Male Poop Fanfic

One particular blast would sound deep and sloppy, the wet popping noise making it clear that person A’s ass was in a bit of a swampy condition, and they’d pout as they frantically fanned the air. “Eww! Ugh, Person B, these are getting so nasty… I’m really stinking up my clothes now…” Before person B could respond, a barrage of extra farts would escape person A’s ass, causing them to groan in annoyance. “Do you need to go to the bathroom…?” Person B would ask in concern. “Nah… I just wish someone else could be smelling these instead of me,” Person A would huff. “I bet sitting on your face would do it! Hah, just kidding, I could never…”

uhhhhhhhhohhh uh,, here’s a little followup thing to something from my regular kink blog. god help me i cant believe i drew it, what kinda horny god possessed me bonus lil aftermath:

gross comics part two electric boogaloo

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.

Disclaimer: All characters are 19+. If you do not like this type of content, please DO NOT read. This is pure fantasy only.

What are you staring at?

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Still want to keep looking. *laughs*

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A low hiss whispered from this man's circular ass. I was almost mesmerized until the smell. I was almost nauseous and wanted to leave. 

HOURS EARLIER

I was on vacation in Miami, Florida. I was excited as I would finally get a break from the world for a short time. It was noon and the sun was beating against my face. Everyone was drinking, playing at the beach, and the best part, there were some hot men 🥵. 

The day went on and around mid afternoon I met this guy called Jacky. He was tan, lean and had a cute bubble butt. He was pretty cool and seemed to even like me. We chatted and laughed, and I got introduced to his friends. 

"Hey, there's a nice little room we can share and hang out," Jacky said as he smirked. I could tell he wanted something a little more than just hanging out. 

"Sure, I don't mind," I said, agreeing. He led me to a private room which looked very comfortable and fancy. He started taking his shorts off and kept stretching and pacing around the room a little pretending to look around. I thought this was weird and ignored it. 

As I went to sit on the bed I smelled something foul. Has someone left garbage in here? I scanned the room and everything was fine. 

psst

Then I heard it. It was a very quiet poot. Now I realized what the smell was, but even stranger I kinda enjoyed it now.  

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom for a minute," I said as an excuse to hide from embarrassment. 

"Alright, don't take too long. Don't wanna miss out," he said in a cheeky tone. I started becoming even more embarrassed by how hot he was. 

I started to finally cool down after like 10 minutes and walked back out. Surprisingly, Jacky didn't notice me. However, now he was fully naked looking at his phone. Before I could even step closer to him...

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A series of long winded emission from his breathtakingly nice ass traveled through the room with an even thicker scent hanging like fog.

"I'm glad you heard that. I actually saved that one for you. I know you probably fell into my trap earlier. Hehe," he laughed playfully. 

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"Woooo. That was a little wet. Sure you don't wanna sniff. I know you like it." 

I froze. Did he know this entire time? Was I not sneaky enough? Had he noticed me when I came out of the bathroom?

Waking up from my daze I hesitated. I wanted to decline, but I decided why not. I walked over and started to massage his legs. 

BRRPP

He let out a quick burst of air right into my face. I then planted my nose near his butt and softly inhaled. Jacky put his hand on my head and started shoving it deeper.

He let out a few more poots that stunk terribly for a good 20 minutes and then rubbed my face in to let it sit. 

"Aaaaahhhhh. That felt great," he said, relieved. 

ignore the fact that this kinda be an old ask but... (dreamy sigh) yeah...

especially if the one on top is mortified, but they can’t make it stop if they tried, just so much pressure spilling out of them... trying to apologize but can barely get a sentence in, interrupted by a fart every other second-

Before I was laid off, I worked at a warehouse, where I tested wire harnesses.

The bathrooms where located in the break room. Both the Men's and women's rooms next to each other across from the tables and chairs. When you opened the door to the men's, you could see the stalls across from the doorway. The stall door always hung wide open, and wouldn't stay shut unless it was locked. Because of the angle of the stall doorway, it wouldn't stay in the closed position without something holding it in place.

The lock was another story, it was one of the ones that you turned, and a dead bolt would protrude into a hole to lock it in place. Only the dile you turn was missing from the the lock, leaving a gaping hole in the door that you could peek through. (Not that anyone would) So what you had to do to keep the door locked was manually put your finger on the mechanism that the dial would latch, and move the bolt into place to lock it.

The sink was across from the stall to the left where the door would open, so when the stall was open, anyone could see the toilet from the sink. And the men's room got crowded pretty quickly at break time.

One morning I had to really go about an hour before break, but had to wait until it was break time in which case I had to hurry to the men's room as soon as it started, to beat everyone to the stall so I didn't have to wait any longer. The breaks only run 10 minutes.

I rushed as quickly as I could, feeling the cramps in my stomach build as I scampered clear from my work station to the men's room.

I got in just in the nick of time. I went right into that stall and shut the door. Then I tried to lock it, but couldn't get it to align properly.

The pressure built, I tried to hook it as best as I could butt it wouldn't go into the unaligned lock.

I finally got it to stay in place for the moment, butt I knew it could be pushed open. I didn't worry about that because I knew my feet where visible under the stall so no one was just going to push the door open and walk in, so I assumed it was safe to proceed.

I lowered my pants and underwear, and sat down. The log proceeded to begin pushing it's way out as I settled into what would take up the entire break period, leaving little time to wipe wash up and make it back to my work station.

Just then, a big group of men from the welding and sorting departments entered the bathroom. They where a group of middle aged to retirement men of Vietnamese descent, and didn't speak very clear English. They where all talking amongst each other as they stood in line for the urinal very loudly, interrupting and overlapping each other as they proceeded to the pisser than to the sink.

Since I didn't speak Vietnamese, I couldn't understand a word I was hearing, making it sound like voices going around and around. So, I pulled out my phone proceeded to browse the net, until it was time to wipe.

As the poo turtled it's head out my butt, it happened. I heard the click and creaking sound, and realized the awful truth.

I looked and saw what I feared. The haphazardly unsecured door to the men's stall that I was sitting in, slipped loose, and slowly moved into it's open position, exposing me and my bare naked lower half to all these strange men.

"Oh no!" I let slip aloud, and frantically reached out for the opened door, but couldn't quite reach it.

One of the oldest men there, who heard my voice, proceeded to eyeball me through the reflection in the mirror while washing his hands. He was playing it off really cool and didn't say anything, or make like he noticed to anyone else. He just watched as I struggled to reach the door, with my pants and underwear all the way down, part of my butt on the toilet seat, my face turning red from the embarrassment, and the intensity of the big long turd that was forced out of me from all the strain I was putting into reaching the door.

The old man looked right into my face through the mirror, as my face grimaced from the loaf I was pinching. In fact, I ended up pinching off to soon, from all the effort of trying to reach the door so I could pull it shut.

The prematurely pinched loaf dropped into the bowl with a loud splash, grabbing the attention of everyone in the bathroom. I felt all their eyes on me, and tried to conceal my face. That's when I let out a long drawn out fart that echoed through bathroom, adding to my embarrassment.

All the guys got a good laugh out of it, and two of them pushed the door closed so I could reach over and lock it, properly this time.

Blocking what just happened to me from my mind, I finished up wiped and went back to my work station. I went about the rest of my work day without further mentioning of the incident.

Bonus:

B at first suggests A spread their cheeks and slowly release so it’ll come out mostly silent wind but as soon as they try, the force is just too much and it makes a noise as it comes out, quickly squeezing their cheeks together as they almost alerted whatever they’re hiding from. B decides to take action and tells A to trust them as they get behind them and lower their pants and spread their asscheeks again, shoving their face between them before more gas could loudly fart out. B forms a seal with their lips around A’s asshole and gas blows in whether A can help it or not, B swallows and breathes it in while the noxious fumes make them dizzy and they try not to cough (but they’re loving this way too much.) 

A is mortified but is very thankful for a solution although they’re still unwilling to let rip in B’s awaiting mouth, but it feels too good not to. it still makes a slight sound but it’s extremely muffled and the smell isn’t a problem, since it’s going straight down B’s throat. The stimulation of B’s lips and occasional tongue get to A and they start becoming turned on, possibly sensing B enjoys this since no sane person would even consider this an option. B can barely control themselves as they start to touch themselves and rim A. 

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.

You were thrilled when the twink you'd had your eyes on all night at the club accepted your proposition to go back to the hotel you'd been staying at. He didn't just accept but he seemed to be all over you for the whole walk over. You really couldn't keep your eyes off his provocative figure with him barely being covered in just a crop top and a thong you wondered how he was even allowed in the club.

The two of you burst through the door of your room making out and groping eachother. His ass was your main target as he seemed to sway it around in just the right way to get you riled up. In a fit of passion you pushed him against the wall so you could bite up against his neck and grind your hard bulge into his juicy crack. The sensation obviously felt good with him moaning against the wall. You continued rubbing up into his ass until.

BBRRRRAPPPP

A short but powerful fart vibrated against your length making you pause and him giggle.

"Oops, pardon the stink." He playfully wafted his hand. You didn't say anything not wanting to ruin the mood but that would be a hard stink to pardon as you attempted to avoid inhaling the offensive odour which reached your nostrils.

Wanting to move away from the polluted wall you pulled him over to the bed where he pushed you onto your back and perched his ass on your crotch and began to grind. His huge ass felt amazing so you pulled him down to continue making out. It didn't last long as after a short while he pulled his face away and winked at you.

FRRAAAAAARRRRRRPPPPPP

Once again your bulge was tainted with farts but at least the vibrations felt good. The pleasure didn't last for long though as the smell reached your nose and made you start coughing.

"Heheh I feel like I should apologize but I know that felt good." He flirtatiously stated.

"I guess," you responded not wanting to encourage him but also wanting to keep him in the mood, "shame I caught you when you've got a little gas though." You chuckled half heartedly.

"Hah no such thing as a night when I'm not gassy," he joked, it should have been self deprecating but the pride in his voice was obvious, "but are you not a fan of my stinky farts?" He teased immaturely as he continued grinding.

PPPPRRRRRRRAAAAAAARPPPPP

The smell was getting worse as you coughed, but your dick was getting harder at the sensation and the guy was still insanely hot. "I mean they are pretty bad man." You retorted not wanting to be rude.

"Pretty bad?" He replied jokingly offended. He turned over on top of you now sitting on your chest butt looming over you. "If it's just 'pretty bad' then this should be fine for you!"

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The burning hot fart which blew your hair back and stung your eyes made all previous outbursts feel tiny. And the eggy stink point blank was irredeemable making your body feel like it was being poisoned. As you attempted recovery the twink above just bounced his ass and giggled.

"Phewyyy that was a stinker, even for me!"

You managed to catch your breathe, "Okay, enough farts man," you tried to pleade but not too desperately, "can we get onto the good stuff now?"

He laughed, "Oh I think we gave different ideas of good stuff cutie." He was backing up the ass now resting on your chin and just the residual smell radiating from it made you gag. "When your cute face came up to me in the club I just knew I had to ruin it with my stench of course." A malicious tone interwined with his playful words made you shudder in fear of what you got yourself into.

You began to struggle but the smaller guy was stronger than he looked as he slammed his ass down on your face fully disorientating you and assaulting you with his raunchy rear. All you could hear from the outside was the cute guys threatening giggle as you heard a ominous rumble.

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"Man, could you not?"

Your boyfriend just giggled back. Okay so maybe you were a bit obsessed with the game he got you for your birthday, and maybe you had barely spoken to him all day, but him resorting to fart treatment was drastic.

You got a whiff of the deadly stink as it reached you. It was bad, really bad, but at least it wasn't close up.

"Damn babe what did you eat?" You still couldn't tear your eyes from the screen though.

His tone was still playful but now more menacing. "Oh just some eggs," he walked in front of the screen and ignored your complaints and talking over you, "then beans," he began to strip, "then a double stuffed burrito for lunch," he yanked the controller out of your hand, "and finally I went to the cheese fondue I'd booked for us, but since I was all by myself I had to eat both portions." He grinned as he rubbed his stomach. "So all that really put me in the mood for revenge." He smirked as he pointed his bare ass towards your face.

FRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRTPPPPPPPPPPP

The wet pungent blast rocketed against you. The scent of all the gassy foods your boyfriend had eaten hit you like a truck. He'd farted in front of you a couple times, but nothing like this, nothing this powerful.

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The toxic gas continued flowing endlessly out of his hole as he smiled back at your shocked and disgusted expression. It was like you were frozen the stink had paralysed you and the fear of you boyfriends sadism kept you in place.

"Ugh I've been waiting to show you my true stinky colors but now you've given me a reason to,"

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"i'm not holding back!"

He grabbed your head and pulled it into the danger zone. This is when you started resisting, but it was too late and he was too strong.

"Time for me to play a game with you!" He picked up the controller, you were just his gaming seat now, and based on what he'd eaten it seemed like your nose would take a beating.

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last post

Gary arrived to the office at his normal time of 7:45am. He preferred to arrive a bit early so he could hit the men’s room to start his day off. Even though he was in his 50s now, he was still able to enjoy a healthy shit. Most days he had no issue taking his shit but he’d been constipated the past three days. He grabbed his newspaper and headed off. When he swung the door open, the bright lights flashed on, indicating that he’d have some privacy. Gary was never shy about going but he knew this shit would take some work so he hoped to be alone.

He chose the last of three stalls and slowly closed the door. He hung his suit coat up and slowly unbuckled his belt. He let his black pants fall to his ankles and he mounted the bowl. Within seconds of sitting down, his cock began gushing a long and loud piss into the water.

“Ahhhhhhh”, Gary moaned in relief.

He pulled out his newspaper and flipped to the sports section. A tiny but loud fart escaped his cheeks. Gary began to grunt a bit, “aughhhhh”. A few small pebbles of shit plonked into the bowl. He could feel a massive shit right near the exit but knew he needed to really work if he wanted to get it out. Just then, the door swung open and Gary heard the familiar click of dress shoes on the floor. Someone quickly took the first stall. Gary bent down and immediately recognized the shoes as those of Nick, the young buck of the office.

Nick dropped trou and collapsed onto the toilet with seconds to spare. An avalanche of shit blew out him in loud fashion. Nick sighed in immense relief. Gary could barely sit there since the stench was so bad. Nick courtesy flushed but the damage had been done. Trying again to focus on his own shit, Gary began massaging his stomach and grunting again, “oooooh”.

“Sounds rough over there”, Nick said.

“Yeah….didn’t sound too rough for you”, Gary replied.

“I’d been holding this shit in for 45 minutes on the train but goddam if I don’t feel amazing now”, Nick said laughing.

Gary went back to grunting, trying to keep his noises down to a minimum but it was no use. He had to bear down much harder which meant even louder grunting. “Hmmmph”, Gary moaned in a much deeper and louder tone.

“There you go pal, let it out”, Nick responded.

Gary ignored him and felt his shit getting close. “Argggh”, he said this time as a slow crackle began to emanate from his cheeks. He was out of breath and sweating by this point. Gary have another hard push and a log splashed loudly into the bowl below him.

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.

Charles had been sunbathing for quite some time and began to feel a slight grumble in his stomach. He ran his hand over his six pack and could tell he would need a toilet soon. He packed his things up and put them in the trunk of his car. The men’s room was about half a mile down the beach so he began making his way over. Usually he parked near the bathrooms but since it was such a beautiful day, the beach was packed.

When he got close, he got a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He paused for a moment to recover. He quickly made his way through the door only to discover that the stall doors had been removed. With no other option, he took the first available stall and dropped his swim trunks to his knees. His ass wasn’t even able to make full contact with the seat before loose diarrhea blew out of him. “Oh my god”, Charles whispered under his breath.

Another guy walked in at that moment and saw Charles on the throne. He took the stall directly next to him and dropped his speedo to his ankles. “Guess they don’t want people lingering too long in here”, the guy said to Charles while chuckling. Charles heard a loud crackle and splash in the next stall. Realizing he would have no privacy, Charles let out a second wave of even more watery shit.

“Fuck that sounds nasty”, the man in the next stall replied.

“Yeah I barely made it”, Charles said.

“Good thing you did”, the guy joked.

Charles was finally empty enough to begin the cleanup process. Unfortunately he was a stand up wiper. He wasn’t sure if he wanted his dick in the open or if he wanted anyone coming in to see his ass as he wiped. He chose the later. He faced the bowl and quickly scrunched up some paper. He bent over slightly and began to dig between his cheeks. On the first pass, the poet was wrecked.