Men's Bottoms on Pottys

 Story time. A while back I was in the downtown district, and decided for whatever reason to stop at this late night club for a drink, having never been there before. 

 A friend refered this club to me and asked if I wanted to join him for a drink there prior, but plans didn’t work out. Anyway, here I was out by myself here by the club he mentioned to me so I figured “what the fuck, I’ll go in and order myself a drink”.

 Upon entering, I discovered the place to be a hip hop club, with a considerably rough crowd inhabiting the place. And me hardly being that type of person, stuck out amoungst the crowd. There was security all about the place, so I wasn’t to worried and figured as long as I ordered my drink, everything was good.

 Well after finishing my drink, I started feeling those familiar cramps in my tummy and realized I better find the men’s room, even though I had no idea what I was in for. I had an open tap, and planned on ordering another drink when I got back.

 I asked the bartender where the bathroom was, and she pointed to a hallway in the back. I headed that way. The doors where on the right, I passed the Ladies room which was the first door and made it to the men’s room door at the end of the hall and went inside. The cramps became stronger.

 To my shock I discovered, to the right of the door from the entry to the back wall, there was the hand sink, a small divider, the urinal, another small divider, and then the toilet with only the tank blocked from view by the little divider. The bowl was in full view the moment the door was open.

 There was no escape for me, in a matter of minutes, a massive dingle berry was going to push it’s way out whether I was ready or not. I walked to the toilet, knowing the chances I was taking. The club was packed, and you know a lot of them where clearly douche bags who could walk in anytime to take a piss. They would see me sitting there. I didn’t even want to think what was gonna happen next. I’d really got myself in over my head this time, but then I figured, this will probably be a quick drop then I can pull my pants up really fast and stand up before anyone could see any part of me, and be in the clear.

 When I got to the toilet, and lowered the seat I discovered graffiti actually carved into the seat. The fact that they where mostly gang symbols really made me uneasy, and unfortunately made the pressure more intense. There was no turning back now. I turned  around, undid my pants, pulled them down to my knees, and sat down. The seat with it’s scratched in graffiti writing felt weird on my naked butt.

 The log I was holding in slowly poked it’s way out, as I noticed more gang graffiti on the bathroom wall right by where I was sitting. I really was hoping I’d be able to poop faster then I was, but this wasn’t just a turd I was passing’ it was a massive LOG!

 When it was about a quarter of the way out, my sphincter clenched onto that loaf, and the movement stopped, and I thought “Uh, oh.” I gave it a little push letting out a grunt as I did, and the log moved not even an inch and stopped again. my butt had instinctively clenched around it because this stool was to big, hard, and heavy. And that’s when the men’s room door opened.

 My heart leaped, and the anxiety came over me immediately. It was as I feared. three drunk guys walked into the bathroom and saw me sitting there, responding the way I knew they would. The sudden startled sensation caused me another short release, that forced out another audible grunt that made them laugh out loud.

 I felt a warm sensation filling my cheeks as I heard them comment. 

 “Aw shit, this is some county jail shit here! not what your supposed to see here!”

 “Yeah, who let the retard into the club?”

 With that my arms and legs went so limp they quivered very noticeably. The only part of me that stayed tense was my butt cheeks around my poo, as it kept doing the clench release push clench release push, with each contraction being only ten seconds apart, and forcing me to vocally grunt every time.

 The three guys noticed all of it, and laughed with every grunt I made.

 “He can’t even pull his pants up, to cover himself because his log is to big, Lol!”

 With that, they pulled their phones out, and started to video me as I struggled and pushed. My pants and underwear pulled to my knees, and the left side of my bare butt in full view. I finally burst into tears. And then more guys started to enter the bathroom. They all gave me a thumbs up, and one said “More power to ya, You’ve definitely got balls man.” So I started to go with it more, and decided to own this moment.

 Eventually, I felt this massive weight release itself from my butt hole, as the massive log slid out of me with great force into bowl, making the loudest splash. Everyone could hear it.