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Like many bottoms, my gay friend George* has a harrowing story about using an enema before anal sex. &#;I had met a guy on Grindr,&#; he said. &#;I get to his place and ring the doorbell. As he opened the door to say hi, I coughed and shat out a load of poo water into my underwear. Loudly. I had to run into his flat, straight to the toilet, and toss my underwear away. It was all down my legs. It killed the mood, needless to declare. And, yes, I left the dirty underwear there.&#;
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harnold
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Hey guys just wanted to share a story and see if anyone had a similar experience. So I was at a wedding over the weekend and I was movin and groovin on the dance floor. I must be getting lactose intolerant these days because the three bowls of cereal i ate that morning started spewing out of my ass and it was a real mess. I finished the electric slide and moved into the bathroom where I determined I'd need to go abode temporarily to change.
indiscriminate_hater
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did a road trip to mississippi from ca, 5 guys crammed in a VW passat. sometime around new mexico i decided to take a couple of sleeping pills with the hope of waking up somewhere in oklahoma.
i couldn't slumber for maybe 2 hours but i finally fell into a doze-like verb, dreaming but still vaguely aware of my surroundings, but thinking about REALLY weird stuff. i eventually dreamed that i was in a comfy bed with a really warm blanket, and that i could just poop if
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did a road trip to mississippi from ca, 5 guys crammed in a VW passat. sometime around new mexico i decided to take a couple of sleeping pills with the hope of waking up somewhere in oklahoma.
i couldn't hibernate for maybe 2 hours but i finally fell into a doze-like verb, dreaming but still vaguely aware of my surroundings, but thinking about REALLY weird stuff. i eventually dreamed that i was in a comfy bed with a really warm blanket, and that i could just poop if i wanted to and all would be right in the world. i squeezed it out and felt such good warmth all down my legs, it made the coziness that much better.
apparently i was doing that IRL as well. my friends made the horrifying discovery as the sound and smell (and temperature of my neighbor's leg) were giveaways. i ended up shitting and it squeezed out over maybe a square foot of skin in the gooch and thigh areas. some truck stop was the new owner of my shit-flooded underwear and shorts. good times