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  • — Sex Confessions —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 51

    eMy worst nightmare. I got a job in theater, not a job anyone hears about I am a carpenter and my work setting up and tearing down the large sets on stage. I took the job because it pays union wages and the work is demanding but not hard.

    The Director turned out to be a man with a nose for detail, the most minor thing got him going. I kept thinking to myself, how would anyone sitting in a dark theatre notice. But I learned to pay attention to the little things and skip the big things. Either way he found ways to make my life miserable.

    I went to the restroom and I was minding my own business at one of the two urinals and the Director himself came it and stood there. He looked at me and asked why I 'kept it' to myself. Not understanding what he meant, he nodded his head and looked over the edge of the urinal looking down. The next command was to take my hands off and he pushed my shoulder so that I had to step back. His hand was lightning fast and he took my cock in his hand and bent over and gave me a long suck. When he came back up he offered me his cock and said that I was mean to him because I didn't share. We stood there for a long minute with his hand grabbing my cock and with his cock out in the open.

    From then on he bothered me continuously, asking me to help him with jobs that weren't part of the union agreement for carpenters, leaning against me telling me that he was unhappy because I didn't pay attention to him. He told me lots of time that he had tasted the forbidden fruit and he could only dream of it because I kept it to myself. He sent me a handwritten note asking me to join him for dinner at his apartment on Monday night at 7:30 sharp. He was going to cook for me.

    On Monday he called me and told me not to be late. His apartment was decorated, with things everywhere, soft large chairs, and he had set a table with fine china and a bottle of wine. He told me that he had a secret for dessert but he wouldn't tell me until later. He wanted to talk about himself, how he grew up, how hard it was being the only gay kid in school, his first relationships broke his heart because he was used, that he had stumbled into theater arts as an elective and now here he was the Director of the theatre and I was there with him. I told him about playing baseball, about hunting and fishing, about going into the Army, about working in construction, about being married and divorced twice, about chasing pussy.

    He got up from his chair and came over to the couch where I was sitting and said that is why I was there, sometimes a boy needed the weathered hands of a man. I told him I was there because he had pretty much made it clear that I needed to be there and he agreed, yes that was his privilege as the Director, to call the scenes and choose the actors. His time went off and he served a casserole dinner, a hearty meal, I was expecting something like a salad with fruit and nuts. He told me he was cooking for me. At dinner he put his hand on mine a hundred times, he talked about how hard it was to fall in love and then wanting so hard to be loved too.

    Desert came in the form of an invitation, a hand written note asking me to follow him and he led me to the bedroom. He said he knew I was a man but he also knew that I had never tried making love with a boy and once I made love to him I would kick myself for having wasted my time looking for a woman when all along I wasn't going to be satisfied without a boy in my life.

    He wasn't a boy, he was 37 years old, but he was very slight and he undressed and each layer he took off showed a more feminine undergarments, pink panties and a strip of pink ribbon across his chest. He lay back on his turned down bed and called me over to make love to him. He grabbed himself in his pink panties telling me to come over and kiss him, I was standing in front of the bed with a raging boner, he slipped his panties down a bit exposing the rosy bulb of his penis, he sent me an air kiss asking again for me to make love to him. I stood there and he got up and came over and got my pants and said he wasn't there to just look at, he grabbed hard on my boner and pulled me over to him and as he sat on the bed he got my pants undone and my boner in his mouth.

    He undressed me, got my pants and shorts off, kissed my chest and face and got my shirt and undershirt off, he sucked my boner some more and asked me take off his panties, to take them off softly and slowly and to give him a hundred kisses on his boy thing, to suck him and make him feel good. He took off the ribbon covering his nipples and laid back on the bed with his arms out so that I would get on top of him. He told me he had already taken care of things and I was going to find him hot and tight, better than any pussy I could have ever had.

    Fucking him softly didn't work, I had to fuck him hard, he wanted me to stand up at the end of the bed and fuck him so he could look at me and twist his nipples with his fingers. His boy thing flopping in the rhythm I fucked him until I gave him my load. After I lay down to recover he went and got some hot towels and gently washed me and sucked me and asked that I suck him he wanted to cum too he hoped I would enjoy it if he came in my mouth, he would let me know when so that I could hold my mouth tight around him and give him a hot tight place in which to cum.

    I thought I would be disgusted but I wasn't. I sucked him and took his load, for a little man he put out a lot. He had me take him to buy panties and thin colorful socks, he had me take him to dinner at the little French places, and he went with me to each Chicken Fried Stake. He liked to have a manicure and pedicure which was done at his apartment and I had to suffer through some queer holding my hand. He was enthusiastic and we made Mondays the night I went over and he fixed me dinner and we went back into the bedroom for desert. I am still not sure how I developed a desire for this, his naked boy thing, his panties and his red lips. His open legs and hot tight man hole.

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  • — Anything Goes —
    Gay Male / 49

    As kids we grew up in Toronto. My parents weren't rich, but they were well enough off that we had a lake cabin for the summers. In late spring we went up with our father to get the place in order for the summer. Once school was out we went up with our mother and spent the summer at the cabin, my father came up every other weekend. It was a glorious time, lots of good memories.

    Right around the time I turned thirteen a family bought the cabin next door. I say next door but really it was about a half a mile away. They had a couple of boys and we soon found ourselves spending time together. The older boy was sullen, withdrawn but he paid attention to me and whenever he was sent to do something he had me tag along. The afternoon when he had me suck him the first time we were in the boat house. He had to pee and he got his dick out and stood there beside me and peed into the lake from the slip. He asked me to pee, I took out my little dick and peed. After I peed he took my dick in his hand and asked me if I liked that. He told me to hold his dick and to jerk him. He jerked me too and we both got erections. He pulled my swim trunks down to my ankles and had me kick them off and got behind me and humped me and asked me if I liked that, because I was never going to find something better than that. He poked up into my ass and pushed against me butt hole.

    He then got his swim trunks off and bent over the container that held the boat cushions and asked me to poke him with my dick. While I poked he jerked himself, asking me to poke hard, harder and I got passed and he said to poke it all the way in. More he said, more and more. I ejaculated, I came inside of him, and I pulled out my dick, it came out and it was sensitive. He had not been able to jerk himself off and asked me to jerk him and suck him, but to do it hard and fast. After a minute he ejaculated I tasted my first cum. He told me would do it again, only the next time he was going to fuck me.

    We spent a lot of time together. We found this secluded place and would lay there and jerk our dicks. He liked being sucked and jerked and I sucked and jerked. From the very beginning I liked the taste of his cum, I ate it all, off my face, off his pants, off his dick. We fucked out there, he was right, I liked it, I liked getting fucked more than I liked fucking him, but he liked getting fucked so we did both. And we jerked and sucked off each other.

    The summer went fast and soon we all left and went back to school, the winter and growing up. We saw each other during the summer, no one ever found our place, we got naked and had great sex. He brought along some cream from his mother's makeup kit and we buried it and left it out there. It made fucking that much easier. I didn't fear his dick, I loved his dick, I loved jerking him off and getting my mouth and face up close. We peed together, crossing streams, and I started to let him pee in my mouth. At first it was take it a little bit, but I went ahead and got down on my hands and knees and he paid straight into my mouth. I swallowed what I could and the rest just poured out of my mouth onto the ground or down my chin and chest.

    We grew up and he went off to work for the summers and couldn't get together. I stared working a summer job and the days of getting together at the lake became a memory. I had a job delivering packages for a while and I met a banker who liked me and that is how I broke into the gay scene in Toronto. He took me, I was his boyfriend. I got a full time job at another bank on his recommendation and I moved out and lived with a couple of other boyfriends. It was the life. The parties, the good times. Everything as underground. I heard about boyfriends getting together for sex parties, but I also heard of all the breakups and fights. I stayed out of that, and it was good that I stayed out of that, you wanted to be sure of your partner. My banker partner also kept himself away from others and we stayed clean and didn't mess around. Not thinking about it, but I stayed with that one man for over thirty years.

    I have a lover now, a boyfriend that I look after, a guy who grew up in the nineties, I tell him about the times in the sixties when I was a new teen and my times at the lake. He disbelieves me, that we fucked all those years through our teens. I tell him about all the wild parties of the seventies and having to stay underground. Fortunately I found a career in banking which kept me on the quiet side, the conservative side, and I avoided the party scene with my long time lover. He and I are the same age difference as I was when I was the boyfriend being looked after. I tell him its OK to have someone pay the bills for you, just remember to stay clean and not mess around.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 53

    I grew up in what could best be described as a cult. I knew of no other existence until I was in my 20's. I had no knowledge that an outside world even existed until I was in my late teens. We were nearly self sufficient. There were about three hundred of us all living in a very remote isolated village. We were miles from any other property or people. Our village consisted of a temple in the middle. Various offices and store rooms and work shops and then about sixty little cottages. We also had a school and a "hospital." We called it a hospital but it was more like a tiny clinic. Our village was in the middle of a property of about 30,000 acres and there were three concentric fences around the property. There was the inner fence where all the children (anyone under 30) had to remain inside. That was about 1500 acres. Then there was a middle fence around that. Only elders and above could venture between the inner and middle fence and then there was the outer fence and only the elders knew it existed. It was 24 feet tall, topped with razor wire and was electrified. There was a short six foot warning fence about ten feet along inside of it but I'm counting both of those as one fence. There was one gate going in and out. From that gate it was about 15 miles to the nearest road.

    We all went to temple three times a day, once in the morning before school, then in the afternoon after school and then just before bed. Temple lasted for an hour except on Saturday when it lasted for twelve hours. The temple itself was a cinder block building with a steel commercial style roof and twenty foot tall walls. Most people would not consider it to be a religious building by appearance. But I had nothing to compare it to until I escaped when I was in my twenties. Until then, I thought the total human population of the world was around 300.

    I won't go into every esoteric bizarre practice that went on. But I will tell you about a few.

    As I said, there were about 300 people who lived there. There were thirteen adult males. They were the elders. there where about a two dozen teenage boys and about three dozen younger boys and baby boys. There were about three dozen adult women. There were about 75 teenage girls and there were a little over a hundred little girls and baby girls. From my observations boy babies tended to be still born quite frequently in our village though girl babies were hardly ever still born. Likewise, young boys were much more disease and accident prone then young girls were. There was an extremely high suicide rate among the teenage boys but teenage girls never committed suicide. The adult women were almost entirely under forty but most of the adult men were over forty. The oldest man, the high priest, was in his 80's and was the grandson of the founder. The youngest adult male, that is, the youngest male over 18 was in his late thirties and then the rest were over forty like I said. There seemed to be some sort of plague that killed women as they approached forty. Oddly there just were no men between 18 and late thirties, ever. Every time a guy turned 18 he would wander off to "find his manhood" and never return. We never heard from them again. We were simply told they never found their manhood and had to leave the world. That is what we called our village "The World."

    I was born in The World and grew up there. My parents had both been born in The World. I don't know which of the elders is my father. Collectively they performed the fatherly duties of impregnating the wives sitting judgement and teaching and handing out discipline. Every child from the age of two got their daily 12 stroke bare bottomed whipping with a long leather whip.

    The school had a wall doing down the middle to keep boys separate from girls. We girls attended school wearing a shear white gown that went from shoulder to knees. We wore sandals. We learned rudimentary math, reading and writing. We learned "The Book." We had to memorized all 87,654 words in order to graduate by the time we were ten. That is where the girl's education ended. We also learned to sing praise songs to the elders for bringing The World into existence and for watching over us and taking care of us and teaching and ruling us. We sang songs of apology first for existing, then for committing the sins of eating, breathing and worst of all, the sin of thinking. Our fathers did the thinking for us. They commanded and we obeyed.

    The boys learned math, reading, writing and tech. Tech was men's work like how to drive a tractor, how to build a house and so on. We women then learned how to cook, clean, sew etc, all home arts.

    When I was ten I was taken to the alter in the temple. I was to be "sacrificed" to the elders. The first time is always the worst. I was taken to the alter and stripped of my gown. It was the first time I'd been naked in front of any male. I was picked up and placed on the alter and shackled down with my legs spread wide. I was scared. The high priest opened up his robe and took out what I was told was his penis. That was how I found out that there was an anatomical difference between men and women between the legs. Only mothers could see boy children naked and not after the boy turns ten.

    I was unable to move. I was told to kiss his penis and ask his penis to make a baby in me. I was commanded to recite vows of obedience, chastity and worship to the high priest. Then he got on top of me and I thought he was killing me with his penis. It wasn't even the biggest one I later found out. It was the most unbearable agony I could imagine. Even worse then when my clitorus was cut off at seven. He fucked me. Actually he did something else that starts with "R." They did it in order of age starting with the oldest. Every elder, including my father fucked me. I still don't know which one that was.

    Every month they all fucked me on the alter until they pronounced me pregnant. There is a one in 13 chance that my daughter is also my sister. I was 12 when I gave birth.

    After that, exactly three months after each time I gave birth, they all started fucking me again every month on the alter. By the time I was 15 it finally stopped hurting. Some of the smaller ones stopped hurting sooner.

    I was 23 when I learned there was another world outside that one. I was 23 when I learned that those shiny silver things that roared across the sky leaving a trail of smoke weren't angels paroling the skies in search of disobedient children to carry off to hell to burn for eternity. I was 23 when I heard that it wasn't normal for ten year old girls to marry 13 elders and to be "sacrificed" to them. I was 23 when I heard that some of the boys who went off in search of their manhood upon turning 18 were driven to the gate and told to leave having no knowledge of the other world or that it even existed and they they were given the clothes on their back, the shoes on their feet and nothing else and told that if they ever told anyone what went on in The World their mothers, sisters, little brothers etc would be smoted and eaten alive over and over again at the lake of fire. We actually had a lake of fire near the village. They lit it on fire periodically and threatened to putty naughty little girls and boys and wives into the fire and they would burn there forever. Sometimes they threw in sick animals and made us watch while the animal screamed until it's last breath. Then an elder would show mercy by using his magic put the poor creature to sleep so it would stop feeling pain. We didn't know that the animal would have died anyways. We were taught that without the elder's intervention the animal would keep screaming in agony for eternity.

    So my little brother was three years younger than me. I was 21 when he was taken to the gate. In the two years he was gone he obtained his G.E.D. trained to be an electrician and figured out that the elders and high priest did not have magic powers and that they were victimizing the entire village.

    He came in with two other lost boys who had left earlier. They came in with two pickup trucks and a van and disabled the electric fence cut open the gate and drove straight to my cottage. He got me and my 7 daughters including the twin babies and then went next door to the boy's cottage and got my 4 sons and then to two of our sisters and their children before the elders discovered us and started shooting at us so we drove out of there like bats out of hell.

    My brother taught me the ways of the other world. I fell in love with both of his friends. They were both already married but I didn't know that having sex with them was frowned upon being that they were married. In my world all the wives were the collective wives of the 12 elders and the high priest. We were shared. I assumed that it was my duty to pleasure them. Talk about awkward. I also didn't know anything about the prohibition against insest since we were kept physically separate from all males except the elders. I tried to kiss my brother but he gently explained that it was considered wrong. Finally I was introduced to a really cute guy. I was shocked to learn that even though he was thirty he had no children and had never married. We got married and had two children. But I am getting ahead of myself.

    The day after I escaped, or rather, rescued, an army of police descended upon The World. There was a gun fight, half the elders died. Those who did not die were arrested and taken to jail and eventually were imprisoned. Some were executed. The high priest died of a heart attack before he could be executed. They found on the other side of the lake of fire a mass grave where the bodies of teenage boys, older women and baby boys were buried, many had been burned or cremated.

    The above events happened decades ago. All of the bodies were removed by the government. We never found out where they took them. Some of the wives disappeared. I never saw my mother again after that and never found out where they took her. Most of the children were adopted out. I was very lucky that I got to keep mine. Only few of the wives got to keep their children. My children all grew up believing their father was a brave man who died saving others. The younger ones believed that more than my older children but time fades memories.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 48

    Just read a local story about a young boy being abused by foster parents. It didn't go into specific details but I can only surmise what that 16 year old went through for many years. I was raised by my mother's cousin Fay from 8 up until I was 14. That year I was sent to child services because Fay went to prison for drug distribution. It ended up being the best thing for me. Fay was brutal to me from start to finish and even though she has been dead for many years I still despise every year I was with her. Aside from selling drugs she also used them and I still today question why the courts let her have custody of me. The first two years her husband was still there but they divorced when I was 10. He was also on drugs and I was honestly glad he left since it was not only Fay who beat me but he did also. It was him who first started stripping me and eventually beat my rear naked and Fay went along with it and continued doing it after he left. Once gone she spanked me often always making me undress in front of her. At ten or 11 the spanking was the worse but as I go older the humiliation was more dreaded. I was so intimidated and afraid of her I was like a helpless wimp. If she was really high she made me strip and spanked me for no reason I can think of. Her friend Sonya was there and a few other of her female druggies some nights during the week and more so on weekends. Fay had no problem forcing me to strip naked in front of any one of them and spank me with her hand and most times with a belt. It was so demoralizing for me I don't even remember how many of those drug addicts saw me naked over those years. I don't know if I felt this way back then but am certain today she did these things to embarrass me in front of those women. They were all in their 30's and 40's and I can't recall their names. Sometimes Fay wouldn't let me get dressed having me stand in the corner in the living room and at times 2 or3 of those women were there the whole time. Even when I was 13 and 14 I'd stand there naked crying from embarrassment. They all made remarks about my red ass and often said things pertaining to my genitals as they laughed. There were some nights she beat me so bad with the belt I had welts on my ass for days. She put me over her lap sometimes but also dr**e me over the back of the chair. She pushed my legs apart many times and there were times the belt hit my scrotum cause a lot of pain. Aside from the pain the way she had me bent over was still more humiliating in front of her druggie friends. The best day was a Saturday when the cops came with a warrant. The locked up Fay, Sonya and one other woman and took me to juvenile hall. I later went to a group home and was never treated badly again. I'm not sure how many years Fay was in prison but I never saw her again and found out she died 12 or more years ago.

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  • — Embarrassing Moments —
    Straight Male / 30

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  • — Gay Stories —
    Gay Male / 28

    Today I went to a sporting event and everytime I went to the restroom, it was like a gay fantasy for me. There was no real separation for the urinals and a few stalls.

    I have a thing for older men and they were everywhere. Dicks hanging out of their pants all in plain view. It was so hard not to stare and enjoy the sights.

    All I wanted to do was whip my cock out and start stroking it leading to a hot circle jerk and dixks in my mouth.

    I made extra trips to the restroom just so I had an excuse to catch glimpses on the way in and out and then eyeball the men as they walked out later, acting casual watching the sporting event but secretly checking out these men and wishing I had their cock in my mouth.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 18

    It all started when i was 13 yrs old boy and I was in 7th grade. I was very shy lazy kid who got bullied by everyone no one would want to sit beside me every time I felt so bad about it.But there were two boys who always sit together and were good friends. One day they called me I was sitting in the last bench and they were sitting in middle bench.I went to then. I was little scared that they will beat me or make fun of me but they told me to sit and they start talking about pornography and were asking about my choice I just answered there questions then one of them start touching my thighs I felt awkward and I told them that I am leaving. Then they forcely told me to sit or we will beat the crap out of you. I sat and they start rubbing their hand over my thighs than my dick. I also start liking it. ( I am straight but I didnt have any girlfriend and i was desperate) then we went to the last bench there he told me to unzip and show me your cock. ( it all happened during the class) then he started jerking me I didnt came but I felt so good. We did this to each other for days then one day after school when I was on my way home he told me to suck his dick I agreed and we go to a nearby street which was queit and empty where he dropped his pants. I was on my knees sucking him. I loved it very much and by his face i can tell you that he was really loving it. Then he came inside my mouth I spitted all his cum and I was very angry on him. Now he told me to turn around and undress I asked him why? He told me that he want to fuck me . I was shocked and I told him I dont want to do it. He forcely hold me and removed my pants then he tried to stick his dick inside my ass. (It was first time for both of us) but his dick wouldnt go inside my ass. then He licked his finger then probed it in my ass. I was crying . But he still did it and when he removed his fingers and wanted to put his dick again I pushed him and ran away without pants. When i saw i was far from him I removed my shirt and used it to hide my dick and then I ran to my home very fast and made sure no one saw me in that condition. I got dressed and acted normal in front of my family. I insisted my father that I want to change my school and dont want to continue in this school. He refused but I was stubborn and later my father allowed me to change the school. Its been 5 years since that incident I havent told it to anyone.I also didnt met anyone from the old school. Now I have a beautiful girlfriend and a good sexual life.

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  • — Wet Stories —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 52

    I am an older male and I wet my pants on purpose. The look as wetness appears at the crotch and then down one leg and the other leg. The yellow puddle forming on the floor. How good it feels. The release. The warmth from the pee.
    The know ledge of how naughty it is. Knowing only naughty little boys who know better wet their pants. Sometimes the bladder is so full.....and the peeing seems to last for wonderful that feels. I admit its naughty and that why I do it. As a child I was spanked for bed wetting and sometimes peeing my pants. I admit I wet my pants now hoping I get spanked. I have been spanked sometimes. I wet my pants so that I will get caught,.....seen doing it. Lets face it, my bare bottom needs to paddled for pants wetting to teach me a lesson.....for punishment.
    A big wooden paddle, a belt, a leather strap smacked hard until I cant sit down for a month. Spanked in front of others for humiliation. I am a naughty pants wetter and I like it. I know and I want to be spanked for it.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 47

    I was turning fifteen. For my birthday party at the club my mom chose this really horrible dress for me. My uncle saw it and told my mom she was cruel, no one should be made to wear that dress. Anyway he took me to the store and bought me the most beautiful dress and shoes. My mother was so angry and I was so happy. Anyway, I had a great party and I got loads of compliments on my dress.

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  • — Embarrassing Moments —
    Straight Female / 18

    My name is Ana. I'm 18 years old and I find it embarrassing having a poo when I'm out somewhere or I'm at someone's house. I'm OK if I need a wee but a number two is out of the question unless I'm in the privacy of my own bathroom at home. I remember once last year I went to the zoo with my friend Claire and I needed a poo on the train journey there. By the time we got off the train I was busting for a poo and we both went to the toilet to have a wee but I held my poo all day. We got to the zoo at about 10:30 and I had a slight stomach ache and a lot of gas. Claire said she was going to the toilet which surprised me because she only been half an hour ago. I waited outside for her and I used the time on my own to release a much needed fart. I felt a little bit better after that but I had to clench at the end in case I pood myself. After 15 minutes Claire came out of the toilets and i asked her if there was a queue. Her face went red as she said awkwardly "Er yes, and it was a big one!" I though that sounds like a double entendre to me! We walked around looking at the animals until lunchtime and we went to a café for something to eat and drink and I was really feeling the need to relieve my bowels but I kept holding it as I couldn't face doing it in a public toilet with people around me. I had a small snack with a drink while Claire had a quarter pound burger with fries and she super sized it which is usual for Claire as she likes to eat a lot. After lunch we went to the aquarium section and we spent the afternoon in there. After that it was time get the train home and when we got to the station Claire said she was desperate for a wee and I needed a wee as well as as an urgent need to have a poo but of course I online peed which was difficult to do without pooing at the same time. When I came out of the toilets there was no sign of Claire and I knew there wasn't a queue in the toilets so I knew she was having a poo. I was seriously desperate to go by now and knowing Claire was having a second poo made me feel even more desperate and I thought what the hell and I went back into the toilets to have a very much needed poo. Claire was washing her hands by now and she asked me why I was back and I was too embarrassed to admit I was dying for a poo and I told her it was womens stuff. I rushed into a cubicle not realising that made it obvious I was desperate and as soon as I got the door locked I pulled my jeans and knickers down together and plopped my bottom down with a thump and I hear a girl saying to her mum, "She's desperate." I was so embarrassed and I had to hold it until I they left. Only one problem with that plan. I was bursting for a poo and I couldn't hold it any longer and I felt my poo coming out against my will. It stank and I can't even begin to describe how good it felt. The relief of it was nearly as good as an orgasm and I couldn't help sighing with relief. I pushed the last few bits out and wiped 6 times before I felt clean and I quickly left without washing my hands as I just wanted to get out of there. Claire embarrassed me by remarking I was a long time and I got my own back by telling her I wasn't as long her. She said she really had to do a number two and holding it wasn't an option and I told her I knew how she felt.

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