Date: Wed, 9 May 2012 13:53:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Dirty Tommy

Here are a few stories about my sexual experiences with a kid in our
neighborhood that everyone called Dirty Tommy. We all had nicknames at one
time or another, but Tommy's nickname was appropriate for two reasons. One,
he really was dirty and unwashed most of the time. It didn't matter whether
Tommy was in school or playing around the neighborhood; his clothes were
usually rumpled, had grass or dirt stains, and usually had small rips and
tears. His hair usually went in every direction and he was literally a
dirty blonde. Even the freckles on his nose and cheeks made him look like
he was smudged with dirt.  The other reason is nickname was appropriate was
that Tommy really liked to do dirty and nasty things.

I remember one time Tommy and I were playing down by the creek that flowed
behind our neighborhood. We had been playing for over an hour and I felt
like I really had to defecate.

"Tommy, I really have to go home now," I informed him.

"Why? We got all afternoon," Tommy countered reasonably.

"I really have to use the bathroom," I confessed in a bit lower a voice.

"What you talking about? You can take a piss right here. I've seen your
dick hundred times you know," Tommy replied.

"I know, but I really have to take a dump," I said even more quietly.

"You can do it right here. I've done it before," Tommy revealed. "It's no
big deal. There's nobody out here that can see and even if there were,
you'll be squatting down lower than the bank on the side of the stream."

It didn't surprise me that Tommy had done it before and it didn't surprise
me that it was no big deal - for him. It was not something that would have
occurred to me, however. It was unlikely that there was anyone around to
see and Tommy was right that it was unlikely that I would be spotted if
there were.

"I don't know," was my uncertain reply. On one hand, it was definitely
something that I knew I wasn't supposed to do. On the other hand, it was
kinda risky and that had an appeal.

"C'mon, I'll even do it with you if ya want," Tommy volunteered. "Let's go
over by the culvert. We can take a squat down there."

Tommy led the way over to one of the cement drainage culverts that ran into
the stream. These were storm drains about three feet tall and usually had a
small trickle of water running through them.

"First of all, let's pee," Tommy suggested, "that way there's no risk to
getting any on your pants when you're squatting."

It made sense to me. Tommy really seemed to know what he was talking about.
We both unzipped and pulled our dicks out of our jeans. Tommy skinned back
a little and started peeing on the cement wall surrounding the culvert.
Then he started goofing around drawing patterns with the stream of his
piss. I joined in. We were both giggling. This was kinda fun.

"Okay, here's how you do it," Tommy enthusiastically instructed, "first you
lower your jeans and underwear down to your knees. Put your feet on either
side of the water and then squat down holding onto the top of the culvert
with your hands."

Then Tommy put into practice what he had just described. He undid his belt
and pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees. He stepped into the
culvert opening with his feet on both sides of the small trickle of water
that was running over the lip of the culvert and dropping a couple of feet
into the stream. He then squatted down holding onto the top of the culvert
with both of his hands.

When Tommy squatted down I couldn't help noticing a couple of things. One,
his jockey shorts were stained, yellowish in the front pouch and with some
definite brown streaks farther back where they tucked between his cheeks.
Two, when Tommy squatted I had a very clear view of his backside. I could
see everything. I could see his cheeks spread and his puckered anal
opening. I could see brown smears on each side. I could also see Tommy's
pinkish ball sack squeezed between his thighs.

"All right, I'm gonna try and pinch one out. Give me a sec," Tommy's voice
echoed into the dark of the storm drain. I could hear Tommy grunt each time
as he contracted his stomach. As he did, I could see his anus puckering
outward with the pressure. It looked a little purple. When Tommy took
another breath it contracted inward.

"I'm almost there," Tommy groaned, holding his breath.

I could see his opening beginning to expand as he pushed. Then a dark,
pointy tip appeared. Tommy took another breath and bore down. Out came a
knobby, firm turd dilating Tommy's ring.  As it slipped completely out and
splashed into the water a few feet below, I could hear Tommy exhale.

"Whew, I had to work for that one," Tommy said with relief. Tommy carefully
swung himself down from the culvert's opening and pulled up his underwear
and jeans.

"Okay, now it's your turn."

I was a little unsure, but I definitely had to go. I undid my belt buckle
and used my thumbs to pull my pants down on my knees.

"Now step up there and be careful not to get your pants in the water,"
guided Tommy.

I did as I was told, placing my feet on each side of the trickling stream
of water in the culvert.

"Grab onto the rim of the culvert with both hands and don't let go when you
squat down or you'll fall right into the water," warned Tommy.

I held on as I squatted down. I could feel cool draft of air coming down
the culvert. I could feel my ass bare to the world.

"Okay, just like on a toilet, squeeze one out," Tommy directed.

I started bearing down and the stool that had been pressing on my rectum
immediately emerged out of my opening. I took another breath and pushed
again; I could feel each lump as it rhythmically passed my sphincter. It
must've been nearly a foot long. As it splashed into the water below I took
another breath.

"I'm not done ... I've got another one," I tersely informed my playmate.

Again I pushed; my abdomen contracted and again a solid turd quickly came
forth. I felt a little sweaty from my effort, but definitely relieved.

"You were right, you really had to go," affirmed Tommy.

I swung down from the culvert with my pants still around my knees.  It was
then I realized that I would have to pull them up without having wiped.  I
hesitated knowing that there had to be some trace of my quite substantial
and moist bowel movement near my hole.  But, I couldn't just stand there
with my pants down around my knees so I pulled my white cotton briefs up
around my waist. I imagined I felt them sticking in my crack more than
usual. I wondered how dirty they would be when l took them off at home and
whether I might have to hide the evidence of my nasty behavior from my
mom. I pulled my jeans up and buckled my belt. With the seam of the jeans
pressing my cotton briefs between my cheeks, if there were any mess, it
definitely would be spread around in my underwear.

"Feel better now?" Tommy asked with a smile.

"Yeah," I replied. I actually did.

"See, that wasn't any big deal, was it?" Tommy continued in a friendly
tone.

"Yeah, you're right, it wasn't," I agreed. Actually, it was a big deal. I
hadn't done anything that dirty and nasty before, and even though I was
kind of embarrassed, I sort of found it exciting.

"C'mon, let's go play some more," Tommy enthusiastically suggested.

And so we did. As we played for another hour or so down by the creek, I
definitely could feel a stickiness in the seat of my pants. As I moved
around my underwear would cling more than usual. I was aware the whole time
that the space between my butt cheeks seemed to be more slippery than
normal. When I finally got home I went into the bathroom, I closed the door
and took down my pants to see what sort of mess there was in there. There
was definitely a large brown smear that had spread in my undershorts due to
my physical activity down by the creek with Tommy. I could smell not only
what was on my underwear, but also the crack of my own ass. I wiped myself
with some wet toilet paper to clean up. I snuck my dirty underpants down
into the basement laundry room and rinsed them clean, wringing the water
out as best I could. I then tucked them into a basket of dirty laundry that
was to be washed. All this "secret" sneaking around was pretty
exciting. Maybe being dirty and nasty wasn't so bad after all.


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"School Supply Closet"
"The Empty Apartment"