#malepoop

Cool true story just experience. When out on a date with this guy, let’s call him Kason. Kason is a sweet guy. He is but of a twink, in the shorter side with blue eyes and messy golden hair and smattering of freckles. He wore a simple pair of jeans, a leather jacket and a Star Wars shirt. The date itself was fine, we hung out, chatted, and grabbed some milkshakes. I get a simple vanilla one while Kason got a half-vanilla half chocolate peanut better swirl thing.

Kason is real sweet and gentlemanly and drives me back to my place, but we end up sitting in his car for a while, talking away and stuck, till I got the hint that I was going to need to make the first move. I finally I grabbed him by the jacket gave him a teasing kiss and instantly his ears are going red and his hands are pulling at my sweater. Next thing you know he is climbing out of the driver seat and into my lap. We lose the seat all the way back as he straddled me, his hands teasing up along my stomach as we kiss, we get real into it, and I lift his shirt and run my hands along the waistband of his underwear. He is wear some red briefs or boxer-briefs (I couldn’t quite tail) but they were definitely Flash theme (like the superhero guy).

they were nerdy, but cute and I’m a sucker for guys in underwear. So I start lowering his pants. Then suddenly Kason stiffens and pulls away from our make session. He sort of freezes, pushing me down in the seat and gets this nervous look in his face.

“Hey, um, wait,” he says. “Um, could we go inside.”

I was about to say yes, but then he blurts out as if to clarify, “I just need your bathroom real quick.”

“oh, yeah, sure,” I say. Though I admit I was turned on by the turn of convo, but my manners sent me on autopilot as Kason hurriedly pulled his pants back up and we detangled ourselves and got out of the car. Kason was up the steps before me to the dirt and fidgeted slightly as he waited for me to get out my key. Kason picked at his nails. His knees pushed together as he both clearly needed the restroom and didn’t want to be too obvious.

We get inside and immediately he’s like, “where the bathroom?” As he fidgets, his knees together, a hand on his stomach as he tries to keep his cool.

“Right over there,” I say, and gesture to the bathroom that’s just off the living room as I switch on the lights.

“cool,” he says and rushes, I mean this man practically sprints to the bathroom in this awkwards ass clenched run. He throws open the door and closes it behind him.

While I stand outside the bathroom, I can hear through the door, and am caught off guard by the sound of Kason moaning,

“Come on, come on, come on,” as presumably he fiddles with his jeans, desperately pulling them and his dorky underwear down. A second later there is the slam of the toilet seat being lifted up, followed by the sound of Kason flinging himself ass first down onto the toilet seat. At which point all hell break loose.

By which I mean I can hear Kason absolutely begin shitting his brains out!

PBBBLTTT!

BLLORT!

SBBBPPPBLRRT!

BBBBBRRRRTTT! 

“Oh my god!” I hear Kason moan, though the straining, breathy sound is nearly drowned out by the eruption that is pouring out of his ass. It sounds like the brattiest, hottest load of diarrhea in his life. I can’t help but smirk, biting my lip as I imagine him on the other side of the dooor, hunched over with his pants and underwear around his ankles, his face red flushed with embarrassment as his eyes roll back while he rides out the most humiliating, toe curling case of diarrhea a guy could imagine. It sounds thick and sloppy, a muddy explosion that signals that Kason has lost complete control over his bowels. 

SSPPPBBLERTT! 

PPPBBBLERRTPPSSBBRRT! 

CLKRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKLLKKL-PLOP-PLOP

SKLLKRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALKKLKL-PLOP-PLOP

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAATPTPPT

PBTBTBTBBTBTTBBTTBBTB

“Hnngh!”

Clearly he has been holding in a monster.  It’s a miracle that he made to the toilet at all I realize. I hadn’t known just how close he apparently was to shitting his pants. 

After about 15 or 20 minutes of absolutely destroying my poor toilet, Kason flushed and emerged from the bathroom holding his stomach. 

“You okay man?” 

“Yeah,” he said, though he was clearly embarrassed and blushing and wouldn’t look my way. “That milkshake really messed up my stomach. I’m uh… lactose intolerant.” 

“Why did you suggest milkshakes then?” 

“I still like milkshakes. Oh,” he groaned as he held his gut. “I should really go though, I’ll give you a call later.” 

(This is a fictional desperation story)

Rhys was a performer at the local Renaissance Fair and this year they gone all out, managing to book it on a vast estate of some wealthy history buff who’d recreated a medieval castle, complete with a most and a garden maze. Rhys, a good-looking young man in his twenties with green eyes and blond hair had been tasked with acting as a noble seneschal, greeting guests and introducing other performers. It was easy enough and fun, and he got to wear a cool recreation of a 16th century outfit, old fashion shoes complete with white tights, short black and gold pantaloons and a tight fitting matching doublet with puffy sleeves and a feathered cape. The clothing was tight and hard to get in, and even harder to get out of, but not particularly uncomfortable.

Rhys, thus toon his break in his get-up, slipping into the back of one of the vendors and grabbed for himself a turkey leg. He joined a few other guys in chowing down, before it was time for him to back work.

“Greetings lords and ladies,” said Rhys with bravado as the latest wave of guests arrived. It was the afternoon and the sun was beating down on him, but it was one of the popular times. “Prepare thyself for feats most great and glorious, as ye King’s tournament draw near,” Rhys said, much to the delight of a family as he point to a mom where to find the jousting field. He was directing another guest to the exhibit on dungeon equipment when suddenly Rhys felt a low grumble in his stomach. He wrinkled his nose, confused. He had just eaten, he couldn’t be hungry. In fact he felt really full. Then he stiffened as a cramp struck him.

Rhys let out a low moan as he held his stomach, bending over. BBBRRBBPT! A short hot fart blasted out of Rhys. A guy walking by dressed like a jester laughed at him. Rhys’ face went red. His stomach growled again. He didn’t need to eat, he needed—PPPBRTRRT!—Uh— to expel something. A lot of something. Rhys groaned as his guts twisted and churned beneath the tight fabric of the doublet. God, he needed to take a dump, right this minute!

BBBRRRT! Rhys cradled his stomach, doubling over as another hot fart escaped him. This was loud, booming a it came out. People started to notice the costumed nobleman wasn’t looking quite so noble. But Rhys had just finished his break and he knew his boss would blow a gasket if he took another. BBBRRTNBBBPPPRTT! Oh that was a big one. He should think about anything having to blow! PPrRRT! Not to mention he was suppose to be staying in character

“Greetings lords and—“ Rhys grabbed his stomach again as another cramp struck him like a hammer. It felt like a battering ram of shot had just slammed into his asshole and he wasn’t sure how long he could hold it back. His knees felt wobbly as he bent at the middle, more farts attacks hitting him, each growing louder and louder.

“eEEEW!” Yelled a boy covering his nose and pointing at Rhys. “He’s stinky!”

Bbpprt

PPRTT

BppPPPRT!

Rhys shifted uncomfortably. His stomach roiled he felt bloated and gassy against the tight fit of his doublet, and refusing to budge it press’s into his bubbling guys forcing out a series of farts.

“Oh man,” Rhys muttered, “that turkey leg really isn’t agreeing with me.” He pressed his legs together, but it was no use. He was going to shit, and it was up to him on if that was in a toilet or his pants. “Screw it!” He gasped, and made a mad dash into the fair, bee-lining for the outhouses— Port-A-Potties decorated to look medieval— but was greeted a long line of other desperate fair goers. A line of other men who had eaten the turkey legs were clamoring for a spot, the sound of wet explosions disgustingly loud and clear to Rhys.

GRRearawwallRRL

Rhys whimpered as he held his stomach, shifting again and again in the line. Next to him another man let out a short gasp of relief and began pissing himself right then and there. The sight of the ever growing wet stain on the man’s shorts seem to have a reactionary effect on Rhys’ bladder which suddenly felt twice full.

BBBRRPPPBBBTTSHSWT!

Rhys grabbed his ass through the short pantaloons as another fart burst out of him, turning alarming wet at the end. He clenched his cheeks. “Oh God, there is no way I’m gonna make it!” Rhys groaned as he looked at the outhouses. He need somewhere else to go. He turned, desperately scanning for anything. His eyes focused on the maze. It looked most empty.

Rhys, one hand planted on his round ass and the other pressed between his legs and gripping his crotch ran across the commons and into the maze, stumbling through the many twist and turns, farting with each step. He finally came to a stop in a secluded corner as another cramp hit him and he doubled over.

“fuck it!” Rhys gasped as he resolved to pop a squat in the maze. He looked down at the pantaloons and began to work on the laces that went up the front against the bulge of his pulsing crotch. He moved as fast as he could, but there were so many, and the laces were done so tight. Panic started to set in as he tried to move faster. But the laces wouldn’t budge and the battering ram of hot loose shit was ready to breathe through.

“No! No, no, no, come on!” Rhys begged as he tried in vain to tug down the pantaloons of the white tights as his stomach chained like an angry volcano. “Please— please don’t make me shit myself!” He shook and squirmed, but it was no use as the battering ram of shit slammed against his hole and broke through.

“Aahhh… can’t hold it! AaaaAAHH!” Rhys moaned as a a thick wet turd the size of a soft ball burst through his hole and into his white tights. He gasped as the tights were instantly stained a muddy brown, the stench so thick it made him gag. And it was only the begging. He left out another moan as, the gates broken through, a tidal wave of soft diarrhea poured out of him in an uncontrollable burst into his pantaloons. It quickly filled them, Rhys left doubled over as he lost complete control of his bowls, soiling his costume. As he continued shitting himself , Rhys’ bladder too gave in. His eyes fluttered as he began peeing his pants, flooding the front as a golden waterfall fell over his fingers, frozen where they were still on his laces, streaming down his thigh and legs, mixing with the mudslide going down the back of his tights.

BLABBBBDGFFFBBBFFFFRT!

PLLOPPOPPOKLRRRBBBRRT!

SSPOOSSSLAAT!

Rhys whimpered as his pantaloons were filled, till his ass was swimming in the tidal wave of diarrhea, which came out in explosive blasts that Rhys helpless. The smell was toxic, the raw sewage his body was producing horribly rip as it started to mush up his back and onto his doublet as his guts bubbled and forced out more rancid fart into the growing mess. Rhys fell to his hands and knees, landing the massive puddle of his own shit and piss.

He breathed heavily as the diarrhea pouring out of him slowed. His entire outfit was ruined. His tights soaked, his shoes flooded with still hit urine sewage. He let out a small sob at his embarrassment, though despite it all a part of him was happy to have the release, though his gut still felt funny.

Rhys was finally able to strip out of his soiled clothes, wiping himself off as best he could. He was left entirely in the nude expect for his hat, which he held over his privates as he made his way through the maze. He figured everyone would be watching for the joust, so he could make a quick dash to the employee’s tent and grab his civilian cloths and book it. And he might have made it too.

But just as Rhys was reaching the maze entrance, not a soul in sight, he was hit with a second wave of explosive diarrhea. He let out a sharp, embarrassed gasp as he felt his bowels loose and he froze. Instinctively he grabbed the hat he’d been using to cover himself and placed it beneath him as he squatted. “Oh god, not an Again — UUaghhhAaaAAHH!”

BBBBRRRSSPLLAAATTT!

Rhys moaned loudly, his cheeks red as his ass erupted like a poop volcano beneath him into his hat. He gasped and groaned as wave after wave of explosive diarrhea blasted out of him hot as lava and disgustingly thick, filling the poor unfortunately hat till it was overflowing.

Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. I had a really big breakfast this morning and I think I added a bit too much creamer to my coffee because the whole morning I was feeling absolute bloated. And worse we had a meeting. The entire time was in my chair, trying to look professional but inside I could just feel the heavy weight in my guts, churning. I one hundred percent knew I was going to need to take a shit as soon as possible. And it was going to be messy.

I tried to act calmly as I could once the meeting, which felt like it took forever, finally ended. I grabbed my stuff, set it down at my desk and headed to the toilet. Unfortunately for me it seemed like a lot of the other men had had the same idea. When I first walked in all the stalls were taken. I frowned as I turned around walked back out feeling my gut gurgle in protest. I really needed a bathroom now. I head back to my desk, and proceeded to stake out the bathroom waiting for an opening as I desperately tried to keep my aching bowels in check.

it seemed however like the toilet gods were messing with me. As soon as a man would leave the toilets, another would be right there to take his place, leaving home high and dry. I moaned, but tried to keep it softly to myself. I really needed to fart, but with my stomach aching, I wasn’t sure I could trust it. I didn’t realize too how torturous it would be to take note of the other men getting to release. I noticed one of my co-workers head into the bathroom and stay in there for a good twenty minutes before re-emerging having no doubt taken a great day shit.

I had waited about thirty minutes when finally there was an opening for me, and I speed walked into the bathroom. Inside only one stall was unoccupied, and hurried into it, ready to unleashed. But I stopped myself much to my gurgling stomach and quaking bowels’ anger. There was no toilet paper! It seemed it had been all used up. Fuck! I held my gut and stepped out of the stall. I noticed Jayson, my preppy co-worker in the next stall, his gray pinstriped pants and bright blue briefs around his ankles. He was pushing out a monsterous shit that splattered against the toilet bowl as he grunted. There was no way he was getting up anytime soon.

Ughhh. I had been holding my shit in for so long and I knew that I needed to empty my bowls soon. I had another meeting scheduled and if I didn’t find a toilet to take a shit in, I wasn’t sure I would be able to make it through the meeting without crapping myself. I hurried upstairs to see if that bathroom was free, walking as fast as I could while clenching the hell out of my cheeks. Only to get to the bathroom and find that’s stalls were out of order. I could hear my stomach gurgling and my asshole was pulsing, ready to push my massive load out. I needs to find another bathroom NOW!

I ran out of the men’s and rounded the corner and spotted the Executive’s Bathroom, a private bathroom that is for single use for the higher ups. I hesitated but a bubbling sound and cramp that made me hug my midsection decide for me as I all but ran inside and close tube door, locking it and fumbled with my belt, yanking down my pants and my blue and white briefs to my knees as I mounted that porcelain seat. Instantly I let go and my bowels erupted.

Long soft mushy logs of shit blasted out of me, not quite diarrhea, but definitely a shitload. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I farted into the bowl, the logs crackling as they broke atop one another and filling the bowl. I probably sat there continuously shitting for about five minutes, my bowels and stomach emptying. When I was done I wiped and went to flush the toilet.

Only it didn’t flush. I started to panic, jiggling the handle desperately, trying to get it to do anything, but nothing worked. My massive bubbling soup of sewage had filled the toilet and the toilet wouldn’t flush. I had no cool what to do, and I didn’t want to get in trouble for using the Executive’s Bathroon so I just washed my hands and… uh… left.

The coast was clear in the hall so I just went back about my day, pretending like nothing had happened.

True Story about one of my friends (with added details)

Drew smiled as he took a piece of brownie from the tray that had been set up for the college cultural festival by one of his fellow students. Drew is an average guy, about average height and build, a little on the thin side. He has really thick black curls. He was wearing an orange polo shirt with cream colored pants and a braided belt.

He snacked on the brownie as he listened to the baker explain that it was their first time baking, and they hoped that they turned out great, since they hadn’t followed any recipes or instructions. Drew assured them they were delicious as he finished up the treat, taking another and enjoying it as he headed on to his job, leaving campus.

About a half an hour later, Drew was at work when he felt his stomach churn. He bent at his desk, clutching his abdomen as it felt like his guts had turned into a boiling melting pot. He let out a low groan, then felt his stomach drop and a river of shit drop down his small intestine. Drew squeaked, clenching his ass and putting a hand underneath himself, just barely stoping his bowels from emptying themselves.

Oh fuck Drew thought. I’ve got the shits

“I’ll be right back,” Drew told one of his co-workers as he hustled to the staff bathroom and ran into the first stall.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Drew cursed to himself as he squirmed and desperately undid his belt. He yanked down his pants and his boxers, pooling around his ankles and sat down.

BBBBRBBBPPRRTT! A fat hot fart escape him, but did nothing to elevate the pressure in his gut. Another fart. Then two more PPPRBBFFFTTT! PppRBBRRT!

Drew held his stomach as his asshole opened up and a mushy column of shit blasted out of him onto the toilet. A cascade of muddy diarrhea followed, spraying the porcelain bowl as his bowels evacuated themselves. “Ahhh! Ahh!” Drew moaned as he bent, arms around his stomach as an other shitty eruption left his ass. Diarrhea poured out of him, emptying him out still he was left drenched in sweat.

Drew wiped himself and pulled up his trousers and washed his hands, going back to work.

… to come running back into the bathroom ten minutes later, slamming his ass against the toilet seat just in time as

BBBRRBBPPRT!

SLLESSURPRPPBBRRT!

“oh shit!” Drew called out as a cascade of bubbling diarrhea like a waterfall shot out of his ass. “What the hell is wrong with me—AHH!”

Another wave of diarrhea, thicker than before blasted out of Drew’s ass in an uncontrollable splattering against the soiled water. Squishy chunks of shit shot out rapid fire. Farts like machine guns were squeezed out, rapid fire one after another. He was then suddenly given a reprieve from his diarrhea. Drew’s eyes crossed and he extended his legs as a new thick log of shit hit his hole, stretching it out as it slowly pushed out of him, it was pleasurable and painful at the same time and then another cramp hit his gut and the massive log broke free, morphing from solid back into muddy and then watery diarrhea once again.

Again he was able to clean up and go back to work. And again he was back in the restroom not long after, his ass exploding with diarrhea.

It was Drew’s fourth trip to the restroom when things got dicey. As he entered the bathroom, he saw that the stalls were all occupied. It seemed he wasn’t the only one with an upset stomach. He doubled over as his guys twisted and he forced out a fat wet fart. He winced as it blasted out of him. Oh man, another round of the shits was coming and it was coming fast! He held his stomach, looking around, clenching his ass as he tried to make sure he didn’t shit himself. The stalls were occupied and none of them sounded like they’d be done anytime soon. But his dump was not waiting. The urinal! He winced as another fart boomed out of him PPPBBBPPPPRRRDTTTPT!

“oh man, I’m sorry, I can’t hold, I gotta—“ Drew said exasperated as he fumbled with his belt and rushed to the urinal. He turned around, dropping his trousers and yanking his underwear down around his knees as he bent ass first into the urinal, bracing himself.

PPPOLPPOSSSRRRPPERRT!

Drew gasped, his eyes crossing as a fire hose of diarrhea bursted out of him , arcing through the air and splattered against the back of the urinal. It came out as a relentless torrent of muddy shits, quickly filling the urinal as Drew’s lost complete control over his bowels.