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My Best Friend's Beautiful Ass

Wrote this based off a hot anecdote a follower told me forever ago.

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My friend Derek has known about me being gay since we met. I’m happy he never had an issue with it because some straight guys act weird around having a gay friend, let alone also being roommates. Living together, other friends have made jokes about us being like an old married couple. “Plus we never fuck anymore!” He’d say, get everyone to laugh. I’d laugh too, but felt kind of tortured because that kind of talk did turn me on.

He is pretty hot too. Tan skin, long dark brown hair, deep eyes, some stubble. He was thin like me, but more toned because he goes to the gym a lot. His smile makes my heart melt. And sometimes he walks around the apartment in just a towel and I get to see his back, and a faint impression of abs on his front, hair around his belly button trailing downward.

What I love most of all was his ass. I only got to see it in sweatpants or jeans. The way the fabric clung to the curves made me drool. I wanted him so bad, but he says he’s straight, and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship by hitting on him or anything.

I still couldn’t help myself, whenever we went out to bars he would lean against the rail and I’d get to enjoy the view of his big cheeks pushing against his pants. So badly I’d wanted to kiss and sniff his ass, and even more, I’d wanted to taste it.

One night, we’d gotten very drunk at some bar that was also a bit of a dance club. The music was fire and we were dancing in the crowd, numbed from beer and shots. At some point, the DJ spoke over the intercom,

“Alright ladies and gentlemen, it is just after one am, you know what that means!”

“ASS AND TWERK! ASS AND TWERK!”

Derek and I cocked our heads to the side like confused dogs. Ass and Twerk?”

“That’s right, if anyone here thinks they’ve got a fat ass to show off, come up on the stage now. Winner gets a free shot!”

On the stage against the back wall, a few girls that had been dancing walked up, their skirts and dresses tightly hugging their butts. Derek turned to me with wide eyes, wiggled his eyebrows, then rushed forward through the crowd.

“Where are you going?!” I called out. My heart was racing.

People laughed as Derek climbed onto the stage, because he was the only guy in a line of girls. He was in the middle of the line, his face a huge smile, and he’d winked at the crowd a bunch. Girls in the front row were cackling, while guys were catcalling. Derek had his tongue out. My body was shaking.

“Alright, Lady number 1, show us what you got!”

For each person, the DJ played the opening of Big Sean’s song “Dance”, over and over “Ass ass ass ass ass ass,” while the contestant would twerk for the crowd, and the audience would holler and cheer.

Then it was Derek’s turn.

“Alright, the one and only Sir in tonight’s competition, show us…uh, whatever you got,”

Laughter from the crowd. My mouth had gone dry. The ass song came back on, and to the beat, Derek whipped around, yanked his pants down, and bent over, wiggling his hips and showing the bar the back of his tight underwear. Grey boxer briefs barely contained his thick ass as he shook his hips and made his cheeks jiggle. Everyone was screaming. My cock was hard. Drunk girls in the front row were jumping up to slap his ass cheeks. The other girls on stage were clapping. The image burned in my memory. Even in my drunken haze I knew I was going to jerk off to this later.

After the whole row took their turns, the DJ spoke “Alright, lots of great shows here…I think that the best contender was…nope, it is a tie…Lady number 4 and the one and only Sir”

The bar erupted. “Ass off! Ass off!” My heart was going to break out of my chest. What place was this? Derek and I had never heard of an after-dark ass competition.

“Alright alright,” The DJ spoke as the rest of the contestants got off the stage. Only Derek and a short blonde girl stood there, “Now, both of you are tied. In order to crown this night’s Ass Champion, both of you need to step it up. Miss, pull up your skirt. Sir, pull down your underwear…”

The crowd was going crazy now, whooping and laughing. People had their phones out to get pictures. I felt frozen for a moment, but realized what was going to happen. I whipped my phone out and zoomed in on Derek.

Both of them turned around and mooned the audience. The girl was shaking her butt more, but my eyes were glued to Derek’s ass. It was smooth and plump, so thick that I couldn’t see his asshole even though he was bent over. His balls and cock hung from this view, as he’d dropped his underwear completely. I’d seen his bulge before and thought he was big, but I had no idea he was a horse. My mind went blank. My body was trembling. I was on the verge of going deaf from everyone screaming at the bawdiness of it. But I was recording a full 30 seconds of Derek exposing his ass to the crowd.

Finally both of them covered their butts, and the DJ said, “Hmm…very very close but I’m gonna have to be a gentleman and give it to the lady. Congratulations number 4, you are tonight’s Ass Champion!”

Everyone cheered. She bowed, blew kisses, and the bartender came over with her winning shot.

“Honorable shout out to the good Sir, the bravest man ready to show his stuff when no one else did” at least he got claps. Walking back through the crowd to me, he got a few pats on the back and a few girls smacked or pinched at his butt. I was fucking floored. I couldn’t believe what I just saw happened in reality.

“Fuckin lame dude,” He laughed, “She only won cuz she’s a girl,”

“Yeah that’s bullshit,” I gulped, “You should have won, you…” I couldn’t hold back because of all the beer I had earlier, “Your ass is beautiful,”

He burst out laughing, “You think?!”

“Yeah, that was so fucking hot,”

He kept laughing. My cock was hard.

After the bar, we staggered out and took an uber back to our apartment. Derek went to his room while I collapsed onto the couch.

…

The next morning I woke up to his ass. Derek was standing over me, his butt in the same underwear he had on last night, inches from my face, and he wiggled it side to side, and the smell was awesome. A hint of musk from not showering the day before, and sweating in his sleep.

“Wakey wakey” he grinned over his shoulder. “Thought I’d brighten your day with my beautiful ass,”

“W-What?”

“Yeah I remember what you said last night,” his voice was hoarse, “now i’m glad I know I’ve got a secret weapon against you,” He winked again, then walked off to go to the bathroom to shower. He swayed his ass back and forth with each step.

My cock was throbbing from just waking up, and from seeing his ass and remembering what I saw. While he showered, I rushed to my room and watched the video over and over again. The resolution was bad from being far away and filtered through bad lighting but I still got the outline of his ass cheeks, and even his cock and balls underneath, swaying his butt side to side, and turning around with a huge joyful grin at all of the people cheering for his ass.

I came all over my chest and stomach.

…

Since that night, he kept teasing me about what I’d said about his ass. I felt mortified. And I was mad that he was mocking how much I loved his butt knowing he’d never do anything sexual with me.

Finally, the best night of my life happened on his birthday. We’d gone out with a few of our friends to a bar, then after we headed over to their place for more beers and just to chill. We were sitting on their patio, relaxing in the cool night air, chatting and laughing. My face was flushed.

“I gotta cancel my gym membership,” our friend Cole complained, “I never go there,”

“Dude you gotta go,” Derek moaned, “It’s how I stay in shape. Look at this,”

He got up, turned around, lifted his shirt a little, and yanked up his jeans so they would make his butt stand out. My heart skipped a beat.

“Girls go crazy over my glutes. Sam does too,”

I jumped at him mentioning my name. Our friends all went “oooooo”

“Hey,” Derek’s voice slurred a bit from the drinks, “he’s gay, he’s allowed to say it looks good. You think my ass is beautiful right Sam?”

“Sure thing babe,” I laughed, winking.

“Why don’t you kiss it?” He raised his eyebrows, faced his butt toward me and wiggled it a bit.

I thought my stomach was going to turn. He had to know what he was doing to me. Our friends laughed along and changed, “Kiss it! Kiss it! Kiss it!” They clapped. My lips twitched in a smile, but I was overwhelmed by what was happening. Drunk Derek acted like a slut for attention around his ass. I could see in his eyes that he loved it. Or at least loved teasing me about it. Shaking his butt in my face and all my friends clapping for me, my drunk self couldn’t hold back. I leaned forward and pressed my face into his ass, kissing between his cheeks against the fabric that just covered his hole. I felt Derek’s hands grab my head and push me against his ass as he grinded it on my face, laughing deeply, his jeans scratching against my skin. I thought I was going to cum in my pants.

“Derek leave him alone,”

He let go of me. My face was burning red. I couldn’t believe what’d just happened. My underwear felt wet from precum.

“You look shook,” Another friend laughed. We all laughed out loud.

I was beyond shook.

…

On the uber ride back to our apartment, I kept my eyes out of the window watching trees and buildings pass. I was very drunk, but I felt anxious from Derek making me kiss his ass in front of our friends. On the one hand it was humiliating and I didn’t like him teasing me about how I told him his ass was beautiful. On the other hand, this kind of teasing was turning me on. As my mind wandered, I felt him rest his chin on my shoulder and he muttered in my ear,

“You daydreaming about my beautiful ass?” His voice felt so smooth in my ear.

“No!” I was annoyed. I didn’t want the uber driver to hear and judge us. I turned and his eyes were so glassy and warm, he looked at me in a way I’d never seen him look at me before. Like he was hungry.

He smiled. It made me shiver, “I know you are,”

“Quit it,” I gulped.

“Hey when we get back I want you to give me my birthday present,” He leaned back in his seat, his head up and his eyes closed.

Birthday present? I’d already given him a record he wanted earlier. And a shot at the bar. What was he talking about?

We got to the apartment. As I was changing into more comfortable clothes, ready to fall into bed, I heard him call from his room,

“Sammie boy, get in here!”

I wanted to go to sleep, but I rolled my eyes and left my room. When I got to the threshold of his room, I was frozen in place, and my eyes were wide.

He was on all fours on his bed, facing away from me. His head was down, and his clothes were still on, except he’d undid and dropped his jeans a bit so his ass was hanging out, still covered in underwear.

“You said my ass is beautiful,” He looked over his shoulder at me, swayed it slowly, “I want you to kiss it some more. Wish me happy birthday.”

My hands were trembling. His ass got closer as I started walking toward the bed. My cock was growing in my pants. The teasing was because I’d turned him on. And he wanted more.

I fell to my knees and crawled up to the bed, where his ass was looming over me. His feet were still covered in socks, and on my knees my face was at the same level of his big ass. I stared at it for a long time, my entire body was shaking, and I didn’t know what to do.

“C’mon, you know you want it,” He muttered like he was falling asleep.

I licked my lips, gulped, and leaned in. The warmth of his ass was hitting my skin, and getting closer I could smell his musk. I kissed one cheek softly. Then I moved to the other cheek, and kissed it deeper.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he whispered, “Show my ass some looooove,”

I slowly pressed my nose between his cheeks, and my lips felt the indent of his asshole. I kissed deeply, and took in a long, slow sniff. With his cheeks wrapped over each side of my face, the warmth of the fabric and my breath and his stink was overwhelming. His ass had taken over all of my senses, and I moaned into it as he slowly swayed it back and forth, moving my head along with it. I wrapped my arms around his lower back, and pressed my face in deeper. I was in love with his ass. So fucking much. I pushed his cheeks forward so they would squeeze over my head and suffocate me a bit. I smothered myself in his underwear.

“You dirty boy,” he laughed, “I always knew you wanted it.”

I pulled away, and started rubbing my hands over his ass globes, feeling the warmth of his underwear. I saw my saliva had wet the fabric over the crack, which I’d wedged into his ass. My dick was throbbing so hard it almost hurt. I knew I couldn’t back off now. He’d lured me in and wanted a birthday present.

“Happy Birthday,” I whispered to him, and I pulled down his underwear. Like I’d seen at the night of the bar, his smooth ass took up my vision. Only it wasn’t completely smooth. He hadn’t shaved in a week or so maybe, and little hairs were poking out. Drool fell out of my lip. I licked it up and tried to focus. I ran my hands over his smooth ass cheeks, and pulled them apart. Derek seemed to be holding his breath, waiting to feel it.

“Be gentle with me I haven’t done this before,” his voice came out very sober. I nodded even though he wasn’t looking at me, and I leaned in and pressed my lips to his asshole.

“Oh,” he let out a little surprised moan. His hole was so warm, and his cheeks felt sticky against my face. His musk was strong now. Not dirty, but the smell of a sweaty man’s ass at the end of the day. The perfect smell. I poked my tongue through my lips and it met his hole. I licked around it, slowly and wrapped my arms around the small of his back like I was hugging his ass. My face smashed between his cheeks, I licked up and down his crack, putting a lot of attention around his asshole.

He moaned a lot. Quiet at first, also muttering swear words, but soon his hole was relaxing more and he was moaning more.

“Fuck, go up my ass,” He was pushing his hips into me. I did as he asked, and pushed my tongue deeper against his muscles and worked my way up his ass a bit. I moved in and out like I was fucking him with my tongue. He seemed to really like that, because he started laughing.

“That’s so hot dude, girls don’t do this stuff for me,” he gulped, “Don’t stop,”

I made out with his asshole for a long time. I don’t know how long, but my jaw and tongue were getting so sore. I didn’t care though. My face was burning red and my dick was on the edge of exploding. I slowly brought my hand up to touch and play with his balls, which were tight against him. As I rubbed them, massaging him from the inside out, his whole body started trembling. He was moaning like he was in heat.

“I’m gonna fuckin burst,” He panted.

He let me play with his cock. Slowly I rubbed it, feeling the precum at the tip against my fingers, and using that as lube. I licked from his taint up to his hole and back again, going up and down to massage it and make him shake. Doing so, my face was slipping from my saliva and I was rubbing it against his ass crack. Dragging my face up and down his ass was like my own kind of massage. My balls were swollen, and so were his.

Finally, I stopped and told him to move to the side for a bit. He did, and I laid down on the bed, and had him lay over me in a 69 position. I stared up at his throbbing cock.

“Use my mouth like a fuck toy,” I told him.

He was trembling as he lowered his cock toward my lips. I opened my mouth wide, and he slowly lowered his entire body onto me, his cock pushing passed my tongue and deep into my throat. I swallowed it, and he kept going. I started to gag, and gagging against his cock made him moan.

“Oh fuck,” He didn’t even get a change to hump me because my throat muscles were clenching around his cock. My eyes watered form gagging and through the tears I looked up at his tight balls and the mounds of his ass cheeks, wet with my spit. I wrapped my arms around his body and hugged tight. My throat massaged his cock until,

“Oh FUCK” he whimpered.

I felt hot cum shoot down my throat, and I fought against the reflex to gag so I could swallow it. Swallowing rubbed his cock even more, and so my throat was milking his cock. His balls were so tight and I felt like I was draining them. Pump after pump, I choked and gagged and swallowed hard to take it all. He shot so much cum into his throat that his body was shaking. Without touching myself I began to cum too, his chest rubbing against my cock was too much for me to take.

Finally he’d stopped twitching, and he felt like a dead log on top of me, his cock still in my mouth. It was getting smaller and I gently sucked on it, staring at his balls and ass.

“Fuck me dude that was,” he couldn’t say any more.

After dozing off for a moment, he got up and pulled his cock out of my mouth. He didn’t care that my gym shorts were soaking wet from my cum. I told him to get back onto the bed. He laid back down, and I yanked his pants off. I lay behind him between his legs and dove my tongue back into his ass.

After an hour long session of passionately making out with his hole, I realized he’d fallen asleep. I kissed his ass goodnight, and quietly left the room.

In the shower, my entire body was electrified. I replayed the events of the night in my head over and over. My throat was killing me from when he fucked it.

I jerked off twice before finally falling asleep.

…

We didn’t talk about what had happened the next day. It felt kind of awkward between the two of us. I was worried that Derek was too embarrassed. We were both really drunk, and he’d never told me he had a thing for guys before.

That night we were watching TV, but the both of us were on edge. Who would be the first to speak?

Finally, he said, “You know…last night was really….”

My heart paused.

“That was fucking awesome,” He laughed nervously, “I…I didn’t know if you’d do anything with me but, oh my god,” He couldn’t even finish his sentence.

He didn’t need to. I asked, “Do you wanna do it again?”

He blinked, and licked his lips.

We rushed into the bedroom for round two.

7kbuttcheeks2

an old favorite of mine

dandelionsoda

His and Hers (Part One)

omorashi/desperation, femdom, denial

The first thing he’s aware of when he opens his eyes that morning is the fact that he didn’t get to piss before bed last night. The second thing he’s aware of is – he groans a little, feeling his half-hard cock twitch with neediness – the fact that he hasn’t been allowed an orgasm for three weeks.

His dreams have been a parade of hissing taps, rushing waterfalls and, inevitably, locked bathrooms. Toilets in the middle of mazes, or surrounded by crowds of onlookers. Typical surreal dream nonsense that usually preceded waking up with his bladder about to burst. Not to mention a lot of completely different, but even more tempting imagery. Hoses spraying thin shirts and panties, drips gliding down naked skin-

He quickly rolls off the bed and lurches over to the bathroom.

toiletbulges

Man Desperate

So this particualr day i was sitting having a very constipated dump in this public toilet in the park. In this mens room there was only 2 urinals and 1 large stall . I was sitting in the toilet having a dump when this bloke came in. I could see he was walking around in front of the toilet. He coughed to let me know he was there, so i farted in return. 5 mins he was still walking around and was starting to fart.

He then knocked on the door "hey sorry to ask will you be finished soon as i really need the toilet" i replied " i will soon but i still havent finished. "Please try to hurry up" he responded.

A few minutes later though he suddenly knocked on the door, more desperate this time " Please can we swap as im about to have a accident" I farted really loud at this point and i could hear him panicking. I said "Look i cant really leave as i can still feel more to come, but i can let you in quickly to use the toilet but i need to stay here". He hesitated as said "ok thankyou". I shuffled to the door with my jeans and briefs round my ankles, and quickly let him in. He rushed in and quickly pulled his shorts and white briefs down and exploded. He looked up at me standing in the corner and said "Thanks, i was so close" He was grunting and shitting loudly when i felt my stomach gramp. He saw my sudden movement and said "Do you need to sit". I replied "Yes" He stood up and shuffled to one side and let me sit. I had a massive fart and let out loads of logs. He farted and said "please" i stood up feeling empty and let him sit. I started wiping my arse and sticking the paper in the bin in the corner. It took several wipes to clean up. I finished up and said "Hope you feel better" I opened the door and he quickly locked it. I washed my hands, hearing him still blasting the toilet"

imaginedingledongs

Imagine your favourite character masturbating under their desk during class/work because it’s the only way they can stop themself from pissing and they’re not allowed to take a bathroom break for another half hour.

thespectator9us

I can relate to this one.

secretlygross

Okay so I’ve been sleeping with this guy and he’s really incredibly hot, he lives with two roommates and I was at his place the other day. We were just hanging in his room and he got up to go to the bathroom but his roommate was showering. So he just came back and we continued watching the movie we had on on his TV and he started to get up and stretch, pace around (he has a pretty big bedroom), and I started to realise he was really really needing to pee. It made me instantly horny knowing he was desperate and I watched subtly because he kept reaching for his cock through his sweats when he thought I wasn’t looking and tugging it/squeezing it. I eventually asked if he was okay and he admitted he was “bursting to pee” but his roommate was taking forever. 30 mins passed and his roommate was still in the shower, and by now he had sat back down on the bed and I could see him fidgeting with his cock through his pants out the corner of my eye, and jiggling his foot, and I knew he must’ve been desperate. I was secretly really enjoying this but what I did not expect was for him to sit up suddenly and say, “I can’t wait any more, I’m sorry.” He grabbed his empty water bottle from the bedside table that he takes running, popped the lid off, and quickly fumbled his cock out of his pants and over the rim of the bottle… and just started explosively pissing into it. Like the piss just ROCKETED out the tip of his cock and I was in awe. Fortunately he was focusing on making the spray stay in the bottle so he didn’t see me basically be this emoji 😍 the whole time but omg. I was fascinated watching him squeeze and stroke to get out the last few trickles. He said sorry again and that he couldn’t hold it in but I lovedddd watching him having to use a household object to contain his piss (and he must’ve been so desperate bc he filled this bottle almost to the brim and it’s bigggg).

ohhhhgodohgodohgoddd I would not be able to keep my composure 🥵🥵🥵 the poor guy must've been so desperate, trying hard not to piss in front of you and then needing to give in and go 😳 and it makes me wonder if he's had to piss in that bottle before when his roommates were taking up the bathroom 🥴 god ur sooo lucky to have witnessed that 🤤

itsbeenfun-deactivating-deactiv

Omorashi-specific porn studio. The pay is excellent but there's only one single-occupancy bathroom in the back and it's kept locked. Everyone has to drink two liters in the first hour they're there. Then it's off to hair and makeup while your bladder keeps swelling.

There are pay bonuses for every extra half liter you drink. They also measure around the circumference of your lower abdomen before you start drinking and then pay more for every cm your bladder bulges. The extra money is too good to refuse. Everyone pushes themself to their absolute breaking point.

If they're not ready for your scene yet, you have to wait in the greenroom. They're behind schedule and there are quite a few other actors waiting, too. Lots of squirming, tightly-crossed legs, hands shoved into their crotch, little moans of desperation. If you wet yourself before your scene, you get sent home without pay, and it was all for nothing.

If you're lucky, your scene is a quick "squirm a bit and then let go" one. If you're not so lucky, you get tormented in front of the camera. Running water, your scene partner poking and prodding and tickling your aching bladder, full-bladder sex where you're not supposed to explode until the end. Maybe you get to the moment you're supposed to be allowed to let go but they want to shoot the whole beginning again from a different angle. You potty dance like your life depends on it while they rearrange the cameras. You can't leak yet or there will be continuity errors, and then you'll be out of the job.

Filming again, and finally, finally being allowed to go--it starts to gush out and they call "cut." You have to stop the flow immediately, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes from how much it hurts to clench off the stream. They set up a close-up camera between your thighs while you tremble from the effort of keeping it in.

When you really are allowed to let it all out, it's orgasmic. Everything twitches and pulses and lets go. They film you panting and moaning from the release. Then it's a wrap, so you get to clean up, and they hand you a very sizeable paycheck.

But hey: they'll triple it if you come back tomorrow.

itsbeenfun-deactivating-deactiv

Thinking about a finishing/etiquette school for college-age students with a heavy focus on abstinence and self-control. The bedroom doors in the dormitory are locked at 8pm and not opened until 6am to stop you from sneaking out or sneaking lovers in. But that also means that there's no chance to go to the bathroom for 10 hours overnight, and by the time 6:00 comes around, so many students are rushing to the one or two available bathrooms with a bladder that's been filling all night, frantically trying not to potty dance or hold themselves while they wait in line because such undignified acts will be strictly punished.

Waking up in the middle of the night desperate and not being able to do anything about it for hours, squirming in bed, hands shoved between your legs, unable to go back to sleep because you have to go so bad. Knowing things will only get worse if you wet the bed, so you have no choice but to try and hold it. By the time the door is unlocked at 6, your bladder is so heavy and bulging that you can barely walk, every step jostling it and making you clench your muscles as hard as you can against the few drops that are escaping. In such a condition, it takes you longer than usual to make it to the bathroom, and by the time you get there, you're at the very end of the line, ten other people in front of you, some of them just as desperate as you are. Having to stand there and pretend nothing's wrong while anyone who looks at you can see the protruding bulge in your lower abdomen, proof of just how much you're holding inside, tears gathering in your eyes from the struggle of holding back.

Or maybe classes start at 6:30am sharp, no exceptions, so sometimes the couple of people at the back of the line don't even get a chance to go. Having to suck it up and hold it all through the first class, bladder begging to release a night's worth of pee, not even able to focus on the lecture because all you can think about is not humiliating yourself by having it all leak out in front of the whole class. You just have to hope that you'll be able to make it to a bathroom in between your first and second classes, have to hope that other people don't get there first.

There are never enough toilets for the number of students, and the time between classes is short, so some people inevitably don't get the chance and are forced to hold it until the next break. Even worse if you already didn't get a chance last break, and now you're begging the people in front of you in line to have mercy and let you go, knowing there's no chance of you keeping it all in through yet another class period. Maybe somebody is kind and lets you go, but now they have to hold their overfull bladder another two hours. Or maybe no one can afford to skip their turn, and you have no choice, walking to your next class, feeling little leaks escape every step you take. It's a losing battle, and there's no pity no matter how long it's been since you've last been able to go. You're just supposed to hold it.

The most merciful punishment is a sharp caning. Sometimes you're locked in your room starting earlier in the evening for a night or two, forcing you to hold it even longer overnight. Sometimes they make an example of you and make you stand in front of the class while you drink liters of liquids, feeling all the other students' eyes on you as your bladder swells and you tremble, forced to hold it until you inevitably burst and wet yourself right in front of everyone. You can change your clothes, but you're not allowed another bathroom break all day, the rest of what you drank still trickling into your exhausted bladder. Maybe you wet yourself again. Maybe twice more. Everyone making fun of and laughing at you, secretly just relieved it's not them.

itsbeenfun-deactivating-deactiv

scrumjock

Can’t hide that bulge!

poopy1111

Shy Shitter Interrupted

John made his way to the men's room at the office around 10:00 AM. He hated pooping in public, but he had no choice today. His bowels were ready to release the aftermath from last night's pizza.

While he was definitely shy about shitting, John felt lucky that he worked in a small office with only four male employees, so the chances of unwelcome visitors were low.

John entered the restroom, which had only one stall and one urinal. No one else was in there. He covered the seat in toilet paper and pulled his jeans and black boxer-briefs to his knees.

He left out a few quiet farts and a long, skinny log of shit. He knew there was more to come, so he stayed seated and pulled out his phone to scroll on social media.

After a few minutes, he released a small wave of messier shit as quietly as he could. Just then, he heard the door to the restroom open.

"Oh shit," said the familiar voice of his co-worker Mikey when he saw that the stall was occupied. Their desks were next to each other. Mikey was in his earlier thirties and very laid back. He had a short beard and several tattoos. After his initial comment, he stayed silent and stood in the restroom waiting his turn for the stall.

John froze in the stall. He didn't want to make any embarrassing noises while Mikey was in the room, so he found it difficult to unload.

Both men stayed silent for about two minutes before Mikey knocked on the stall door and said, "Hey, man. You think you'll be finished soon? I've really gotta go."

"Yeah, just a minute," John said sheepishly. He knew he'd have a little more shit to release soon, but could wrap it up for now. He started unrolling the toilet paper and wiping his hairy ass.

The clean-up process was long, and Mikey was starting to get impatient. He shifted uncomfortably, waiting his turn as patiently as possible. His poop was beginning to turtlehead, and he knew he couldn't wait much longer. He decided to let out a fart, which thundered throughout the restroom.

"Oh no, dude," Mikey said in a panic. "I don't think I can wait much longer." A sigh of relief of relief followed. Around this time, John finished wiping, flushed, and exited the stall.

"I'm sorry about the wait," said John as he made his way to the sink.

"Too late now!" Mikey said as he ran into the stall. He ripped his pants and underwear to the ground. His green boxer-briefs had a massive log of poop in them.

John headed back to his desk while Mikey cleaned up in the stall. About 15 minutes later, Mikey returned to his desk, his face red with embarrassment. He and John shared a knowing glance and then focused on their work.

The next time John returned to the bathroom to urinate, he noticed Mikey's poop-stained boxer-briefs in the trash can, surrounded by paper towels.

oopsexcuseme

Sometimes, co-workers know all!

humiliationstories124

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ok so i went to a halloween party hosted by a friend of mine in town. i took public transit as i live in the burbs but i dont have a car. i went as a wrestler, and when i was getting dressed i texted my friend the host to ask what underwear to wear under. he insisted i wear nothing under so i reluctantly agreed and showed up in just a blue singlet, shoes, and socks to this party.

it was a gay party and we had all been cooped up from all the covid precautions so it was verrry raunchy hahahah. i drank i think 6 beers. and i made out with a cowboy i didnt know and unfortunately for me got ROCK hard. because i was in the singlet, i couldnt exactly hide it and the lack of underwear made it even more prominent and visible. I got several looks from guys i didnt know as i went over to the corner to get soft. but my friend the host saw me and started talking with me and his eyes kept darting down and i could tell he was looking at my hard on. i should mention this friend and i are really tight. so when he casually reached down and traced the length of my shaft through the singlet with his finger i didnt mind, even though we were in his kitchen and other guys might have seen. i did kinda gasp in surprise and couldnt finish the sentence i was saying. he took that as an invitation to do it again, tracing from tip to balls, and i didnt have time to stop him cause i had drinks in my hands. but when he didn't stop after that i turned away blushing and laughed as I said quit it and he did.

well after a bit i was soft again and was ready to leave and actually kinda left in a hurry. now my journey home was to walk to the metro station, take the metro to the train station, wait for the night train, take the train about 20 minutes, then walk from the train station to my place. door to door about 90 minutes. i should have ubered looking back, but that was pricey cause it was halloween.

now as soon as i stepped outside, the cool air hit me and i had a realization: I needed to pee. i had had like 6 or 7 beers and they had gone straight through me. i considered going back to my friends place but i didnt want to miss the train and i was concerned if i peed some would get on my singlet and nothing would hide the spot since i had no underwear on.

so i walked to the metro station and waited for the metro and took that to the train station. as i was holding on to the standing bar in the metro i started squirming in my wrestling singlet and really considering whether i should go at the station. but i decided to hold it because those bathrooms are gross and the spot issue. If i peed at a urinal and some got on my singlet everyone would see and the train agent might have said something or worse, not let me on the train, which meant I'd have to wait til morning to get home. So i walked off the metro, passed the bathrooms and waited in the boarding area for the train. it was about 15 minutes before boarding, and i was kinda drunk so i was texting my friend to distract me but he was still winding down his party so he didnt respond much.

so when I finally got on the train i was pretty desperate. i got a couple of looks cause my face was contorted with the tension of needing to pee, so i embarrassingly sat toward the back by myself and tried not to grab myself since i was just in my singlet. I didn't want to look like i was touching myself and risk getting arrested or anything, so i was careful to keep my hands above my waist, relying only on my abs and thigh muscles to hold it in. I was squirming for sure, and I kept alternating between sitting and standing every few minutes, crossing my legs and shifting my thighs to help hold it in even as the pounding in my bladder got worse and worse. I was constantly looking out the window, willing the train to speed up, and looking down at my crotch to make sure no pee had escaped. 25 agonizing minutes later i finally got off the train, barely able to walk i had to pee so bad.

So i started walking to my building with all my muscles tensed on not pissing myself and trying not to grab my crotch.

I almost made it, but a little less than 3 blocks from my house, i suddenly heard a cop siren blare on the next street and heard the cop car as it drove away. the sound of the siren made me jump in surprise and...

It happened.

I started pissing in my singlet uncontrollably.

I tried to stop the stream but my muscles down there were so worn out so when i tapered the stream for a few seconds, I couldn't keep that up and the muscles forcibly relaxed and I went completely on myself. I was mortified and so mad at myself and being so close to home but not making it made me feel like a little bitch. I walked the remaining 3 blocks to my apartment in the wet singlet and had to wait around the corner, crouched in my soaked singlet for a minute while a group left so they wouldnt see me before hurrying in.

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thatbastard56

Wayback machine poopeelife archived stories

not sure if anyone here used the site before it shut down, but poopeelife was a massive story/image forum for scat, piss, diapers, messing, and farting. I found out recently you can still use internet archive to find pretty much any story, especially if you know the title. Just go to the Url section and search or scroll. Some of the stories aren't great, but there's a lot of good fiction or irl experiences written in here, feel free to tell me what you find.

Here's one of my favorites, it's a forced face farting session with a dommy girl who eventually messes her panties on the bottoms face and makes him eat it.

I was sitting on the couch with my best friend Ashley. She is smoking hot. Thin body, tight ass and big tits. We were watching tv together.

And here's a poop desperation story (be warned a highlight of this story is a fictional r*pe, do not read if that discomforts you in any way)

tj257

Beyond desperate

tj257

On train and bursting

thatoneguypissing

The Desperate Scout

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God". The Boy Scout said, as he jumped from one leg to the next, before leaning himself against the door, desperately holding his crotch. He has been waiting all day, desperate to use the urinal, yet the bathroom remains locked. The Scoutmaster was using the bathroom, releasing his steamy piss into the small toilet below, the long sighs coming from the bathroom was making the boy even more desperate than he already is. As he waited for the toilet to free up, he thought back to earlier today and wondered how he ended up like this, on the verge of wetting himself outside of the bathroom door.

Earlier in the day he had been drinking a ton of water in addition to the milk and beverages he had earlier in the morning, and he haven’t had a chance to relieve himself of those liquids. The moment the Scout was heading to the bathroom at his home, his father told him they had to leave now so he wouldn’t be late. The boy was getting fairly desperate, but deduced that he can pee at the church, and so he quickly put on his scout uniform and got into his dad’s car as they made their way to the church. Despite the desperate car ride, the boy managed to hold on and hold in his pee. Once he was dropped off, he immediately sprinted to the toilets where unfortunately he was stopped by a plumber who told him that there was a problem in the men’s room and that they were going through some repairs in the plumbing. See in the men’s room, there was only one toilet and one urinal, both the toilet and urinal were small and only one person could use it at a time, as it could be locked like a normal private bathroom. It was the only bathroom within the entire church, not counting the ladies room, which was locked and off limits. The boy grabbed himself again in desperation and said to the plumber that he couldn’t hold it for much longer and told him to try and hurry it up, with the last thing he heard from the plumber as he was making his way to the meeting room the scouts were in was “Well you should have gone earlier.” Something that the Scout knew he should have done and regretted not doing before. He squeezed his crotch one last time to get a better hold of his bladder before he entered the room, the meeting started shortly after.

For the most part, the Scout was too distracted with his hot need to focus on the Scout meeting, no matter how hard he tried paying attention to take his mind of of his bladder. Each time he slipped away from the meeting briefly to see if the bathroom was fixed and free, he was always stopped by the Scoutmaster. He was told to go back and wait until the meeting was over before he can use the toilet. Not that it mattered, considering he found the plumbers still working on bathroom every time. He was led back to the meeting room with the other Scouts in it. He had noticed that while walking, the Scoutmaster briefly tensed up for a moment, sucking in a bit of air through his teeth and grabbing his crotch briefly. The boy didn’t think much of this at the time as he was too busy dealing with his own urine needs. The same problem had ensued with the other Scouts, all of them were in urgent need of a piss, but they couldn’t leave for the meeting was not over and the toilets were still under repair. After a couple hours of waiting and waiting, they were finally released as the meeting ended. All of the scouts quickly ran to the bathroom, except for the desperate scout himself, he was so full of urine inside of his bladder that he could barley move. All he can do was grab his crotch with both hands and strode his way to the toilet. All of the other Scouts got to the bathroom where they found that the bathroom was still under repair, all of the scouts could do nothing but wait and hope that the bathroom will be open soon. All of them immediately formed a line, with some scouts grabbing their crotches, some hunching forward in an effort to contain the pee inside their bladders, but almost all of them expressed their need for a bathroom by moaning, breathing, and praying that they won’t piss themselves in their shorts.

The boy finally got to the bathroom where he saw the long line and immediately moaned in agony, jumping up and down. He desperately needs to to go, but there’s nothing he can do about it. So without any other options to consider, he quickly took his place in line, at the very back. Finally after 15 more minutes of waiting, the bathroom was fixed and the toilet and urinal were back in service. However the plumber wasn’t done yet, deciding to have one last bit of fun with the situation, told the desperate boys that he needs to make sure that the toilet is truly working, and that no one is allowed to come in until he says so. The Desperate Scouts watched and waited in anticipation and desperation as the plumber turned his back to them, facing the toilet, and released a thick stream of urine into the porcelain bowl below him. The Boys groaned as the have to wait even longer than they have to for their sweet relief, the plumber remarked a couple times on how good this felt. Despite the Boys’ desire to push the plumber out of the way and release their own streams into the toilet, they didn’t do anything except continue to watch him, for they feared the plumber might prolong their relief even longer. After an unusually long piss from the plumber, in no small part due to him pinching his penis to artificially make his stream last longer, he grabbed his toolbox and told the scouts warmly that the bathroom was all theirs, and left. The first two boys waiting in line quickly ran into the bathroom, not even bothering to lock the door, and hurriedly pulled their leaking dicks from their shorts and sprayed everywhere before aiming their dicks into the white gleaming bowls. Everyone was simply too desperate for privacy. It was decided beforehand that 2 boys at a time will use the bathroom, as to not only speed-up the line, but also provide double the relief than if only one used it at a time. The Boy meanwhile, was growing and more and more desperate by the minute. The Troop was very large and It was a very long line for the toilet, with him stuck at the very end. He watched as every other boy go in and out of the bathroom, releasing their golden streams into the porcelain bowls and coming out very relieved, with wet spots on their shorts to show the desperation that ensued and the close calls they had to pissing themselves. It was torturous to say the least, and he was growing more and more worried he won’t make it in time. He had to go far worse than any them for much, much longer, it was unfair. However it will soon be his turn and he will get to release his stream into the toilet, he just has to hold on. And so he did, and he waited, and waited, and waited, until he was the only one left, relief was near at last.

That was, until his Scoutmaster came. He was running to the bathroom door with both hands bound to his crotch, very much leaking as the giant stain on his green shorts showed. When he got there, he moaned as he saw the boy in front of him, desperately waiting to use the urinal, doing a pee pee dance as a last ditch effort to hold in the pee. He moaned even more so when he saw through the open door the sight of two boys relieving themselves in the bathroom, who were just about to finish up. The Scoutmaster simply couldn’t hold it anymore, he had been holding it for a very, very long time, longer than the most of the boys beforehand. He thought he could maintain self-control and try to hold it as he had a very strong bladder, however as time went on throughout the day he was losing that self-control and resorted to grabbing himself, before then jumping up and down, and finally doing his own pee pee dance. He also watched as the boys were relieving themselves in the bathroom and just hoped the line was gone by the time it was an emergency. The last time he checked, he saw that the line was gone and thought the bathroom was empty, so he ran towards it not realizing of the boy standing there. And here he is now, he thought he could still hold it as he would let the boy in front go pee first, and then his turn would be next. However his bladder disagreed, it simply could not hold a drop more, and he was peeing himself right now. He asked the boy if he could use the toilet next, and the Boy Scout was about to object when the two boys who were in there, had finished up and zipped up, and left, saying to them that the bathroom is free.

The Scoutmaster quickly took this opportunity and said Thanks quietly to the boy, running in with his hand grabbing and crushing his dick and leaking a trail of piss on the floor. He slammed the door shut and locked it on accident, it was a force of habit as he wanted to let the boy in too. But he was a stickler for privacy, he quickly took his stance in front of the small toilet bowl and unbuttoned his shorts as he aimed his leaking pipe into the toilet. “But I…” is all that the boy could say as his Scoutmaster ran in. He tried to run in too, but he was stopped as the door slammed in his face. He put one hand up on the door trying to stop it from closing but it was already shut. As he tried to open the door, he found that it was locked and so he begin knocking on the door, begging the Scoutmaster to open it’s so he can pee. The Scoutmaster responded by saying he couldn’t as he was already going, while at the same time he was releasing his giant stream of piss into the toilet. The boy moaned as he could only imagine the scene that was going on inside the bathroom. The Scoutmaster’s shorts and small underwear were slid all the way down to his ankles, revealing his nice toned ass, his big thighs and his long legs, which were stanced far apart on both sides of the toilet, were covered by his green wool knee socks. He was holding his cock with both hands, aiming towards the bowl, his head thrown back in the relief, sighing very loudly like he was having a nice cum. On the floor was his trail of piss leading from the door to his stained shorts.

Meanwhile the boy went back to holding himself, leaning against the door, praying he wouldn’t piss himself all over his shorts. And then he felt it, a leak, and a big one at that, he moaned in agony. Oh how he wished he could be in there right now, peeing into the small vacant urinal. But alas, he is here in holding, he could do nothing except hope that he could maintain his full bladder, filled with pee for just a little while longer. His turn will come eventually…

Right?

literarypeerelief

Fantasy 1

Hey, are you there?

What are you doing, my baby? Your hand is playing with your hard cock right.

Tell me the truth. You’re now looking at those photo of sexy men and jerking off hard right.

Oh just imagine, with me. Yeah, I’m rubbing my hard cock now.

Just imagine this. You’re now enjoying the hardness inside your brief, when you hear a knock at the front door.

It’s a guy you don’t know, but he is exactly what turns you on the most. Yes, he’s knocking very hard at your door.

Oh you can see that he’s grabbing his crotch. He is whimpering. He is sweating. He is going to unzip and pee in front of your fence, but your kind neighbors are around. So he keeps knocking. He has nowhere else to go.

Oh. You realise he is some kind of acquaintance. You can remember only one thing. This man loves drinking. A lot. You just don’t know what has happened to him.

Oh he’s heading off to a portaloo somewhere not far from your house, but, because of some kind of events outside, people are queuing. Most of them are desperate. You can see one desperate sexy guy added to a bunch of desperate guys. Your man is on the verge of losing control. He crosses his legs. You can see that beautiful wet spot. Oh. You love it. You rub your hard wet cock now, right?

Oh you just need to pee. It just hits you right now. You head to your toilet, with your hard cock pointing forward. You heard the doorbell ringing with the familiar loud knocking.

With your full bladder, with the toilet in front of you, with the knock on the door, he’s at your mercy now. Oh you can hear him, “hey, please, can I use your toilet? I’m going to leak!”

Oh you’re going to leak too.

You grab your hard cock, open the door, and ….

just do what you want to. Imagine yourself doing it with him. Yeah. Just like that. Yeah, I’m rubbing my cock too. Tell me what you would do with him. Tell me. Yeah. Oh man. Yeah. My cock’s so fucking hard. Oh. I wanna blast this cum, man. Oh. Tell me what you did with your sexy man. Ooh. Yeah, imagine him squirming there in front of your house. Ooh. What’s happening now in your mind? What’s your man doing now? Tell me. Tell me about your fantasy. Ahhh man, my cock is fucking hard and wet. Not yet. Ahh not yet. Tell me.

borisdl

Short story part 3

I was nervous about wearing a diaper in public but my uncle assured me that where we were going hiking we probably wouldn’t see anyone at all.

He told he’d bring some extra diapers. Just in case...

Just in case of what I wondered. On the way out of town he pulled his Jeep Wrangler into the seven eleven and came out with snacks, sodas, and water. As he walked toward the Jeep I felt like you really tell he was wearing a thick diaper but he didn’t seem to care. He just grinned and open a bottle of Coca Cola and gulped it down.

I’m thirsty he said as he opened another and handed me one too. How about you buddy?

I was thirsty and quickly drank my Coke too.

About 30 minutes we drove into the state park. We drove to a remote parking area with no other cars. I was relieved no one would see us.

As we started hiking I had to pee, a moment later it was trickling out in my diaper. I didn’t try to stop it, and soon it was gushing out. I stopped for moment just to make sure it wouldn’t leak and then quickly caught up without saying word.

At that point, the front of my diaper had swelled up like a balloon and was getting heavy. I could also feel myself getting a little excited. I got even more excited when I saw the front of uncle’s sweat pants. It looked like he’d stuffed half a basketball in them.

As we hiked along the trail and started going up a steep hill, I felt some pressure in my guts. Quietly I started farting hoping he wouldn’t notice. Before long I realized I needed to shit.

At first I tried to hold it and then almost without thinking about I could feel it happening. A large semi-firm log pushed its way out. Since I was walking behind my uncle, I was pretty sure he hadn’t noticed and I was too embarrassed to mention it.

Then all of a sudden he stopped walking, turned to me and said, kid I really gotta... and the he bent his knees slightly, strained a little and pushed out a huge load of shit into his diaper. It must have taken two or three minutes from start to finish and the whole time he just had their far off look on his face. Like a toddler as he soiled himself.

When he’d finished pooping, he stood up straight, smiled and said that felt amazing. He said it wasn’t the biggest shit he’d ever taken but damn close to it.

Even outdoors I could I smell it. Funny thing was he wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed. In fact, he seemed proud of himself and he had a very obvious erection. Between his soggy diaper and huge cock the front of his sweatpants now looked like a circus tent. Meanwhile the backside looked heavy and full to capacity.

Shyly I admitted that I had pooped in my diaper a ways back and needed to poop some more.

Dude, he said, do what ya need to do. No shame in that. Soon I found myself in a full toddler squat filling the back of my diaper with two more enormous logs.

As the second one pressed its way out I felt myself cumming at the same time my uncle was obviously masturbating in his own diaper.

At that point I thought he’d recommend a change but instead he said we should head back to the Jeep.

Walking back down the hill in our dirty soaked diapers, he said there was a bathroom close to the parking lot where we could change.

No sooner did we get in the Jeep when a ranger pulled up. Walking toward us he said this parking area was closed and we shouldn’t be there. I could feel my heart racing but my uncle was as nonchalant as could be saying he didn’t see any signs.

When the ranger reached the Jeep, he took a big step backwards grabbing his nose saying, did one of you have an accident? At this point I wanted to die but uncle still smiling said, yes officer, I pooped my pants while we were hiking.

Still holding his nose and looking down at our swollen sweatpants his said, “are you wearing diapers?”

Without any hesitation, my uncle said yes and we were just headed to the rest area to change.

At that point the ranger took his hand away from his face, stepped closer to the Jeep and said, tell you what, why don’t you follow me back to my station where you can have more privacy while you change.

Then he said, “fuck it, I been holding one in all morning and let out a huge fart followed by the cracking sound him full-on shitting his pants. When he finished straining he stood straight up and urinated in his pants. When he was done, he said let’s go get changed boys.

As he waddled back to his SUV, the back of his tan uniform pants looked like a crime scene.

To be continued...

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