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Here's what happened that day
(You can use Google Translate to translate it into your country's language.^^)
Before you read this story, I must say I still hope everyone has a healthy colon!!
Here's a real story that happened in 2017, and it's one of the sexiest stories that has ever made me feel guilty:
Paul was my roommate in my senior year of college. He usually ran shirtless on the school track, and we used to go running together. His abs, particularly when he was on an empty stomach, were incredibly sexy and well-defined.
Paul was the most handsomes guy in our class. We had known each other for years, but I had never had any sexual fantasies about him because Paul was somewhat homophobic and had a bit of a macho straight guy attitude (I had never come out to him).
Even though I didn't have any sexual fantasies about him, I was a little obsessed with the size of his belly. He had a big appetite and had a bad habit of holding in his bowel movements, so the changes in his stomach size were quite obvious.
He didn't like using public toilet, and he only poops once every two days on average. Since we shared a small six-square-meter room, I was familiar with his habits.
After just graduating from college, Paul and I registered for a 21 kilometer marathon together on December 16, 2017.
On the day of the marathon, Paul overslept, and I waited in front of his house for a long time. He hurriedly came out of his house, and while waiting for a taxi, Paul told me he needed to use the toilet before the race.
(I assumed he hadn't relieved himself earlier when he woke up.) At that moment, I couldn't help but get excited at the thought of his bladder being full.
At 5:00 AM, we arrived at the marathon starting point, where we met up with a group of friends who were also participating. I deliberately started a long conversation with all of them, and Paul was drawn into the conversation as well and joined in the chat.
I have to admit I was a bit of a pervert.... I tried to keep the conversation flowing, making sure Paul didn't have a chance to mention that he needed to use the toilet. However, Paul couldn't stop chatting either.
I felt that Paul had a strong bladder capacity, once he peed for a full two minutes after returning from a nightclub, so I thought he could easily hold it in.
As time quickly approached 5:20 AM, we just realized that the marathon was about to start. Paul and I hurriedly rushed to get our race numbers, and attend to various preparations. He absolutely had no free time to go to the toilet anymore....and at that point, guilt and worry rushed over me, fearing what would happen if he couldn't hold pee for 21 kilometers.
We changed into our running attire right away, and when Paul took off his jacket, that's when I saw how full his belly was. I thought to myself, that the size of his belly couldn't be solely from holding in pee... he must have eaten a lot the previous night.
After that, he took off his shirt, and for a brief ten seconds, his sexy naked upper body was exposed. However, his abs were noticeably distended, and it was the first time I had seen his belly this large in all the years I had known him. After changing our clothes, I made every effort to divert my attention and prevent myself from getting hard because Paul's unexpectedly bulging belly had caused his shirt to appear a size too small, truly sexy as fuck.
The marathon began at 5:30 AM, and while running, I couldn't help but keep sneaking glances at Paul's belly, that beautiful big belly was obviously awkward with his muscular body.
As we ran, I noticed he kept touching his belly, which made it all the more tantalizing. He started panting and appeared to be struggling with his running form, and shortly after the race began, Paul was already covered in sweat.
When we were running at around three kilometers, this conversation happened!!
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Paul: "Sorry, I have to slow down a bit....I kinda need to poop...."
Me: "Did you suddenly suffer from diarrhea? Should we consider stopping for a break?"
Paul: "Nah, it's fine! My shit is as hard as a rock, it's not a diarrhea!" (in a joking tone)
Me: "Are you constipated again, haha?"
Paul: "Yeah, I haven't had poop for a few days....And last night, I had a barbecue dinner with my girlfriend, that might be the reason why I suddenly needed to poop."
Me: "Does it hurt? I'm sorry you didn't have time to pee earlier......"
Paul: "No don’t worry haha, it doesn't hurt at all, but whenever I run too vigorously, possibly due to gravity, I feel something keeps hitting my stomach... not joking...it feels like the poop is pushing all the way up to my stomach."
Me: "What? Yeah... haha... I've been in a situation like that too... It's better not to eat too much before running.....I know that feeling....”(in an awkward tone)
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I didn't change the conversation, he really said these things to me....I felt like I was going crazy hearing that at the time. It was just too erotic for me. Judging by the size of his belly at the moment, I speculated that Paul hadn't shit for at least three days.
I knew there was a hard-long-gaint-shit inside him, banging against the walls of his sigmoid colon like crazy. I suspected his transverse colon might have been filled with poop as well.
I didn't ask him how badly he needed to pee because I felt guilty, but I guessed that his desire to poop had probably outweighed the need to pee.
Because we were mostly running on a highway, it seemed like there were only medical stations along the way and no toilet facilities. In the last 5 kilometers, Paul started running very quickly, as if he was rushing back to the finish line to poop. I continued to watch Paul's sexy belly swaying beside me, the 21 kilometers felt more like 10 for me...
Paul mentioned that he could actually hold it in and wasn't uncomfortable, but his running posture in the last two kilometers looked quite erotic. I could tell he was holding back his sphincter muscles. I kept cheering him on as we ran.
At 8:00AM, we finally arrived at the finish line. So, few days' worth of poop + last night's barbecue feast + a night's worth of urine had traveled 21 kilometers inside his belly!
The restroom at the finish line was crowded. Paul sat on the ground and telling methat he really couldn't hold it any longer, so we quickly went to the restroom in the nearby 7-11 store.
About thirty minutes later, he came out, and his belly had visibly reduced in size, but it was still quite noticeable. I guess there was still about half of the shit inside him!
To my surprise, he directly proposed to have breakfast after shitting, but his body had a weird smell.... I think he may had leak some shit on his pants as well. He's a really straightforward and somewhat clueless straight guy!
- A true story that happened in 2017.
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My Thoughts: a year later, I experienced karma💀 I had diarrhea during a 12K run😱. While this story is very sexy for me, I still want to emphasize that holding in poop can be harmful.
Regardless, I'm very grateful for all the support! Thank you for reading this story! Remember to have regular bowel movements every day, and be mindful of your diet before running, especially if participating in a marathon.