Not so much a tale of my arse being out of control, this is simply recalling what happened the day I had the most satisfying stool ever experienced.
I was in my early teens at the time, and had gone cycling with my mother and brother between my home-town and a town about 15 miles away. The plan was to cycle there, then get the train back home.
I had no problems riding a bike but had not done so for a few years so was somewhat out of practice. My backside was certainly not used to such a vigorous stimulating for such a prolonged length of time. The constant pounding that my arse took from the seat must surely be a contributing factor to what happened next.
Anyway, about half way through the journey, I shouted to my mum and brother to wait, dropped the bike, dropped my trousers and pants, and squatted at the side of the cycle track. Without any straining and needing no encouragement, the longest, widest, monster of a turd slid smoothly and effortlessly from my arsehole. I felt as if I had lost half of my body mass, my stomach felt deflated as there was nothing pushing it from behind, and my anus felt relief as it closed up. The only way I can describe the feeling is that it felt like I had excreted one of those large square plastic wheelie-bins - without it hurting. The shit was huge. At the time, it seemed like the turd that Randy Marsh was so proud of in South Park. I was almost sad to leave it at the side of the cycle path.
I was in my early teens at the time, and had gone cycling with my mother and brother between my home-town and a town about 15 miles away. The plan was to cycle there, then get the train back home.
I had no problems riding a bike but had not done so for a few years so was somewhat out of practice. My backside was certainly not used to such a vigorous stimulating for such a prolonged length of time. The constant pounding that my arse took from the seat must surely be a contributing factor to what happened next.
Anyway, about half way through the journey, I shouted to my mum and brother to wait, dropped the bike, dropped my trousers and pants, and squatted at the side of the cycle track. Without any straining and needing no encouragement, the longest, widest, monster of a turd slid smoothly and effortlessly from my arsehole. I felt as if I had lost half of my body mass, my stomach felt deflated as there was nothing pushing it from behind, and my anus felt relief as it closed up. The only way I can describe the feeling is that it felt like I had excreted one of those large square plastic wheelie-bins - without it hurting. The shit was huge. At the time, it seemed like the turd that Randy Marsh was so proud of in South Park. I was almost sad to leave it at the side of the cycle path.
