This post reminded me of the fact that I have a strong sexual attraction to diarrhea. Most times when I’m at Taco Bell, I carry a backpack which contains a blender. I normally hide in a stall next to someone who has the hershey squirts so when they leave I can swoop in and fill my blender right up.

After prowling at Taco Bell I go home and blend up my own little shit-smoothie and pour it in my kiddie pool. Sometimes if I’m horny enough I’ll inject some laxatives and proceed to squat down over my shit-pool and release a Niagra Falls of diarrhea. This causes me to pop a boner harder than slavery. After that I’ll fall back into my kiddie pool full of diarrhea and roll around in it like a slutty little fuck-toy pig like at my Uncle John’s farm. After that I stroke my chocolate covered cock until I burst into oblivion, my cock-sauce mixing in with the steamy pond of shit.

About the time I finish with my shitscapade my uncle normally comes home, to which I hide and then ambush him. I jump on his back and put him in a sleeper hold, until he goes to sleep. I strip him naked and spread his cheeks to reveal his crisp, beautiful turdcutter my eyes have ever laid upon. I drag him over to my kiddie-pool and slam his face into the steamy chocolate and inject some laxatives into him and quickly thrust my throbbing, shit-semen covered cock deep into his bootyhole which quickly causes him to wake back up, but he’s not getting away so easily.

I hold his head down while I pound away at his tight puckered anal cavity. He screams and moans with pleasure like the little shit-slut he his, and soon enough a geyser of diarrhea is gushing out all around my shit-covered cock, which makes it convenient because it’s natural lube. I pull my raging hard cock out and slam my face into his ass crack, like a little child having too much fun with the chocolate fountain at Golden Corral. The texture and taste of his excrement sends me straight to Flavortown, but I quickly slip my cock back into his dirt road. Soon enough I’m pumping away deep into his dookie-tube and Uncle John passes out again from pleasure, face down in the kiddie pool.

Afterwards, I use whatever diarrhea is left from the pool and put the remaining shit in some ice trays to freeze, ready to surprise Uncle John with some diarrhea popsicles when he wakes up.