Paul was just going about his everyday job, his "Test Man" job. However, this day was going to be different. Just when he was about to test again, a wave of gut pain slammed into him.

"Can you-OOH! UGHHH!"

His stored-up dump that he held back because of his job finally wreaked his havoc. He hung up mid-call.

"Damn, I gotta shit!" He clenched his pained gut, and ran out of the city and into a forest. He kept running, until he found nature's loo: a creek. Paul before continuing with his business, looked to see if any signs of civilization existed. He was home free.

"Well, when nature calls", he thought.

He undid his khaki trousers, and his white briefs, then tossed them away. Now, he was bottom-half naked. Paul watched the creek's streams contributing to it, as he felt the smelly mess move, being he squatted where the shore met the water. Just squatting, he felt two small turds slip on out and plopped into the creek water. Even though they were small, he sighed in pleasure. But that wasn't it. It couldn't be.

"Mmmph! Oh,my!" Paul tried as best as he could to be quiet about it. You never know who could be walking around these parts. Another log, in fact the biggest one in him, began to slither out of his bowels like the brown waste snake it was. He pushed on, the shock rippling throughout his muscles. His hands were clenching so tight, it was as close to a contraction as he could get, being a guy. With yet another push, it was finally partially out of his body. Paul just couldn't help but test its strength. No matter how hard he tried to cut it loose, shaking side to side, up and down, it was way too dense, to girthy, it wouldn't budge. It was too tough for him.

Paul felt this monsterous log. He couldn't help yet again but pull the thing out of his system. As he felt his inner ass flesh peeling away from the brown, smelly mass, he could swear he was hardening from it. With a single *SCHLORRP!* , it was out of his colon, into his hands, and he is questioning his strength at least of his hands and arms. The mass of bodily waste had a style all its own. It was so... beautiful! He had to look deeper into it, see what's in it. He took the log, feeling the unconditional warmth of it. Until... he deepthroated it, like a special something else. He deepthroated that delicious turd, but being he was gay, he pictured it as, yes. That.

"Mmmm. Ugggh. Yummy. Pleease, Chad, pleeasse!" , he thought of Alltel's Chad, and his mouthwatering, irresistible thing. To be honest, Paul thought wayy too much of Chad, he, yes, swallowed his own poop. With a reflex *gullp!*, the log slid down his esophagus, like a digestive water slide. It was then, that Paul snapped back into his harsh reality.

"Wh-WHAT?!" Paul couldn't believe it. He ate his own shit. It was in him, what he ate once was eaten again, digesting in his gut with a *gurrrgle!*

Well, what's done is done. He swallowed and digested (or is now being digested), is being digested, ect, ect, ect. Paul actually liked the sensation of his, erm, excrement, being churned in his digestive juice sac. He guessed it was because it was the fact that what he ate once, now was expelled and re-digested.

Could he fap to it? Hmm? He was hard enough already. It was worth a shot. He fapped, massaging and stretching his dick, thinking, once again, about "you know who".

"Ohhh, Chad. Harder! Faster!"

He was thinking of chad, from Alltel, once again giving his member an erotic, pleasuring massage. Then, because he was hard enough:

"Chad, I'm gonna, BLOWWW!"

Paul didn't care if anyone was around. The load he blew was simply too much for a man of his figure to keep quiet about.

"*gasp!* *pant!* Thanks, Chad. You sure can give me the stroking of my life!"

He looked down at the damage he did. Squirted and splattered onto some stones on the shore, were strings of his jizz. The most beautiful work of orgasmic art, ever. EVER.

Well, he had a job to get back to. He licked off his own juice off the rocks, and his poo, in the creek was already gone. Either it sank, drifted away, or something else. He picked up his phone out of his shirt pocket, used some leaves (not many, he's the type of "clean dump" person) to wipe, put his undies/pants back on, and went back to what he did best.

"Can you hear me now?"

A matter of seconds of silence.

"Good."