Friday, June 1, 2018

Not Exactly As Planned

If you've read any of my previous posts you probably know that I sometimes like to "stink my pants". Yes, that's correct. I am now 62 years old and I still enjoy filling my panties with creamy stink. In my warped desires, I especially enjoy doing it in public places and one of my favorite public pants pooping activities is messing my pants while on a bicycle ride. When I have the desire for this type of fun the most essential part of fulfilling my desire is to wait until I have an extreme urge for a BM. My desire is always to really "FILL" my pants so it is important to wait until I have a big poo wanting to come out. So when the opportunity arrives, I put on my panties and plastic pants (for protection) under my shorts or sweats depending on the time of year for my ride. I then insert a suppository in my butt then head out for my fun. I ride until I can no longer control my bowels then stop for long enough to fill my panties with stink. I then get back on my bike and enjoy the feeling of a large creamy poo spreading up my butt crack and between my legs. While I know that what I've done is usually not noticeable, it excites me to ride past unsuspecting females along the trail while wearing panties full of stink!

One day earlier this spring everything was in place for me to have a very fun bike ride including an extremely strong urge for a BM. I hadn't had one in two days and I knew for certain this one was going to be a pants filler. I prepared in my usual manner and being that it was a cool morning I wore sweats over my floral print cotton panties and plastic pants. I headed out on my bike ride and when I reached the three mile mark from my home the tire on my bicycle suddenly went completely flat. The suppository in my rectum was already working and I was starting to feel the need to make a big stink. With the flat tire I had no option but to begin walking and pushing my bike for the three miles back to my house. Now while this may sound ideal for someone who desires to poop their pants in public it was not the best situation. While the first half mile of my walk would be on a trail, the last two and a half miles would be walking through various neighborhoods. I knew the potential would be there for someone to offer to "give me a ride" home in their vehicle, possibly even someone who knew me so I certainly did not want to be in a situation where that occurred and my pants were full of stink. At that moment I decided that I had to somehow hold my BM until I got back home.

For the first mile I had no problem but then my need to poop started getting quite urgent. I was really having to concentrate on keeping my sphincter tight and not allowing any stink to escape into my pants. There were a couple times that I had to just stop walking and sit down on my bike seat to try and get myself under control. After walking nearly two miles I could tell I wasn't going to be able to last much longer. I suddenly felt a small amount of soft mushy stink push into my butt crack and again had to stop walking to keep from totally filling my pants. I didn't make it much longer. While standing and waiting to cross a busy intersection I felt another small amount of stink pushing out but that time I couldn't get it stopped and suddenly I was standing there completely filling my panties with stink! It was soft and warm, and it was a massive amount. I could feel a huge bulge hanging in the seat of my sweatpants and there was no hiding it. If anyone saw me at that moment they would know I had a big pile of stink in my pants. I immediately started pushing on the bulge with my hand trying to spread it out so it was less noticeable and while that helped it seemed that it was still pretty obvious that I had pooped my pants. After getting across the intersection I decided to sit down on my bike seat to really squish the bulging load in my pants. That seemed to accomplish what I needed to do as my stink spread between my legs and all the way up my butt crack. I got off the bike seat then nervously walked the remaining mile home while hoping that I didn't run into anyone I knew.

I made it home without any problem and once I had arrived I got very aroused by thinking about what had happened. It certainly was not what I had planned but still it was exciting. Once I was in the safety of my garage I sat back down on my bike seat in my stink filled panties. I then masturbated and soaked my panties with cum.

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Recently Having Fantasies About My Mom

I'm certain that every young boy at some time during his pubescent years masturbated while fantasizing about his mother.  I know I did multiple times and continued to do so on occasion through my teenage years. My loving mother passed away over twenty-seven years ago and it had been over forty years since I last had any fantasies involving her.

My mom was not a beauty queen. She was thirty-eight in 1955 when I was born and I was the last of her five children. I would describe her as your average stay at home mother from the era of the fifties and sixties. She was overweight with lots of cellulite in her thighs and in her big white butt. While growing up I often saw her in her bra and panties but I also have vivid memories of seeing her bare butt a number of times. I also recall how I often enjoyed getting wonderful views of her butt through her nightgowns. Whenever she would bend over in her silky white nightgowns, her butt and crack were always quite visible. It was those visions in my mind of her butt that would get me aroused when I fantasized. The following picture is not my mom the resemblance is remarkable and I find it to be very sexy. 



Recently I had been communicating with another older perverted guy like myself and we began telling each other intimate stories from our childhood about our mothers. Those stories and thinking about the events brought back all kinds of memories and of the fantasies that I had of my mom when I was young. One morning after that I was laying in bed thinking of those fantasies and strangely I felt myself getting aroused. I couldn't believe what was happening but it didn't take long before I was fully erect. I pulled the covers down and watched myself as I began to rub and stroke my excited wee-wee just like I used to do when I was a young boy. I was envisioning my mom's big creamy white butt in her panties and I was masturbating my excited wee-wee. I'm 62 years old and what I was doing didn't seem right yet I couldn't make myself stop. I was as hard as I could possibly be and then the inevitable happened. I felt that wonderful feeling in my wee-wee as I stroked myself then I watched a thick load of creamy cum squirt on my belly. It was one of the most intense "cums" that I've had recently. Afterwards I felt like I had done something wrong and very perverted. My mom has long been deceased and I just masturbated while fantasizing about her! I wondered what would make me do that but I had no answer. What may be even stranger is that I have done the same thing a few times since and with the same results. I feel like such a pervert!