Mason's Accident
Mason was at the mall with his friend Matt. His morning coffee was starting to hit, and he felt the urge to poop.
"Hey, man," said Mason. "I'm gonna go use the restroom."
"Cool," said Matt. "I'll wait outside."
"You can keep browsing if you want. I might be a little while."
"Sweet. Text me when you're done, and I'll let you know what store I'm in. Take your time."
"Thanks, man," said Mason. He headed toward the closest restroom. When he entered, he discovered that both stalls were full with a line of two guys waiting.
Damn. Mason knew he couldn't wait too long, but he remembered that there was another restroom on the second floor. He headed up the escalator, clenching as tight as he could as his need to poop grew in urgency.
When he reached the second floor restroom, one of the two stalls was empty. He now desperately needed to go.
He rushed into the stall and lost control just before he pulled down his pants. A mess of diarrhea filled his black boxer-briefs. He groaned with embarrassment and pulled down his pants to inspect the damage.
His soiled underwear reeked and was too messy to be salvaged, but his pants were okay. He slowly removed his shoes, pants, and underwear, doing his best to avoid any further mess.
He sat on the toilet to release a little more diarrhea. His ass was covered in poop. While Mason continued pooping, the man in the other stall wiped and exited the bathroom.
When he was alone, he called Matt.
"Hey, man," Matt answered. "What's up?"
"Dude, this is super embarrassing, but can you buy some underwear and wet wipes and bring them to the 2nd floor bathroom? I'll pay you back," said Mason.
"Did you shit your pants?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
"Okay. I'll be there soon. What type of underwear do you want?"
"Boxer-briefs or briefs. It really doesn't matter."
"Cool, man. I'll be there soon."
"Thanks. I owe you big-time, man."
They ended their call, and Mason sat in the stall, doing his best to clean up using the mall's one-ply toilet paper while he waited for Matt.
He was embarrassed, but at least his boyfriend Devin wasn't with him. He'd rather have a platonic friend help him with this situation.
After a few minutes, the restroom door opened. "Mason?" Matt called.
"Thanks so much, dude," said Mason. He cracked open his stall door, and Matt handed him a pair of boxer-briefs and a pack of wet wipes.
"Damn, you really had to go," said Matt. "Take your time cleaning up. I'll give you some privacy while you finish. Text me when you're done so I can let you know what store to meet me in."
"Thanks," said Mason.
Matt exited the restroom. Mason took another 10 minutes to get his ass clean. He finally put on his new pair of boxer-briefs, pants, and shoes.
He slowly checked outside the stall to make sure the coast was clear before exiting with his soiled underwear. He threw them in the trash can and washed his hands for an eternity before leaving the restroom.














