Josh arrived at the beach around 7am. Since no one was around he slipped out of jeans and then his briefs before stepping into his wetsuit. He planned to spend the day surfing since the waves looked good. He hit the water and spent the first few hours on his board. Around 11am he decided it was time to grab something to eat.
He spotted a taco truck set up along the beach. He ordered two fish tacos and ate them in seconds. He then decided to order two beef tacos as well. Now content, Josh went back out to the surf. By 2pm his stomach was feeling queasy. He paddled back to shore and hoped the feeling would subside.
After sitting in the sand for a bit, Josh realized that he was going to have hit the facilities, which were all the way down the other end of the beach. He slowly made his way the half mile down to the men’s room, his stomach aching the entire way. When he finally did arrive, his heart sank.
The beach was busy today and the men’s room had a line for the 2 stalls. There were at least 3 guys in front of him waiting. He stood there while his stomach churned, hoping he would be able to hold it long enough to get into a stall.
“Oh fuck”, he mumbled under his breath as a strong cramp hit his lower stomach.
10 minutes passed and only one guy had come out. With two more still ahead of him, Josh was getting worried. He unzipped his wet suit and got it down to his waist, his v line visible along with the start of his bush.
The two ahead of him appeared to be two buddies. They were joking back and forth while they waited. Finally, Josh couldn’t take it anymore.
“Hey bros, is there any way I can go ahead of you? I’m really close to shitting myself”, Josh yelped.
“Sure man, go ahead”, the one dude said motioning him to the front of the line.
“Thanks. You bros are lifesavers”, Josh said as he shuffled to the front.
Now he only had to wait for one of the two stalls to free up. Another cramp hit and Josh had to clench his cheeks together to keep the impending load in. He knocked on each of the stall doors.
“Either of you dudes almost done?! I got an emergency out here”, Josh pleaded with the two occupants.
The one stall came to life with a long unravel of toilet paper. Josh was bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet at this point. His stomach was in excruciating pain and he was close to losing his battle with the shit ready to make its escape.
Finally the one stall door unlocked and out stepped an older guy. Josh quickly moved passed him while tearing down the rest of his wetsuit. He collapsed onto the bowl, not even bothering yo try to secure the stall door.
An avalanche of loose shit flew out of him. He loudly moaned as it costed the inside of the bowl.
“Damn bro! You weren’t kidding about almost shitting yourself. That load was awesome!”, the one dude said as he and his buddy looked on at Josh’s ordeal.
Josh was unable to speak. A second wave quickly hit him and a tidal wave of liquid poured from his ass. At that point he found the strength to close and secure the stall door shut. He sat, trying to somewhat recover. He was now exhausted from trying to hold it in so long.
The stall next to him became available and one of the two bros took a seat. He crackled loudly and farted a few times.
“Shit! It stinks over here. How about a courtesy flush”, he said while knocking on the side of Josh’s stall.
“Sorry about that dude,” Josh replied as he flushed the contents of his stomach away. “I got a wicked case of the runs right now”.
“It’s cool bro”, the guy said as he wiped up. He then exited his stall and his friend took his place.
His friend’s movement was much looser, similar to Josh’s, and he gave a quick courtesy flush as well. Josh’s stall lit up again as another of shit rushed out of him. Something must’ve been wrong with those tacos, he thought to himself.
After another few waves of diarrhea, Josh felt like he could begin the cleanup process. He wiped and wiped and wiped. Finally after what felt like an eternity, the toilet paper came back white after one of the passes between his cheeks. He stood and pulled up his swimsuit while he watched the bowl full of tp circle down the drain.
He exited his stall to a much longer line than when he had arrived. He had taken quite a while in his stall. Josh washed up and made the long walk back to his car. He decided he had enough for today and headed home.
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