Dad's Business Trip and His Son's Risky Business
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION
A business trip brought me to work in the same town as my 25 year old son, Eric. I work as an independent contractor for an IT firm, and I had been on the road for hours the day I was coming into town. I was gonna stay at his apartment for a night while I worked and we had plans to meet for lunch so he could give me a key. I called Eric to find out where he wanted to meet for lunch, before I headed over to the job site. I met the him at a quaint café in the arts sector, and we talked while we waited for the sandwiches we had ordered to be prepared. I couldn't help but noticed what looked like a damp spot on the front of Eric's Jeans. He was wearing some dark blue jeans and I just wrote it off as the style and the fade of the Jeans. Our sandwiches came and while we were eating, eric told me all about life in his little town. He mentioned how he was loving some quiet time while his boyfriend, Toby, was out of town. The whole time we were having lunch, I couldn't help but notice a faint, earthy, smell. Almost like a sweet, manure-esque smell that you'd notice on a farm. I couldn't quite place it. It was almost as if the smell had been stronger at one point, but mostly washed off, just leaving remnants of the odor before it. I chalked it up to the carpets in the cafe must be a bit musty.
"I've gotta make a phone call, dad."
Said Eric, as he stood up. The damp spot on his Jeans now much clearer as he stood. Made me think that he wasnt drying his clothes for long enough in the dryer
"Ok, Son." I told him as he walked away. "Take your time."
I got another whiff of the earthy smell as Eric left the table. I reached for my wallet as I looked at the check, and calculated the tip. Funny enough. The air smelled fresher and more floral then. Like the musty smell was gone. A few minutes passed and the waiter collected the payment. Eric returned from his phone call. The strange, sweet earthy smell returned as he did. It was my son. Something must be up with the water at his place.
We walked out of the restaurant and he gave me a spare key since I'd be working late. I gave him a hug and said
"Now go home and shower, kid." Just joking around with him. It was so great to see my son again. It had been months until now. He looked a little embarrassed, but said
"Love ya, dad." With a shy giggle.
So I went on to the job site and did my IT work. Setting up new servers for the local TV station so they could have their own private network. Work like that really paid off, and offered many benefits. The first part of the job was complete. I'd left my son at about 3 pm and now it was 11 pm. I hopped in the car and headed to Eric's apartment. I parked in the visitor lot and walked quietly up to his apartment and let myself in as noiselessly as I could. Like any 25 year old, there were a few beer cans strewn here and there. It was quiet and the lights were out, all except for the stove lights. The kid had gone to bed and I wasn't long for it. I couldn't help but notice the same smell from the cafe as I made my way to the toilet for a piss.
As I flipped on the bathroom light, something caught my eye. A grey pair of briefs lying on the floor. They were Eric's, and they were wet in the front, making a dark gray, arch from the fly down into the crotch, surrounded by lighter, dryer material.
Poor kid must've had to many to drink and wet his pants. It happens to everyone. I picked up the underwear and tossed them in the hamper. They had what appeared to be skid Marks in the rear. Maybe it was time to buy my son some new underwear if he was having to scrub out his old ones.
After my piss, I went to sleep in the guest bedroom. I slept great after 8 hours on the job and even more on the road. When I woke up around 7 a.m. my son was still sleeping. I got dressed for work. It was going to be a 10 hour day and I was ready to get it over with. I brushed my teeth and I knocked on Eric's door lightly, peeking inside.
His room smelled pretty foul. Like a bathroom, and Eric was sleeping soundly, half covered under the blankets, his belly down on the bed.
"I'm off to work, son." I said. He grunted in acknowledgment and sleepily stretched out his legs. The blankets on him shifted and that's when I saw it. He was wearing only a pair of orange briefs with white elastic trim, and as the blanket moved it uncovered his bum. There was a solid, brown lump pushing against the fabric between his legs, and clinging to his butt. The elastic trim band was stretched and had been lifted right off his cheeks by the contents inside, and I could see right into the firm mess inside my son's underwear as he slept.
He must have had a really drunken night if he slept that hard, I thought. Judging by the smell of his room, it seemed like he had slept in his mess all night. Poor fella. I didnt want to embarrass him so I shut the door to his stinking room and left him there to sleep that way. It wasnt hurting anyone, and he could clean up when he woke up without shame. He was a good kid. He deserved to rest.
As I got in the car and headed to the jobsite I felt like I was forgetting something. Surely it would come to me as I worked. Whatever it was, I could just pick it up later that night at Eric's before I headed home.
I got to the TV station and started on the full days work of installing cables for the stations new network. It was a thorough, all day task and I welcomed its completion, along with the paycheck I'd be receiving at day's end. As I worked I remembered two things: I had left my wallet at Eric's. It was probably on the nightstand in the guest bedroom. It was lucky because I also realized I still had my son's apartment key. At least I could take care of both of those things in one whack. I guess I was so surprised at finding my son asleep in his soiled underwear that I didnt think to check for my wallet or leave the key. That part had me thinking, too: did my son really get so drunk that he fell asleep and loaded his underwear like that? Stranger things have happened, I figured.
Finally, around 6 pm the IT work at the station was done. I got my check from the station manager and headed to the car. I'd finished early enough to stop by Eric's place and still make it back home by midnight.
I drive for a bit and finally pulled back up at my son's apartment. When I got up there, I knocked on the door, but no one answered. I let myself in. He must have gone out. The place smelled pretty rank now. Maybe my son needed a housekeeper. I left the key on the countertop with a little note and went into the guest bedroom. My wallet was there, on the nightstand by the bed. As I was stuffing it into my back pocket I heard a noise from the other room. It was Eric walking down the hall. he was home after all. I could see him through the guest room door, but he didnt realize I was there.
He was still still wearing those same orange undies with the white trim from this morning. There was a visibly darker orange wet patch now in the front of his undies. Just like the gray briefs I had found on the bathroom floor. He had wet himself again. He kept walking down the hallway and as he passed I could see the brown mass still there in the back of his underwear, hugging his butt. The seat of them had turned dark brown and the edges of his mess were poking out a bit. There were bits of it dried on his legs near his but too. It actually looked like he had been sitting in it. Sitting there in his pissed and loaded briefs. My son had stayed in those filthy underwear all day and not changed. The smell in the apartment was incredibly rich and pungent. I could still see him from the guest bedroom door. He was in the kitchen now, leaning forward against the counter. As he leaned forward, he gave a little grunt and I heard a crackling sound, and I could see the back of his briefs begin to expand. He turned a little bit as his already full briefs were stretching out. I could see the darker layer of old poop getting pushed back by a fresh solid turd just as big as the first one, and a little lighter brown. The stretching stopped for a few seconds, but Eric grunted and the filling continued. A small trickle of pee ran down his legs now and pooled up a little in the floor. There was my 25 year old son, standing there in his kitchen, with shit filled and pissed wet underwear on, and he was loading them up with even more piss and shit. He had been in those filthy orange briefs all day, and now he was making them even dirtier. It felt like an eternity but the whole unloading only took about 25 seconds. I could see the combined masses of poop inside his underwear. Both loads together were about 3 inches thick. Straining the briefs so much that I could see right inside the leg holes into his mess. I was stunned. My son was filthy and didnt seem to care. Did he do this all the time? I took a deep breath, and cleared my throat, stepping back behind the guest room door.
"Eric, I'm here..." I said. Silence.
"Dad?" He queried. I could hear the embarrassment in his voice "J-just a minute..." he said as he trundled down the hallway to his bedroom. The door to the guest bedroom was slightly ajar and I pretended not to watch him pass. I could hear him shuffling in his room. I made my way out to the kitchen. After about thirty seconds of Eric's rifling around in his room, he emerged in the kitchen, wearing a tshirt and gym shorts now, looking sheepish. He stunk like two piles of shit.
" hey, son. I uh... I forgot my wallet so I came back for it."
Eric was beet red. He scratched the hair on the back of his head.
"Ah... o-okay I thought youd gone home already" he said. His face growing more blushed. He coughed a bit.
"What's that smell son?" I asked him, looking right in his eye as if I hadn't just seen him load up his briefs with poop.
"I dont smell anything..." he looked incredibly embarrased. He took a step back.
"I dont know son. It really smells like crap in here. Is there something wrong with your plumbing? It smells like you... ...pooped in your shorts, Eric."
His face turned an even brighter crimson hue. "Come here," I said. "I wanna see something..."
He didnt deny it and he hung his head low.
"I thought youd gone home already..." he said as he shyly walked towards me. When he was about a foot away, shoulders dropping, he looked at me with a face full of chagrin.
"Turn around for me, Eric." I said in a calm voice. He obeyed. I could see a lump bulging out his gym shorts. The smell was stronger now. I gently pulled back the waistband of his shorts and undies. The back of his neck was bright red now from humiliation. I could see it up close now; A massive pile of shit in my 25 year old son's underwear. He had slept in them like that and been using his underwear as his toilet all day. There were brown smears from sitting around in it, caked to his butt cheeks. He stunk to high heaven.
"Oh wow, son. These are really loaded up. I knew it. You pooped in your pants."
"Y-yeah..." he said shamefully. "I... I just couldn't make it."
"You couldn't make it? Looks to me like you did that more than once in there, son. These are really full. Looks like you pooped in these a couple times."
I let go of the waistband and Eric turned around.
"Yeah, I did... Sorry dad... I thought youd gone already."
I could see the wetness of his underwear making a dark patch on the front of his crotch.
"Looks like you've been peeing in your pants too, son... you do this all day? Just go to the bathroom like that in your pants?"
Eric was so embarrassed. I could see that he had a hard on.
"Yeah, dad... I'm so sorry." He said in a half whisper.
I looked at my watch. I needed to hit the road.
"Its really okay, son." I reassured him
"To each their own. The way I see it, you're not hurting anyone. I think you might need diapers though, bud... you planning to sleep in it?"
"Yeah..." he replied. "...I slept in these last night too."
I chuckled. "Well, Eric. I've gotta hit the road. You're full of surprises arent you?" And I gave my stinky 25 year old son, with pants full of shit, a warm hug. "I Love you. Be good."
"Love you too, dad." He said, as I made my way out the door. As I shut the door behind me, I felt a familiar pressure build up at my rear end. This whole day I hadn't sat on the toilet. My curiosity was piqued now and I had to know what this was all about. I relaxed and let a solid, sticky turd fill up my underwear and tent up my Jean's. I got in the car. I felt my poop smash and snuggle up to my crotch, filling the seat of my pants even more. Now I stunk too, just like Eric. I could see why he liked it. This would be an interesting ride home. Hopefully my wife would be asleep when I arrive. Otherwise I'd be in for it.
