Ichigo clutched his forehead as he lifted his head from his pillow. He faced his left, seeing the alarm clock reading 7 A.M. However, Ichigo halted for a second, feeling a sticky sensation between his legs. "Aww, fuck!" It was all a dream; Kisuke, Isshin, it all never happened. "This sexual frustration must be giving me wet dreams..."

Ichigo stepped out of bed, not caring that his exposed crotch was covered in dried, sticky semen. He didn't even bother to slip on a pair of briefs; he stepped into the hallway, stark naked. No one seemed to be home, but even with Isshin here, he could have wandered around naked if he wanted to.

Making it to the bathroom, Ichigo sat down onto the toilet. Flexing his gluteal muscles, he groaned as he felt the bodily waste protrude from his entrance, releasing another groan as he felt the water splash on his buttock. "Oh! Here comes a big one." Ichigo winced at the painful sensation as his stool increased in size, as if tearing his anus. Ichigo started to flex some more, pushing the stick of waste out of his rectum as if he was giving birth. With a loud groan, what followed was a big splash. "Shit, that felt good."

With a large wad of toilet paper, Ichigo reached behind him to thoroughly wipe his entrance before dropping the tissue in the toilet. Tiny beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he gasped for air. Standing up, he flushed the toilet, turning the sink faucet as he lathered his hands in soap and placed them under the running water. "Nothing starts a good morning like cleaning the pipes." Like a typical guy, those morning dumps gave Ichigo great pleasure.

After a nice, hot shower, Ichigo stepped into the hallway again, naked. He was home alone, but even if he wasn't, he had no problem about showcasing eight inches of meat to anyone. Leaving wet footprints, he went back to his bedroom, heading for the drawer. Not bothering to put on a pair of underwear, he slipped into a pair of shorts before throwing on a tank top. "Maybe if I hit the gym, I can burn some of this frustration off."

The cool air conditioning prevented Ichigo from getting any boners during his workout; however, the shorts he changed into it nearly gave everyone an eyeful. He wasn't wearing a cup, so he felt his member sling around and visibly smack against the fabric of his shorts while he ran on the treadmill, catching the attention from the women and even men on the other treadmills. He didn't care though; he wasn't getting an erection.

That was until he saw the woman in front of him on the squat machine. His eyes fixated on her slim, curvy figure, her luscious brown skin, her toned legs equipped with defined calf muscles, her round backside as the focal point of her body. Before Ichigo knew it, he was already pitching a tent; but he wasn't the only one. He looked at his left and right as he saw the other men pitching their own tents, halting their workouts on the treadmills, leaning on the support bars. Ichigo decided to do the same, his eyes focused on the woman's buttocks shaped by her compression shorts that could pass for panties. Her sports bra could barely contain her bust as her nipples were peaking through the fabric.

Before then, every guy on the treadmill had their hands deep into their shorts, fondling with their genitals and jerking on them. For a while, they watch the woman squat over and over again, her grunts and moans arousing them. On her last rep, she released a final moan in unison with the other men. Semen started to trickle down their legs as droplets on the treadmill belt. Ichigo, with the other guys headed for the locker room, who had no shame about leaving their love juices all over the equipment nor pleasuring themselves in public.

Ichigo stepped out of the shower as he was the only guy with a towel around his waist; every guy seemed to be confident and weren't afraid to show what they had. It dawned to him that he should stop being a prude around other men. Changing into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, he walked out of the locker room, unprepared for a kick to the groin. Down to his knees, he looked up; it was the woman from before, dressed in a orange track suit. Her purple hair was tied in a ponytail, and the closer look of her appearance caused Ichigo to jump. "Yoruichi?"

"Don't ever speak to me again, you dog." Yoruichi lifted her legs again for another kick to Ichigo's chin, knocking the boy on his back before stomping off. "I'm so telling Orihime."

Ichigo just laid there on the floor, wincing in pain. "But I didn't do anything..."

Ichigo let the towel drop from his waist and laid down on his bed as he threw the sheets over his body. It was almost July, and the summer was growing hotter.; he was really considering not wearing any clothes around the house for the whole season, starting by sleeping naked. The breeze around his junk was soothing and made sleeping easier. Unfortunately, it made him hornier. Every night was rolling on Ichigo's side so that he wouldn't crush his erection and resisting to play with it.

"This is ridiculous..." Ichigo then glanced at his closed bedroom door at the sound of a groan. He remembered how Isshin ate a piece of bad fish during dinner and had been on the toilet since. The constant groaning, farting, splashing, and flushing was keeping him up all night, and the several f-bombs that Isshin would drop every few minutes or so weren't soothing him to sleep either.

A few hours later, before Ichigo knew it, it was morning. The unpleasant noises had stopped, and Ichigo thought it was safe for him to leave the room. Before he could even get out of bed, the door opened to reveal Isshin, who seemed to be in quite a well condition. "Had fun last night, old man?"

"Sure did. Nothing beats the feeling of taking a nice dump." Isshin slid his hands over his muscled abdomen, as Ichigo noticed Isshin looked a lot slimmer. Then again, he kept having bowel movements, one after another, so it made sense. "It gave the neighbor one hell of a scare, though, but at least it worked the glutes." He turned around, showing Ichigo his muscular buttocks, which almost looked as if they doubled in size.

Ichigo felt his morning wood harden. "Shit, Dad..."

"What? You wish you had buns of steels like these babies?" Isshin gave himself a slap on the rear, shaking his tush right in his son's face with his hands on his hips."I can help you with that. Besides..." He reached under Ichigo's covers and grabbed a hold of his buttocks, causing him to jump. "your trunk is a little empty, anyway."

"Dad, do you mind?" Ichigo started to blush as he felt the rough hand fondle his rear end. Before he knew it, he felt a pair of fingers force themselves into his rectum. "What are you doing?"

"It's that time, Ichigo. A boy your age needs a prostate exam, now relax." Isshin mounted himself on top of Ichigo as his fingers felt warm inside his anal cavity, rubbing against the younger male's prostate gland. Ichigo moaned and winced at the rough sensation, soon no longer feeling anything inside him. "You're in a good condition." He congratulated Ichigo with a hard slap on the ass. "Come on, it's time to turn that ass into a bubble."

Ichigo felt pre-cum leak on his thigh and his member going limp. "What does he mean by that?"