I thought you guys would enjoy this

This was posted on azgalor forums some months ago:

 

 

 

When I was 17 my girlfriend at the time was finally ready to have sex. I, as one might expect of a 17 year old, was excited. Neither hell nor high water was going to stand between me and my final destination.

 

I get ready for the night, trim everything up, shower extra well. Unfortunately there was also an issue. I have a digestional disorder that sometimes cause my sh!t to become large and quite solid while still inside me. I wasn't aware it was a treatable problem and, in fact, just thought everyone had to deal with the equivalent of anal kidney stones. I bring this up because I had a mighty one which had been loaded into the gun for several days.

 

Let me set the scene. Her parents are away. We have her house to ourselves. She was always a little kinky so she demands we do it in her parents bed.

 

I walk in to a candle holocaust. She's been working on this all day apparently, and its as bright as high noon in there with the lights off. Which is good, because she proceeds to do a sweet, sexy little dance for me. At 16, she was AMAZING. For those of you who never experienced a female at that age, I pity the fool.

 

Now I'm sitting on the bed, watching this dance. I smile and tell her how good she looks. Unfortunately, most of my attention is focused on the dull throbbing from my sphincter and the large amount of intestinal discomfort associated with not dropping duce in days. But somehow I still get hard and we go to town.

 

She starts out on top, then we switch. I bend her over the bed, and I even smack her a$$ (a ballsy move at the time, but she loved it). Due to my built up distraction, I last for what seems like FOREVER. She can't stop moaning and telling me how good it feels, and then she says what every man wants to hear "I want to make you go in my mouth." I **** love women.

 

So she goes down on me. She was always average at best in the head department but at least she tried. She pops my **** out of her mouth long enough to look up at me and say "tell me if you like this". Then I feel it.

 

She stuck her finger up my a$$.

 

My brain hits the panic switch and every muscle in my entire body locks up tighter than a three year old virgin. But its too late. I take a massive, PAINFUL, PAINFUL sh!t, all over her parents comforter.

No, you aren't understanding. I mean large. Huge. IMMENSE. Take your largest sh!t and multiple it by forty-two and you'll have an idea of what flew out of me. And gents, when I say flew, I don't mean "I pooped." I mean "projectile". I mean "hurricane force winds hitting an umbrella stand". And due to my condition, it comes out as a large, dark brown, smelly harpoon.

 

I know it hit her. I didn't see it. She ran screaming "OH MY GOD OHMYGODOHMYGODEEEEEWWWWWWWW" but I always imagined that, due to her position, it hit her right in the chin. Or at least the tits.

 

I would like to say I got up to go after her. But I heard the bathroom door shut and I just lied there. The smell hit me after a few seconds. It smelled like someone rolled a cat in sh!t and threw it into a tire fire. I looked down and saw, to date, the largest bowel movement I've ever heard of laying on the bed. Then I noticed the blood, and when I did, I noticed the pain.

 

Apparently the fact that it was so large caused it to rip my a$$ a little bit (thought I was bleeding from the inside. This little doctors trip the next day is what taught me of my condition). There was a small pool of blood where my a$$ had been. A final reminder of the exact place and moment I lost my virginity. I will treasure this memory for all my days.

 

I grab my sh!t with my hands and go to the downstairs bathroom. I throw around 1/3 into the toilet and flush, fearing any more will clog it and only add to my already significant woes.

 

I stand there, holding 2/3's of my biggest sh!t of all time, feeling a trickle of blood flow down my leg, trying to ignore the sharp pain stabbing my rectum. I find myself wishing I had a photo of this.

 

Anyway, I finish flushing my baby, clean off my hands, jam toilet paper between my cheeks (I skipped the bandaid) and went upstairs. I could hear my girlfriend sobbing from behind the bathroom door. I decided not to say anything to her and just keep moving. The smell in her parents room was abysmal. Its like when you take a sh!t and walk out of the bathroom you think "hey not so bad today," but then you walk back in to grab your magazine and go "HOLY SH!T!". It was one of those moments.

 

The scene is burned behind my eyelids for all time. My life. My shame. My very first time smelled like a pile of dead babies. I quickly got dressed since the heat from ten thousand candles was making the room feel more like a port-a-potty. I was aware enough to grab the comforter on my way out and drag it downstairs to their washer. Also the top and bottom sheets since the blood had leaked on through all the way to mattress. Still no sign of the GF but at this point I considered it a blessing. I jammed in the washer with 3 loads worth of detergent and set it on spin, knowing that not even the hand of God would save these linens, let alone Tide and Snuggles.

 

Then I left. I avoided my GF's calls for days until she came to my house. We had a long talk about what happened. Talk being synonymous with "breaking up with me because I **** on her". And it was all over. She promised not to tell a soul and I don't THINK she ever did. She was probably as ashamed as I was about the whole deed. But I will always remember this 'happening' as the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me

 

lmao wtf man

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LMFAO

 

I burst out laughing here at work. Awesome awesome story...

 

 

Imagine that movie announcer guy's voice:

 

"One boy, one girl... teenage innocence being washed away...

 

.... a log of unimaginable power, threatening to cause a rift between them....

 

.... which hole will be expanded larger?"

.......the hell

Good lord. I would feel sorry for that dude if I believed an ounce of that story =(

I blame white people for all of that.

That. Was Fing Beautiful.

Queue Sauce crossing his legs and arranging a meeting for 3 days with his GF.

Tears are still running down my face - lmao!

I've got stories but shit happens. . .

Queue Sauce crossing his legs and arranging a meeting for 3 days with his GF.

 

Oh hell no.

 

I LOVE reading about bad sex stories that happen to other people, but not that happen to me.

o.o

 

Damn.

Oh hell no.

 

I LOVE reading about bad sex stories that happen to other people, but not that happen to me.

 

That's why you would write the tale, post it, and never read it afterwards.

That's why you would write the tale, post it, and never read it afterwards.

 

Yeah, Don't wreck the fun for us :3

.... errrr... wtf?

Still laughing at this. How can you tell such a story...

HELL No the worse that's ever happened to me is that I had a massive charlie horse and HATED my life.

 

I'd like to keep it that way.

Kidney stone. OMFG. I'm told it's like having a baby. Yeah... An elephant baby! With a week straight of labor! lol. Not really.

 

But on the plus side, no comforters were destroyed!