Posted by Alex on October 04, 2000 at 10:03
Lately I've been having a bit of chronic diarrhea. Not particularly fun, and not exactly a turn-on either. Poopy pants are best when pooped IN, not THROUGH, it seems to me. Still, today I manages to make the best use possible of the situation and enjoyed the result.
I was out for a walk along the beach this afternoon, making the most of the sun before winter takes it away from us altogether. Sitting on some steps down from the promenade to the beach, smoking and reading a book, a small cramp came upon me without warning and I almost lost a spot of liquid shit into my white underpants and tight, old and very faded blue 501s. I screwed up my sphincter just in time and the pressure started to pass.
That is when I began to regret my hasty reaction. I realised that I could just as easily have let myself have my little "accident". It wouldn't have been much, perhaps enough to make a small, wet, light brown stain on my underpants and jeans right over my ass-hole. I was wearing a sweater that I didn't absolutely need, so when I got up I could have taken it off and tied it around my waist hanging at the back to hide my dirty little deed.
Then I started thinking that, if I did that, there was no reason why I shouldn't let some more shit out into my pants. But since it was very liquid, I would have to do it sitting down to keep it "in place" around my ass-hole (which is the part of my pants where I prefer my shit to be when I do it in my pants in any case), because if I shit myself while standing or walking I had visions of it all running down my legs.
By now the urgency had passed, but in fact I happen to think it's nicer to shit in my pants deliberately than to have it happen to me by mistake, especially when it's diarrhea, so that was okay; I could just make it happen. I had just decided this was an excellent plan, and was tentatively feeling out the state of my bowels, testing to see how much would come out if I gave a gentle push, when... a friend happened to walk by on the promenade, and seeing me, she first waved and then stopped, turned and walked over to me.
Whew! I suppose it WOULD have been neat to have stood chatting to her with diarrhea in my underpants and staining my jeans, but I hadn't had time to work that out in my mind yet and I think I would have panicked. Besides, I hadn't moved my sweater to my hips yet! So I was glad she had happened by then and not, say, one minute later! We talked for about ten minutes, agreed we must meet soon, promised to call, etc., and then she was gone.
After she left I sat down where I had been before and considered carrying on where I had left off, but wouldn't you know it, the desire to shit had worn off completely. You never can tell with this diarrhea business. I mentally shrugged my shoulders, thought "maybe later...", and read a bit longer, then decided to go and have a coffee at a place out on the promenade.
As I sat drinking my coffee, sitting on a plastic chair, the urge suddenly came back again, and again I hesitated about whether to or not to. Sadly, when I had finished hesitating I had also finished feeling I needed to do anything, so another opportunity passed. I tried to push a bit, but there seemed to be nothing there.
I got up and started walking back along the prom in the opposite direction towards home. Guess what! As soon as I started walking, I wanted to do a poopoo. But I was walking now, and didn't fancy it going down my legs! How aggravating!
I considered finding a bench to sit on and leaking diarrhea into my pants there, but of course there were no benches in this particular stretch. Then I felt another wave, and just then two girls walked past me, one with a very nice jeans-clad butt, and temptation got the better of me. So I allowed a spot of soft shit to escape into my virgin pants - ah nice!
Then I came to where I had been sitting on the steps, so I sat in the same place again, opened my book and pretended to read, and pushed. Some more soft shit squirted out. I raised my butt from the stone steps and gave another push; at first nothing came, then I felt my pants getting warm and wet. I sat for a while longer, tried a couple more times but couldn't shit much more, so I gave up, stood up, tied my sweater to hide my undoubtedly stained jeans at the back, and walked on.
I had shit in my pants and could feel it squishing between my bum cheeks in my briefs. Because it was liquid it soaked into my briefs and jeans, and the denim felt slightly colder on my ass-hole than elsewhere as it cooled, not uncomfortably but enough to remind my constantly that I had just shit my pants and would now have to go all the way home like that.
Walking home involved a hill and some steps, and I reveled in the way each of these subtly changed the way my levis and my poop pressed squishily against my crotch.
When I got home I untied the sweater and looked at my back in a full-length mirror. The stain on my ass was absolutely beautiful. If I were an artist I would like to paint pictures of people wearing exactly this kind of shit stained jeans! The stain was light brown, fist-sized but vertically elongated along the crack of my butt, swelling out where my levis sat directly over my hole. On the right the stain was solid, on the left there were dry spots mixed among the wet part. Anyone seeing that would have known instantly: this guy has shit in his pants.
I went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and pissed in my jeans, watching a pretty wet patch grow all around my cock. Then I took off my clothes. First my jeans; on the inside they were wet and brown but there was no solid poop in them. Then my underpants; these two were basically just brown and wet, with only a few very small solid bits. I felt out my ass with toilet paper, and it was again basically just wet, so I wiped myself dry. Then, without showering, I changed into clean underpants and jeans, stuffed my dirty ones into a couple of plastic bags for further attention later, and here I am now, sharing this little bit of innocent fun with all of you.
I apologise to those of my friends here who would have liked me to have been more daring, perhaps allowing people to see my dirty pants. It would have been fun, but you must understand this is a small place where too many people know too many other people. If it had been at night, perhaps. Anyway, I hope you liked it.