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It was wrong. It was quite simply wrong. It was wrong for him to feel this way, to fantasize about it. It was wrong to ever loose a thought on that matter.
But he couldn’t help himself. He had to know what it really felt like. So he got himself a hotel room for the day, hoping that the memories at least wouldn’t stick to him as the shit he was about to get into.
When he pushed the card into the reader and then opened the door to his room, he was nervous. He closed the door behind him, slowly walked up the wooden dresser and took of his clothes. Tentatively he folded the white shirt and nice dress pants. He even dropped his tie once because his hands started shaking from the excitement and anticipation for what was about to come.
As he was completely done, he looked at himself in the mirror. His pale skin was flushed at his cheeks, his forehead and even his neck. He finally looked down at his twitching erection, the little drops of precum glistening at the tip.
His stomach made gurgling sounds so he put a hand on his belly, feeling how hard it was beneath his fingers. He grabbed the black plastic bag he had brought with him and made his way through the room.
One slow step after the other, he walked into the bathroom. It was enormous in size for him, who’s apartments bathroom only had enough space to sit down on the toilet properly, without his knees touching the shower’s door. His curious gaze wandered over every little detail: from the wall mounted double sink to the walk-in rain shower, over the spotless white toilet (that was the only thing he would avoid today) and the giant bathtub with two water tabs, and came to a hold at the window front. The view of the city at sunset was amazing. From so far up, he could barely make out the people walking below him.
He stepped into the shower and turned it on. The hot water made the room all steamy, as if a cloud had found it’s way inside. With a deep sigh he leaned his head against the cold glass wall. He could do it. Now he had to do it. He had gotten himself the hotel room specifically for this reason.
The foam of the hotel soap smelled like musk and spices under his hands. He cleaned himself as if he was in a trance and the picked up the bag he had left next to the shower. He took out the bottle of lube and the vibrator he had selected carefully at home.
The bottle laid heavy in his hand, hot water trickling down his neck. He opened it and got down on his knees, pushed his ass up high and his face to the floor. He inserted the nozzle and squeezed a good amount of the cool gel inside his ass, making him shiver a bit. Then he pushed a finger inside, working the tight muscle to loosen up and make the next step less difficult.
He was careful to not push in any deeper than necessary because of the soft barrier he could feel. When he was sure he was loose enough to get something bigger inside of himself than his finger, he grabbed the hose of the hand shower and screwed off the head. Then he turned it on, testing out the right water pressure. When he was sure of the temperature and the pressure, got back into a kneeling position and inserted the hose, just deep enough to get the water inside his ass without major leaking. He could feel the pressure of the water building up inside his lower colon and finally took it out when he couldn’t take any more of the unknown fullness. Quickly, he held his fingers in front of his leaking hole to prevent the water from getting out. He turned around slowly and sat down, flat to the ground. He carefully pulled his fingers out from underneath himself and gave a stroke to his twitching cock.
This was so much more exciting in reality than fantasizing about it and felt way more erotic and dirty than he could have ever imagined. Then, he pushed. He pushed as hard as he could and saw how the water gushed out, first colorless, then brown with little bits of poop visible. Because he firmly kept sitting, everything got squished on its way through. He felt how soft poop slowly squeeze itself out from between the ground and his ass cheeks, making obscene noises paired with a few bubbly farts. As he lifted his ass off the ground, only a centimeter or two, he felt how more liquid leaked. The poop began squeezing out from under him in all directions, trying to find every possible way out to give in to the build up pressure.
He made such a mess on the floor of the shower, he got embarrassed of himself. But it was making this all the more exciting, doing something wrong, something forbidden, something dirty. He couldn’t help himself but let out a long and strained moan. He could see more dirty water coming out and felt the shit building up under his ass. The water and poop stopped as he stopped pushing. He rocked back and forth for a bit and then slid backwards a little. The flat pressed load in front of him was still hot and he just had to touch it. He buried his hand inside it and kneaded it a bit, like soft and slimy dough. Then he washed his hands off and filled his ass up with more water.
He stood up slowly, ready for the next step, but felt a sneeze building up. He bent down halfway with the force of the sneeze and accidentally pushed while doing so. The glass wall of the shower was now coated in a layer of watery shit, little pieces still sliding down. This made him get an idea. Not a good one, an outrageous one to be honest, but he wouldn’t come back to this hotel anyways. So he walked up to the big window front, turned around, pushed out his ass and squeezed as hard as he possibly could. The loud splattered sound of his shit stream hitting the glass almost made him come. He moved tightly up to the glass when he felt a bigger chunk of waste making its way to the exit. Then, he moved down slowly, smearing a line of shit on the glass. He felt so dirty, it made him shiver. Then he got an even worse idea and searched the window front. He was lucky, he thought, when he saw that there indeed was a slightly cut off part that could be opened. It wasn’t wide enough for an adult to be able to fall through, but his ass would fit well enough.
Snickering eagerly, he filled his ass up with water again. He was a piece of trash for even just thinking about it, but he just had to do this. He positioned himself while stroking his rock hard cock. When he felt the cool air hit his backside, he nearly giggled. That’s how exuberant he felt. Then he pushed, feeling liquid and shit gushing out so well mixed, it was almost diarrhea. With a high gasp and riding the waves of his adrenaline high, he came. He shivered all over and could feel his hole gape open and squeeze shut repeatedly from his orgasm. Then he felt the pressure on his bladder and turned around, his dirty ass dripping shit everywhere, the window, the floor and the bathmat he was half standing on. Then he set his penis up on the windowsill and let go, not bothering that his penis twitched around wildly from the pressure, making piss spray everywhere, not just outside. He stopped and stepped back, watching as the little figures on the sidewalk below scurried away from the perfectly white stones the hotel had laid there, revealing a quiet large area covered in brown (considering how tiny everything else looked down there).
He quickly closed the window and moved to the bathtub, opening the tab and closing the drain. Then he stepped inside, sitting down leisurely with his back against the side of the tub. There wasn’t even a centimeter of water yet, but he didn’t need any more for what he wanted to do there. His legs propped up and wide open, he pushed hard again, grunting, and watched as shit came out. There were only a few harder pieces left that went floating around in the little water around him. Then, for a while, only loud but considerably wet farts came out, making the rising water around his butt a little brown. It had smelled really bad in the bathroom before already, but now it was putrid.
Then his stomach churned and gurgled, accompanied by a small cramp, and he felt his bowels move again. This time, out came a thick mush that mixed with the water fast, turning it browner. The mush became more fluid the more there was coming out. The sight and gurgling sounds got him hard again. He clenched his hole shut and sieved his hands through the murky water until he felt what he was searching for. A more solid chunk of poop that was sticky to his touch. He grabbed it with three fingers and brought it up to his twitching member. Slowly, he stroked up and down his shaft with the shit piece, painting his dick brown. The creamy, hot sensation of his shit felt unbelievably amazing on his dick. His tip leaked white drops of precum that ran down the brown sides. He couldn’t help but shudder yet again.
But he felt like something was missing, in his ass specifically. The vibrator he had brought was long forgotten and he searched for something fitting to be shoved up his ass. His gaze moved through the dirtied bathroom while he passed some gas and caught itself at the sink, where the round, long, but not too thick hotel body lotion stood. A crazy chuckle escaped him as he got up and stepped out of the tub. He dripped shit water everywhere onto the white bathroom tiles, the other bathmat and a pair of plush, white hotel slippers. The wet, bubbly farts didn’t help contain his waste either. He reached for the bottle and took it, not without sprinkling the sink with brown as well. The plastic bottle laid smooth in his hand and he got back into the shit-water tub. He went back down on his hands and knees like in the shower and shoved the body lotion inside. He moaned loudly as he moved it around, finding his sweet spot pretty fast. While more and more gas and liquid wanted to get out of him, his hand pushed the bottle back inside without mercy. He smelled the horrendous air and saw the shit smeared and splattered everywhere and came, without even touching his shit slicked dick again. His hole quivered again and farts pushed themselves past the body lotion barrier.
Thinking back to the window, he got another idea. He was full of rancid, ever pushed back ideas for this amazing day. And so he turned off the faucets and got into the shower again to fill himself up, amazed by how much shit was still waiting inside of him. He also grabbed every item of cylindrical shaped he could find in the bathroom and got back in the tub. He laid on his shoulders inside the warm water, his ass propped up high in the air, his hole aligned with the ceiling. Then he took his first victim, a small shampoo bottle, and pushed it inside of his ass. He pushed it all the way inside and clenched shut again, preparing himself. He felt gas moving around impatiently, wanting to be set free, and pushed with all his might. The little bottle flew up into the air as the bassy fart fled him, as well as a fountain of shit. It sploched onto the ground again and created a puddle, and he laughed out in delight as his idea had worked out perfectly. He proceeded with the other three bottles he had found. The bathroom was filled with his disgusting shit, even the ceiling got decorated with brown.
His mind was in delirium and screamed at him to end everything in the biggest, most disgusting and filthy way to absolutely destroy his hotel room, and he complied. He got out of the bathroom and walked over the nice carpet, leaving behind dirty footprints. He spotted a cushioned arm chair and sat down, smearing his dirty ass over the fabric. He then, of course, shat on the chair, making sure to get it on the backrest as well. When he was satisfied with the chair, he moved to the bed. He climbed on top of it, squatted right over the middle of it and released all the rest of his filth right there, in a taunting, big pile. The most solid of it in the middle and the creamy liquid a spreading puddle around it, that immediately began to soak through the blanket and into the mattress. His bladder still felt full enough, so he gleefully sprayed piss all over the walls and the big, wall mounted tv as well. He shot his final load onto the telephone handset and the wiped off most of the waste off his body with the drapes.
After that, he took a proper shower again, tip toed through the shitty battlefield the bathroom now was and got dressed again. He walked out of the room, took the elevator down to the lobby, payed in cash and felt like the most disgusting man alive. But he somehow liked it.
Well, probably because he got the room under a fake name in a city far away from home and mostly: because he didn’t have to clean up anything. He walked out of the big glass doors, marveled at the sight of the shit-dirtied white stone in front of the hotel that was currently being cleaned and almost skipped down his path.