRRRRRR* *SSSSSSSSSSSRRRRRRR* *TRRRRRRRRUMMMMTRRRRRUUMMMM* *PLOP*

Damian: "hahahaha I think I'm done"

Frank: "Not me yet, I shit on my underpants and in this cubicle there isn't even toilet paper"

Damian: "Take this roll dad, clean yourself first"

Frank: "But you must get out of here, everyone out there is waiting for you."

Damian: "I don't want to celebrate my wedding without my father present"

[tdude345]

What Are Friends For?

'Oh yeh, this has done it' I thought as I finished the last slice of pizza. Extra meat and extra cheese, the greasier the better. This was on top of of the full fry up I'd had for breakfast. The cabbage stew for lunch. Topped off with a protein shake. Not that I'd been to the gym today, that wasn't the point. I'd just had one, on top of all that heavy food, to get myself nice and gassy. My stomach was bloated with gas and it was starting to bubble away inside.

I have been planning this day for a while now. Ever since I worked out my friend, Joel, had a fart fetish. At first I'd thought it was just the usual, gay guy fancying his straight best friend. I didn't mind, he was free to lust after my ass. Nothing would happen, but he was free to look. But I realised he liked it more than just to look at. I'm a gassy guy and my blasts can clear a room, but not Joel. He'd always make a comment on them. Hed sit on the floor next to me, said it was "more comfortable". No amount of farts would shift him. He'd just get closer through the night.

Now he'd never admit it to me, he was too shy. I felt bad for the guy. He didn't have much luck with pulling guys, maybe his fetish made it hard. So I'd decided to help him out. I planned a day of food that I knew would aggravate my stomach, get me all gassed up, and invited Joel over to watch a film.

He arrived on time, which was great because I could not hold these in for much longer. As he sat down in his usual spot on the floor I went to the TV and turned it on, making sure to silently release a fart and crop dust him as I walked past. He didn't say anything but I caught him staring at my ass as I passed. So on the way back to the sofa I turned and stood in front of him as I loaded Netflix, letting him get a good view.

Releasing another small silent fart, only this time in his face, I looked down. "Do you need anything?"

"No...no...I'm good. Shall we start the film?"

I sat down on the sofa next to him and pressed play. The film hadn't been going for more than 5mins when I let out an enormous fart.

PPPPPRRRRBBBBBB

After holding them in and only releasing the silent wisps so far, this one had erupted out. More than I'd planned.

"That was a big one!" Joel joked, laughing a little. "Gassy today? Thought I smelt one when you got up"

"Yeh, my stomach is rough. Sorry about that"

"It's fine. You know it doesn't bother me".

The smell of the fart lingered, it had a meaty scent, one of my better ones.

But I was just getting going. I let out a couple more silent ones to really fill the room. Letting Joel stew in my fumes. Never once saying anything. Happily sitting there, watching the film he'd say of course, but still he was inhaling pure methane. I knew my suspicions were right, no one else would have stayed in the room, let alone sit so close to the source.

It was time to push it. I let out a triple assault.

Prrrrbbbb

Pbbbbtttt

PPPBBTTT

Laughing as I unloaded I began wafting the air. "Oh man, they stink! Here, breathe through this", and I handed him a cushion of the other end of the couch.

Joel took it, faked using it as a mask for a second, then just gave me his innocent smile and placed it behind him. "Ha, thanks, but I'm fine, I'm used to your butt bombs".

Damn this guy loves my gas. Needed to crack him before I eventually ran out. I wanted him to openly embrace it, not just sneak sniffs from the side. I decided to give him a little treat to tide him over, until he was ready to open up.

The farts were now putrid, even for me and I'm used to my own flavour. The milk from the protein shake was really kicking in. But I was able to let out some quiet wet ones. I moved the cushion next to me down a bit so half of it was under my ass. Then for 10mins released a constant stream of silent farts on to it.

Casually I pulled it out and passed it to Joel, need another cushion? I could feel how warm it was from the farts and being flattened under my big ass.

Joel looked like he was going to decline it, then the smell must have hit him. Could have sworn his eyes glazed over, he took it and placed it behind his head but turning so his face was pressed up against the scented fabric. He wasn't even facing the film now.

I watched as huffed on the cushion, away in his own little world. The first cushion he had behind his back was pulled out and placed over his crotch to cover, I assume, evidence he was pitching a tent. I was thrilled.

"Hey, Joel, I have a gift for you"

"What is..." Joel began before being interrupted as I slid down the sofa and turned so his face was mms from my hole

PPPPPRRRRBBBBBB

My fart exploded in his face. I swear it blew his hair.

Joel looked shocked. "Damn, man, what you do that for?"

"It was a gift, I knew you'd like it"

"I don't like your farts"

"Sure you do! You're always sitting next to me, despite how gassy I am. Tonight I have been actively butt bombing this room and you have been vaccuming them all up. Plus you have been glued to a literal fart cushion for 10mins. Mate I paused the film and you never noticed!"

It was quite cute to see him get all flustered. He went a little red too.

"I don't...I just don't mind..."

"Don't worry about it" I said. "It doesn't bother me. I mean I've had no issue when you walked behind me on the stairs so you can stare at my fat ass, though I suppose you were back there sniffing it secretly. I don't mind when you make jokes about it. We're friends, it's just fun for me, and something you really want."

Joel didn't say anything, I may have doubted my instinct had it not been for one fact. He still hadn't moved. My ass remained hovering inches from his face.

"Honestly, just admit..."

Prrrbbb

"...you have..."

Pffftttt

"...a fart fetish".

PPRRRRRRPPPBBBBB

With each toxic blast Joel closed his eyes and sniffed deeply. When the last fart ended he looked up at me. Eyes watering. Clearly conflicted to unload his biggest secret. As seconds ticked like an eternity, the silence lingering along with the smell of my farts in the air, Joel eventually reached for his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. I could see it pressed hard against the waistband of his jeans. That moment of pleasure must have tipped him over, he looked at my ass and whispered, "I have a fart fetish". And with that he dove in, sniffing the back of my joggers and getting his nose up in my crack. "Thank you!"

I lay there, proud of myself as Joel pigged out. "You're welcome...

PPPPPRRRRRRTTTTTTT

...what are friends for?"

[tdude345]

A Surfer

It was a great day, June 13, a perfect day to go to the beach to sunbathe, eat and above all, surf. It was a fabulous beach, there were several food stalls and natural juices that gave you energy for the whole day, it was full of people, many with large umbrellas to relax and not worry about all the world's problems.

Many were relaxing and enjoying themselves, this was not the case with a small group of surfers who were the stereotype of surfers, Jake was a 20 year old man, the youngest of the group, he was thin, measuring 68 inches (1.75 cm ), had small pecs, zero pectoral hair, and blonde hair. The 2nd member was Alan who was 21 years old, he was the smallest of all measuring 65 inches (1.65 cm), he had strong arms and afro type hair, he was the most tanned of all. The third member was Carl, he was 21 years old, measured 69 inches (1.75 cm), he was the hairiest of all, he had long hair, the chest hair was curly and brown in color, he was the one with the least shame of all, so much so that her bathing suit was small and tight that you could even see some of her pubic hair. The fourth and last member was Lars, being 22 years old, he is the oldest of the group, he measured 75 inches (1.90 cm) making him the tallest, his skin was white, and brown hair, he had no muscles and no hair, but he was the best of the group in surfing.

Lars previously belonged to a group of surfers when he was barely 16 years old, he suffered a cruel prank by the then leader who was 5 years older than him, although in theory it would be like an initiation ritual for the ocean, according to him it was for "Calm the waters of your mind to dominate the wildest waves of the God of the Sea", the leader named the ritual "The Awakening of the Volcano". It consisted of making his classmates "explode" with a homemade natural laxative, the objective was to make them lose their shame and fear by making them have an embarrassing moment, likewise, to strengthen the friendship in the group. Lars at first remembered it as a nightmare but he grew up and understood why their leader did that to them, likewise, that leader suffered that prank when he was a rookie, so it was a kind of ritual that passed through generations, and being the new leader of the group, he felt as if it was a duty to do the ritual of "The Awakening of the Volcano".

On June 13, very early in the morning, Lars, before reaching the beach, made the natural laxative that his former leader named the laxative "Tropical Magma", it was almost 2 in the afternoon (Time that his companions They met to surf), and he had just finished the laxative, he took it in a thermos that he had and took it to the beach. It was 2 o'clock and the whole group of friends was already there, as they used to do, first they ate something light and then went to the beach, of course, without first waiting a little while to enter the beach, the friends were going to ask for juice of orange but Lars stopped them and said that he had made a homemade juice and he wanted the whole group to try it, the thermos was big enough to fill the three glasses halfway, he didn't drink with the excuse that he had already taken his part He was on his way to the beach and he didn't want to finish it all by himself. The friends drank the "juice", it tasted sour, it had the same color and thickness as tomato juice. A characteristic of this laxative was that it remained hot and caused a little burning in the throat, which is why it was dubbed "Tropical Magma" because it was hot when it entered and... BURNED when it came out.

They rested for 20 minutes to start surfing, Lars knew that the laxative needed half an hour to work so he lay down in the shade while he watched his friends having fun, after a few minutes Alan returned to the shore and sat next to Lars who was sunbathing. Lars asked why he left the waves and Alan said his tummy hurt, In his mind Lars laughed when something sudden happened, A long loud fart came out of Alan, he quickly hugged his stomach, Lars laughed and said: "Dude, it sounded like your buttocks were clapping!" Alan said it wasn't funny, only 2 minutes passed when Alan moaning said "Oh man... my stomach is killing me... I think I'm going to shit my pants... NOW!!!", Alan jumped and ae ran while moaning and a long, loud and wet fart followed him behind him, Lars shouted: "Old man!!!! you look like a rocket that is propelled by a fart!!!". In the distance you could see the missing members: Jake and Carl, Carl arrived and said: "HEY! that's disgusting! stop farting here!!!", Lars laughed and said that it was a gift from Alan, Carl laughed so hard that he let out a short wet fart, both Jake and Alan laughed, but Carl and Jake were worried and sore, Carl said he was going to go to the bathroom to pee and Alan said the sea is a big bath, Carl He said that Alan was crazy but Alan replied: "Why do you care? I've seen you urinate many times in the sea and you haven't had a single bit of shame, unless you urgently need to do number 2", Alex said nervously :"Why do you say that?" and Alan replied: "Because Carl's Fart smells like a recently uncovered pipe", Carl ignored him and walked away with Alex, Alan said: "Wait for me guys!!!".

They reached the only bathroom on that side of the beach because the boys liked to surf in places away from people, desperate Jake did not hesitate at any time and quickly opened the bathroom door, which was a small wooden cabin with a single toilet. , Jake was surprised to see Alan sitting there, a strong hot smell hit Jake's face while Alan was completely naked in a fetal position and sweaty, Lars laughed at that, Jake quickly closed the bathroom door, he was about to run to find another bathroom when he was frozen by the pain he felt, a few more steps and he would shit his pants, Carl on the other hand knocked on the bathroom door telling Alan to hurry up, Alan tired said: "Enough... no I can get out of here... Why?????" and behind the door a small explosion of diarrhea was heard, Carl got desperate and hit the door but the force he exerted to hit it made him expel liquid from his anus, Carl held his butt and ran away, the shit flooded his panties, In addition to the fact that he was the only member who surfed semi-naked, he released his butt and noticed that hot lava came out of his yellow panties but it was not the time to worry, he found some big rocks, squatted down and under the load of his panties It looked like mud and the crater exploded, tons of diarrhea came out of it, it was hot and it made her anus burn but at least the ritual was over. 5 minutes passed and Jake kept writhing next to Alan's bathroom while Lars just watched, then the miracle happened, Alan came out of the bathroom completely naked, covering his penis with his shorts, Alan said to Jake: "All yours, friend... ", Jake entered desperate, in the small bathroom it was intensely hot, you could hardly breathe but it was not time to worry about that, Jake undressed and sat on the hot toilet, his crater exploded and completely burned his anus, Jake with his hands he pushed the walls to bear the pain, meanwhile Alan and Lars were outside, Alan got angry with Lars because he was laughing, he said: "You're laughing because you know it's your stupid juice's fault!!" , Lars said: "Technically it's a laxative not a juice", Alan: "WHAT?" Alan groaned in pain and farted long and ducked when suddenly another fart caused Alan's anus to expel flying diarrhea straight into Lars' pants, Alan worriedly said "OH NO!" and opened the bathroom door where Jake was, directed his crater and sat on top of Jake's penis that was still shitting, Alan exploded for the second time, diarrhea was overflowing from the toilet when that happened.

It took half an hour for everyone's intestines to calm down and Lars could clear things up, his friends hated him but in the end Lars won their forgiveness by pledging to wash everyone's diarrhea clothes, the group were naked and bathed in the sea, Lars accompanied them and undressed too, they were laughing, although most of the time bubbles came out in the water, a sign that his friends were still farting and that the effects of the laxative did not end.

[tdude345]

King of the Shitter

Finn sat alone in the restroom, pants down around his ankles, as he waited for any movement. His bowels had been slightly backed up and the young man had been unable to go for around three days. Now Finn might not look it with his tall, thin frame and handsome face with blue eyes and black hair, but he generally was able to poop every day, so this little back up was cause for some concern. The sound of footsteps approaching caught his attention, someone entered the stall to his right and locked the door. The stranger pulled down his pants and there was a small thud as they mounted the bowl. Finn looked down to take a glimpse of the shoes of his neighbor, recognizing the baseball shoes of one of his college friends, Cade. Cade must have also recognized Finn’s typical work boots, “Hey Finn, you next door?” 

“Yeah Cade.” Finn responded, he was used to talking while shitting, it happened all the time when he was in high school. Cade chuckled, “Well, let me tell you, I’ve been needing this shit for a while, was turtleheading as I was making my way over…Plop…aahh man, this will be bigger than I thought. That felt like a brick...hold on...here’s another...Plop...ohhh, that felt better.” 

Cade’s commentary continued as plops, splashes, and thuds kept sounding from the bowl, “So, I went out with this girl last night and...Plop...she was a nice nice gal. Talking a total ten, brunette with wonderful...Ploosh...green eyes. Man, I’m shitting up a storm in here, wonder what I ate that makes me produce steel logs.”

“New diet?” Finn suggested as he still couldn’t feel any movement from his bowels. The sounds of the turds leaving his neighbor’s body and the sighs of satisfaction only made Finn want to go more. Cade chuckled, “Could be, I know I have been eating more protein...Braaap...Oh speaking of which, here it is…”

*Braaap* *Plop* *Ploosh* *Braaap* *Braaap* *Plop* *Plop* *Braaap*

“Woohoo man, that was a rush, what a total relief! Feels like I just lost five pounds...aahh shit...here comes round two…”

*PPFFFTTTT* *SQHSQHHSSHQSH* Braaap* *BBRRRR* *BBBBRRRRRR* SQSHSQSHHHSQSHH* *Plop* *Ploosh* *Plop* *Braaap* *PPFFTTTT* 

“Whew, that’s what I’m talking about!” Cade exclaimed as he proceeded to pull off some toilet paper. Finn heard the sound of the other man cleaning his ass, Cade stood up and flushed the toilet, “Man, I needed that, feels like I lost ten pounds.”

The door unlocked and the baseball player went to the sinks. Finn stood up himself, no movement from his bowels so what was the point. Walking out of his stall, Finn washed his hands beside Cade, Cade gave another sigh of relief, “Nothin’ better than that feeling, anyway, I will see you around Finn.”

Finn watched as his friend left the restroom, slowly following afterwards before making his way towards his dorm. The heaviness in his gut wasn’t fading anytime soon and maybe the walk would help get a few things moving on their own. 

But the walk did nothing to help his backed up bowels, the young man sat on his bed, an arm wrapped around his stomach as it gurgled and cramped. The dorm room door opened and one of his roommates, Sid, came walking into the room. Sid’s brown eyes studied Finn, worry etched in every feature, before he sat on the bottom bunk bed across from his roommate. Sid tilted his head, “Are you feeling alright Finn?” 

“Naw Sid, I’m a bit backed up is all.” Finn answered as another cramp tore through his midsection. How the young man would have just loved to be able to sit on the toilet, give one push, and have an absolute monster of a dump. Sid reached over and patted his friend’s shoulder, “I have a solution, but I am not doing it for you.” 

“What is it?” Finn asked, curiosity getting the better of him. Sid walked into the dorm’s bathroom before returning with a small box, he pulled out a torpedo-shaped object, “It’s a suppository, you just got to insert it into your ass and it should clear everything right up.”

“I have to insert that into my ass?” Finn reiterated as a question. He was about to object to the solution before another cramp clawed through his stomach. Finn hissed before grabbing the device, “All right, I am doing it.” 

“Just remember to leave it in for fifteen minutes after you insert it.” Sid said with a small chuckle as Finn went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. The young man dropped his pants before positioning himself in front of the mirror, trying to get a good angle in order to see his ass. Once he could spot where his asshole was, Finn gently inserted the device. It felt weird to have something in his rectum, but he managed to get it a good one inch in like the instructions said. Pulling up his pants and washing his hands, the young man exited the bathroom and sat back on his bed. Sid gave him a small smile, “Able to get it in?”

“Yes, felt weird, but it’s in.” Finn replied. SId nodded, “Well, like I said, wait fifteen minutes for it to work and everything should be right as rain.”

Finn nodded back and the two of them began to shoot the breeze as the time ticked down on the clock. It was around seven minutes in when Finn felt his stomach cramp suddenly, the stagnant mass inside of him moved a little. A few minutes later, the young man’s load went from not moving to getting closer to the exit with each second. The pressure in his gut built and soon Finn’s ass was beginning to sweat, his stomach contractions were getting stronger, and his need was beginning to grow more urgent with each passing moment. Eventually, at the ten minute mark, Finn voiced his need, “I gotta take a shit, I gotta poop Sid, I can’t…can’t hold it much longer.” 

“Just a few minutes longer,” Sid replied as he patted his friend’s shoulder, “How about you give a few farts? It might relieve the pressure a bit.”

Finn gave a small nod before meaning over on his left side, there was a small puff of air as he released a small fart. The two guys shared a quiet chuckle before Finn passed another airy puff of a fart. The pressure in his gut did decrease a bit with each pass of gas, but the third fart was a little different, being not as long and of a higher pitch. Finn gave a small gulp before sitting back down and whimpering as his stomach clenched harder, “It worked a little, but now I am near turtleheading, Sid I need to go now.”

“Sorry dude, you have around two more minutes left.” Sid responded with sympathy dripping from his voice. Finn whimpered once more as his gut rolled and cramped with each passing second, the feeling of a large log pressing against his asshole, which he had clenched tightly shut. Another cramp sent his load pressing against his closeup asshole almost like a battering ram, the young man gave another whimper in both pain and desperation, “Sid, the suppository worked, please, I gotta shit.”

“Just one more minute.” Sid responded as he got up and sat next to Finn, placing a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. Another vicious cramp tore through Finn’s midsection, the muscles holding his anus shut were getting tired of having to hold back what needed to be let out. Finally, after what felt like hours, SId patted his back, “Fifteen minutes are up, go take that shit Finn.”

You didn’t have to tell Finn twice, he bolted up from his bed and practically ran to the dorm bathroom, closing the door behind him. Not even bothering with the lock, his hands went desperately to his pants and somehow managed to undo them, pulling them to his ankles. Finally, the young man was able to mount his snow-white buttocks on the porcelain seat of the toilet, the cold feeling on the smooth skin of his rear caused him to give a push in reflex. His anus domed open as a massive, wide, hard turd poked its way out and crackled audibly into the bowl. Finn couldn’t help but release a moan of pleasure at the feeling of all the waste finally leaving his body, it didn’t help that it was also pressing on his prostate. The turd eventually tapered to an end and dropped into the bowl with an audible plop, his anus was forced open once more as a turd of a similar size churned out to join its sibling. This continued for a while, Finn’s stomach churned out thick, long, firm logs that splashed and plopped each time they dropped. Sweat beaded on his forehead as the young man gave small grunts to keep some of the larger logs on their way, his asshole which had to be forced closed was now continually forced open by the steady flow of shit. But eventually his bowels were able to take over and the rest of his load continued to noisily crackle and drop into the toilet. The door to the dorm opened and he heard the sound of his other roommate, Jason, saying, “Hey where’s Finn?”

“In the bathroom, had to take a shit, but was constipated. Had to give him a suppository.” Sid answered. The dorm bathroom door opened and Jason peered in, “Dude, sounds like you’re dropping concrete into the toilet!”

“Well, this was very much necessary. This is three days worth of shit.” Finn answered with a chuckle as one last large turd dropped into the toilet, its sound muffled by all the other logs. The young man gave a sigh of relief, “And it is all done.”

“Mind if we catch a look?” Jason asked.

“Yeah I want to see the result of my help.” Sid replied as he rushed to the bathroom door. Finn shook his head as he rose in order to give himself and his roommates a glimpse into the bowl. There were around one dozen turds, all the same length with some being as wide as a forearm, and stacked one on top of the other. Sid whistled, “That’s the largest dump I’ve ever seen.”

“Same here.” Sid added in disbelief, “You should be called the King of the Shitter of all that. Might want to give a flush so as not to break the toilet.”

Finn gave a small smirk as he hit the flush, the toilet gave a choked sort of sound before managing to flush away all of the waste inside of it. Finn sat back down and proceeded to pull off some toilet paper, “Would you mind giving me privacy while I clean myself up?”

“Of course, your highness.” Sid answered as the two guys closed the door. Finn chuckled at his new nickname as he wiped between his two ass cheeks. It didn’t take much, and, with another sigh of relief, Finn stood up and redid his pants. He washed his hands before rejoining his roommates, lighthearted joking and teasing ensuing.

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For those that want to see what Finn would have looked like while on the toilet.

Finn's doppelgänger – @theseguysgottago on Tumblr

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THE GRUNT-BROTHERS

Not many guys used the decrepit wooden outhouse by the swamp at the far end of the summer camp at Dark Lake. It looked rotten as the fallen tree trunks submerged in the murky swamp water, the ones fungi grew on and turtles crowded to bask in the sun. The outhouse had four holes but two lacked seats and were split and seemed like they were ready to cave in.

 Dan, blond and muscular, green-eyed and long-limbed and horny, felt the slight urge to move his bowels and the pressing one to jack off. In the cool stinking interior, he could do both. Pulling open the wobbly door and stepping into the gloom, he all but jumped when he saw that one seat was occupied–by another tall, 18-year-old counselor, Kyle Daggett. “Sorry!”

 "Hey.”

 Kyle was one of the hottest guys at camp, six feet tall, a couple of inches beyond Dan, with coal-black hair, close-set cobalt-blue eyes, and an arrogant jawline. Lean and lithe, he’d been a prep school track star, hard-bodied, with a thick, kielbasa of a cock and an ass so perfect Dan couldn’t imagine it cutting a fart , let alone dropping a log.

 “I can go.”

“No way, man. Stay. Have a seat.” Kyle indicated the one next to him, inches away from his bare thigh. Kyle was wearing a red St. Tropez T-shirt, and his Madras shorts and boxers were pushed to his ankles. He squeezed his legs together, censoring his privates, but his bush was exposed in all its glory, as were his barbell-hard calves. Kyle grinned. “Really.”

Maybe the dingy light would camouflage Dan’s blushing. Unbuckling his belt, he yanked down his dungarees and white cotton briefs in one quick gesture. As he did, he realized Kyle would have a close-up view of his bare bottom and deep crack, both dusted with wiry, golden hair.

Dan settled on the toilet seat, accidentally brushing his right knee against Kyle’s left. He drew it away quickly. “Close quarters.”

 “It’s kind of peaceful.”

It reeked, but the loose boards in the walls and roof allowed fresh air and sunlight to enter the structure.

Kyle pulled on one buttock, as if to open his crack wider. His face turning red, he cut a dry, windy fart. “Sorry…” Then he laughed. “Your turn, bro.”

Dan didn’t dare glance at Kyle, too afraid he’d fixate on his cock. He himself was hunching over, hiding his own rapidly bobbing hard-on.

“Let’s hear it, Dan.”

Truthfully, camp had constipated Dan: the gross food, the new schedule, and yeah, the lack of privacy. He hadn’t had a BM in two miserable days. He grunted, his face hot with embarrassment.

“Nothing?”

“I’m trying, hey.” 

“Shitting a brick?”

“A fucking brick wall.” Dan snickered.

Kyle shifted, so that he inched closer to Dan and the hairs on their thighs touched. “I gotta let one.” Kyle pushed, and pushed his thigh directly against Dan’s, all the while staring at Dan with his cobalt-blue eyes. “Man. It’s coming.” Kyle cut a loud, wet series of farts and then a heavy turd smacked onto the oozy pile of toilet paper and worse below. “Ten pounds lighter!”

Dan dared say it. “Congratulations.” He clapped Kyle on his track-hard shoulder, then, with even more daring, left his hand, warm and trembling, on the shoulder a moment too long.

Kyle stood, exposing his amazing bare bottom, square, hard, with a tight crack. Kyle peered into the hole, where both boys saw the massive coil of Kyle’s soft grunt. “You’re next.” Kyle’s cock dangled, low but semi-erect, interested.

 Dan was sporting a full-fledged hard-on. “I’m…bound up.”

“Come on, we had beans for lunch.” Kyle re-claimed his seat, closer to Dan’s, so that their bare bottoms pressed together. Kyle circled his muscular arm around Dan’s shoulder. “You can do it, brother.” He cupped his hand around Dan’s knee. Dan was leaking pre-cum the way the antique camp pump leaked water. “Do grunts. Come on, gassyboy.”

Dan obeyed his bro. He strained, staring into Kyle’s teasing eyes. He pushed, and a cannonball of a turd popped out.

“I want a log. I want a fucking redwood.”

Dan could smell Kyle’s turd and sweat and the spearmint gum he chewed to disguise his smoking.

 “Do grunts.”

Slowly, inch-by-inch, a cement-like turd, a regular pylon, came out, out, out. “Fuck…”

“Later,” Kyle said. “When the coast is clear. Dirty bums.”

 At last, the grunt hit the expanse of slop. Dan almost cried but sighed and gasped instead.

“Let me see.” Gently, Kyle lifted Dan off the toilet seat and the boys inspected Dan’s huge log of a BM. “Fucking world record.”

Kyle took Dan’s hips in his strong hands, grinding their boners together, before they even wiped their cracks. Dan never knew which boy came first; they both erupted, soaking their cocks, balls, bushes, and thighs in a streaming flood of stickiness.

Kyle knelt, picked Dan up in his arms. “Hey. Grunt-brother.” Snickering, he bit at his neck.

Dan could have come all over again. Wow, it was incredible, all-out amazing. It was like their assholes were married.

 END

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King of the Shitter

Finn sat alone in the restroom, pants down around his ankles, as he waited for any movement. His bowels had been slightly backed up and the young man had been unable to go for around three days. Now Finn might not look it with his tall, thin frame and handsome face with blue eyes and black hair, but he generally was able to poop every day, so this little back up was cause for some concern. The sound of footsteps approaching caught his attention, someone entered the stall to his right and locked the door. The stranger pulled down his pants and there was a small thud as they mounted the bowl. Finn looked down to take a glimpse of the shoes of his neighbor, recognizing the baseball shoes of one of his college friends, Cade. Cade must have also recognized Finn’s typical work boots, “Hey Finn, you next door?” 

“Yeah Cade.” Finn responded, he was used to talking while shitting, it happened all the time when he was in high school. Cade chuckled, “Well, let me tell you, I’ve been needing this shit for a while, was turtleheading as I was making my way over…Plop…aahh man, this will be bigger than I thought. That felt like a brick...hold on...here’s another...Plop...ohhh, that felt better.” 

Cade’s commentary continued as plops, splashes, and thuds kept sounding from the bowl, “So, I went out with this girl last night and...Plop...she was a nice nice gal. Talking a total ten, brunette with wonderful...Ploosh...green eyes. Man, I’m shitting up a storm in here, wonder what I ate that makes me produce steel logs.”

“New diet?” Finn suggested as he still couldn’t feel any movement from his bowels. The sounds of the turds leaving his neighbor’s body and the sighs of satisfaction only made Finn want to go more. Cade chuckled, “Could be, I know I have been eating more protein...Braaap...Oh speaking of which, here it is…”

*Braaap* *Plop* *Ploosh* *Braaap* *Braaap* *Plop* *Plop* *Braaap*

“Woohoo man, that was a rush, what a total relief! Feels like I just lost five pounds...aahh shit...here comes round two…”

*PPFFFTTTT* *SQHSQHHSSHQSH* Braaap* *BBRRRR* *BBBBRRRRRR* SQSHSQSHHHSQSHH* *Plop* *Ploosh* *Plop* *Braaap* *PPFFTTTT* 

“Whew, that’s what I’m talking about!” Cade exclaimed as he proceeded to pull off some toilet paper. Finn heard the sound of the other man cleaning his ass, Cade stood up and flushed the toilet, “Man, I needed that, feels like I lost ten pounds.”

The door unlocked and the baseball player went to the sinks. Finn stood up himself, no movement from his bowels so what was the point. Walking out of his stall, Finn washed his hands beside Cade, Cade gave another sigh of relief, “Nothin’ better than that feeling, anyway, I will see you around Finn.”

Finn watched as his friend left the restroom, slowly following afterwards before making his way towards his dorm. The heaviness in his gut wasn’t fading anytime soon and maybe the walk would help get a few things moving on their own. 

But the walk did nothing to help his backed up bowels, the young man sat on his bed, an arm wrapped around his stomach as it gurgled and cramped. The dorm room door opened and one of his roommates, Sid, came walking into the room. Sid’s brown eyes studied Finn, worry etched in every feature, before he sat on the bottom bunk bed across from his roommate. Sid tilted his head, “Are you feeling alright Finn?” 

“Naw Sid, I’m a bit backed up is all.” Finn answered as another cramp tore through his midsection. How the young man would have just loved to be able to sit on the toilet, give one push, and have an absolute monster of a dump. Sid reached over and patted his friend’s shoulder, “I have a solution, but I am not doing it for you.” 

“What is it?” Finn asked, curiosity getting the better of him. Sid walked into the dorm’s bathroom before returning with a small box, he pulled out a torpedo-shaped object, “It’s a suppository, you just got to insert it into your ass and it should clear everything right up.”

“I have to insert that into my ass?” Finn reiterated as a question. He was about to object to the solution before another cramp clawed through his stomach. Finn hissed before grabbing the device, “All right, I am doing it.” 

“Just remember to leave it in for fifteen minutes after you insert it.” Sid said with a small chuckle as Finn went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. The young man dropped his pants before positioning himself in front of the mirror, trying to get a good angle in order to see his ass. Once he could spot where his asshole was, Finn gently inserted the device. It felt weird to have something in his rectum, but he managed to get it a good one inch in like the instructions said. Pulling up his pants and washing his hands, the young man exited the bathroom and sat back on his bed. Sid gave him a small smile, “Able to get it in?”

“Yes, felt weird, but it’s in.” Finn replied. SId nodded, “Well, like I said, wait fifteen minutes for it to work and everything should be right as rain.”

Finn nodded back and the two of them began to shoot the breeze as the time ticked down on the clock. It was around seven minutes in when Finn felt his stomach cramp suddenly, the stagnant mass inside of him moved a little. A few minutes later, the young man’s load went from not moving to getting closer to the exit with each second. The pressure in his gut built and soon Finn’s ass was beginning to sweat, his stomach contractions were getting stronger, and his need was beginning to grow more urgent with each passing moment. Eventually, at the ten minute mark, Finn voiced his need, “I gotta take a shit, I gotta poop Sid, I can’t…can’t hold it much longer.” 

“Just a few minutes longer,” Sid replied as he patted his friend’s shoulder, “How about you give a few farts? It might relieve the pressure a bit.”

Finn gave a small nod before meaning over on his left side, there was a small puff of air as he released a small fart. The two guys shared a quiet chuckle before Finn passed another airy puff of a fart. The pressure in his gut did decrease a bit with each pass of gas, but the third fart was a little different, being not as long and of a higher pitch. Finn gave a small gulp before sitting back down and whimpering as his stomach clenched harder, “It worked a little, but now I am near turtleheading, Sid I need to go now.”

“Sorry dude, you have around two more minutes left.” Sid responded with sympathy dripping from his voice. Finn whimpered once more as his gut rolled and cramped with each passing second, the feeling of a large log pressing against his asshole, which he had clenched tightly shut. Another cramp sent his load pressing against his closeup asshole almost like a battering ram, the young man gave another whimper in both pain and desperation, “Sid, the suppository worked, please, I gotta shit.”

“Just one more minute.” Sid responded as he got up and sat next to Finn, placing a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. Another vicious cramp tore through Finn’s midsection, the muscles holding his anus shut were getting tired of having to hold back what needed to be let out. Finally, after what felt like hours, SId patted his back, “Fifteen minutes are up, go take that shit Finn.”

You didn’t have to tell Finn twice, he bolted up from his bed and practically ran to the dorm bathroom, closing the door behind him. Not even bothering with the lock, his hands went desperately to his pants and somehow managed to undo them, pulling them to his ankles. Finally, the young man was able to mount his snow-white buttocks on the porcelain seat of the toilet, the cold feeling on the smooth skin of his rear caused him to give a push in reflex. His anus domed open as a massive, wide, hard turd poked its way out and crackled audibly into the bowl. Finn couldn’t help but release a moan of pleasure at the feeling of all the waste finally leaving his body, it didn’t help that it was also pressing on his prostate. The turd eventually tapered to an end and dropped into the bowl with an audible plop, his anus was forced open once more as a turd of a similar size churned out to join its sibling. This continued for a while, Finn’s stomach churned out thick, long, firm logs that splashed and plopped each time they dropped. Sweat beaded on his forehead as the young man gave small grunts to keep some of the larger logs on their way, his asshole which had to be forced closed was now continually forced open by the steady flow of shit. But eventually his bowels were able to take over and the rest of his load continued to noisily crackle and drop into the toilet. The door to the dorm opened and he heard the sound of his other roommate, Jason, saying, “Hey where’s Finn?”

“In the bathroom, had to take a shit, but was constipated. Had to give him a suppository.” Sid answered. The dorm bathroom door opened and Jason peered in, “Dude, sounds like you’re dropping concrete into the toilet!”

“Well, this was very much necessary. This is three days worth of shit.” Finn answered with a chuckle as one last large turd dropped into the toilet, its sound muffled by all the other logs. The young man gave a sigh of relief, “And it is all done.”

“Mind if we catch a look?” Jason asked.

“Yeah I want to see the result of my help.” Sid replied as he rushed to the bathroom door. Finn shook his head as he rose in order to give himself and his roommates a glimpse into the bowl. There were around one dozen turds, all the same length with some being as wide as a forearm, and stacked one on top of the other. Sid whistled, “That’s the largest dump I’ve ever seen.”

“Same here.” Sid added in disbelief, “You should be called the King of the Shitter of all that. Might want to give a flush so as not to break the toilet.”

Finn gave a small smirk as he hit the flush, the toilet gave a choked sort of sound before managing to flush away all of the waste inside of it. Finn sat back down and proceeded to pull off some toilet paper, “Would you mind giving me privacy while I clean myself up?”

“Of course, your highness.” Sid answered as the two guys closed the door. Finn chuckled at his new nickname as he wiped between his two ass cheeks. It didn’t take much, and, with another sigh of relief, Finn stood up and redid his pants. He washed his hands before rejoining his roommates, lighthearted joking and teasing ensuing.

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For those that want to see what Finn would have looked like while on the toilet.

Finn's doppelgänger – @theseguysgottago on Tumblr

[tdude345]

Sometimes you gotta take a loud, gassy shit in public. Hope nobody heard me 😮‍💨

[tdude345]

Onlyfans being assholes again.

The Rest Stop

Todd was heading to a business meeting out of town. He had the top of his convertible down as he drove down the highway, the wind blowing through his brown hair. Todd reached down and adjusted his crotch through his khaki pants. He was so horny. The night before he had discovered online that there was a rest stop along the way that was popular for cruising. Todd always gets a thrill out of cruising for sex with strangers in public spaces. He soon saw a sign for the next rest stop and he knew this was the one.

Todd pulled into the rest stop parking lot. It was pretty much deserted, except for only one car. When Todd parked he saw the owner of the car walking around the stop’s picnic area. He was an older man with gray hair and beard but dressed as if he had just stopped on the way to work in his button up shirt, dress pants and dress shoes. Todd got out of his car, buttoned up his blazer, and walked toward the rest rooms. As he passed the older man, he nodded and kept walking. He could feel the man’s eyes on him as he entered the men restroom. Todd was considered handsome and stylish in his business suit.

Inside the restroom it was a typical men's restroom, in need of an upgrade. There were three urials on the far tiled wall. Todd took the middle one. He had just unzipped his pants and pulled out his 8” cock when the bathroom door opened and he heard footsteps. He turned when the older man took the urial to his left. The older man looked at Todd and nodded.

“How is it going,” the older man asked as he unzipped his pants.

“Good,” Todd replied and looked forward at the tiled wall.

Todd knew what the man wanted and began to stroke himself. He could feel the man’s eyes watching him. Todd looked out the corner of his eyes as the old man pulled out and stroked what appeared to be a 9” hard cock. The man then reached over and gripped Todd’s hard cock. The man’s hand felt so good around Todd’s cock. Then the sound of heavy boots approaching the door caused the older man to pull his hand away. Todd tried to act normal as the bathroom door opened and the heavy booted footsteps crossed the restroom. Todd turned to his right just as a muscular state trooper took the urial to his right.

Todd was nervous, fearing that he had been caught. The state trooper kept his head down as he unzipped his pants. It was hard for Todd to notice much about the trooper’s face, with the wide brim trooper hat covering his face, but he appears to be younger than Todd. However, it was obvious the trooper was built, his lean, muscular body filling out the trooper’s uniform. It was also soon obvious that the state trooper wasn’t doing his business. Curious Todd turned his head toward the police officer. The trooper kept his eyes down as he pulled his cock out from the side of his white jockstrap pouch and started stroking his own cock. It was barely 6” hard, but fat in the cop’s large hands. Todd wanted to reach over to help the police officer out but was too nervous to act. A part of Todd feared that it was a setup, a burst on the notorious cruise site. However, Todd could tell the state trooper was as nervous as he was.

The old man to Todd’s left was also watching the sexy trooper jacking his cock. The old man moved. He didn’t bother to zip up his pants as he went around Todd and boldly stood just behind the trooper’s back. The old man then got even more bolder by grabbing the state trooper’s muscular, plump behind.

“That a nice ass you got there Officer,” the old man whispered as he squeezed and kneaded the ass through the well fitted uniform pants.

The trooper just grunted and continued to stroke himself. Todd knew the old man was right. The police officer’s ass was large and round, filling the uniform pants out nicely. Todd noticed the wedding band on the officer’s ring finger as he jacked off. He knew the officer was a downlow case just like he was. Todd grew bold and reached out his right hand to wrap it around the trooper’s throbbing cock. The trooper removed his hand as he looked at Todd. The trooper’s brown eyes were a mixture of nervousness and lust as the two men groped and stroked him. Todd watched the muscular chest rise and fall under the bulletproof vest as the trooper breathed heavier. As the older man wrapped his hands around the cop’s waist, his grayish head came only to the trooper’s shaved neck while he kissed the bare neck. Todd watched as the trooper then lifted his utility belt letting the older man undo the officer’s pants belt and undid the uniform pants. The old man then eased the pants down over the trooper’s ass. The Trooper’s white jockstrap framed his muscular ass perfectly. Todd could tell that the state trooper spent a lot of time in the gym, especially when it came to working out on his legs. His legs were thick, with powerful cords of well defined muscles, while his bubble ass was firm and tight.

“Beautiful,” the old man whispered as he gripped both smooth, muscular ass cheeks in his hands, spreading them.

The old man then pressed his cock between the cheeks, moving it up and down the deep tight valley. The Officer closed his eyes and opened his mouth to let out a deep masculine moan. Todd let go of the trooper’s cock and gripped the taller man’s bare neck pulling the cop into a deep kiss. He pushed the trooper’s hat off his head and let it fall to the floor. Todd then ran his right hand over the high and tight buzzed haircut, while pushing his tongue into the masculine man’s mouth. As the two younger men made out, the older man aimed his large cock at the state trooper’s tight smooth hole. The officer moaned into Todd’s mouth while pushing his ass backwards. Todd then pulled away and watched as the officer’s eyes rolled back into his head. Todd knew the older man had penetrated the officer’s tight hole. The sight of the muscular and masculine police officer taking a cock up his ass was a turn on for Todd. His cock was throbbing at the sight and sounds of the trooper taking the cock deeper into him. Todd was so horny. He grabbed the trooper’s head and pulled it down toward his cock. The stronger, trained police officer didn’t resist as he was bent forward and his mouth was pulled onto Todd’s cock. The trooper’s warm mouth felt so good on Todd’s cock. Todd’s eyes met the older man’s, and the man smiled at him. They were pit roasting a hot sexy state trooper right in the middle of a rest stop restroom. The trooper’s muffled groans and moans from being fucked by the old man’s huge cock was vibrating agisnt Todd’s cock causing Todd to fuck the tight throat harder. Both men were pounding hard in and out of both ends of the police officer. From the moans the trooper was enjoying it. Todd reasoned that it was a stress release for the alpha cop. He was always in charge and in control, it felt good to give up control once a while. Let another man dominate and control him.

The old man slapped the trooper’s muscular right thigh, “that’s it, Officer, flexed that coppussy of yours.” He slapped the left thigh, “milk the cum from my cock.”

The older man grunted and thrusted harder, driving the trooper into Todd. Todd tightened his grip on the trooper’s head, ramming his cock deeper down the raw throat.

“Fffuck, I, I’m cumming,” the older man cried out.

Todd knew the man was cumming deep inside the Trooper’s ass drove Todd over the edge. He gripped the trooper’s head even tighter as he pushed as deep down the throat as he could. Todd moaned loud and flooded the officer’s mouth. He felt the trooper greedily lapped and swallowed his massive load. Todd was the first to pull out of the trooper. The officer’s brown eyes looked up at him in a lust filled glaze as cum overflowed from his mouth, running down his masculine face. When the old man pulled out of the trooper he gave the cum filled ass a slap.

“Fuck, that was hot,” the man put his cock back into his pants.

As the trooper stood up, they noticed that he had come inside his jockstrap, filling the tight pouch. The cum ran down his thighs. He didn’t say a thing as he pulled up his pants and straightened his uniform and left the restroom.

Before Todd left the restroom he traded phone numbers with the older man. He usually prefers his hookups to be anonymous but he was so surprised by what they just did that he traded names and numbers with the older man. It was then he learned the older man's name was Robert. Todd shook hands with Robert and exited the restroom. As he exited the rest stop building he saw the sleek,modern black state police cruiser pulling away from the parking lot and headed toward the highway. Todd then got back into his car and resumed his travel to his meeting.

During his business meeting, Todd mind kept drifting away from the boring meeting to the events at the rest stop. He kept having to adjust his pants as his cock grew hard. The meeting dragged on for hours and the only thing Todd wanted to do was to go back to his hotel room and jack off his cock while re-living the scene from earlier in his mind.

When the meeting finally ended, Todd began to pack up his work to leave, when he received a text. At first he didn’t recognize the number but read the message:

This is Robert, we met earlier today. I’m staying at the staybreak hotel on route 35. Stop by tonight, I have a treat for you.

There was an attachment. Making sure he was alone, Todd opened the attachment and to his surprise saw a video of the trooper standing looking at the camera. The video was recorded from inside of a car, with the trooper standing by the car window. A hand, which Todd deducted was Robert’s, was squeezing and kneading the state Trooper’s impressive bulge in the tight uniform pants. The outline of the 6” hard cop cock was obvious through the uniform pants.

Todd couldn’t wait for the time to arrive to meet Robert. He drove to the roadside motel, arriving exactly on time. It was dark as Todd made his way to the motel room. Parked in front of the motel was Robert’s car and the black sup up police cruiser. He took a deep breath and knocked on the motel door. It only took Robert only seconds to unlock and open the door.

Robert smiled, “I'm glad you came.”

Robert was still wearing his button up shirt and brown pants he had on earlier in the day.

“Come inside,” the man stepped aside.

Todd entered the motel room and stopped. He couldn’t believe his eyes. On one of the double beds, laid the state trooper from earlier in the day. This time the muscular younger man was naked, except for his black boots and gunbelt. His wrists and boot covered ankles were cuffed together by the trooper’s own handcuffs, which kept the muscular legs in the air and his impressive ass exposed. The trooper’s nightstick was sticking out of the cop’s ass, hinting that Robert had been fucking the masculine police officer with it before Todd arrived. The trooper’s cock was rock hard, and throbbing, leaking precum on to his chisel cobblestone abs. Already his abs and slight hairy, tattooed pecs were coated with dry cum.

The trooper looked at Todd with lust filled eyes. Cum was running down his firm square jawline.

“We started a little earlier but there is plenty of him left, isn’t there,” Robert said with pride.

“Yes, sir,” the trooper replied. His voice was deep and masculine.

Robert reached down and pulled the nightstick from the trooper’s hole. The trooper moaned as the baton was pulled out and cum began to leak from his stretched hole.

“After our little fun, I was driving home when Officer Cooper pulled me over for speeding,” Robert recounted how he hooked back up with the state trooper. “You can imagine both of our surprises when he approached the window of my car.” The older man moved the nightstick down the Trooper’s thick, muscular hamstrings. “He was so cocky when he got out of his cruiser and approached my car, those beautiful muscles stretching his uniform. However, the minute he saw me and recognized me from the rest stop all of his arrogance faded. Didn’t it?” Robert tapped the trooper’s cock with the nightstick and then used the stick to lift his full smooth balls.

“Yes, sir,” Trooper Cooper grunted.

Officer Cooper’s eyes looked at Todd.

“I made it quite clear that I recognized him as well and if he didn’t want his superiors and his wife to know about his extracurricular activities he would be a good obedient boy,” Robert continued. “It seems like our cop toy likes being dominated by other men. It is something of a stress relief for him to give up control to a gay man.”

Todd continues to listen as he undresses. His eyes never left the trooper’s body. Officer Cooper's stomach was tight and chiseled. His well developed pecs were adorned with an elaborate tattoo of wings with the words Veni Vidi Vici across his chest. A pair of dog tags hung between his thick pecs, hinting that the trooper was a former marine. The trooper was so sexy and vulnerable which made Todd even more aroused and hard. Once naked, Todd crawled onto the bed and gripped the boot covered ankles and aimed his cock at the well fucked coppussy.

“Go a head fuck him,” Robert laughed and slapped Todd’s ass.

Todd thrusted forward, pushing his cock into the trooper’s well bred hole. The officer moaned loud as Todd cock pushed deeper. Robert stood at the side of the bed and undressed as he watched Todd pull out and thrust back into the muscular police officer’s ass. He was pounding the trooper’s ass hard and deep. Todd closed his eyes enjoying the feel of the hot police officer’s ass around his cock. Officer Cooper’s ass was still tight as it flexed and gripped around Todd’s cock. Cooper’s moans and groans grew louder. Once naked, Robert gripped the trooper’s buzz cut head and turned his head toward his cock. Robert pushed his cock into Cooper’s mouth. The trooper’s head was soon bobbing on and off Robert’s cock while Todd continued to ram in and out of his hole. Officer Cooper’s moans got louder. Robert pulled his cock from Cooper’s mouth and gripped the trooper’s jerking, bouncing cock. Todd continued to hold on to the muscular calves and fuck the plump ass while watching the older man aiming the cop’s cock at the masculine handsome face.

“Ffuck,” Officer Cooper cried out and arched his back off the bed.

His anal muscles clamped down on Todd’s cock like a Vice as his body spasmed around it. Cooper’s cock erupted sending cum flying through the air, landing on his face and hair. The powerful ass muscles spasmed and milked Todd’s cock. Todd quickly followed, cumming deep inside the trooper’s coppussy. For the rest of the night, the two men took turns fucking the cop’s ass and mouth until all three couldn’t cum anymore. By morning the muscular, handsome state trooper was reduced to nothing but their cumdump.

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Onlyfans being assholes again.

The Rest Stop

Todd was heading to a business meeting out of town. He had the top of his convertible down as he drove down the highway, the wind blowing through his brown hair. Todd reached down and adjusted his crotch through his khaki pants. He was so horny. The night before he had discovered online that there was a rest stop along the way that was popular for cruising. Todd always gets a thrill out of cruising for sex with strangers in public spaces. He soon saw a sign for the next rest stop and he knew this was the one.

Todd pulled into the rest stop parking lot. It was pretty much deserted, except for only one car. When Todd parked he saw the owner of the car walking around the stop’s picnic area. He was an older man with gray hair and beard but dressed as if he had just stopped on the way to work in his button up shirt, dress pants and dress shoes. Todd got out of his car, buttoned up his blazer, and walked toward the rest rooms. As he passed the older man, he nodded and kept walking. He could feel the man’s eyes on him as he entered the men restroom. Todd was considered handsome and stylish in his business suit.

Inside the restroom it was a typical men's restroom, in need of an upgrade. There were three urials on the far tiled wall. Todd took the middle one. He had just unzipped his pants and pulled out his 8” cock when the bathroom door opened and he heard footsteps. He turned when the older man took the urial to his left. The older man looked at Todd and nodded.

“How is it going,” the older man asked as he unzipped his pants.

“Good,” Todd replied and looked forward at the tiled wall.

Todd knew what the man wanted and began to stroke himself. He could feel the man’s eyes watching him. Todd looked out the corner of his eyes as the old man pulled out and stroked what appeared to be a 9” hard cock. The man then reached over and gripped Todd’s hard cock. The man’s hand felt so good around Todd’s cock. Then the sound of heavy boots approaching the door caused the older man to pull his hand away. Todd tried to act normal as the bathroom door opened and the heavy booted footsteps crossed the restroom. Todd turned to his right just as a muscular state trooper took the urial to his right.

Todd was nervous, fearing that he had been caught. The state trooper kept his head down as he unzipped his pants. It was hard for Todd to notice much about the trooper’s face, with the wide brim trooper hat covering his face, but he appears to be younger than Todd. However, it was obvious the trooper was built, his lean, muscular body filling out the trooper’s uniform. It was also soon obvious that the state trooper wasn’t doing his business. Curious Todd turned his head toward the police officer. The trooper kept his eyes down as he pulled his cock out from the side of his white jockstrap pouch and started stroking his own cock. It was barely 6” hard, but fat in the cop’s large hands. Todd wanted to reach over to help the police officer out but was too nervous to act. A part of Todd feared that it was a setup, a burst on the notorious cruise site. However, Todd could tell the state trooper was as nervous as he was.

The old man to Todd’s left was also watching the sexy trooper jacking his cock. The old man moved. He didn’t bother to zip up his pants as he went around Todd and boldly stood just behind the trooper’s back. The old man then got even more bolder by grabbing the state trooper’s muscular, plump behind.

“That a nice ass you got there Officer,” the old man whispered as he squeezed and kneaded the ass through the well fitted uniform pants.

The trooper just grunted and continued to stroke himself. Todd knew the old man was right. The police officer’s ass was large and round, filling the uniform pants out nicely. Todd noticed the wedding band on the officer’s ring finger as he jacked off. He knew the officer was a downlow case just like he was. Todd grew bold and reached out his right hand to wrap it around the trooper’s throbbing cock. The trooper removed his hand as he looked at Todd. The trooper’s brown eyes were a mixture of nervousness and lust as the two men groped and stroked him. Todd watched the muscular chest rise and fall under the bulletproof vest as the trooper breathed heavier. As the older man wrapped his hands around the cop’s waist, his grayish head came only to the trooper’s shaved neck while he kissed the bare neck. Todd watched as the trooper then lifted his utility belt letting the older man undo the officer’s pants belt and undid the uniform pants. The old man then eased the pants down over the trooper’s ass. The Trooper’s white jockstrap framed his muscular ass perfectly. Todd could tell that the state trooper spent a lot of time in the gym, especially when it came to working out on his legs. His legs were thick, with powerful cords of well defined muscles, while his bubble ass was firm and tight.

“Beautiful,” the old man whispered as he gripped both smooth, muscular ass cheeks in his hands, spreading them.

The old man then pressed his cock between the cheeks, moving it up and down the deep tight valley. The Officer closed his eyes and opened his mouth to let out a deep masculine moan. Todd let go of the trooper’s cock and gripped the taller man’s bare neck pulling the cop into a deep kiss. He pushed the trooper’s hat off his head and let it fall to the floor. Todd then ran his right hand over the high and tight buzzed haircut, while pushing his tongue into the masculine man’s mouth. As the two younger men made out, the older man aimed his large cock at the state trooper’s tight smooth hole. The officer moaned into Todd’s mouth while pushing his ass backwards. Todd then pulled away and watched as the officer’s eyes rolled back into his head. Todd knew the older man had penetrated the officer’s tight hole. The sight of the muscular and masculine police officer taking a cock up his ass was a turn on for Todd. His cock was throbbing at the sight and sounds of the trooper taking the cock deeper into him. Todd was so horny. He grabbed the trooper’s head and pulled it down toward his cock. The stronger, trained police officer didn’t resist as he was bent forward and his mouth was pulled onto Todd’s cock. The trooper’s warm mouth felt so good on Todd’s cock. Todd’s eyes met the older man’s, and the man smiled at him. They were pit roasting a hot sexy state trooper right in the middle of a rest stop restroom. The trooper’s muffled groans and moans from being fucked by the old man’s huge cock was vibrating agisnt Todd’s cock causing Todd to fuck the tight throat harder. Both men were pounding hard in and out of both ends of the police officer. From the moans the trooper was enjoying it. Todd reasoned that it was a stress release for the alpha cop. He was always in charge and in control, it felt good to give up control once a while. Let another man dominate and control him.

The old man slapped the trooper’s muscular right thigh, “that’s it, Officer, flexed that coppussy of yours.” He slapped the left thigh, “milk the cum from my cock.”

The older man grunted and thrusted harder, driving the trooper into Todd. Todd tightened his grip on the trooper’s head, ramming his cock deeper down the raw throat.

“Fffuck, I, I’m cumming,” the older man cried out.

Todd knew the man was cumming deep inside the Trooper’s ass drove Todd over the edge. He gripped the trooper’s head even tighter as he pushed as deep down the throat as he could. Todd moaned loud and flooded the officer’s mouth. He felt the trooper greedily lapped and swallowed his massive load. Todd was the first to pull out of the trooper. The officer’s brown eyes looked up at him in a lust filled glaze as cum overflowed from his mouth, running down his masculine face. When the old man pulled out of the trooper he gave the cum filled ass a slap.

“Fuck, that was hot,” the man put his cock back into his pants.

As the trooper stood up, they noticed that he had come inside his jockstrap, filling the tight pouch. The cum ran down his thighs. He didn’t say a thing as he pulled up his pants and straightened his uniform and left the restroom.

Before Todd left the restroom he traded phone numbers with the older man. He usually prefers his hookups to be anonymous but he was so surprised by what they just did that he traded names and numbers with the older man. It was then he learned the older man's name was Robert. Todd shook hands with Robert and exited the restroom. As he exited the rest stop building he saw the sleek,modern black state police cruiser pulling away from the parking lot and headed toward the highway. Todd then got back into his car and resumed his travel to his meeting.

During his business meeting, Todd mind kept drifting away from the boring meeting to the events at the rest stop. He kept having to adjust his pants as his cock grew hard. The meeting dragged on for hours and the only thing Todd wanted to do was to go back to his hotel room and jack off his cock while re-living the scene from earlier in his mind.

When the meeting finally ended, Todd began to pack up his work to leave, when he received a text. At first he didn’t recognize the number but read the message:

This is Robert, we met earlier today. I’m staying at the staybreak hotel on route 35. Stop by tonight, I have a treat for you.

There was an attachment. Making sure he was alone, Todd opened the attachment and to his surprise saw a video of the trooper standing looking at the camera. The video was recorded from inside of a car, with the trooper standing by the car window. A hand, which Todd deducted was Robert’s, was squeezing and kneading the state Trooper’s impressive bulge in the tight uniform pants. The outline of the 6” hard cop cock was obvious through the uniform pants.

Todd couldn’t wait for the time to arrive to meet Robert. He drove to the roadside motel, arriving exactly on time. It was dark as Todd made his way to the motel room. Parked in front of the motel was Robert’s car and the black sup up police cruiser. He took a deep breath and knocked on the motel door. It only took Robert only seconds to unlock and open the door.

Robert smiled, “I'm glad you came.”

Robert was still wearing his button up shirt and brown pants he had on earlier in the day.

“Come inside,” the man stepped aside.

Todd entered the motel room and stopped. He couldn’t believe his eyes. On one of the double beds, laid the state trooper from earlier in the day. This time the muscular younger man was naked, except for his black boots and gunbelt. His wrists and boot covered ankles were cuffed together by the trooper’s own handcuffs, which kept the muscular legs in the air and his impressive ass exposed. The trooper’s nightstick was sticking out of the cop’s ass, hinting that Robert had been fucking the masculine police officer with it before Todd arrived. The trooper’s cock was rock hard, and throbbing, leaking precum on to his chisel cobblestone abs. Already his abs and slight hairy, tattooed pecs were coated with dry cum.

The trooper looked at Todd with lust filled eyes. Cum was running down his firm square jawline.

“We started a little earlier but there is plenty of him left, isn’t there,” Robert said with pride.

“Yes, sir,” the trooper replied. His voice was deep and masculine.

Robert reached down and pulled the nightstick from the trooper’s hole. The trooper moaned as the baton was pulled out and cum began to leak from his stretched hole.

“After our little fun, I was driving home when Officer Cooper pulled me over for speeding,” Robert recounted how he hooked back up with the state trooper. “You can imagine both of our surprises when he approached the window of my car.” The older man moved the nightstick down the Trooper’s thick, muscular hamstrings. “He was so cocky when he got out of his cruiser and approached my car, those beautiful muscles stretching his uniform. However, the minute he saw me and recognized me from the rest stop all of his arrogance faded. Didn’t it?” Robert tapped the trooper’s cock with the nightstick and then used the stick to lift his full smooth balls.

“Yes, sir,” Trooper Cooper grunted.

Officer Cooper’s eyes looked at Todd.

“I made it quite clear that I recognized him as well and if he didn’t want his superiors and his wife to know about his extracurricular activities he would be a good obedient boy,” Robert continued. “It seems like our cop toy likes being dominated by other men. It is something of a stress relief for him to give up control to a gay man.”

Todd continues to listen as he undresses. His eyes never left the trooper’s body. Officer Cooper's stomach was tight and chiseled. His well developed pecs were adorned with an elaborate tattoo of wings with the words Veni Vidi Vici across his chest. A pair of dog tags hung between his thick pecs, hinting that the trooper was a former marine. The trooper was so sexy and vulnerable which made Todd even more aroused and hard. Once naked, Todd crawled onto the bed and gripped the boot covered ankles and aimed his cock at the well fucked coppussy.

“Go a head fuck him,” Robert laughed and slapped Todd’s ass.

Todd thrusted forward, pushing his cock into the trooper’s well bred hole. The officer moaned loud as Todd cock pushed deeper. Robert stood at the side of the bed and undressed as he watched Todd pull out and thrust back into the muscular police officer’s ass. He was pounding the trooper’s ass hard and deep. Todd closed his eyes enjoying the feel of the hot police officer’s ass around his cock. Officer Cooper’s ass was still tight as it flexed and gripped around Todd’s cock. Cooper’s moans and groans grew louder. Once naked, Robert gripped the trooper’s buzz cut head and turned his head toward his cock. Robert pushed his cock into Cooper’s mouth. The trooper’s head was soon bobbing on and off Robert’s cock while Todd continued to ram in and out of his hole. Officer Cooper’s moans got louder. Robert pulled his cock from Cooper’s mouth and gripped the trooper’s jerking, bouncing cock. Todd continued to hold on to the muscular calves and fuck the plump ass while watching the older man aiming the cop’s cock at the masculine handsome face.

“Ffuck,” Officer Cooper cried out and arched his back off the bed.

His anal muscles clamped down on Todd’s cock like a Vice as his body spasmed around it. Cooper’s cock erupted sending cum flying through the air, landing on his face and hair. The powerful ass muscles spasmed and milked Todd’s cock. Todd quickly followed, cumming deep inside the trooper’s coppussy. For the rest of the night, the two men took turns fucking the cop’s ass and mouth until all three couldn’t cum anymore. By morning the muscular, handsome state trooper was reduced to nothing but their cumdump.

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Couples Trip (fiction)

Paul and Sean had only been dating for a few months when they decided to take a trip overseas together. They arrived in Thailand excited to get to know each other more intimately and make some memories together. They checked into their hotel and headed out. Paul and Sean were starving but it was already pretty late. The two guys hit up the local street vendors and made their way through 5 or 6 different dishes. They then went to a local bar to have a few drinks before heading back.

Paul woke up first in a cold sweat. He looked at the clock and saw it was only 4:30am. He let out a silent fart that smelled atrocious. He realized he would need the toilet soon. Paul was afraid to go in the hotel room. Although him and Sean had known each other for quite some time now, they had never had this type of situation arise.

He made his way to the bathroom and quietly shut the door. He flipped the switch for the fan but nothing turned on. “Fuck”, Paul mumbled under his breath. There was no sound buffer. He dropped his underwear down and took a seat. His ass erupted loudly with a slew of watery shit. His face turned bright red. Just then there was a knock on the door.

“Ummmmm I’m gonna be a few minutes babe”, Paul said.

“I can’t wait. I need to go right now”, Sean replied in a worried tone.

Paul stood up, quickly flushed and unlocked the door. Sean sprinted past him and ripped his underwear down before collapsing onto the bowl. A never ending explosion of shit filled the bow. Sean was so embarrassed he couldn’t even look up at Paul. A second even looser wave broke the silence of the room.

“I’m so sorry. That food must’ve really tore up my stomach”, Sean said to Paul, almost crying from embarrassment.

“Don’t worry. I’m having the same issue. Which speaking of that, we need to swap places”, Paul said while bouncing back and forth on each foot.

But this point both guys had their underwear completely off and were traded places back and forth to unload. This time while Paul was shaking in pain, Sean lightly massaged his stomach. Paul passed a few more watery waves before Sean sat again to do the same.

The street food had given both guys food poisoning and they spent the next two days practically living on the toilet. They didn’t bother to shut the door as all privacy had left them. Over those two days, Sean and Paul got to know each other on a very personal level which helped strengthen their relationship. They both promised to avoid the street vendors for the rest of the trip.