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The Men of the Village
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I remember life in the village and the fun times with my neighbors back in the day. Men’s fashion back then was simple. The men of the village wore ruffled light shirts and colorful coats. Pants were leather or linen, lined on the inside. The typical one-piece undergarment opened from the front. Because accessing the back side was so inconvenient, a running gag among villagers said it would solve the problem if everyone just pooped their pants.
There’s a grain of truth in every joke. Pants makers were well-aware of the tendency among guys to soak their pants because the lining could absorb so much urine. The tendency eventually spread to working folk who realized that every minute not spent inside of a latrine was golden. Health improved as more people realized the benefits of staying hydrated, and that wetting your pants was a pleasant way to stay cool in the summer. I think this was right around the time that adult sized diapers and rubber pants were becoming popular. Makers didn’t know what to make of the exploding demand for them.
One day, my two neighbors and I all agreed that it was okay to piss our pants. It was a hot summer day and we were laying on the grass, talking about girls we fancied, when I heard hissing and a glistening wet spot appeared on one of the brothers’ pants. I was about to make fun of him, but then the other brother started doing the same and not even acknowledging it. It was a strange moment. I’d witnessed their “accidents” from a distance before, but this was the first time I was talking to them as it was happening. I was squirming myself. I asked why they wet their pants and they said it beats going to the latrines. Just like that. Their logic made perfect sense. I relaxed and started peeing my own pants, and we got back to our conversation.
Weeks passed and the neighbors and I became close friends. I remember hanging out with them behind the stone wall in our wet pants. I got semi-hard after the last few drops when I realized I had to do the other thing. I told them I had to head back home to poop and it was really urgent. They looked amused, and argued that: even if I made it in time, I’d still have to undo my undergarments. It was the running gag in the village, but it was also true. Again their logic made perfect sense. I was squeezing my butt cheeks together while pushing at the same time. Suddenly I felt this enormous mass of shit filling every space in my undergarments. I saw the two brothers grinning with joy while staring at my back side. I wasn’t done. “Nnnnngghh!!!” A long cluster of turds extruded out of my anus, piling up like a train wreck in my already shit-filled underwear. I’d never felt anything so orgasmic as emptying my bowels in my pants. The brothers had the biggest smile on their faces staring at the bulge in the back of my pants. Their smiles turned to deep concentration, and I heard muffled filling noises coming from their back sides. Clearly they’d both done this before. A lot. Since that day, none of us would see the insides of a latrine ever again.
I started wearing leather pants so strangers couldn’t tell when I peed and pooped in them. The village blacksmith would make fun of me being such a prude. He wore faded, yellowed, blue linen pants and he didn’t care how wet and messy they were. The blacksmith was a hard-working mountain of a man. He couldn’t even fit through the door of any latrine I’ve ever seen, so he just had to pee and poop in his pants. You’d hear “Tssss” as drops of piss splashed over the white-hot workpiece. His wet spot would glisten every few seconds as he banged away on the anvil.
One time, the blacksmith noticed that I kept staring at his wet pants. It was just the two of us, so he whipped it out, still urinating heavily. Instinctively I got down on my knees and opened my mouth. His piss tasted so good I just kept swallowing. I’d never done that before. The stream stopped. I was staring cross-eyed at his enormous shaft swinging an inch from my face. I kept my mouth open, tongue out, and eyes closed after he finished. I felt the head getting closer to my nose and I was so hard without even touching myself. I knew exactly what to do even though it was the first time. It was like my lips had a mind of their own. He placed his hand on the back of my head, caressing my feathered blond hair before thrusting his hip. I worshiped his thick cock and his perfect balls tasted so good. While fucking my face, he casually put some tobacco in his pipe and lit it, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation in his work-filled day. I felt every contraction when he came. My mouth got full so I started gulping and swallowing his seed instinctively. Some of it was more gooey, some more liquid. I kept playing with it with my tongue, fascinated with the texture and taste of it. He handed me his pipe and I inhaled deeply, then he pulled down my pissed pants and I shoved my cock in his mouth. I’d fucked girls before, but seeing this huge guy on all fours sucking the every drop of cum out of my cock made me feel so good. I came like a bull and he swallowed it all. I still loved the ladies, of course, but now I knew that real men also sucked and fucked each other. I couldn’t wait to tell the neighbors.
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Posted on : Aug 4, 2018
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