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Ted and Adam

In the towering glass facade of downtown's premier corporate headquarters, Ted and Adam navigated the daily grind of spreadsheets, meetings, and relentless deadlines. Both in their mid-20s, they were the epitome of urban fitness—lean, muscled frames honed from gym sessions and weekend hikes, with sharp jawlines and easy smiles that turned heads in the elevator. Ted, with his tousled dark hair and piercing blue eyes, worked in finance; Adam, blond and green-eyed, handled marketing. They barely knew each other beyond polite nods in the hallways, but fate—or perhaps the rhythms of their bodies—had a way of drawing them together in the most unexpected place: the men's restroom on the 15th floor.

The bathroom was a utilitarian expanse, with six stalls lined up like soldiers, separated by wafer-thin dividers that did little to muffle sounds. The gaps at the bottom were high enough to glimpse shadows and shoes, and the open tops allowed echoes to bounce freely. It was a secret symphony for those in the know, a chorus of grunts, explosive farts, and resonant plops as stressed executives sought relief. And for some, like Ted and Adam, it was more: a clandestine spot for a quick wank, the tension of the job melting away in rhythmic strokes amid the anonymity.

Adam loved the morning ritual. Arriving at 8:45 sharp, he'd slip into a stall, drop his slacks, and let his body take over. The first push was always a rush, his firm ass cheeks parting as a thick log emerged, splashing into the water with a deep, satisfying plop. He'd hear others joining in,  a neighboring stall erupting in a barrage of wet farts, another with labored grunts building to a crescendo. It turned him on, the raw masculinity of it all, and often his hand would wander to his hardening cock, stroking slowly as he imagined the men around him doing the same. A shitting asshole, whether confidently crackling a behemoth, or a succession of torpedos ejaculating with brown authority to the roaring cavalry charge of a relentless flow, he took pride and joy in not just indulging the sounds but being part of making them happen.

Ted was similar. his morning and post-lunch dumps were not just legendary in his own mind, he was an exceptional shitter, because he had a unique colon that was bigger and longer than the average man’s colon, which meant his shits were destined for Olympic Gold medals, because his shits were beyond impressive. Apart from his inner circle of friends and his gastroenterologist knowing, he revelled in the quiet joy and pride of his big shits. The  afternoon slump was often banished by the release of a second massive load, coils piling up until the bowl groaned. He'd listen intently, his ears perking at the telltale signs: a soft moan from the next stall, the faint slap of skin on skin. Knowing he wasn't alone in this guilty pleasure made his own sessions hotter, his erection throbbing as he jerked off to the soundtrack of male vulnerability.

Over weeks, their paths crossed more frequently. Mornings for Adam occasionally overlapped with Ted’s; but afternoons saw them side by side. They'd choose adjacent stalls, the thin divider vibrating with each other's efforts. Ted would hear Adam’s deep breaths, the crackle of a turd emerging, followed by explosive plops that echoed like thunder. Adam, in turn, was fascinated by Ted's sighs and grunts, as he seemed to be shitting never ending logs. Adam grew hard hearing the distinct crackling sound of a massive poo gorging its way out and it seemed to last forever. Adam tried to time his own logs so that Ted would hear his ass crackling, but his seemed swift in comparison. Together, their pooing symphony of release, and the subtle, rhythmic sounds was a mutual indulgence. Neither spoke, but the awareness grew like a silent bond forged in shit and secrecy.

Adam had longed to comment on Ted’s big shits, but feared it would make things awkward if it all went south. Afterall, Ted was more senior in the company and what if it was all just an imagined fantasy on his side?

As the months went by though, they began bumping into each other grabbing a coffee, lunch, pissing next to each other at the urinals and of course it seemed their guts became more in sync as they serendipitously would find themselves arriving at the same time for their regular shits.

One Friday afternoon, a few months later, the bathroom emptied except for them. Adam finished first, his final plop echoing triumphantly. As they emerged simultaneously, stalls creaking open, Adam caught Ted's eye - a flush on his cheeks, his fitted shirt clinging to his toned chest. Heart pounding, Adam mustered the courage at the sinks. "Hey man, that sounded like an awesome shit. I bet that felt great."

Ted froze, he felt his cock twitch with excitement. "Aah thanks man, yeah, good shits make for better moods too." His voice was husky, eyes lingering on Adam's reflection in the mirror. Ted chuckled and sheepishly replied: “and a sense of achievement and pride too right? Or maybe it’s just me”. Ted noticed Adam had pressed his pelvis up against the basin, to tame his growing erection. Adam turned to Ted and gave him a warm smile: “That makes two of us, and gave him a wink. We should drink to that, you heading out too after this? Ask Ted.

Adam’s eyes lit up as he tried to contain himself and sound normal. Umh, yea.. I mean no, I don’t have plans, what are you thinking? Ted felt it too, he replied with, let’s do O’Malley’s down in 7th Ave, you know it?

Adam had been there once before, it was the perfect Bar that offered the perfect atmosphere for good chats.

Shall we leave here in 15? Asked Ted as they were both leaving the bathroom? Yeah, said Adam. Sounds good, meet you there.

At the dimly lit bar downtown, they claimed a corner booth, the din of patrons masking their conversation. Beers flowed, loosening tongues. "You know," Adam confessed, our daily shits together at the office has become the best part of my day at the office. Ted felt a warm buzz ignite inside of him, it was his favourite part of the day too and he had the suspicion it was mutual between them. Same bud,  replied Ted. Shitting is a big part of my life both literally and by the amount of pleasure it brings. Ted went on to explain to Adam his unique colon and how he was gifted in how much he could shit. Adam, feeling intrigued by Ted sharing this intimate part about him, smiled boldly at him, shared what he had always suspected. Hearing you shit amazes me man. He admitted how he had over time decided to time the length he would hear Ted’s asshole crackling out a turd and nerdly confessed that 3 minutes was the longest he had heard him shitting what sounded like one continuous log. Ted was flattered but also aroused by this confession. He sheepishly announced, its why I flush often, because I clog the toilet too often and don’t want to be “that guy” who fucks up the office shitters. Ted felt it safe to say, its why I love taking a shit out in the open where I really get to appreciate my shit in all it’s glory.

Where do you live that you get to enjoy shits in the outdoors? Asked Adam. Ted described the cabin he lived out in the North side of the city that was close to the main river where you had mountain countryside against the backdrop of the city, the perfect oasis for the modern man who loved the city but also being out in nature.  His modern cabin was tucked away on a piece of land, just shy of 12 acres. It was declared sacred land and was owned by his forefathers and passed down in the family. Wow, Adam exclaimed in amazement. Lucky you to own that land! Wow, so how does it feel and how often do you do it? Asked Adam.

Morning shits? Like now in summer, it will be most mornings on the weekends mostly, unless the weather doesn’t allow it or I am running late. Sometimes it’s a shit at sunset. Adam was intrigued. He had never really taken a shit in nature. He had experimented before taking a shit on the floor and in a bucket, but longed to shit out in nature. The closest he had come to shitting outdoors was in an outhouse longdrop. This news was surprising to Ted, as it felt like second nature to him. You’ve never experienced the joy of an outdoor shit? Asked Ted? Adam just shook his head.

It was getting late and Ted still had a drive home. There had been a silence between them, as Ted sat thinking, finishing his beer. You got plans tomorrow Ted asked? Nah said Adam, just want to chill after this week. How about you? Ted spoke with confidence as he decided he wanted to invite Adam to his cabin. So you serious about wanting to experience a shit out in nature? Fuck yes, said Adam. Come stay the night at my place. We can drink more beers and chill out and see if your gut allows you to take a shit with me tomorrow outside? I got spare toothbrushes, extra towels and you can shower at my place. Adam, feeling dumbfounded felt honoured and lustfully aroused. He couldn’t believe Ted was inviting him to his place. Was a yearning fantasy about to become reality? Sure he replied with sheepish confidence.

They were ok to drive to his place in convoy, Adam was bursting with anticipation and lust. When they arrived at Ted’s place, Adam was amazed. What an epic spot. It felt rural yet, the city lights were just behind them. The place felt rugged, but clean and safe. Scents of cedar, pine and crisp mountain air filled his nostrils. Ted gave him a quick tour of the place.  The place felt warm and oozed masculinity.

The exterior had rugged hand-hewn cedar logs, a sturdy stone chimney, and a deep covered porch perfect for evenings by the fire pit. Inside, the open great room centered on a massive stone fireplace, surrounded by deep leather armchairs, a wide suede sofa, exposed espresso beams, and warm hardwood floors under an earthy wool rug. The compact kitchen featured rustic white washed cabinets and butcher-block counters, while the bedroom offered a tufted leather bed layered with plaid blankets and crisp linens. It all felt strong, timeless, and quietly stylish—never showy, just inviting.

The open-plan bedroom flowed seamlessly into an expansive, doorless en suite where a crisp white assertive rugged trough-style toilet boldly drew focus. Its exceptionally large, deep bowl built to handle anything with ease, set low and wide so you could sit comfortably with legs spread wide like a king on his throne. Adam could picture Ted naked on the toilet, and the thought of it, sparked lust. Positioned just a couple of feet from a floor-to-ceiling window, it faced outward toward the lush forest view, letting morning light and treetops greet you mid-session. Nearby, a raw, hand-carved rock basin sat heavy and elemental on a dark timber vanity, while the generous walk-in shower—framed only by glass on two sides—opened directly to sliding barn doors that, in summer, could be thrown wide to blur the line between indoors and the whispering pines, turning every rinse into an invigorating communion with nature.

Adam boldly remarked, I bet you have enjoyed plenty of epic shits here? Haha, oh fuck yes, my best seat in the house. Ted boasted with such confidence. But I still love shitting out in the open, you know, as nature intended it. But yeah its not always possible and in the winter, It’s the only sweet spot to take a shit. Love my custom made shitter. Wow, that is impressive thought Adam.

Another beer? Said Ted clapping his hands as he shimmied to towards the kitchen? Uh yeah sure thought Adam. He would need a few more beers to give him an impressive booze poo for the morning outdoor shit and he wanted to be sure he would have a big and urgent load that would hopefully override his nerves and allow him to perform. He was a big shitter too, but had never had a chance to be this intimate, he didn’t want to be clammed up tomorrow, he needed more reinforcement.

After some chilled music, and the brimming confidence inspired by another 3 beers, the feeling felt right. Adam had gone to take a piss and had lowered his pants and underwear, leaving his beautiful ass exposed. Ted had walked into the room, noticed his cute butt invitingly staring at him. I love the way you take a piss. Adam felt his cock becoming aroused. Ted was watching him and began slowly undressing in the room until he was in his underwear as he spoke further. I would love to watch you sitting comfortably on my toilet you know said Ted. I can’t stop thinking of you on this epic throne and what epic shits you must have taken here Adam said. Ted gave a naughty wink as he approached Adam closer and closer while he still stood in front of the toilet. With one hand Ted put his hand hungrily to Adam’s ass. That’s one fine ass you have there mister. Adam quivered with vulnerability and lust. He almost lost his balance in the turn, but Ted caught him and allowed him to glide onto the toilet. Adam sighed with comfort. Wow this feels like the most comfortable shitter I have ever sat on. Ted nodded while still drawing in closer and said, see I knew you would love it.

The sexual energy now electric, ignited with lust as Ted pushed Adam so his back would relax against the wall. Ted put his right leg over to straddle Adam on the toilet and they kissed passionately, both now on the toilet. It felt raw and invigorating and Adam was rock hard, his cock between Ted’s legs while Ted’s cock was raging in his black underwear, bursting to be released. Adam was losing his clothes rapidly as Ted helped ravish them off. But his legs and feet remained constricted, by his pants still around his ankles, shoes still tightly on. Ted slid sleekly backwards and commanded Adam to remain sitting on the throne. He undid his shoe laces and with lustful intent, made a point to do it slowly, taking in the smell of his socks, then his feet and allowing the sensuality of it all to build the sexual tension even further. Ted’s cock was still raging in his underwear, but he would take care of that later. He removed Adam’s work chinos, but grasped Adam’s underwear, while throwing the pants far behind them. Sniff it! Said Adam, I want to watch you sniff the scent of my junk. To which Ted, closing his eyes, brought Ted’s underwear to his face, burying his nose in the hot sweet musky scent of Adam’s underwear. Fuck that’s hot and wild. Ted paused, his cock now raging and beginning to leak pre cum from the hot intensity of Adam’s feet, body and underwear. His cock bounced as it released from its holding. His beautiful and thick uncut cock begging to be sucked. Adam and Ted were both well endowed. Adam wanted Ted’s cock in his mouth and he signalled him closer. He was in the perfect position. He leaned forward and took Ted’s cock to his face. First smelling the rich manly aroma, not overpowering, just the right kind of scent that drove Adam wild. He caressed his cock slowly with his tongue before really going for it. Ted was ecstatic and so turned on by Adam’s talented cock sucking, he nearly came, but stopped himself abruptly. Not yet he said, I will shoot my load in your mouth if we didn’t stop. Don’t you want that? Fuck yes, but I want to delight you some more first. Let’s take this to the bedroom he said.

They shifted quickly from the toilet to the bed, both fully naked and hungry for sex. Adam devoured Ted’s ass while Ted was blowing Adam. They didn’t get round to any fucking, because both blew their loads in unison, both exploding in shuddering climaxes. It was the most profound connection either had known

Saturday dawned, but with it a cosy storm. The clouds had rolled in to bring gentle thunder and a steady rainfall.  Adam stirred, appreciating the cabin's charm: wooden beams, a cozy kitchen, and through the windows, endless greenery against the misty grey skies. Over coffee on the porch, the familiar urge hit them both—bellies rumbling, asses clenching.

"Remember what we talked about last night?" Ted grinned, eyes sparkling. "That fantasy... an intimate bush dump."

Adam's cock stirred again. "Here? Now?"

Well no, not right now. My shitter will have to do, replied Ted. But…I mean after last night – and wow!! Just by the way, winked Ted, I want to experience the ultimate with you. We’ve been shitting next to each other for how long now at the office? Adam smiled looking down, responding warmly: Months I know. Like we discovered yesterday evening, we both passionate about shitting and I love that you can admit that. I thought I was the only one so crazy to that way.

Nah man, it’s not crazy at all said Ted.

What might be crazy is that… Adam paused.

What? Asked Ted intrigued.

This may be too crazy because we only just got naked last night and… its maybe too early.

Ted extended his leg towards Adam, who was sitting towards his right. He gave Adam a intentional peek of his dick through his thin silky boxers that he knew Adam ‘s eyes were drawn to. Ted oozed sex appeal, lying back casually, with just his thin boxers on, cock now starting to bulge in the crotch area. His olive skin body was toned perfection.

Ted grabbed his own cock, cupping it with his right hand. He said:  I’m wanking way too much solo on the shitter these days and sex has felt so vanilla this past year. I want more kink and intensity. I’m bored fucking women and they don’t get my fantasy of a blumpkin or hot fuck on the shitter. I am finding myself way more into men and if I am being honest, I want to get dirty with you and last night drove me wild the way you ate my ass out and blew my cock and fuck… your cock was the best and hottest cock I have ever sucked. Fuck you even bigger than me and that drives me wild! And the best part is… Do you know what the fucking best is?

Adam was hanging on his words… I think I may know, but I want to hear it.

Ted exclaimed, that you love shitting as much as I do! Fuck that turns me on.

Adam was blown away by Ted’s confession. I feel the same bro. Shitting, wanking, fucking, and getting fucked are the ultimate.

There was a calming yet sexually charged silence. Ted downed his last bit of coffee and so did Adam. You feeling it yet? Ted asked. Yeah I can feel something brewing…

Adam followed Ted inside towards the bathroom.

Was Ted nervous? Or was it the mounting pressure of an impending shit and him trying to exercise sphincter control? Ted was doing the dance and had a grimace in his face. How urgent is yours he asked Adam? I’m still good. Said Adam

Aaah thank God, ok well I’m going first then, I really need to shit. As his words came out, so Ted dropped his sleeper shorts to reveal his beautiful naked arse towards Adam. He was swift and began making his way to the toilet.

Adam found it incredibly sexy that Ted’s perfectly toned bubble butt that oozed such sex appeal as he walked, was about to put on a show for him. Ted took proud ownership of the toilet, legs spread wide and confidently, his cock, already semi hard, hung forward naturally, the shaft thickening just enough to arc gently downward, while his balls dangled low and loose, swaying freely without clinging tight to his scrotum. It all positioned perfectly inside the rim of the classic open-front horseshoe seat.

His perched his feet onto the squat stool to raise his legs up. He definitely was a serious shitter who understood the benefit of simulating a squat for a better smoother release. His muscular smooth legs and thighs spread perfectly, was a sight of pure masculine sexiness. Now settled comfortably on the shitter, he reached down and lifted his cock upward with a casual grip, revealing his beautiful bubble butt nestled comfortably into the seat's contours—the rounded cheeks spreading just right in a perfect, inverted heart shape that cradled him securely. His asshole puckered invitingly in the ideal intended position, centered and relaxed, primed for a smooth release. What an epic view.

Ted’s asshole immediately began crowning widely, as an assertively large turd was already poking its way out. You ready said Ted? Fuck yes said Adam, his cock raging from the anticipation and thrill of what he was about to witness…

Here goes… Ted gently tipped his head back, eyes closed and let his asshole do the work. Ted’s anus was a true marvel and his shit - thick, smooth, and incredibly long, with a wonderful fibrous texture like a thick rope, its surface a rich mixture of similar shades of dark brown, veined subtly with earthy tones. It slid out with a soft rustling sound like silk against skin, followed by a gentle ppffffft as air escaped around it. As the end pinched off with a quiet finality, his uncircumcised cock—held upwards and to the side to give Adam an unobstructed view of his flexing asshole—gave a half salute, twitching upward in a subtle nod of release.

It coiled lazily into the toilet, no loud plops, but a soft shhhlup as it gently touched down, grazing the side of the bowl as it came to rest up against it. As he continued shitting,  loop after loop formed a perfect spiral, the length seeming endless as his body worked it free. A quiet moan escaped his lips, not dramatic but profoundly satisfying, a low "mmh" that vibrated through him like a wave of relief washing over his fit frame.

Adam stood transfixed in front of the toilet, transfixed on Ted’s asshole, his eyes wide with bedazzled arousal, the intimacy of the moment pulling him in like a magnet. He watched as the succession continued: another big, long one followed seamlessly, firm and unyielding, its smooth fibrous texture gleaming like coiled ropes in those deep brown hues, rustling out with that same subtle whisper, punctuated by sporadic ppfffffts that filled the air with a raw, earthy scent. As this one pinched off, Ted's cock nodded again, a half salute that sent a thrill through Adam's veins. Ted's colon gifted yet more, the pieces coiling in a mesmerizing, very long succession, each one thicker than the last, his body handling it with effortless confidence. Midway through, as another robust length eased out and pinched free—prompting yet another twitchy nod from his cock—a few drops of piss escaped the tip, dripping warmly against his inner thigh, the unexpected trickle adding to the raunchy allure without a hint of mess.

Adam felt a surge of amazement at the sheer scale, intrigued by the raunchiness unfolding before him—the lust in Ted's quiet sighs, the bold vulnerability of it all—his own pulse quickening, drawn deeper into the erotic haze of the scene. Ted let out another soft, mind-blowingly content groan, his relief palpable yet understated, as the final coil settled, leaving them both in a charged silence. In the aftermath, Adam's gaze lingered on Ted's anus, surprisingly clean and not as soiled as he would have imagined after that long anal workout—smooth, pinkish-brown, and only lightly kissed with residue, a testament to the effortless confidence of the act.

Adam understood now why Ted needed a custom made toilet. Even with its extended size and large landing area, it was full and no normal toilet would be able to handle this amount of shit without being completely clogged.

Fuuuck man! That was amazing! Adam stood up, his cock raging with an erection as he approached Ted closer. Ted took Adam’s cock in his right hand, gripping it confidently and giving it a stroke to reveal that his cock was wet from pre cum. Ted took Adam’s cock in his mouth and slowly sucked his cock while staring intently into Adam’s eyes. Adam felt waves of pleasure cascading in his body… Adam abruptly had to withdraw, announcing, I really have to shit now too…..

Please be my guest Ted gestured as he stood up, Ted proceeded to flush. The niagra fall flush surprisingly handled Ted’s massive poo pile with relative ease, leaving the toilet scarred with epic skidmarks. Adam took to Ted’s toilet, loving the warm seat and feeling a sense of ultimate honour. Ted said, now your turn.

Adam could feel the pressure in his asshole and as he positioned himself to give Ted a show, his asshole momentarily went shy. But it wasn’t long because the urge was stronger and so he relented and let his asshole do it’s job. A thick long turd made an urgent exit, sending a distinct plop of a heavy turd crash landing In the water below. Aarrgh!!! Fuck… that felt good, said Adam softly, feeling an overwhelming wave approaching….

Nice said Ted, that was an epic landing….

Oh fuck, shit its coming…. Exclaimed Adam, a bit worried that this would be a shit spatter.

It wasn’t fortunately but what did follow was a messy torrent of shit – loud, strong flowing and primal. Shame, disgust and lust danced together as Adam’s asshole gave a very different performance to Ted’s.

Ted was equally intrigued as Adam was, fascinated and honoured to be witnessing such intense intimacy. The look between them as their eyes met mid shit, gave Adam the assurance that Ted was loving this, and so, his cock growing stiffer, he let go of any shame and pushed with pride, his man hole gorging with confidence.

Finally it stopped and Adam seemed to have held his breathe the hold time, let out a sigh of pure relief… Fuck that was intense!

Adam noticed Ted with a very stiff boner, giving him the confidence that Ted enjoyed the show! Fuck yeah bro, that was epic!!!

The toilet was quite full of a mushy mess, but seemed like a giant had had an average shit simply because of the size of the toilet. A regular toilet would have been filled well above the water line, but this toilet had space for more than double the capacity.

Ted then did what Adam would never have expected. He said, I want to shit on your shit, let me hop on, I’v got round two already waiting.

My god, really? Said Adam surprised.

Oh yeah said Ted, I mean it when I said, I have a very large colon.

As they swapped seats again, Ted was back on the toilet and was going to shit his load onto Adam’s below.

Ted got himself comfortable, but this time just leaned forward as he waited for the next load to unleash.

Adam, not sure what to do next, let his lust lead the way and he went down on his knees in front of Ted. Ted’s cock was still hard and Adam wanted more than ever, to blow Ted while he was shitting.

Do you mind asked Adam….

Without Ted having much of a chance to answer, Adam took his cock into his mouth and began rhythmically sucking Ted’s beautiful uncut cock, while using his other hand to gently massage his foreskin up and down as he tantilised the tip of his cock.

Shame danced with desire as Ted, having never experienced this before, trusted Adam and let himself go too.

Adam could not believe how Ted’s asshole just kept giving and giving, crackle after crackle the turds kept coming. Ted was starting to relax more and lean into the sensation… as he approached orgasm, it was like his asshole shifted into 5 gear to ramp up for the climax.

Jets of warm cum erupted in Adam’s mouth as a now torrent of shit was exploding out of Ted’s asshole…. Ted jolting from pure ecstasy, his cock slipping out of Adam’s mouth, while he was still coming, as a stream of cum landed on Adam’s ear, shoulder and chest. Adam felt the warm cum trickle down his back as he attempted to continue swallowing the mouth full of cum in his mouth.

Spent and still quivering slightly from the aftermath. Ted regained himself again properly on the toilet. Another full load, this time their shit mixed in together in a heaped pile beneath.

Adam stood up, while Ted remained seated on the toilet. Ted widened his legs and sat back for them to admire the load below. This was the ultimate intimacy. No more needed to be said. Adam leaned down and slowly kissed Ted. Ted tasting the reminants of his own cum.

I want you now to cum inside of me said Ted.

Adam still close to Ted’s mouth as they were kissing, said, I don’t have more shit in my tank like you bro…

That’s not a problem, I meant, I want your cock inside my asshole please! I want to feel that monster inside of me.. and I want you to fuck me on the shitter.

They were both standing by this point, hands around each other’s asses. Ted turned Adam so his back faced the toilet so he could take his seat. Adam almost flung back onto the toilet. Ted taking assertive charge.

Photographe : MARCO OVANDO

Mark Twain said, “I have found out that there ain't no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.” Although Max and Asher had been friends for years and were now business partners, Max wondered how well they would get along during a two-week vacation abroad.

Any trepidation Max felt faded almost immediately. From the start, he and Asher clicked. Max was more buttoned-down, while Asher was lighthearted and easygoing, but their differences complemented each other well. Before long, Max found himself unconsciously adopting some of Asher’s more positive traits.

For first-time travelers, practical questions quickly come into focus.

Does the other person pick up after himself?

Does he make his bed?

Who takes responsibility for ordering the daily coffee?

How well do their personal hygiene habits align?

Who is better at coordinating with the many sightseeing agencies?

Max had no reason to worry. Asher, Executive Chef, proved to be every bit as detail oriented as Max, General Manager.

The day promised to be a highlight of the trip. Asher had booked a snorkeling excursion to Caño Island Biological Reserve, widely regarded as one of Costa Rica’s premier snorkeling destinations. About 1½ hours by boat from Uvita, the island is ringed by five platforms of pristine coral reef, with visibility that often reaches 50 to 80 feet.

They were up early, eager to get the day started.

“Are all your ducks in a row, Ash?”

“You know it, Max. I don’t do anything half-ass.

“Let’s get breakfast. I asked the hosts to make it early, so we can get to the boat on time.”

“Lead on, Ash.”

“Is that a sneaky way of saying you want to see my firm ass cheeks bouncing around in these shorts?” Asher asked, laughing.

“You’re on to me,” Max answered.

Breakfast turned out to be a centerpiece of the trip. This morning, it was Tamal Asado: A dense, sweet cornmeal cake baked with cheese, sour cream, and spices, served with empanadas, stuffed pastries filled with seasoned ground beef, sourced from a local, family-run bakery.

Asher asked the hosts for a container for the leftover empanadas. They would come in handy on the 90-minute boat ride.

The morning ritual was next.

As they walked to the restroom, Max decided to open a line of questioning he’d been mulling for days.

           “I have a freaky side, too, if you’re up for some exploration.”

“Hey Ash. The other day you mentioned having a freaky side. You mind telling me about that, if you’re OK with it?”

“Yeah, no problem, Max. Let’s talk in a minute when we’re on the toilets. Where am I today?”

“You’re in back, facing me.”

They entered the room, taking their places.

“Ash, take off your shorts and underwear. I’ll do the same.”

“OK, Max. You’re the boss in here.”

Asher farted loudly as soon as he sat down. “I was holding that in for you, Max. I know you like my farts. I’ll poop in a minute.”

“I do like hearing farts. It’s cool that you’re going along with my fetish. I don’t know if you’re into it, or humoring me, but I appreciate the effort.”

“I’m liking this new side of you, Max. You’re chill. It is kinda hot to be intimate with you. Besides, your butt is no slouch. It’s almost as hot as mine.” They both laughed.

“Where my ass is a bubble, yours is bigger overall. I won’t lie and say I don’t look at other guys’ asses. Your impressive muscle butt is up there. Them cheeks be big and heavy, dude.

“I did sneak a peek that first morning when you stood up to wipe. You got a hairy crack, man.”

“Thanks, Ash, I think.

“I got rid of my farts on the walk up here. I’m ready to shit.”

“Yeah, let’s do it,” Asher answered.

Max adjusted his butt as Asher watched. Max spent more time in the gym, his hard body being the proof. He fueled it constantly to maintain his physique.

After a popcorn fart, he unloaded. A strong stream of shit flowed from his hole, crackling and splashing into the bowl. Asher was silent.

“I’m ready to go now, Max. I didn’t want to step on your performance. It sounded damned intense.”

“Go ahead, Ash. My focus is on you.

“I am glad we’re the only guests here. It is the slow season.”

Asher pushed. He felt heavy. It took some effort to expand his asshole. After exertion, a large mass of poop hit the bowl with such force that it caused a mini-tsunami, splashing his butt.

“Round two on the way, Asher said.” Max stayed quiet.

Seconds later, Asher ejected a chunky piece of shit. It was loud.

Max broke his silence. “I think that’s your best one yet, Ash. As long as we’re sharing, I have to admit you woke up by big dick.” He placed his right index finger on his sticky dick slit. “Yup, there’s precum.”

Max, no longer bashful about showing his penis, was manspreading. His package was on display when Asher looked in his direction. They were little more than three feet apart.

Asher replied, “I see that, Max. I can only imagine what that thing looks like fully erect.”

Max let the comment slide, for now.

Max added, “Please don’t wipe or flush yet. I like talking to you while we’re pooping. Maybe this is a good time to broach the subject we talked about.”

Asher answered, “I am comfortable playing along with your fetish. Here we are, having casual conversation, shit floating below our dirty assholes. It’s relaxing. This part is personal, but I do like to please the other person, make them feel good.

“I have put some thought into the ‘freaky’ comment. Here’s my plan. Tell me what you think.”

“Go on,” Max replied.

“There’s no reason to shower now, because in a few hours we’ll be snorkeling in the Pacific. We can shower when we get back. I’ll tell you then. I hope you’ll indulge me, Max.”

“It can’t be more niche than poop and pooping. You got me excited now, Ash. I’m looking forward to the big reveal.”

Max asked, “How are we on time, Ash?”

“We’re good, but we better get to wiping. I want to make it to the boat with time to spare.”

Asher delayed wiping so he could watch Max’s stand-up routine. He thought it odd but surprisingly erotic. Asher knew men wiped in different ways. Some stood to wipe, as Max did. Others wiped in front, between the legs. Most wiped in back, the way he did.

Ash traveled abroad several times to hone his culinary skills. He completed a chef apprenticeship in Paris, known as apprentissage or alternance. In Europe, he discovered the bidet—a fixture that changed his life. During his year in France, every home he visited had a toilet and bidet. Upon returning to America, one of his first purchases was a bidet attachment for his toilet. He splurged for an electric version that dispensed warm water up the bum. There were advantages to using a bidet. No matter how messy he was down there, the warm water cleansed his hole quickly and thoroughly. A dab with a few squares of toilet paper finished the job. No pulling five or six lengths of toilet paper. No chafing. His hole was pampered, then healed. A roll of toilet paper now lasted weeks, not days. He saved money! He hated using public restrooms. Once, when forced to do so, he wiped so much that the cheap, rough paper actually injured his asshole. A bidet was a necessity, not a luxury. He installed add-on bidets in all four bathrooms of his Austin home. There was one in his office at the restaurant.

Max stood up, facing Asher. “You want to see my poop? Come over and take a look.” Max was pushing it.

Asher fluffed his dick, then stood beside Max as they judged each bowl.

“I think that second wave put you over the top, Ash. It’s a close call.”

“You’re the expert. I’m learning the ropes from the big dog,” Asher said.

Max started wiping, running the toilet paper up his messy crack as he stood next to Asher.

“I’m digging your hairy ass crack Max, and so are you,” Asher joked.

“I’m finished. You ready to wipe, Ash? Can I stand close to you, to get a good look?”

“Sure, Max. I’m guessing you want to see the used toilet paper.”

“You read my mind.”

Asher kept his eyes and ears open in case anyone approached. He didn’t want to get caught showing dirty toilet paper to another man.

“Hey Max, take this toilet paper to the sink and wet it for me, will you please?”

Asher did his homework. He booked a top-rated snorkeling operator. Two snorkeling sessions were included, with a break between sessions. Lunch was served before the return boat ride. Asher planned to tip the guide ₡10,000, around $20 USD. The excursion lasted eight hours.

They had a great time. Everyone involved—from the staff in the Uvita office to the bus driver and guide—was professional, attentive, and caring. It was the highlight of their trip so far, well worth the price.

On the boat ride back from Caño Island to Uvita, Asher suggested making the evening part of the adventure.

“Since we’re almost there, how about dinner in Uvita?” he asked. “I found a place that looks promising—Fernando’s Restaurant. I’m in the mood to unwind, enjoy a good meal, and have cocktails. What do you think?”

“I’m in,” Max said. “I’m pretty worn out after all that swimming, but it was the experience of a lifetime.”

The food and service were good, but oh, those drinks.

Guaro Sour

The Guaro Sour is a classic Costa Rican cocktail made with guaro, a clear, slightly sweet spirit distilled from sugar cane. It is shaken with fresh lime juice and simple syrup, then topped with club soda and served over ice.

Coco Loco

Coco Loco is another local favorite, served in a fresh green coconut opened with a machete. Rich and deceptively strong, it combines coconut water, coconut cream, guaro, white rum, and sometimes a splash of tequila, finished with lime to balance the sweetness.

After two hours, “a few cocktails” had clearly become much more than that. Asher was relieved that Max was a happy drunk; he had never seen him so lively.

Asher felt the drinks too, but it was time to leave.

“Let’s settle the bill and head back. I’d like to get to the cabin before dark. I’m hot and sweaty, and a warm shower and a comfortable bed sound perfect.”

Max was quiet during the taxi ride. He was plastered. For Asher, who still had his wits about him, it was a quandary. He was protective of Max, but he knew his guard was down. He was vulnerable, perhaps manipulable. Thus, the dilemma. Would the hijinks he planned be seen as taking advantage of Max? He thought not.

They washed each other’s assholes the first time they showered together. That’s mutual trust.

“Let’s get a shower now, Max, before we settle down. You OK?”

“Yeah, Ash. I’m fine. It’s been a while since I drank that much. Coco Locos are lethal.”

They gathered their things and made their way toward the restroom. The rain had passed, leaving the air cool and clean. A soft breeze moved through the trees. Evening was beginning to settle over the compound, the last light of day turning everything warm and gold.

As they stripped, Max said, “I need to piss.”

“Don’t go just yet. That’s part of the ‘reveal.’”

Max blinked in surprise.

Facing each other under the warm water, Asher said, “Max, aim that big dick of yours at my stomach and start pissing. Don’t be shy.”

Max’s reaction was surprisingly positive. “I’ve learned a lot about you on this trip.”

He pointed his penis at Asher’s navel, releasing a strong stream of urine. Asher’s eyes were closed. He was excited.

“What’s it like, Ash?”

“The sensation of the warm piss on my body is fascinating. An old girlfriend introduced me to water sports. We did it in the shower. Thanks, Max, for being open-minded.”

“We’re a pair, Ash. The Dynamic Duo of Poop and Piss!”

“Let’s get soaped up. Holler when you want me to do your back, Max.”

“Ready.”

Asher started on Max’s broad shoulders, circling the washcloth down to his meaty ass mounds. He lathered his hands, then entered the deep crack. His right middle finger cleansed, then gently penetrated Max’s asshole.

Max’s reaction was predictable. He got a hard-on.

“Wow, Max. I don’t have to imagine anymore.”

Max said, “Do me a solid. Give me a quick hand job.”

Without comment, Asher stood behind him, wrapped his hand around the rock-hard dick, and began pumping. He saw the appeal of a big dick. His penis, now awake, swayed back and forth and between Max’s substantial ass cheeks, in a grinding motion.

When Max’s legs stiffened, Asher knew he was about to blow. Which he did. Big. Multiple thick ropes of jizz spurted from Max’s penis on the concrete floor, feet away. Max closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying the rush that comes with a satisfying orgasm.

“Damn, Ash, that was great. I don’t see how you can top that.”

“You know I’ll always have your back, Max.”

Ted and Adam

In the towering glass facade of downtown's premier corporate headquarters, Ted and Adam navigated the daily grind of spreadsheets, meetings, and relentless deadlines. Both in their mid-20s, they were the epitome of urban fitness—lean, muscled frames honed from gym sessions and weekend hikes, with sharp jawlines and easy smiles that turned heads in the elevator. Ted, with his tousled dark hair and piercing blue eyes, worked in finance; Adam, blond and green-eyed, handled marketing. They barely knew each other beyond polite nods in the hallways, but fate—or perhaps the rhythms of their bodies—had a way of drawing them together in the most unexpected place: the men's restroom on the 15th floor.

The bathroom was a utilitarian expanse, with six stalls lined up like soldiers, separated by wafer-thin dividers that did little to muffle sounds. The gaps at the bottom were high enough to glimpse shadows and shoes, and the open tops allowed echoes to bounce freely. It was a secret symphony for those in the know, a chorus of grunts, explosive farts, and resonant plops as stressed executives sought relief. And for some, like Ted and Adam, it was more: a clandestine spot for a quick wank, the tension of the job melting away in rhythmic strokes amid the anonymity.

Adam loved the morning ritual. Arriving at 8:45 sharp, he'd slip into a stall, drop his slacks, and let his body take over. The first push was always a rush, his firm ass cheeks parting as a thick log emerged, splashing into the water with a deep, satisfying plop. He'd hear others joining in,  a neighboring stall erupting in a barrage of wet farts, another with labored grunts building to a crescendo. It turned him on, the raw masculinity of it all, and often his hand would wander to his hardening cock, stroking slowly as he imagined the men around him doing the same. A shitting asshole, whether confidently crackling a behemoth, or a succession of torpedos ejaculating with brown authority to the roaring cavalry charge of a relentless flow, he took pride and joy in not just indulging the sounds but being part of making them happen.

Ted was similar. his morning and post-lunch dumps were not just legendary in his own mind, he was an exceptional shitter, because he had a unique colon that was bigger and longer than the average man’s colon, which meant his shits were destined for Olympic Gold medals, because his shits were beyond impressive. Apart from his inner circle of friends and his gastroenterologist knowing, he revelled in the quiet joy and pride of his big shits. The  afternoon slump was often banished by the release of a second massive load, coils piling up until the bowl groaned. He'd listen intently, his ears perking at the telltale signs: a soft moan from the next stall, the faint slap of skin on skin. Knowing he wasn't alone in this guilty pleasure made his own sessions hotter, his erection throbbing as he jerked off to the soundtrack of male vulnerability.

Over weeks, their paths crossed more frequently. Mornings for Adam occasionally overlapped with Ted’s; but afternoons saw them side by side. They'd choose adjacent stalls, the thin divider vibrating with each other's efforts. Ted would hear Adam’s deep breaths, the crackle of a turd emerging, followed by explosive plops that echoed like thunder. Adam, in turn, was fascinated by Ted's sighs and grunts, as he seemed to be shitting never ending logs. Adam grew hard hearing the distinct crackling sound of a massive poo gorging its way out and it seemed to last forever. Adam tried to time his own logs so that Ted would hear his ass crackling, but his seemed swift in comparison. Together, their pooing symphony of release, and the subtle, rhythmic sounds was a mutual indulgence. Neither spoke, but the awareness grew like a silent bond forged in shit and secrecy.

Adam had longed to comment on Ted’s big shits, but feared it would make things awkward if it all went south. Afterall, Ted was more senior in the company and what if it was all just an imagined fantasy on his side?

As the months went by though, they began bumping into each other grabbing a coffee, lunch, pissing next to each other at the urinals and of course it seemed their guts became more in sync as they serendipitously would find themselves arriving at the same time for their regular shits.

One Friday afternoon, a few months later, the bathroom emptied except for them. Adam finished first, his final plop echoing triumphantly. As they emerged simultaneously, stalls creaking open, Adam caught Ted's eye - a flush on his cheeks, his fitted shirt clinging to his toned chest. Heart pounding, Adam mustered the courage at the sinks. "Hey man, that sounded like an awesome shit. I bet that felt great."

Ted froze, he felt his cock twitch with excitement. "Aah thanks man, yeah, good shits make for better moods too." His voice was husky, eyes lingering on Adam's reflection in the mirror. Ted chuckled and sheepishly replied: “and a sense of achievement and pride too right? Or maybe it’s just me”. Ted noticed Adam had pressed his pelvis up against the basin, to tame his growing erection. Adam turned to Ted and gave him a warm smile: “That makes two of us, and gave him a wink. We should drink to that, you heading out too after this? Ask Ted.

Adam’s eyes lit up as he tried to contain himself and sound normal. Umh, yea.. I mean no, I don’t have plans, what are you thinking? Ted felt it too, he replied with, let’s do O’Malley’s down in 7th Ave, you know it?

Adam had been there once before, it was the perfect Bar that offered the perfect atmosphere for good chats.

Shall we leave here in 15? Asked Ted as they were both leaving the bathroom? Yeah, said Adam. Sounds good, meet you there.

At the dimly lit bar downtown, they claimed a corner booth, the din of patrons masking their conversation. Beers flowed, loosening tongues. "You know," Adam confessed, our daily shits together at the office has become the best part of my day at the office. Ted felt a warm buzz ignite inside of him, it was his favourite part of the day too and he had the suspicion it was mutual between them. Same bud,  replied Ted. Shitting is a big part of my life both literally and by the amount of pleasure it brings. Ted went on to explain to Adam his unique colon and how he was gifted in how much he could shit. Adam, feeling intrigued by Ted sharing this intimate part about him, smiled boldly at him, shared what he had always suspected. Hearing you shit amazes me man. He admitted how he had over time decided to time the length he would hear Ted’s asshole crackling out a turd and nerdly confessed that 3 minutes was the longest he had heard him shitting what sounded like one continuous log. Ted was flattered but also aroused by this confession. He sheepishly announced, its why I flush often, because I clog the toilet too often and don’t want to be “that guy” who fucks up the office shitters. Ted felt it safe to say, its why I love taking a shit out in the open where I really get to appreciate my shit in all it’s glory.

Where do you live that you get to enjoy shits in the outdoors? Asked Adam. Ted described the cabin he lived out in the North side of the city that was close to the main river where you had mountain countryside against the backdrop of the city, the perfect oasis for the modern man who loved the city but also being out in nature.  His modern cabin was tucked away on a piece of land, just shy of 12 acres. It was declared sacred land and was owned by his forefathers and passed down in the family. Wow, Adam exclaimed in amazement. Lucky you to own that land! Wow, so how does it feel and how often do you do it? Asked Adam.

Morning shits? Like now in summer, it will be most mornings on the weekends mostly, unless the weather doesn’t allow it or I am running late. Sometimes it’s a shit at sunset. Adam was intrigued. He had never really taken a shit in nature. He had experimented before taking a shit on the floor and in a bucket, but longed to shit out in nature. The closest he had come to shitting outdoors was in an outhouse longdrop. This news was surprising to Ted, as it felt like second nature to him. You’ve never experienced the joy of an outdoor shit? Asked Ted? Adam just shook his head.

It was getting late and Ted still had a drive home. There had been a silence between them, as Ted sat thinking, finishing his beer. You got plans tomorrow Ted asked? Nah said Adam, just want to chill after this week. How about you? Ted spoke with confidence as he decided he wanted to invite Adam to his cabin. So you serious about wanting to experience a shit out in nature? Fuck yes, said Adam. Come stay the night at my place. We can drink more beers and chill out and see if your gut allows you to take a shit with me tomorrow outside? I got spare toothbrushes, extra towels and you can shower at my place. Adam, feeling dumbfounded felt honoured and lustfully aroused. He couldn’t believe Ted was inviting him to his place. Was a yearning fantasy about to become reality? Sure he replied with sheepish confidence.

They were ok to drive to his place in convoy, Adam was bursting with anticipation and lust. When they arrived at Ted’s place, Adam was amazed. What an epic spot. It felt rural yet, the city lights were just behind them. The place felt rugged, but clean and safe. Scents of cedar, pine and crisp mountain air filled his nostrils. Ted gave him a quick tour of the place.  The place felt warm and oozed masculinity.

The exterior had rugged hand-hewn cedar logs, a sturdy stone chimney, and a deep covered porch perfect for evenings by the fire pit. Inside, the open great room centered on a massive stone fireplace, surrounded by deep leather armchairs, a wide suede sofa, exposed espresso beams, and warm hardwood floors under an earthy wool rug. The compact kitchen featured rustic white washed cabinets and butcher-block counters, while the bedroom offered a tufted leather bed layered with plaid blankets and crisp linens. It all felt strong, timeless, and quietly stylish—never showy, just inviting.

The open-plan bedroom flowed seamlessly into an expansive, doorless en suite where a crisp white assertive rugged trough-style toilet boldly drew focus. Its exceptionally large, deep bowl built to handle anything with ease, set low and wide so you could sit comfortably with legs spread wide like a king on his throne. Adam could picture Ted naked on the toilet, and the thought of it, sparked lust. Positioned just a couple of feet from a floor-to-ceiling window, it faced outward toward the lush forest view, letting morning light and treetops greet you mid-session. Nearby, a raw, hand-carved rock basin sat heavy and elemental on a dark timber vanity, while the generous walk-in shower—framed only by glass on two sides—opened directly to sliding barn doors that, in summer, could be thrown wide to blur the line between indoors and the whispering pines, turning every rinse into an invigorating communion with nature.

Adam boldly remarked, I bet you have enjoyed plenty of epic shits here? Haha, oh fuck yes, my best seat in the house. Ted boasted with such confidence. But I still love shitting out in the open, you know, as nature intended it. But yeah its not always possible and in the winter, It’s the only sweet spot to take a shit. Love my custom made shitter. Wow, that is impressive thought Adam.

Another beer? Said Ted clapping his hands as he shimmied to towards the kitchen? Uh yeah sure thought Adam. He would need a few more beers to give him an impressive booze poo for the morning outdoor shit and he wanted to be sure he would have a big and urgent load that would hopefully override his nerves and allow him to perform. He was a big shitter too, but had never had a chance to be this intimate, he didn’t want to be clammed up tomorrow, he needed more reinforcement.

After some chilled music, and the brimming confidence inspired by another 3 beers, the feeling felt right. Adam had gone to take a piss and had lowered his pants and underwear, leaving his beautiful ass exposed. Ted had walked into the room, noticed his cute butt invitingly staring at him. I love the way you take a piss. Adam felt his cock becoming aroused. Ted was watching him and began slowly undressing in the room until he was in his underwear as he spoke further. I would love to watch you sitting comfortably on my toilet you know said Ted. I can’t stop thinking of you on this epic throne and what epic shits you must have taken here Adam said. Ted gave a naughty wink as he approached Adam closer and closer while he still stood in front of the toilet. With one hand Ted put his hand hungrily to Adam’s ass. That’s one fine ass you have there mister. Adam quivered with vulnerability and lust. He almost lost his balance in the turn, but Ted caught him and allowed him to glide onto the toilet. Adam sighed with comfort. Wow this feels like the most comfortable shitter I have ever sat on. Ted nodded while still drawing in closer and said, see I knew you would love it.

The sexual energy now electric, ignited with lust as Ted pushed Adam so his back would relax against the wall. Ted put his right leg over to straddle Adam on the toilet and they kissed passionately, both now on the toilet. It felt raw and invigorating and Adam was rock hard, his cock between Ted’s legs while Ted’s cock was raging in his black underwear, bursting to be released. Adam was losing his clothes rapidly as Ted helped ravish them off. But his legs and feet remained constricted, by his pants still around his ankles, shoes still tightly on. Ted slid sleekly backwards and commanded Adam to remain sitting on the throne. He undid his shoe laces and with lustful intent, made a point to do it slowly, taking in the smell of his socks, then his feet and allowing the sensuality of it all to build the sexual tension even further. Ted’s cock was still raging in his underwear, but he would take care of that later. He removed Adam’s work chinos, but grasped Adam’s underwear, while throwing the pants far behind them. Sniff it! Said Adam, I want to watch you sniff the scent of my junk. To which Ted, closing his eyes, brought Ted’s underwear to his face, burying his nose in the hot sweet musky scent of Adam’s underwear. Fuck that’s hot and wild. Ted paused, his cock now raging and beginning to leak pre cum from the hot intensity of Adam’s feet, body and underwear. His cock bounced as it released from its holding. His beautiful and thick uncut cock begging to be sucked. Adam and Ted were both well endowed. Adam wanted Ted’s cock in his mouth and he signalled him closer. He was in the perfect position. He leaned forward and took Ted’s cock to his face. First smelling the rich manly aroma, not overpowering, just the right kind of scent that drove Adam wild. He caressed his cock slowly with his tongue before really going for it. Ted was ecstatic and so turned on by Adam’s talented cock sucking, he nearly came, but stopped himself abruptly. Not yet he said, I will shoot my load in your mouth if we didn’t stop. Don’t you want that? Fuck yes, but I want to delight you some more first. Let’s take this to the bedroom he said.

They shifted quickly from the toilet to the bed, both fully naked and hungry for sex. Adam devoured Ted’s ass while Ted was blowing Adam. They didn’t get round to any fucking, because both blew their loads in unison, both exploding in shuddering climaxes. It was the most profound connection either had known

Saturday dawned, but with it a cosy storm. The clouds had rolled in to bring gentle thunder and a steady rainfall.  Adam stirred, appreciating the cabin's charm: wooden beams, a cozy kitchen, and through the windows, endless greenery against the misty grey skies. Over coffee on the porch, the familiar urge hit them both—bellies rumbling, asses clenching.

"Remember what we talked about last night?" Ted grinned, eyes sparkling. "That fantasy... an intimate bush dump."

Adam's cock stirred again. "Here? Now?"

Well no, not right now. My shitter will have to do, replied Ted. But…I mean after last night – and wow!! Just by the way, winked Ted, I want to experience the ultimate with you. We’ve been shitting next to each other for how long now at the office? Adam smiled looking down, responding warmly: Months I know. Like we discovered yesterday evening, we both passionate about shitting and I love that you can admit that. I thought I was the only one so crazy to that way.

Nah man, it’s not crazy at all said Ted.

What might be crazy is that… Adam paused.

What? Asked Ted intrigued.

This may be too crazy because we only just got naked last night and… its maybe too early.

Ted extended his leg towards Adam, who was sitting towards his right. He gave Adam a intentional peek of his dick through his thin silky boxers that he knew Adam ‘s eyes were drawn to. Ted oozed sex appeal, lying back casually, with just his thin boxers on, cock now starting to bulge in the crotch area. His olive skin body was toned perfection.

Ted grabbed his own cock, cupping it with his right hand. He said:  I’m wanking way too much solo on the shitter these days and sex has felt so vanilla this past year. I want more kink and intensity. I’m bored fucking women and they don’t get my fantasy of a blumpkin or hot fuck on the shitter. I am finding myself way more into men and if I am being honest, I want to get dirty with you and last night drove me wild the way you ate my ass out and blew my cock and fuck… your cock was the best and hottest cock I have ever sucked. Fuck you even bigger than me and that drives me wild! And the best part is… Do you know what the fucking best is?

Adam was hanging on his words… I think I may know, but I want to hear it.

Ted exclaimed, that you love shitting as much as I do! Fuck that turns me on.

Adam was blown away by Ted’s confession. I feel the same bro. Shitting, wanking, fucking, and getting fucked are the ultimate.

There was a calming yet sexually charged silence. Ted downed his last bit of coffee and so did Adam. You feeling it yet? Ted asked. Yeah I can feel something brewing…

Adam followed Ted inside towards the bathroom.

Was Ted nervous? Or was it the mounting pressure of an impending shit and him trying to exercise sphincter control? Ted was doing the dance and had a grimace in his face. How urgent is yours he asked Adam? I’m still good. Said Adam

Aaah thank God, ok well I’m going first then, I really need to shit. As his words came out, so Ted dropped his sleeper shorts to reveal his beautiful naked arse towards Adam. He was swift and began making his way to the toilet.

Adam found it incredibly sexy that Ted’s perfectly toned bubble butt that oozed such sex appeal as he walked, was about to put on a show for him. Ted took proud ownership of the toilet, legs spread wide and confidently, his cock, already semi hard, hung forward naturally, the shaft thickening just enough to arc gently downward, while his balls dangled low and loose, swaying freely without clinging tight to his scrotum. It all positioned perfectly inside the rim of the classic open-front horseshoe seat.

His perched his feet onto the squat stool to raise his legs up. He definitely was a serious shitter who understood the benefit of simulating a squat for a better smoother release. His muscular smooth legs and thighs spread perfectly, was a sight of pure masculine sexiness. Now settled comfortably on the shitter, he reached down and lifted his cock upward with a casual grip, revealing his beautiful bubble butt nestled comfortably into the seat's contours—the rounded cheeks spreading just right in a perfect, inverted heart shape that cradled him securely. His asshole puckered invitingly in the ideal intended position, centered and relaxed, primed for a smooth release. What an epic view.

Ted’s asshole immediately began crowning widely, as an assertively large turd was already poking its way out. You ready said Ted? Fuck yes said Adam, his cock raging from the anticipation and thrill of what he was about to witness…

Here goes… Ted gently tipped his head back, eyes closed and let his asshole do the work. Ted’s anus was a true marvel and his shit - thick, smooth, and incredibly long, with a wonderful fibrous texture like a thick rope, its surface a rich mixture of similar shades of dark brown, veined subtly with earthy tones. It slid out with a soft rustling sound like silk against skin, followed by a gentle ppffffft as air escaped around it. As the end pinched off with a quiet finality, his uncircumcised cock—held upwards and to the side to give Adam an unobstructed view of his flexing asshole—gave a half salute, twitching upward in a subtle nod of release.

It coiled lazily into the toilet, no loud plops, but a soft shhhlup as it gently touched down, grazing the side of the bowl as it came to rest up against it. As he continued shitting,  loop after loop formed a perfect spiral, the length seeming endless as his body worked it free. A quiet moan escaped his lips, not dramatic but profoundly satisfying, a low "mmh" that vibrated through him like a wave of relief washing over his fit frame.

Adam stood transfixed in front of the toilet, transfixed on Ted’s asshole, his eyes wide with bedazzled arousal, the intimacy of the moment pulling him in like a magnet. He watched as the succession continued: another big, long one followed seamlessly, firm and unyielding, its smooth fibrous texture gleaming like coiled ropes in those deep brown hues, rustling out with that same subtle whisper, punctuated by sporadic ppfffffts that filled the air with a raw, earthy scent. As this one pinched off, Ted's cock nodded again, a half salute that sent a thrill through Adam's veins. Ted's colon gifted yet more, the pieces coiling in a mesmerizing, very long succession, each one thicker than the last, his body handling it with effortless confidence. Midway through, as another robust length eased out and pinched free—prompting yet another twitchy nod from his cock—a few drops of piss escaped the tip, dripping warmly against his inner thigh, the unexpected trickle adding to the raunchy allure without a hint of mess.

Adam felt a surge of amazement at the sheer scale, intrigued by the raunchiness unfolding before him—the lust in Ted's quiet sighs, the bold vulnerability of it all—his own pulse quickening, drawn deeper into the erotic haze of the scene. Ted let out another soft, mind-blowingly content groan, his relief palpable yet understated, as the final coil settled, leaving them both in a charged silence. In the aftermath, Adam's gaze lingered on Ted's anus, surprisingly clean and not as soiled as he would have imagined after that long anal workout—smooth, pinkish-brown, and only lightly kissed with residue, a testament to the effortless confidence of the act.

Adam understood now why Ted needed a custom made toilet. Even with its extended size and large landing area, it was full and no normal toilet would be able to handle this amount of shit without being completely clogged.

Fuuuck man! That was amazing! Adam stood up, his cock raging with an erection as he approached Ted closer. Ted took Adam’s cock in his right hand, gripping it confidently and giving it a stroke to reveal that his cock was wet from pre cum. Ted took Adam’s cock in his mouth and slowly sucked his cock while staring intently into Adam’s eyes. Adam felt waves of pleasure cascading in his body… Adam abruptly had to withdraw, announcing, I really have to shit now too…..

Please be my guest Ted gestured as he stood up, Ted proceeded to flush. The niagra fall flush surprisingly handled Ted’s massive poo pile with relative ease, leaving the toilet scarred with epic skidmarks. Adam took to Ted’s toilet, loving the warm seat and feeling a sense of ultimate honour. Ted said, now your turn.

Adam could feel the pressure in his asshole and as he positioned himself to give Ted a show, his asshole momentarily went shy. But it wasn’t long because the urge was stronger and so he relented and let his asshole do it’s job. A thick long turd made an urgent exit, sending a distinct plop of a heavy turd crash landing In the water below. Aarrgh!!! Fuck… that felt good, said Adam softly, feeling an overwhelming wave approaching….

Nice said Ted, that was an epic landing….

Oh fuck, shit its coming…. Exclaimed Adam, a bit worried that this would be a shit spatter.

It wasn’t fortunately but what did follow was a messy torrent of shit – loud, strong flowing and primal. Shame, disgust and lust danced together as Adam’s asshole gave a very different performance to Ted’s.

Ted was equally intrigued as Adam was, fascinated and honoured to be witnessing such intense intimacy. The look between them as their eyes met mid shit, gave Adam the assurance that Ted was loving this, and so, his cock growing stiffer, he let go of any shame and pushed with pride, his man hole gorging with confidence.

Finally it stopped and Adam seemed to have held his breathe the hold time, let out a sigh of pure relief… Fuck that was intense!

Adam noticed Ted with a very stiff boner, giving him the confidence that Ted enjoyed the show! Fuck yeah bro, that was epic!!!

The toilet was quite full of a mushy mess, but seemed like a giant had had an average shit simply because of the size of the toilet. A regular toilet would have been filled well above the water line, but this toilet had space for more than double the capacity.

Ted then did what Adam would never have expected. He said, I want to shit on your shit, let me hop on, I’v got round two already waiting.

My god, really? Said Adam surprised.

Oh yeah said Ted, I mean it when I said, I have a very large colon.

As they swapped seats again, Ted was back on the toilet and was going to shit his load onto Adam’s below.

Ted got himself comfortable, but this time just leaned forward as he waited for the next load to unleash.

Adam, not sure what to do next, let his lust lead the way and he went down on his knees in front of Ted. Ted’s cock was still hard and Adam wanted more than ever, to blow Ted while he was shitting.

Do you mind asked Adam….

Without Ted having much of a chance to answer, Adam took his cock into his mouth and began rhythmically sucking Ted’s beautiful uncut cock, while using his other hand to gently massage his foreskin up and down as he tantilised the tip of his cock.

Shame danced with desire as Ted, having never experienced this before, trusted Adam and let himself go too.

Adam could not believe how Ted’s asshole just kept giving and giving, crackle after crackle the turds kept coming. Ted was starting to relax more and lean into the sensation… as he approached orgasm, it was like his asshole shifted into 5 gear to ramp up for the climax.

Jets of warm cum erupted in Adam’s mouth as a now torrent of shit was exploding out of Ted’s asshole…. Ted jolting from pure ecstasy, his cock slipping out of Adam’s mouth, while he was still coming, as a stream of cum landed on Adam’s ear, shoulder and chest. Adam felt the warm cum trickle down his back as he attempted to continue swallowing the mouth full of cum in his mouth.

Spent and still quivering slightly from the aftermath. Ted regained himself again properly on the toilet. Another full load, this time their shit mixed in together in a heaped pile beneath.

Adam stood up, while Ted remained seated on the toilet. Ted widened his legs and sat back for them to admire the load below. This was the ultimate intimacy. No more needed to be said. Adam leaned down and slowly kissed Ted. Ted tasting the reminants of his own cum.

I want you now to cum inside of me said Ted.

Adam still close to Ted’s mouth as they were kissing, said, I don’t have more shit in my tank like you bro…

That’s not a problem, I meant, I want your cock inside my asshole please! I want to feel that monster inside of me.. and I want you to fuck me on the shitter.

They were both standing by this point, hands around each other’s asses. Ted turned Adam so his back faced the toilet so he could take his seat. Adam almost flung back onto the toilet. Ted taking assertive charge.

The place I’m rooming in has these back-to-back bathrooms that share a window/are connected by a window—— you hear all kinds of dudesounds,,

but when I heard him blow one back at me I just took it as a sign to let loose— 

You tell me who won (its me, I won)  

It was a fairly hot day than was customary in the great capital city of the Roman Empire, Rome. It was noon, the time when there is more movement in the streets full of merchants, students, businessmen and, if we are lucky, we could see people from a high social class.

Marcus was a humble merchant quite demanding in what he bought to resell in his small stall, he was quite famous among men and women for his quality products, his secret is to try by his own hand what he plans to put up for sale.

The day before, Marcus did business with a nomadic merchant who had recently arrived in the city, and he did not come alone as on his humble horse were several bags full of different spices brought from distant places of the empire itself.

Marcus felt that his business was going to earn more if he brought unique things that no one else had in Rome, therefore, he decided to buy everything from the merchant who left the city with a big smile.

At present, it was time for lunch, so Marcus decided to prepare a good lentil stew and to try his product, he combined it with the new spices to give it a more unique and delicious touch, in addition to wanting to get rid of that small thorn of not having checked that the spices were of good quality and that they did not cause "havoc".

Once made and tasted, Marcus did not feel anything strange, rather, he felt a powerful flavor that he knew was going to make him a fortune, so he decided to make large quantities of stew and sell it to the workers of a large construction nearby who could not resist the great aroma that came from the stall.

In minutes Marcus had no more of the stew and the people who did not manage to buy the stew decided to buy the magic spice that gave him the great dreamy flavor until it was gone. 

While counting the sesterces (bronze coins), Marcus felt an annoyed but familiar sensation, he looked on both sides of his stall to check that no one is nearby and... *PPPFFFFFTTT*

A thunderous and smelly fart came out of Marcus' sweaty ass, his anus was burned in the process, however, he did not take it seriously since lentils are known to cause gas, something that the muscular men who worked nearby did not care much.

The minutes passed and that feeling did not stop, his stomach began to gurgle violently: *GRRRRRRRRRR*, it was something normal, he said to himself again hoping that the new spice had not been the cause of the stomach disaster that was approaching.

*PPPPFFFTTTTTTTRRRRRRR*

Another violent fart came out of him, so far in less than 20 minutes several farts, each one more scandalous than the other came out of him, he no longer cared if the people who dared to pass by his small stall smelled something extremely rotten, the only thing he cared about was calming the screams in his stomach: *GRRRRRRRRRRR*

"Something's not right," Marcus thought with his forehead all sweaty, his stomach looking like a small hot tub with thousands of bubbles made from his stomach acid that wanted to get out of his small sweaty hole.

*PPFTFTFTFTFTFFFTTTT* *PRPRPRPRTTTTSSHHH*

The worst that could happen happened, a liquid in addition to sweat had seeped through Marcus' anus, its thick texture together with the high temperature made him confirm his suspicions, it was a disastrous diarrhea, it barely managed to filter a little, but enough so that like a drop of rain slides on a glass, it will slide down your skin. Wearing only a tunic with nothing underneath, diarrhea had a free pass to walk all over Marcus' right leg.

His eyes widened wide, his hands began to tremble as they made their way to his stomach to try to calm the pressure, there was no time to lose, he looked for the nearest public toilet and when he located it, he put all his things away and slowly headed towards the facility.

*PRRRRRRTTTT* *PSHPSHPSH* *GRRRRRRRRRR*

It was a terrible odyssey to get to the bathroom, but with all his effort he achieved his goal. When he entered he saw that it was nothing out of the ordinary, several holes that functioned as toilets were scattered all over the place, each one separated by a few inches, there is no privacy here, although the Romans did not know that word, there was no kind of wall or anything that separated each of the holes and in the center of everything there was a small sponge in a tap inside a bucket of water which served to clean the disastrous anus of the unfortunate people who passed through the facilities.

Marcus was not used to going to this type of bathroom, he approached a hole in one of the corners, looked inside and saw the horror, a mountain of feces had accumulated for an unknown amount of time, brown, yellow, soft, dry, liquid, thick and a variety of poorly digested food could be seen from eye level. At that moment Marcus remembered a news he had heard from one of his customers: "Apparently the sewer system is clogged, I hope it will be resolved soon..."

*PPPRRRTRTRTRTTRTRTTRT* *PPPFFFFTTTTT*

A stormy and wet fart escaped interrupting his thoughts, he couldn't take much longer, he raised his robe as much as he could revealing his big butt stocky from his work as a street vendor stained with a trace of brown diarrhea that ran down his entire leg.

Finally he sat down, opened the gates of hell and expelled brown magma, a shower of diarrhea fell on the mountain of other men's feces adding that of a peddler to his collection.

*PRRRRRRRRR* *QSHHSHHSHHSHHSHHSHH* *PFFFTTFT*

His sphincter was contracting and expanding using a great deal of strength from the poor man to try and expel everything he had inside.

*PPPPSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *SHHHHHH* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *QSHSHSHSHSHSHSHHHHH* *PLOP*

As a result of the effort, a great explosion took place in Marcus' anus, jets of brown shit with the terrible smell of lentil stew from a few moments ago were scattered around the hole settling on top of the mountain of feces.

*PLOP* *PLOP* *PSHSHSH*

Several pieces of solid feces came out of it, they were giant, but strangely they came out easily, as if the diarrhea worked as a kind of oil that helped the large trunks slide down his rectum more easily and quickly.

*GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PPPFFTTTT* *PSSSSSHHH*

A tremor in his stomach and a choked but wet fart reminded Marcus that this nightmare isn't over, but he's not the only one whose torture had only just begun.

Not far from there we return to the construction site, several of those men had consumed the delicious lentil stew that Marcus sold at a questionably cheap price and a strangely exquisite taste.

Above the building, around the foundations of a roof were two men working: Lucius and Titus.

Lucius was a man with good muscles without giant muscles, curly brown hair, brown eyes and wore a somewhat dirty tunic from his work, while Titus was a much more muscular man than Lucius, he had black hair and somewhat elongated, brown eyes and his tunic was not only dirty, but it also had several holes due to his work and because he did not have much money to pay for another one or at least to repair it, it should be noted that in that city it was quite common that on sunny days men did not wear anything under their robes, so you could see somewhat revealing parts of Titus' body.

Lucius: Wow, it's really very hot for this time of year, isn't it?

Titus: I know, but come on, the weather has been in worse shape before, for me this is nothing new, I'm already used to getting a tan every time I go out to work.

Lucius: *GRRRRRRRRR* My body is not very used to it, my stomach is starting to growl...

Titus: Well, if you really feel bad, we'd better start working faster, so we can leave earlier or at least rest a little.

Lucius: You're right...

They spent 20 minutes in the big sun putting block by block, measuring and evaluating until a strange smell was present inside Titus' nose.

Titus: Do you smell that?

Lucius: Erm no, is something wrong?

Titus: It smells like...

Finally he realized where that smell was coming from, he turned his head and looked straight into Lucius' eyes, he put on a playful smile while seeing the red face of his partner.

Titus: I didn't know the sun was hurting your stomach so much, huh Lucius?

Lucius: No! I didn't go! it must be that bathroom that is... *GRRRRRRRRR* Covered...

Titus: Oh come on, you don't have to feel so ashamed, even the emperor farts... In fact, I don't think I'm as used to this weather as I had thought...

With a slow but jerky movement, Titus lifted his butt and... *PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF*

Lucius couldn't believe what his eyes, ears, and nose had just witnessed, it must be the biggest fart he'd ever heard in his life and its smell was something out of this world, not even the animals in the stable near his home smelled so bad.

Lucius: oh damn, really Titus?

Titus: damn I think I broke my whole ass right now, I'm amazed that he didn't create another hole in the butt of my robe.

After that, another 10 minutes passed where the atmosphere became tense, not because of Titus' "lack of education", but because the air began to stink from the airy evacuations of the two men's butts. Now Lucius didn't feel sorry for what his digestive system was forcing him to do, but not because he was 100% comfortable with Titus, they were great friends, but there are even things that are sad to show even your best friends, but because he had no other way to release and calm the growing pressure of his stomach that little by little he felt was going down to his sphincter about to knock on the doors of his anal cavities.

*GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

Lucius: Wow... I know it's very hot, but this is not normal, is it something that opens eaten?...

Titus: That damn lentil stew...

Lucius turned to look at his partner, who previously showed relaxation on his face now shows genuine concern as he clutched his stomach with his right arm tightly. 

Lucius: I think that heavy food and this weather made our bodies... aghhh... *PPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTT*

A loud and smelly fart came out of Lucius, which made his concern increase, because before he could decide when to let out a fart, but this was a surprise, he did not detect it, he did not feel the air going through his intestine, he only felt a small pain and in less than a second a large trumpet of smelly air came out of him, he couldn't control it, this only announced the worst, even Titus was surprised by the nature of that flatulence.

Lucius: I think I'll need you to cover me mate, because erm I need to find more roofing material... *GRRRRRRRRR*

Titus: You don't fool anyone here Lucius, it's obvious that you need to unload all the evils from your body, if I make myself understood mate, but unfortunately I can't cover you either because I think that... *PPFTFTFTFTFTPFPFFFTTTT* we are in the same situation mate.

Lucius: Ugh it looks like we'll need to be away for a moment, but I guess the boss won't notice that we left for at least 10 minutes.

Titus: *GGRRRRRR* Make it 30.

They both held their stomachs determined to get to the old and dirty public bathroom near the construction site, as they lowered their stomachs began to growl loudly, but they arrived safely on the ground.

As they passed around other workers, Lucius noticed that one of the brick bearers stopped for a moment, grabbed his stomach and let out a big violent fart while the author groaned in satisfaction and went back to his work, but that thought didn't last long when Titus interrupted him.

Titus: Hey, mate! I know it's a bad time, but I didn't know you were a soldier too.

Lucius looked at him confused, he didn't understand what that man was referring to until he finished his sentence with a punchline that made him understand the double meaning.

Titus: You have a weird way of carrying that big spear, don't you think?

Lucius finally understood what his companion meant, looked down and couldn't help but open his eyes wider as his face began to blush. Apparently the heat and stomach pain made Lucius start sweating, too much, making his white robe so wet that it began to stick to his burly body and when he was not wearing anything underneath his large "spear" began to be marked. It was huge and just like the owner, it seemed that he lifted heavy weight daily, the sweat did not help much, every time a drop ran down his abdomen he took a walk towards his crotch caressing it and "tickling" it and together with the enormous stomach pressure that stimulated the lower parts in his body were the perfect mix for a semi erection that Lucius never noticed because he was focused on keeping the brown stew inside of his body.

With embarrassment and almost instantly he took part of the robe to cover his groin while Titus did not stop laughing saying: "That won't help you cover all that spear, besides I just realized that you are accompanied by a large shield back there"

As if the embarrassment were not enough, his huge butt was marked by the sweaty robe, in addition to the fact that he noticed that some co-workers were stunned and others trying to hide their laughter while whispering with their friends.

Titus: "Don't worry Lucius, then you get used to it, for example, I have holes everywhere in the robe, but only if you are a good observer and from weird angles you can see what is under this dirty robe."

Lucius slowly lowered his gaze, he saw a kind of fleshy, veiny tube, although it was only a part of it and he turned his gaze embarrassedly.

*GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

A strong cramp reminded him of the true purpose of having left his job, the reason why his robes were so sweaty and why his body was so "scarred".

*PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTT* *PPRRRRRRRRRR*

A fart came out of Titus' carved ass echoing through his sweaty and smooth buttocks, "We have to hurry," he said in a more worried tone as he felt a torrent of brown water pass and splash around his aqueduct hitting the large plug that tried to block the exit of the angry water to the outside.

After much effort and stumbling between the two of the Spaniards, there was no one except for the author of the brown tragedy himself, Marcus.

Lucius: "Are you that seller of the stew?"

Titus: "Apparently someone tried their product haha"

In a corner was a weak man with his head bowed hugging his stomach tightly, with what little strength he had left he looked up to see two men quite attractive, but with a look of confusion mixed with concern. Marcus said to himself, "Oh just what I was missing..." then he turned to the boys and said, "I think it's a bad time to... ugh"

*PSTTSTSTSTSSSSS* *PRHPRHPRHPRHPRHPRHPRH* *QSHQHSHSHHHHHHHHH* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *PPFFFTTTT* *PPFFTFTFTFT* *GRRRRRRR*

A torrent of diarrhea escaped from his sphincter, after the time that passed, Marcus was just beginning to get rid of the trash he had eaten just a few minutes ago. Both men were surprised to witness something of that magnitude, but they couldn't criticize, they couldn't speak, since they knew that they were also going to explode in a few seconds.

Lucius wanted to find a secluded place to sit, but he was stopped by Titus who grabbed his arm tightly and said: "Oh come on man, let's not let the salesman shit alone, maybe if we make friends with him he will give us discounts or something, and believe me that I really need to save as much as possible". Lucius wanted to object, but without realizing it he was already sitting on the right of Titus who in turn had sat on Marcus' right.

Before starting, Titus began to undress completely in front of them, Marcus complaining asking what this is all about to which Titus replied "I can't shit if I'm not naked, besides, I don't think it makes the difference of my torn and old robe".

*PFFFTTTTT* *PRPRPR*

Lucius started with a rather shy and sordid fart, he was very embarrassed by that situation, he waited for the two men who were next to him to leave as quickly as possible to start unloading everything from his body, and while he was concentrating on preventing his anus from exploding he was interrupted by a strong grab on his leg by Titus.

*PRPPRPRPRPRPRPRPRRRRR* *SQHSQHQSHSHQSHSHQSHSHSHQSQHQHQHQ* *PRPRPRPRPRPR* *TTTTTSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH* *PFTPFTPFTPRPTRTSHTSHTSHTSHTSHTSHTSHTSHTSHT* *PLOP* *PFTPFTFTFTFTFTFTTTTTTTTRRRTRTRTRTRTRT*

From Titus' big ass came a turret of farts and diarrhea so large that it overshadowed Marcus' explosion while the author of the explosion was only seen with a big smile of satisfaction on his face while beads of sweat ran on his forehead, but that shock made Lucius lose concentration and control of his sphincter.

*PPFFTTTT* *QHSHHQSHQSHSQSHQHQSHQSHQSHQ* *SHHHHHHH* *QRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *SHHHHHHSHHHHH* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *GRRRRRR*

A big wave of diarrhea came out of Lucius' big ass, it wasn't as big as Titus's but that didn't stop it from drawing attention among the three men in the place. Lucius bowed his head in embarrassment at what just happened, but...

*PPFTFTFTFTFTFTFFFF* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *PRTRTRTRTRTR* *PFFPFFFFFTTTTTT* *SHHHHHHHHHHHHH* *QRRRRRRQRRRRRRQRRRR* *SHSHSSHHHHHHHHHH* *PFTFFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT*

Another explosion came out of Marcus' body, clearly it could be heard how several drops hit the small walls under the seat as his anus was not big enough to allow the brown river to pass through, so several drops shot everywhere.

*PPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSS* *PFTFTFTFTFFTFTTFFFFTT* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *TRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *QSHQSHQQHSHHQHQQS* *PSHSHSHSHSHSHSHS* *PLOP* *PFTFTFTF* *PLOP*

A smaller but equally intense explosion came from Titus, who clutched his stomach and moaned in pain, but also with pleasure, apparently the largest man in the place knew very well how to hide his desperation to go to the bathroom just a few minutes ago.

All these explosions relaxed Lucius as he couldn't do worse than the others, if they were all going through the same problem as him then there was no reason to be ashamed, so...

*PPPRPRPRPRPRTTTTRTRTR* *QHSQHSHSHQSHQHSHQSHSQHQSQHQS* *SHHHHHHH* *PFTTFFTTFTFTFTFT* *SHSHSHHSHHHH* *PLOP* *PLOP* *QHSHQSHQHSQHSQHSHQHS* *PLOP* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *QSHQSHQHSQHS* *PFTFTFTFT*

He relaxed his body to release part of the monster inside, the satisfaction was such that he even closed his eyes, raised his head while breathing a brief sigh of relief. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the two men sitting on his right, quite surprised.

Titus: "That was a big blast, I didn't know you were capable of something like that, my friend."

Marcus: "If you were also affected by stew in that way, then..."

Suddenly the door opened, three men from the construction site entered the already smelly bathroom, all sweating and looking worried, apparently they also had urgent matters to attend to.

Titus greeted them innocently while his ass was still scooping out liquid feces wholesale.

The three men greeted those who were present at the time and each sat next to them.

The first man, a strong one with brown hair was the first to sit down, he discovered his big butt which everyone could see, and in a nonchalant way he began to unload everything he had inside.

*TRTRTTRRTRTTRTRTRTR* *QHSHSHQSHSQHSQHSHQSHQSHQS* *PFTFTFTFTFTF* *PLOP* *PLOP*

*PLOP* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *QSHHHH*

He let out several quick and fleeting farts as he began to writhe in pain, then suddenly his digestive tract began to move violently to remove the solid poop he carried inside him, and then released a large load of thick, burning and explosive diarrhea.

The second person began to undress to sit in a somewhat peculiar way, placing his left leg above the large plank that joined all the toilets, as if he were posing for a nudist painting. Lucius asked the reason for that position to which the man replied: "It helps me defecate, improves the position of the intestine, or at least that's what my medicus told me and..."

*PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PLOP* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PLOP* *PLOP*

A large solid excrement came out of him, everyone could see it, as his ass suddenly opened and began to expel something incredibly long and fat, so much so that in the middle of his exit he broke in two and when he fell he collided with such force that he emitted a small echo while splashing the other remains of excrement of previous visitors to the bathroom.

*PFFTFTTFTFTFTFTF* *QHSQHSHQSHQSHSQHSHSQHSHSQHSQHSQH* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *PLSHHHHHHHHH* *SHQHSHQHHHSHSQ* *QHSHQHHQHS* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTFF* *QHSHQHHSHSHQHHSSH*

A loud fart traveled throughout the room giving notice of what was going to happen to that butt, those giant pieces were a kind of door that prevented the real diarrhea from coming out, without them, a large fountain of semi-solid excrement came out of it, it dripped so much that it managed to stain the boy's seat while he could only focus on the pain and pleasure of the moment, All this happened while the others saw how his butt suffered a violence of excrement from which no one could save him.

The third person began to undress as well, but unlike the previous one, this one escaped several wet farts, his urgency was quite obvious but his face said the opposite, he was relaxed, something that Titus considered something strange.

Titus: "Hey man! *PFTFTFTFT* You can tell you're shitting yourself, why are you wasting your time taking all that out?"

The man responded by saying, "I can't *PPFTFTFTFT* shit without *PPFTTFTFFR* getting naked, it's a *PPFTFTFTF* custom of mine."

Once naked, the sounds and vibrations of his farts changed, his robe choked them making his true nature noticeable, a chaotic and wet, so much so that Marcus could notice how a brown drop slipped from his butt and ran down his leg, more or less his same situation.

The man started to sit up, but, his butt was quite far from the toilet when disaster struck.

*PPFTFT* *QHSSQHSQHHSHSQSHQSHQSHQHS* *PPFTFTFT* *PFTFTFTF* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPRPRPRPR* *PFFTTFT* *QSHSHSQHQSHSHQHQS*

A fart betrayed him and he started shitting without even sitting down, all his feces splashed everywhere, the edges of the hole had been filled with shit, as well as the part behind it. But there was no time, the man accepted his fate and managed to sit on it, completely staining his butt with his own watery feces.

*PPPPPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *HQSHSHQHSQHSHQSHSHSHS* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *SHSHHSHSHHHHHHHHH* *QHHSHQSHQHSQHSQHS* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *PPFTFTFTFF* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *SHSHSHSHSHSHSHHHHHHH*

Another wet fart came out of him, giving way to a rather impressive burst of diarrhea, while even the others could clearly hear the poor man's stomach growls as they stared with a bit of disgust and sorrow at his butt stained with diarrhea and sweat.

Several minutes passed and unfortunately for Marcus and Lucius the bathroom began to fill with men with the same stomach problems as them, so much so that in a very short time it was completely filled while outside the bathroom there were several men lining up while farting and few unfortunates on themselves having to go to the nearby bushes.

Between several loud and wet farts stood an imposing figure, all the workers saw him with fear and despair, another problem to the painful situation they were experiencing, that figure was the boss Augustus, the one who commanded the work, but he looked different, he was completely sweaty, his tunic like Lucius's revealed more things than he could hide.

Angry he asked why his men were lining up outside the bathroom while they were shitting on each other, with great sorrow one of them took the initiative and began to tell him the situation while his butt continued to release pressure through disgusting flatulence that began to stain the back of his robe.

Augustus began to make his way in front of the men, in a normal situation they would prevent him from passing without having waited his turn, but he looked so angry that no one dared to contradict him.

When he entered, he almost fainted from the heat and the plague that had locked himself in that place, for the first time he witnessed large amounts of penises and shit at first glance that he was shocked, but a sensation deep in his body reminded him of the real reason why he had come.

ery annoyed he yelled at everyone to deduct their pay for the day if they don't leave the bathroom at that very moment, one of the men got scared, stood up for a moment, but an anal burst made him sit down again while his stomach continued to roar like a lion.

The boss, seeing that no one could stand without making a mess, began to look around and saw the culprit of everything, Marcus, without any hesitation told him that it was all his fault and that is why he was going to suffer the consequences, he took off his tunic discovering a muscular body with a penis that had nothing to envy to that of his workers, His butt was big and bubble.

Marcus knew what was about to happen, he tried to get up, but a stomach cramp prevented him, he looked up and saw how Augustus' big butt was about to sit on his crotch.

His weight was great, but nothing that Marcus' muscular legs that he developed through his work couldn't handle.

*PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT

A giant fart was heard throughout the bathroom and outside of it, so loud was it that it even echoed, making all the men turn to see the scene that was about to unfold.

Lucius and Titus were really nervous about the simple fact that their annoyed boss was sitting next to them, but their suffering couldn't compare to that of Marcus who witnessed hell itself firsthand.

*QHSHQHSQSHQHSQHSHQSHQSHQSHQH* *TRTRTRTRTRTRT* *QHSHSHQSHSHQHSHSHQHSHQSQSQ* *PPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT* *QSHHSHSHSHSHSHHHHHHHQQQQQ* *QRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQRQR*

A storm of diarrhea came out of Augustus, it was incredible, none of the men present had made an explosion that matched that of his boss, while Marcus felt how his crotch was bathed with burning wash, more diarrhea came out of his own body, causing the noises and feces to combine.

*QHHSQHQSHSHSHSQHQHSSHHHHH* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRP* *PFTFPFPTFFPTFPTPF* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *SHHHHHHHHHHH* *PLOP* *QHSHSHSQHHQSHQHSQHSHS* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR*

Augustus was growling as he was holding back the moans of pain and pleasure as he knew that all his workers were watching him, he had to show a strong stance so as not to lose the respect of his men so when he heard Marcus complain he said: "I haven't even started so shut your mouth!"

*PPFTFTF* *QHSHHQQSHQHSQHSHQHSQHSQHSHQSHQ* *PFPFTFTFPFTFTF* *GRRRR* *HSHSHSHSHQHQSHHSQ* *PRPRRRRRRRRRRR* *PRRRRR* *SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHHHHH*

Several farts came out of him, interrupting the source of diarrhea and other times joining it, since the vibration of his buttocks and the air pressure was so much that it caused diarrhea to shoot everywhere, both on Marcus' waist and in the toilet.

*GRRRRRRRRRR* *QHSHQHHSHQSHQHSQ* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *QHSHQSHSQHSHQHS* *PSSHSHSHSHSHSS* *QHSHQSHQHHSQ* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT* *QHSHSHQQHSHQHSQ*

Another big explosion came out, the bathroom already sucked, but the addition of the farts of a great man like Augustus made the smell inside reach another level. Marcus suffered and begged for mercy, but the boss simply did not listen, he knew that Marcus had been the culprit because he saw some of his men eating at that small stall, including him who did not buy, but asked one of his assistants to buy for him, so he would not forgive him.

*PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PLOP*

A large solid log came out of the boss, and although his stomach hurt, I think that was enough, not because of Marcus, but because he didn't want to continue drowning in the stinking bathroom, he considered that he had released enough pressure to return to his post and endure some new diarrhea until the bathroom was freer.

Finally, Augustus lifted his huge butt, Marcus' legs were sore, but at least he could keep moving them and fearfully lowered his gaze to his crotch, it was completely stained with brown and black chocolate quite thick and hot, but he couldn't clean it at that moment because Augustus started to clean himself.

Completely naked, Augustus went to the center of the bath where he found Rome's quintessential cleaning object: a bucket with a sponge stuck in a stick. Despite the poor maintenance of the place, the sponge was perfectly clean, in addition to the fact that in the bathroom itself there was a place with clean water to clean the sponge for the next person who would use it.

With determination and seriousness he took the tersorium and began to run it all over his ass cleaning as much as possible the big mess that happened in his backside, from afar it seemed that the boss didn't care, but deep down he was embarrassed, he should command respect, but now he is in the center of a public bathroom completely naked while rubbing a stick with a sponge on his ass full of diarrhea.

They were gentle movements that covered the entire area, every few seconds he cleaned the sponge to continue with the process until... *GRRRRRRR* A stomach cramp hit him, apparently it was an innocent fart so while he continued to clean, he opened his anus a little and...

*PFTFTFTFFT* *PRPPRRPRPRPRPR* *QHSHQSHQSH*

Diarrhea shot out dirtying the tersorium and the floor, this surprised him so much that he dropped the tersorium to the floor while holding his stomach.

*PFPFPFTFTF* *PRPRPR* *PFTFTFTF* *PRPRPRPR* *PFTFTF* *PRPRPRPR* *PFTFTFTFF*

There was no way to stop the diarrhea, Augustus began to run straight back to Marcus while farts and diarrhea came out like a machine gun, non-existent for the time, dirtying the floor while everyone around him saw him, some holding back their laughter and others whispering.

His big ass hit again against Marcus' legs who was barely recovering from the previous one, clenched his hands and teeth and released all the load he had inside again.

*QHSHSQHQSHQHSQHSHQ* *PFPFPFPFPTPPTFTPPPTPFFP* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRT* *QSHHQSHQHSHQSQHSQHSHQHSQHSQHSQHSQ* *PFTFTF* *QQSHQHSHQHSQS* *PLSHHHHHHH*

The explosion was gigantic, so much so that Titus, who was sitting next to Marcus, moved away for a few seconds until he returned to his position due to another explosion of diarrhea. Augustus could barely control his gestures as a pile of debris poured through his rectum.

*PPSSSHSHSHSHSH* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *TRRRRRRRRRRR* *PSHSHSHHHHHHHH* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFT* *PFFFFFFTTTTT*

Augustus' stomach cramps were so great that Marcus could feel his legs moving his stomach and rectum, all while his nose tried to breathe fresh air, his legs began to go numb and his crotch began to burn from the incredible temperature of the big boss's jaws.

*PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *QHSHQHQHSHSQHSHHQQ* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *PPPPPPFFFFFFTTTTTT* *PLSSHSHSHSHSHSHS* *GRRRRRR* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *QHSHQHSHQSHQSHSHHSHSHQ* *SSSHHHHHHHH*

And so it was that a whole day of work was lost, almost all the men were there at that moment releasing their diarrhea in the toilets and others where they can, Augustus was embarrassed but determined to continue imposing respect, Titus was relaxed and in his own world, Lucius tried to cover his naked body and his stomach noises as best he could but without success, and Marcus, regretting having bought those spices, they were delicious, but they had incredible consequences.

Night fell, only a few were inside and outside the bathroom, cleaning it on Augustus' orders, while Marcus began to collect his things never to return to that same place, after all he had lost dozens of customers in a single day, he took his wheelbarrow and before leaving he felt something very strange... *GRRRRRRR* *PPFFTFTF*... "It looks like I'll have to go to the bathroom again soon..."

JACK & TRAVIS

Jack and Travis became best buddies when they started playing Pee Wee League football in Stephenville, Texas, a small town of 22,000 people about 70 miles southwest of Fort Worth. Stephenville, a livestock and agriculture center, calls itself the "Cowboy Capital of the World." The two have been inseparable ever since.

In their spare time, they bought and fixed up old cars, selling them for a tidy profit. It turned into a lucrative side hustle.

Having grown up together, they did all the stuff boys did back then. They rode bikes everywhere, looking for, and sometimes finding, trouble. Occasionally, Jack sneaked a few beers from his dad's beer fridge in the garage. They worked out religiously. Both played football and baseball in high school. Sometimes they even competed for the same cheerleader. Now in their early thirties, both married and with good jobs, times were good.

Having been athletes all their lives, being naked in the locker room was routine. Jack's penis was bigger than Travis's, but not by much. Travis bragged about his "bull balls." "Real low-hangers," he always said. Jack's self-proclaimed "moneymaker" was his small, smooth, round bubble butt. He poked fun at Travis's beefy ass, calling it "bootylicious."

One of their favorite high-school pastimes was buddy-dumping, still continued today. At first, the practice was confined to adjoining stalls at school and big-box stores. Jack remembers the day he "upped the ante," as they say.

They were working on a 1979 Ford F-150 at Travis's house when he mentioned he needed to poop. "You mind if I watch, dude," Jack asked. "I wannna finally see what that big ass of yours is capable of."

"You know damn good and well I can blow up a toilet, Jack. We been shittin' side-by-side since we played varsity. But come on ahead, I'll show you. Get ready for the smell. This is gonna be a big one." He walked in the house. Jack followed, surprised that Travis was so nonchalant. Meanwhile, he realized his dick was engorging, an unexpected development.

"Take off your shorts. I want a good view."

"If you say so, dude. You gettin' kinky on me?"

"No, man, I just want the full show."

Travis removed his shorts and parked his big butt on the toilet seat, immediately letting loose a booming fart. "You like it so far?" he asked.

"Hell yeah, man, go for it."

Travis looked down as he concentrated in silence. He pushed, unleashing a torrent of mushy pieces of shit forcefully into the bowl. He surprised himself as the poop kept coming.

"Here comes the smell. Can you take it?"

"I've seen worse. Good one by the way. Even though I got a smaller butt, I like to think I can keep up with you, so let's see if I'm right or wrong. Stand up and show me your fuckin' load."

"I never knew you were into this, J. Tell ya the truth, I'm down with it. Here you go," he replied as he stood up and turned around.

And oh, what a sight it was.

"Damn, Travis, you ain't bullshittn' today. That's a huge fucking shit load. You better flush now before you wipe your ass. I wanna see that too. You into it?"

"Why not man, we've gone this far," Travis answered, flushing the toilet, but not before Jack snapped a pic on his phone.

"Whaddya gonna do with that, boy, jerk off to it?"

"I just might. Let's keep that between us, aight?"

"No doubt." With that, Travis twirled some paper from the roll, folded it, then dug in his long, deep, dirty ass crack.

"I knew you weren't a front-wiper, Travis. That woulda been disappointing."

"Here's some dirty paper if you want to see that, too," Travis volunteered.

"Kind of you to offer. I was worrying if this was too much for you."

"Hell no, man. We been buds for over 20 years. I thought I knew you inside out. I was wrong!"

Jack replied, "Thanks man for doing this. One thing. I done pooped today, but you think you might wanna see me lettin' loose sometime?"

"I never said it before, Jack, but you do have a pretty, little ass. I can see it happening. Just holler when you're ready. But know you got your work cut out for you if you gonna beat what I done today."

"I'll be sure and load up for you, Travis. Now let's get back to work on that old Ford."

BO

Bo is the "boy next door" type. He's an average, red-blooded American man. He's polite--saying "please" and "thank you" comes naturally to him. His body isn't shredded. There's a spread around the middle. His pubic region is untamed, black and thick, which elicits a complaint now and again from his lady friends, some of whom don't like spitting out pubic hair while they're blowing him.

Bo looks content here, very comfortable with himself. That's his personality. He's fun, laid-back, and uncomplicated. Both men and women liked him, because he's not a toxic male, as are so many young, White men in America. He's a giver, in life and in bed. He's a loyal friend.

His secret weapon? That bulge you see in his boxers.

A few years ago, when he was nineteen, he and his best friend Charlie went on a camping trip to 180 acres of heavily wooded property outside of Corsicana that Bo’s Uncle Jim owned. He loved to go camping, and brought everything they needed to spend 3-4 days without having to go into town for provisions.

He and Charlie had just finished dinner and were getting a buzz on Old Grand-Dad and primo bud. The campfire was blazing. They had plenty of wood. A dry front arrived that morning; there was a slight chill in the air. It was a clear, moonless night. Seventy miles from Dallas, the stars were amazing.

Out of the blue, Charlie brushed his hand across Bo's thigh. They were messed up pretty good by now. Bo didn't react, which Charlie took as tacit approval. Charlie next put his hand on Bo's bulge. Again, no reaction.

Charlie decided to take a chance. He reached inside Bo's shorts, finding the dick. He couldn't see it, but he knew by feel that Bo was packing heat.

Five minutes later he was deep-throating Bo, no small feat. At first, Bo's eyes stayed closed, but it wasn't long before he was an active participant in the forbidden pleasure, his right hand guiding Charlie's head up and down his stiff, thick, cut penis. Charlie even managed to get one of Bo's large balls inside his mouth.

Charlie, still in uncharted territory himself, knew instinctively how to pleasure Bo and his penis, to the end. When Bo came, the force of the orgasm startled Charlie, but not enough to prevent him from swallowing every drop of semen. Bo's precum was much different from the thick and milky jizz, he noticed, in looks and taste.

They went on many camping trips that summer and into early fall, the best time to camp, since it was cooler. Bo liked and trusted Charlie. To this day, Charlie is the only man Bo has been with. There may come a time when Bo decides to go further with Charlie, which he's thought about. He knows it will be special. Charlie is his best friend.

CHARLIE

Bo and Charlie became fast friends when Charlie's family moved to town, two blocks from Bo's house. They were inseparable. They rode bicycles everywhere. They ordered Big Macs at McDonald's. They went to the dollar movie a couple of times a month.

After he received his driver's license, Charlie was surprised on his birthday when his parents handed him a small, wrapped box. Inside was a key and a note that said, "Look in the garage. Love, Mom and Dad." He found a brand-new, shiny Yamaha dirt bike, with a 250 cc engine. He loved it. Now, he and Bo could ride together on the nearby trails. Bo already had a motorcycle, a used one he bought with money he had saved working summer jobs. Their friendship was cemented during those early years.

The Summer of Bo changed Charlie. The relationship had evolved, and Charlie liked the direction their friendship was taking. At first, he was unsure if the feeling was mutual. As time passed, any questions he had on the subject were quickly resolved when Bo reciprocated, his oral skills improving with each session. Bo never bragged that his dick was bigger than Charlie's. Or thicker. Charlie was a member of the “average-guy club,” though he did have a relatively outsize mushroom head. And the color of his penis was pink and consistent, top to bottom. No discoloration at all.

Bo suggested they watch gay porn for ideas of what to do next. Soon after, Charlie was surprised and excited when Bo pulled out of Charlie's mouth at the last minute, then shot his wad all over his own chest. He used his finger to spread the load around, then licked it. Charlie knew there was no turning back. Bo was into it.

Charlie had a trick up his sleeve the next time they got together. He had Bo lie on his back, his knees raised slightly, and began sucking Bo's impressive penis. Once it stiffened, which didn't take long, Charlie playfully caressed Bo's balls. His own dick responded in kind.

Next, The Move. Charlie spit on his right middle finger, then carefully and delicately approached Bo's slightly hairy asshole. He met some resistance, so he reached for some lube he had purchased at CVS. He found the hole again and pushed, slowly. Bo moaned a bit, his eyes closed, but did nothing to express dissatisfaction with what was happening.

Charlie had fingered a girl's vagina, once. Cathy's vagina was easier to penetrate than Bo's asshole, so he knew he needed to be gentle. He soon realized that Bo's hole was protected by a tight ring. With a bit more pressure, he eventually penetrated the ring. He was inside. It was warm and moist in there. At this point, Bo's dick stiffened even more. It was an imposing sight. Charlie leaned down, putting his tongue on Bo's frenulum, the sensitive area under the mushroom head. He was rolling. Bo, quiet thus far, finally provided some feedback. "Wow, dude, you know what you're doing. Feels great. Keep going."

Charlie's finger moved ever inward, until he met some resistance. It felt like a fleshy bulb of tissue, unlike anything else in the area. It had a spongy texture. Later, he would learn that it was called the prostate gland.

When he massaged it, Bo's reaction surprised him. Bo mouthed something unintelligible, his eyes closed. He was elsewhere at the moment. Charlie continued the massage. He liked pleasuring Bo, and Bo was responding positively, visually and audibly. Charlie had an idea. "Hey man, you think you can do this to me sometime?" Bo responded, "Hell, yeah. Now that I know what it feels like."

Charlie was relieved that he didn't run into anything else while he was exploring Bo's rectum. He didn't think he would, since they both were morning shitters and it was afternoon. Bo's pooping schedule was set in stone. Charlie ought to know. He'd seen Bo on the toilet many times. It was a guy thing. Bo never closed the door when he pooped, even having conversation while on the toilet, seemingly inviting Charlie into the bathroom.

Likewise, Bo had seen Charlie shitting a few times, even saw him wiping his ass one morning. At first, Charlie was a little uncomfortable with Bo's shitting habits. But he decided to indulge him. He instinctively knew what Bo wanted without being asked. Later, the whole thing became almost routine. If Charlie stayed over at Bo's place, he knew he would see Bo on the toilet in the morning. He did look kind of hot sitting there, Charlie thought.

Charlie had one last thing in mind while he was still inside Bo. He moved his finger in and out, slowly at first, then faster. At this moment, Bo straightened his legs, grabbed his hard dick, and started jacking. Seconds later, he told Charlie, "Harder, harder." Charlie continued, following Bo's lead.

When Bo's toes curled, Charlie knew he was close. Then, it happened. Bo's head snapped back as his dick spurted ropes of cum in rapid succession, while Charlie continued the finger-fucking.

Bo was done, collapsed, wrecked. His body grew limp. "Oooh," he moaned softly.

Looking at Bo lying there, motionless, with splotches of cum on his chest and stomach, Charlie asked, "So, you liked that, boy?"

"Yeah, I liked it. You were great. Let me know when I can help you out."