SonicBloom
02-10-2007, 06:43 AM
When I was younger, I think 14, I was in my first period class in high school. I realized, in that class, that I really needed to take a dump. I really hate using publim restrooms though, seriously makes me want to vomit. You never know what has happened to that toilet before you got there. So I held it in. I lasted the entire day, really had to go. When I went home from school, I got dropped off at a friends house, and commensed :rastasmoke: . I forgot all about taking that dump.
The next day, I was in first period again. I'll be damned if I didn't feel that dump brewin' up in the deepest trenches of my anus again. Damn. Could I make it another entire day with out dropping this grosse scheisse???
It was killing my at both break and lunch. Seriously, the rectal pressue was immense, but I was gonna hold it! I could do it. Wouldn't you know, I had a math test that day too, in fifth period. I failed it. A few hours later, about ten minutes into seventh period, this bad boy was coming out whether I liked it or not. The teacher was giving a lecture on the 'Robber Barons' or something like that, but I stood up sharply, raised my hand into the air and cried, "I have to go to the bathroom!"
The teacher was baffled, and being a timmid man, allowed me permission. I bolted out of the room, and down the halls to the closest restroom. FUCK! It's locked! Oh my God, I ran to the next one. Locked too! DAMN IT! My only hope was the trailer bathroom in the parking lot. I ran my ass off, it was all the way on the other side of the school. As I ran up the ramp, I started unbuckling, and dropped my trousers. Diarrhea literally started spewing out the moment my rear got a little air. I couldn't care, I had to make it into the stall. When I got to the toilet, and started to sit, a power explosion of butt mud bursted out of me. It was every where, on the floors, the walls, the toilet, but I finally got some relief.
I was just about to relax and starting cleaning up, when I heard someone walking up the ramp. I was ridiculously scared, they'd surely see the diarrhea trail, leading to the stall with me in it. Damn my luck. I tried to throw toilet paper on top of the doo doo, to hide, but the soggy shit soaked into the thin paper. Basically just making it even more disgusting. No one ever came in, and I was relieved, cleaned up quickly and boned the fuck out. The weirdest thing is, I check really hard, and never found any diarrhea on my cloths. It was everywhere else, I guess someone's just looking out for me.
The next day, I was in first period again. I'll be damned if I didn't feel that dump brewin' up in the deepest trenches of my anus again. Damn. Could I make it another entire day with out dropping this grosse scheisse???
It was killing my at both break and lunch. Seriously, the rectal pressue was immense, but I was gonna hold it! I could do it. Wouldn't you know, I had a math test that day too, in fifth period. I failed it. A few hours later, about ten minutes into seventh period, this bad boy was coming out whether I liked it or not. The teacher was giving a lecture on the 'Robber Barons' or something like that, but I stood up sharply, raised my hand into the air and cried, "I have to go to the bathroom!"
The teacher was baffled, and being a timmid man, allowed me permission. I bolted out of the room, and down the halls to the closest restroom. FUCK! It's locked! Oh my God, I ran to the next one. Locked too! DAMN IT! My only hope was the trailer bathroom in the parking lot. I ran my ass off, it was all the way on the other side of the school. As I ran up the ramp, I started unbuckling, and dropped my trousers. Diarrhea literally started spewing out the moment my rear got a little air. I couldn't care, I had to make it into the stall. When I got to the toilet, and started to sit, a power explosion of butt mud bursted out of me. It was every where, on the floors, the walls, the toilet, but I finally got some relief.
I was just about to relax and starting cleaning up, when I heard someone walking up the ramp. I was ridiculously scared, they'd surely see the diarrhea trail, leading to the stall with me in it. Damn my luck. I tried to throw toilet paper on top of the doo doo, to hide, but the soggy shit soaked into the thin paper. Basically just making it even more disgusting. No one ever came in, and I was relieved, cleaned up quickly and boned the fuck out. The weirdest thing is, I check really hard, and never found any diarrhea on my cloths. It was everywhere else, I guess someone's just looking out for me.