Ruben and Angel have been best friends since elementary. They were always together and they knew pretty much everything about each other.
Once they got to high school, it was only natural that they joined the soccer team together, Senior year, they both made varsity team.
"We should get going, we're gonna be late" said Angel.
"Yeah you're right, lets go" said Ruben.
The varsity team had to size their outfits after school today and make sure everything fits and nothing is missing. Ruben and Angel were both in study hall after school to kill time as the team wouldn't meet until 4.
The boys made their way down to the school gym where the team would meet. Walking rather quickly ahead of Ruben, Angel felt a pressure in his stomach that had been there for the last hour or so. He had been farting quietly in study hall to relieve some pressure, and luckily, no one noticed.
"Dude, slow down, it's only 3:45. It takes like 5 minutes tops to get down there, chill" said Ruben.
"I just don't wanna be late, you know how coach is" said Angel.
Ruben and Angel walked into the gym and neither was surprised that only the coach and 2 other team mates had been there.
"I told you. Dude, there's no one's here yet" said Ruben.
"What do you care anyway, it's not like we were doing anything." said Angel.
Angel just wanted to get this over with so he could take a dump in the privacy of his house. He had never really been a fan of pooping in public bathrooms.
They sat on the bleachers and waited for more of the team to show up. Those 15 minutes were agony for Angel. He had been clenching tight and the pressure just kept building.
"Alright everybody, now that everyone is here, line up in order of your jersey number" yelled the coach.
Everybody ran down to the gym floor and assembled in order in front of a table where the coach and his assistant were sitting. Ruben was number 4 and Angel was number 37 meaning he was one of the last. As the assistant handed each team member a bag with their uniforms neatly folded inside, the coach read off from a list of each item in the bag to ensure no one was missing a piece of their uniform. There were 7 pieces in total to this kit and each team member had to dig through their bag and unfold items to make sure everything was there.
Ruben had gotten his complete uniform and stepped off to the side like coach told everyone to. The numbers dragged on and on, 13, 15, 17, 22, 26. Finally, they got to number 33. Elijah, a scrawny white kid who happened to be incredibly agile, was number 33 and halfway down his list, he noticed he was missing his socks and an extra pair of shorts.
"Coach, I'm missing my socks and a pair of shorts" said Elijah.
"Hmm, that's weird. I could have sworn I ordered the right amount, Hold on, let me check the order." said Coach.
"Fuck, are you kidding me?" thought Angel. "Not a single other person was missing anything until the number right before me?"
He watched as Coach took his time unlocking his office door behind the table and shuffled through a stack of papers on his desk. After about 2 minutes, Coach finally walked out and said "Yup, everything is ordered. I'm gonna have to call them. For now, just go stand with everyone else."
Angel was so excited and desperate to be next that he accidentally let out a little fart that was loud enough the person behind him could hear.
"Alright Angel, let's see what we got" said Coach.
He listed off all the items and to Angel's relief, everything checked out and he walked over to Ruben and the rest of the team.
Coach finished with the rest of the team and stood up, "Ok everyone, listen up. We gotta try on the uniforms now, see if they fit right. If anyone is missing anything, try on what you have and stay after. We'll sort it out. The rest of you, if everything fits, you're good to go, see you Thursday for our first practice after school. Don't be late!"
Everyone headed to the locker room. The changing area was enormous and had plenty of space for all the boys.
Unfortunately, there was only 4 toilets. The school was old so the toilets were only seperated by a half wall partition with no doors, meaning even sitting down you could see from the chest up. There was no privacy, you'd have to shit in front of everyone (and a lot of guys there did, they didn't care). And if someone wanted to peek over the partition, it didn't take much effort.
Ruben and Angel found a bench to change on. They had been friends for years but had only ever seen each other shirtless. Ruben noticed Angel was sweating kinda hard and when Angel took off his pants, he could see a sweat mark around his butt crack. Ruben was staring a bit too hard. He has never noticed Angel's ass before and he instictively kept fixating on it. It was perfectly round and hung over Angel's muscular thighs. Angel was those Latinos with black hair and pale skin.
Finally, Ruben caught himself and looked up at Angel's face. "Dude you alright? You've been acting weird since study hall and now you're sweating."said Ruben.
"I'm fine man, I just wanna go home already and take a shower" said Angel.
They both put on their uniforms and went over to the mirror.
"How's the fit?" asked Angel.
Ruben looked him up and down, cleared his throat, and nervously said "yeah man looks good...turn around real quick?" Angel hesitated a bit and thought "why tf..." but turned around awkwardly. Ruben took this opportunity to look at Angel's butt again. He was so embarrassed but couldn't look away and even felt himself getting a little hard.
"Bro what?" said Angel.
"...uh yeah bro, looks good. *AHEM* what about me?" said Ruben.
Angel gave a quick inspection and said "yeah bro, you're good."
Angel felt a sharp pressure and pain in his abdomen but kept his cool. He was sweating more than ever. He knew it was time, there was no way he could withstand the 30 minute drive in stop and go traffic to his house. Most of the team left, there was just maybe 4 boys left.
"Alright bro, I gotta go, see you tomorrow" said Angel.
"Yeah for sure" said Ruben.
Angel didn't wanna shit with Ruben there and he definitely wasn't gonna shit in front of the guys in the locker room so he decided to go to the upstairs bathroom by his locker. He made sure Ruben didn't follow him. After a couple wipes of the toilet seat, he sat down expecting an immediate release. But all the holding in must have pushed his shit back up, so no release came. Yet.
On his way out, Ruben remembered he left a book in his locker so he went up there too. Ruben and Angel's lockers were only about 10 lockers apart. Just as he opened his locker, he also felt a slight pressure in his stomach, nothing compared to what Angel had felt though. He saw the bathroom and thought to himself "I'm already here, might as well shit."
He walked in and noticed someone with a pair of cleats sitting in one of the stalls. Ruben didn't mind shitting with other people. He would have done it in the locker room toilets in front of the team, but he didn't feel like he needed to go then. He had been constipated the last couple days and kept having strong urges to go but each time he sat down he couldn't do more than pee.
"Let's try this again" he thought exhaustedly while sighing and closing the stall door behind him. He sat down and waited and pushed. Nothing. He let out a strong stream of pee which relieved him a little but not much. Rested a little. And then tried pushing again, a small toot managed to escape but nothing else. "God damn it. Guess I'm gonna be in here a while" he thought and pulled out his phone.
Meanwhile, Angel had sat down just a minute before Ruben walked in. "FUCK" he thought, "I can't get away from anyone."
Minutes had passed and both were silent. Ruben pushed and pushed but so far had produced only a tiny nugget of a turd. Angel couldn't hold it anymore. He let loose an airy fart that echoed in the bowl and it transitioned into a series of sharts. Ruben stayed quiet, he felt a sort of second hand embarrassment for the mystery person next to him, but he also thought it was funny. Angel sighed but knew he was nowhere near done. He pushed and felt the veins on his neck pop out. A thick torrent of diarrhea gushed out of his pink-brown hole. Shots of diarrhea rushed out of Angel for the next 10 minutes, and angry farts followed each shot. He hated every second of it. The smell filled the room, it was beefy. "Damn" said Ruben under his breath when it hit his nostrils.
"Why won't this guy leave?!" he thought to himself. Ruben had kept pushing as Angel was suffering next door. As funny as it was to him, he didn't really care. He still had the urge to shit and wasn't gonna stop because someone else was suffering next to him.
Ruben gripped the metal bar in the stall as he pushed. Another nugget of shit fell out of his hairy brown hole, this one slightly larger. It came out as Angel was taking a pause in his diarrhea, so the room was silent as a tiny sploosh was heard. Ruben pushed for a little longer but decided to give up and wipe up. He pulled on the paper and cut off a bunch, He made a wad and reached around to his hole. After he wiped, he checked and saw a clean wad of paper. "Fuckin of course," he thought. As a last ditch effort, he tried pushing one last time.
As Ruben pushed, Angel had neat squares of toilet paper lined up on his thigh. He reached around and could feel the wet shit entangled in his ass hairs. He had to quietly spit on the paper to clean the caked shit off his hole. He had gone through a little over a quarter of a roll just for himself. Finally he stood up and walked out and found himself at the sink next to Ruben. He made eye contact with him but didn't say anything.
Ruben couldn't help but smile as he washed his hands and didn't look up. He wanted to laugh so hard when he realized it was Angel. All his sweating and weird behavior made sense and it was hilarious to him. Angel was mortified and could feel his face getting hot and red.
They both dried up. As they were walking out, Angel said to Ruben angrily "Never fucking talk about this again." At which point Ruben started busting out laughing.
"Bro shut the fuck up" said Angel. And he stormed off. As Angel walked away, Ruben yelled down the hall, "Love you bro!" and kept laughing his ass off. "Fuck off!" yelled Angel. Ruben kept smiling and would laugh every time he thought about it all the way home.
That night, Ruben kept replaying the incident. Angel's body, the sweaty underwear, the noises and smells. It was all new to him. He had thoughts of men all year but never about them taking a dump and never about his best friend.
He couldn't help but get hard and kept touching his bulge. He thought about Angel's body and took off his underwear and started jerking off. He wished he could've smelled his sweaty underwear. He wished they were on his face right now. He wondered how his sweaty hole tasted and smelled. Then he thought about the bathroom. The farts. The diarrhea and the grunts Angel made. "Fuck, he's so cute" he thought to himself. He wondered what his hole looked like, how it must've stretched when he was shitting like that. He replayed the sound the paper made when rubbing on Angel's hairy hole, along with seeing him in tight shorts, and that made him cum.
Ruben felt embarassed to be cumming to his best friend but he kept doing it for the rest of the school year and tried his hardest to go to the bathroom at the same time and place as Angel.
It was a gorgeous late Spring morning, running some errands when my lower gut started sending me a message. Still had errands but could be done with a short detour to mall, the place of my favorite public restroom. My favorite because it almost out of public sight tucked away in the corner of the store’s men’s clothing department. Favorite because it was small with two toilet stalls, two urinals, never busy and dead quiet, the latter important for exercising my proclivities of enjoying the sound and smell created by a man on the toilet in animal mode having a movement.
Well, forget “never busy.” I entered to find both stalls in use and a guy waiting. I moved up beside him and started banter about the fine weather. Very personable and masculine attractiveness, 30ish. As I’m wont to do, checking out his butt nicely wrapped in faded Levi’s, rear seat seam disappearing into his ass cleft. It didn’t take long to pick up on the aroma of sweat his body was giving off. He was wearing an ID card, probably a worker in the mall. The gents in the stalls were not vacating. I could tell this man was getting uncomfortable shifting weight from one leg to the other. He walked over to one of the urinals, unzipped, started a stream of piss but there was another sound. He was releasing some gut gas into the seat of those Levi’s. Finished, he came back to wait and brought the aroma of that fart with him. Clearly the smell of a man ready to have a bowel movement and soon.
Finally, one of the stall occupants flushed and left. My newfound “friend” quickly entered, closing the stall door behind him. I moved as close to the stall as possible without being seen. He unbuckled belt, unzipped and dropped the Levi’s to his ankles. What? No underwear? The sniffing value of those Levi’s just went up a notch. As soon as he sat down, the clear sounds of a slow hissing gut gas release into the toilet and a moist movement crackling out of his ass hole. Nice plop. A few grunts, the second movement crackled its way plopping into the toilet with a short fart. In a couple of seconds, a robust fart echoed in the room, another push and crackle of a third movement emerging. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper, wiped once. Fixed his pants. Leaving the stall he winked and said “have fun.” I hope he enjoyed his bowel movement as much as I did!
I entered the stall. His musky body and fresh shit aroma still hung deliciously in the stall. The toilet was not flushed. There were his three dark brown well shaped movements in the bottom of the toilet, one partially covered with shit-stained toilet paper. Now I think I know why he said “have fun.” I decided to sit on the toilet and have a movement right on top of his.. Got up, didn’t wipe or flush that aromatic toilet full of shit and left.
I hoped the guy who stayed in the one stall enjoyed the sounds and smells of two men in full animal mode.
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