Caught with His Pants Down (first fiction)
Brent was sitting in his last class when he felt his stomach lurch. He had been needing a shit for a while, but hated going at school. The toilets were out in the open and no one ever went unless it was an emergency. He clenched his cheeks and waited for the pain to pass, which it did. He knew he wouldn’t have time to go right after class because he had to make up a science test for Mr. Jackson, a young athletically built teacher who Brent had a small crush on.
Brent finished up the test and quickly grabbed his things from his locker before rscing down to the boy’s room. At this point in the day, everyone else had left and most of the lights were now off in the building. He walked into the bathroom and was in luck,it was empty. He chose the 3rd toilet and began unbuckling his belt. As he was about to tske down his jeans, the door swung open and Mr. Jackson walked in.
“Oh hey Brent, I went to change upstairs before I ride my bike home, but the janitor already locked up. Don’t mind me”, Mr. Jackson said as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
Brent sat down on the toilet and his face reddened. No way was he going to blow out the bathroom with his teacher 3 feet away. He sat clenching his cheeks tightly and peed quietly, hoping to relieve some pressure. He kept his head down and watched Mr. Jackson strip down to his underwear. He looked better than Brent thought he would. He was muscualar but not in a bulging way and was very hairy everywhere. He changed into his sweats and to Brent’s horror, he began heading towards the first toilet.
“I might as well go too while I am here”, Mr. Jackson said as he dropped his pants to his ankles. He let out a loud fart and plopped a few times, “I’ve been waiting for that all day”.
At this point, Brent could no longer try to wait it out and he unclenched. Diarrhea began filling the bowl and the room echoed with Brent’s loud shit and gas. Brent quickly clenched again, completely embarrassed that Mr. Jackson had heard him.
“Sounds like you’ve needed to go for a while too. Don’t worry about it, I’ve had my share of the runs”, Mr. Jackson said.
Brent slowly unclenched his cheeks again and some more liquid escaped into the bowl. At the point, Mr. Jackson stood to wipe. Brent watched his dick dance as he dug the toilet paper into his ass. Mr. Jackson finished up and told Brent he hoped he felt better. Brent finished filling the bowl before he too wiped up and headed out.
