*Note: this work is entirely fictional, although I wish it would happen*
A number of years back I used to visit a local gym, carefully selected for it's clientel consisting primarily of attractive younger men interested in sculpting their bodies. Since I was teenager, among the number of fetishes I've developed, the three most prominent and guaranteed to get me from flaccid to climax in the shortest time was a buffed, bodybuilder-type guy wearing flipflops/sandals sitting on the toilet having a bowel movement. I'd always imagine (still do) that said guy's defecation was immense in size and odor owing to their intesne physique. This place I had found had no disappointed in the first part of the equation, but SO FAR had been lacking in the latter two. Well my usually terrible luck changed one eventful evening: my eyes acquired quite the specimen, he was somewhere in his early thirties, possibly late twenties but I've never been great with guess age. He was about 5'11, incredibly muscular, possessing a wonderful olive/mocha skin tone (one of his parents was Latin-American, I'd guess), and long black hair tied in a somewhat bushy pointail that draped to the middle of his back. He had a pretty face, high cheekbones, small dark brown eyes, he looked younger than he probably was. I saw him in transit between the locker area and the toilet area, wearing nothing but tight, kinda skimpy white briefs that accenuated very ample endowments both front and rear. Genetics had blessed him a very large dick that looked uncomfortably stuffed into the front of his underwear atop would could be surmised to be large nuts as well. His ass provided ample evidence of not being afraid of the squat rack (that and those good genes too), it was large and round, trying both to swallow the briefs into a deep natal cleft and escape out their abbreviated sides as it swung to and fro. Moving further south further stoked my erection as he had near perfect feet in black flipflops which had a thin black y-thong, slapping his feet as he rounded the corner into the block of toilets, some kind of magazine/newsletter in his right hand, his left holding his chiseled, perfect abs. I had been slowly, non-chalatantly trying to follow him to the toilet area, which consisted of two bowls, each with a white-powder board stall surrounding them, the floor covered with an odd greyish carpet-like material, absorbant and somewhat stained in areas. I had been taking my time as to not spook my man-crush, but right after I saw him round the corner, the silent fart he had dropped en route went slamming up nostrils like a freight train. Wow. This was bad, pungent, eggy, and decidedly rotten with a mean hang-time to it. My palms started sweating, my dick felt like it was about to rupture if it got any harder, in my head I knew everything was coming together, all the times I had heard and smelled farts only to enthusiatically round the corner and see a guy standing and pissing that had caused such frustration were paying off, then I heard a stall SLAM shut. I gave it a three count, during which time I heard a couple of exasperated grunts before hearing a loud clattering, the sweet sound a toilet seat makes a well muscled young man drops his weight upon it. I rounded the corner. The amount of blood now rushing to my genitals and not my head caused a slight dizzy sensation: under the stall divider (which were nice and high, something I had checked before committing to this place) I saw a pair of beautiful tan feet spread apart just so, wearing those thin black thong sandals, his tight briefs now contrasting his lovely skin at his ankles and feet. His toes wriggled slightly and I nearly came, followed by him grunting something under his breath. The muscles in his calves tensed and I heard his reading material shuffling, followed by BRRRRRAPPPFFFF as he let out pre-game gas. It had more of that same rotten smell to it, although now I could hear it as it was amplified by the toilet that his lovely physique look just a bit too small for him. "Huuggghhmmph," FFFFRAAAAPPP I heard as his straining got more intense and focused, I now being partially seated so I could look (at a distant) up under the stall divider. Between his large, well-toned thighs I could see his massive dick, somewhat hanging in front of the bowl, probably a good eleven inches or so in length, fat as a soda can in girth. "Hhheerrrggghhahh" he groaned, his toes tensing and gripping the soles of his flipflops, his legs flexing and rippling. I adjusted my angle, the front of my own underwear coated in pre-ejaculate, just in time for another FFFLLLRRRAPPPTT echoed in the world's luckiest toilet. I could see more of him now, his arms and chest tensing and growing moist with sweat as he strained for gastrointestinal relief, for now only dropping more noxious gas. He got up on his beautiful toes, still gripping his sandals slightly, for leverage I suppose still grunting, although his recent foul fart tapered into a wierd muffled sound. I shifted my own position, still aroused as I could get, and took out a small mirror I keep for my perverted viewings, and daringly angled it between the divider and the wall, the gap just wide enough so that I could see his perfect ass and thighs, hanging over the sides of the toilet seat, just in time for him to lean slightly forward and groan loudly. What I saw made me come right there: his anus stretched to the diameter of a soda-can, attempting to birth a massive, dark turd spotted with corn. I couldn't believe how fat this log was, no wonder this adonis was struggling to pass it. The smell was getting worse too, more concentrated now than ever, and he curled up his toes again, lifting and slamming himself on toilet, the sweat glistening on his pefect muscular body. "Ggehhh, hheerrrraaaaaggghh" he screamed, stomping his right foot several times, I fell back abit, startled by his sudden aggression. I returned the mirror to its viewing spot just in time: the turd was slowly pushing its way free, forcing his beautiful buttcheeks apart and streaking them something fierce; although now it had grown in girth from the width of a soda can to the diameter of an American football. It was dark and moist, glistening in the newfound light still pockmarked with corn as it began it's crackling decent into a new watery home. "HHHUURRGGHH. . . . OHHHHH" he grunted then moaned as he tore the magazine in half, pages flying each direction as he rolled his feet back onto his heels, his toes pointing skyward as his creation's exit hastened significantly. Inches turned into a foot in length and then surpassed it as the corn filled behemoth, it was dragging slightly on the the back of the toilet seat, causing a wide brown streak to form. As I repositioned myself, I saw something else that restored my erection, in addition to the grunting and greasy crackling of his massive feces: his massive dick was standing straight up, hard as mine, glistening with sweat and pre-come. His gargantuan turd was stimulating his prostate enough to turn him on! "Mmmmahhh, OHHH" he sighed then moaned as I looked up a bit more, getting closer to see his nostrils flaring and his face bearing the combined look of relief and effort as the sick crackling noise continued, his feet pointed in towards each other and his toes wriggled again as I came a second time in my pants. It finally sounded like a dropped the end of his rectal python into the now clogged toilet, it probably being around a yard or so in length. He let a long, breathy sigh, but his face from what I could see told me something was awry: he got up on his toes again as I heard a gurgling noise and he moaned "oohhh, oh no!" A sloppy, mushy sounding fart blasted out of his shitty covered ass followed immediately by a long nasty shit explosion. Imagine the sound of a garabe bag filled with wet dog food hitting the sidewalk, was what I heard as he farted out a torrent of loose, muddy shit into the already full toilet. His toes wiggled and I came a third time as the nasty, rank mud flooded the toilet, him letting out a couple of high-pitched yelps before leaning slightly left, causing some shit to spray over the side of the seat and down the bowl. The mud-blast slowed to what sounded like someone hurling rotten tomatoes into an empty swimming pool, as he stamped his feet a final time, I noticed muddy shit pouring out the sides of the toilet from between the toilet itself and the seat. As for the smell, well during this beauty's defecation it had escalated from horrible to nauseating, to final resting at causing my eyes to water and me to (audibly) gag a bit, the heat and raunch of several pounds of feces hanging in my sinuses causing me to slightly taste, which caused the gagging. Finally, with muddy shit puddling up on the floor to the sides and back of his throne, my tan adonis appeared to finally be done pooping. He smiled now, and was rubbing his thick, footlong excitement gingerly with one hand while rubbing his stomach with the other. His toes wriggled slightly as he repositioned his feet, leaning back slightly as he was now jerking off in earnest. His fingers didn't make it all the way around his cock, and now I was aroused again, I rubbed my penis through the front of my come-drenched shorts to this magnificent site. "Oh, oh, oh FFFUUUCCKK!" he yelped has he jerked his massive brown cock to an equal massive orgasm: long thick ropes of come launched from the fat tip, slamming into the stall door, one, two, three, four. . .I stopped counting as I came again, admittedly nowhere near as much (even my first of this viewing paled in comparison). After probably six or seven blasts, his ejaculate slowed to a copius dribble, he leaned back on the toilet, relieved and satisfied. Overpowered by the experience, I found myself unable to get up from my prone position. I was totally sure I was sexually satiated, unable to rise to the occasion even if I wanted to. Then his sandaled feet shifted again, he leaned far forward and look straight at me, causing me to freeze and tense up with fear. I was caught, or so I thought. "Soooo, you're gonna help me clean up, right?!" he said as grinned slightly. And just like that, I was hard again!
The End
**Please forgive any mispellings or grammatical errors contained with, this was a spur of the moment deal and I don't have time now to proof it. If I get a positive reponse I might compose more tales of lurid, voyeuristic filth. And again, this is all fiction**
