My wife's boss is a cool guy. His name is Al, and before he became my wife's boss he was her equal at the company they work for. Over the years, my wife and I have partied with Al at company functions and have even hung out socially. About three years ago Al had colon cancer, and needed some surgery down there.
About a year ago, my wife and I were invited to a work party at a hotel lounge. Al was now my wife's boss, and when the party ended at about 10 PM Al wanted to keep drinking. Even though it was a work night and we were already drunk, my wife didn't want to refuse her boss -- plus, it was a perfect excuse for her to come in late the next morning, and even better, Al was buying. I am hungover every morning at work anyway, so it didn't matter much to me. So six or seven of us bellied up to the hotel bar.
After a while I had to piss. I knew Al was in the bathroom, and to avoid any one-on-one drunk conversation with him, I tried to wait it out. After another ten minutes my bladder was killing me and I couldn't take the pain, so I went to the bathroom. I entered, went to a urinal, and started to drain my lizard.
All of a sudden I heard painful moaning and heavy breathing coming from a stall. This went on for a minute or so. And then I heard "Goddammit." It was Al's voice. I don't know if his colon operation it caused him painful evacuations, or if he has always shat like that, or if he was giving birth, but I felt embarrassment. No fucking way did I want him to open that stall door and see me standing there after hearing his performance.
I tried to piss as fast as I could, but my bladder was full. I heard him fumbling with the toilet roll and panicked. I didn't even shake my dick or wash my hands -- I zipped up on the fly and got the hell out of there.
So this is a new twist on Shameful Shitting... being embarrassed by someone else blasting a nasty load.
-- Doniker [1]
Like Doniker? He's featured in The Journal of Ass Production [2]!