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"Ngghh." A soft grunt escaped Crutchie's lips as he released the air in his lungs. The weight of a few days worth of waste sat uncomfortably in his rectum but it wouldn't move out any further despite his effort.
He reshuffled himself on the seat, his ass going numb from how long he'd already been sitting there. Closing his eyes, he took some deep breaths and tried to relax. Thankfully, he had the two-seater outhouse behind the lodge all to himself which meant he could take as much time as he needed.
When the pressure began to increase in his abdomen after a few minutes, Crutchie pushed again. "Nngh." That time, he felt movement.
He balled his hands into fists and pushed again. "Nnnngh!" As he strained, the tip of a large mass slowly began to protrude. A small, pebble-sized piece broke off and landed in the hole beneath him.
Crutchie clenched his asshole around the protrusion, resulting in the rest of the tip falling into the abyss. The remainder of the mass was still stuck in his rectum, no longer poking out.
Determined to make more progress, Crutchie heaved another push. "Nnngh." Nothing happened. He tried again without any success.
Crutchie sighed in frustration. He was tempted to give up and try again later, already having spent far more time in the outhouse than he'd expected to, but the feeling of a big shit lodged just inside of his asshole was awfully unpleasant and he just wanted to get it out of him.
With a deep breath, Crutchie gripped onto the front of the bench and strained hard against the stubborn load. "Nnnnnnghh!" The mass continued to move downward until the tip was barely peeking out once again.
Crutchie had just run out of air and was preparing himself for another attempt when the door to the outhouse suddenly flew open, startling him. He barely recognized the blur that was Davey Jacobs as he ran in and slammed himself onto the empty seat to Crutchie's left.
"Ohhhh!" Davey moaned as he immediately began releasing a torrent of diarrhea. He looked awful, hunched over, holding his stomach as it forcefully emptied its contents.
Crutchie winced. "Are you okay?" he asked, quickly leaning forward and closing the door that Davey had neglected to in his rush.
"Yeah. Sorry," Davey breathed once the diarrhea subsided a little. "My stomach does this sometimes when I'm stressed." A watery fart escaped him which seemed to signify the start of another round. "I'm so sorry," he repeated.
"It's alright," Crutchie smiled. "It happens." He'd been in that situation plenty of times before himself so he really couldn't judge, and ultimately, he was just glad that Davey wasn't sick. Although, Crutchie did wish that he hadn't closed the door with how quickly the smell was starting to fill the small space. He had to breathe through his mouth to keep from gagging. It was bad, but even worse were the sounds coming from both ends of his poor friend.
"Mmmmhhh," Davey groaned as liquid shit continued to pour out of him, accompanied by noisy gas.
As miserable as Davey sounded, Crutchie kind of envied how easily his load was coming out. He had gotten so distracted, he almost forgot about his own shit which was still wedged in his rectum. He tried pushing a few more times, punctuating each one with a soft grunt. "Nnh...... Hmmph...... Nnggh." Sharing a two-seater outhouse with a lodge full of newsboys had eradicated any trace of toilet-shyness Crutchie may have once had, so he really didn't care if Davey heard him. He doubted he could anyway over his own noise.
Eventually though, the noise to Crutchie's left died down before he was able to make any more progress.
"All done?" Crutchie asked, looking over at Davey.
Davey shook his head and gripped his belly even tighter. A loud gurgle was heard from it as another intense wave erupted from him.
"Ohhhahhohhh!" Davey whimpered. Tears began to cascade down his cheeks.
"Are you crying because it hurts or because you're embarrassed?" Crutchie asked, concerned.
"Both," Davey cried.
“Awh, Davey.” Crutchie felt terrible for him. He knew Davey was still getting used to sharing an outhouse with the other boys, and while the two had been in there together a handful of times before, it was never when his stomach was upset. And, boy, was it upset. Crutchie didn't want to imagine the pain he must be in. He slung his left arm around Davey's back and rubbed his shoulder gently.
"It's okay," Crutchie reminded him. He carefully placed his free hand on top of Davey's upset belly, keeping it still and letting the warmth soothe the cramps.
Davey leaned into the touch with a sigh. All the while, wave after wave of sludgy shit continued to spew out of him. It began to ease up after some time, but Crutchie could tell by the way Davey's insides were still rumbling beneath his hand that he was far from finished.
"You said this happens when you get stressed," Crutchie commented. "What are you stressed about?"
"I'm just having a bad day selling," Davey replied. "Usually, I'd have sold all of my papers by now but I haven't even sold half."
"Ah, I see," Crutchie nodded. Another situation he'd found himself in several times before.
"I just don't wanna disappoint my folks," Davey continued.
"I'm sure they'll understand," Crutchie assured. "Maybe Les had better luck."
"Yeah, maybe," Davey responded.
Their conversation ended as Davey released more diarrhea into the hole below. Crutchie continued to comfort him through each wave. They seemed to get shorter and less frequent as time went on. The rumbling in Davey's stomach had calmed down considerably, too.
"I think that might be the end of it," Davey noted. He gave a slight push to test his theory.
"That's good!" Crutchie rejoiced, giving Davey a few celebratory pats on the back.
"I think I'll stay here for a while, though. Just to be sure."
"Go right on ahead," Crutchie insisted. With Davey no longer needing him, he repositioned himself on the bench, ready to get back to his own business.
Davey stood to wipe, then sat back down. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to," he said.
"Oh, it's okay," Crutchie replied. "I, uhh... ain't exactly done yet either."
"Oh," Davey echoed. "Sorry. I'll get going then and give you some privacy." He started to stand again but Crutchie stopped him.
"You can stay, I don't mind," Crutchie assured him.
Davey offered him a thankful smile and made himself comfortable again.
Crutchie gave a gentle push to try and get things moving. When that proved to be unsuccessful, he inhaled a deep breath and heaved a more forceful push. "Nnnhh," he grunted when he ran out of air. He sat quietly for a moment, hoping the pressure from earlier would return and the shit would start moving on its own but nothing happened. He tried another long push. "Nnnnnnghh."
"Are you constipated, Crutchie?" Davey asked.
Crutchie nodded. He grabbed the front of the bench like he had before and pushed hard. "Nnnnnngghh!" The tip of his stuck shit moved out a little further as he pushed but the progress was lost when he stopped. He tried again. "Hnnnnnngghh!" The same thing happened. "Damn," he sighed.
"You must really be stopped up," Davey remarked.
"Yeah," Crutchie panted. "I got the end out but I can't get it the rest of the way."
"Well, maybe I can help," Davey suggested.
Crutchie looked over at him.
"You know, since you helped me," he added with a shrug.
"What are you gonna do?" Crutchie asked tentatively.
Davey sucked in his bottom lip and thought for a moment. "Do you mind if I unbutton your shirt?" he asked.
Crutchie shook his head and leaned back on his hands, giving Davey access to his midsection.
Davey shifted closer and slowly undid each button until Crutchie's slightly distended belly was visible to both of them. Crutchie wriggled his arms out of his sleeves and discarded his shirt on the floor entirely so Davey could have a better look, leaving him practically naked.
"I'm going to give you a stomach massage to help your body move the waste out," Davey explained. "Okay?"
Crutchie nodded.
Using both hands, Davey pressed the tips of his fingers firmly into the right side of Crutchie's belly, then slowly rolled the weight to the heels of his palms on the left side.
The action was painful for Crutchie but he bit his lip to keep from showing it. He tensed his muscles and tried pushing to see if it was helping.
"Don't push just yet," Davey cautioned. "Just try and relax."
Crutchie released his breath with a quiet sigh and closed his eyes, doing his best to comply.
Davey repeated the motion several times over the next few minutes until his own belly started to grumble again. "Hold on," he gasped before quickly resituating himself over the other hole and pushing. "Unhh!" Thankfully, all that needed to come out was gas.
The stomach massage resumed. Davey's hands were delicate yet steady as they kneaded Crutchie's tender belly. Crutchie could feel the pressure in his abdomen building. He breathed through the discomfort until a sharp cramp caused his breath to hitch.
"Is it moving?" Davey asked.
"Not yet, but it feels like it's about to," Crutchie reported through gritted teeth.
"Okay, now you can push," Davey instructed, pulling his hands away.
Crutchie straightened his posture and pushed hard. "Nnnnnnh!" His asshole stretched as more of the log began to crackle out but it stopped moving after a few inches. It was wide, forcing Crutchie open painfully. He grabbed onto the bench and pushed even harder. "Hnnnnnhhhh!" The obstruction stayed in place.
Though his eyes were closed, Crutchie felt Davey place a supportive hand on his shoulder as he continued to push. "Nnnnngghh!"
"Is it coming out?" Davey asked?
"It's trying to but it can't," Crutchie panted. "It's too big." He could feel his muscles pushing involuntarily against the blockage, desperately trying to release it, but his asshole wasn't dilated enough to accommodate it, though it already felt like it was being stretched to its limit.
"Try moving your hips further apart, like this," Davey advised. He pushed his pants from his shins to his ankles to demonstrate, spreading his hips wide while still keeping his feet together. "That'll give it more room."
Crutchie copied Davey's position and tried again. Davey slid his hand down to the small of Crutchie's back and rubbed it gently in circles while he pushed. "Nnnnnggghh!" Nothing. Sweat was beginning to drip down Crutchie's forehead as he heaved another push. "Hnnnnngghhh!"
"Did that help?" Davey asked.
"No," Crutchie groaned.
"Okay," Davey said, clearly trying not to panic. "Maybe try bending over and grabbing your ankles?"
Crutchie did as instructed. It wasn't a comfortable position by any means, but he was so desperate for relief he didn't care.
"Oh my god, Crutchie!" Davey suddenly exclaimed. "It's huge!" Crutchie hadn't realized just how exposed he was in this position, but his ass was more in the air than on the seat at this point.
"Uh huh," Crutchie agreed, knowing all too well just how massive it was.
"I've never seen a turd that big before," Davey gaped.
None of this was new information to Crutchie. He gripped his ankles tight and pushed again. "Nnnnnrrrrggggh!" His ass trembled from the effort but the shit barely moved.
Crutchie began to cry despite himself.
"It's okay," Davey consoled, rubbing his back some more.
"It hurts!" Crutchie wept.
"I know," Davey cooed. With his hand still on Crutchie's back, Davey leaned forward to be closer to his face. "I think you almost got it. Keep going."
"Hmmmmmmph!"
"That's it. Go on," Davey encouraged while Crutchie continued to push.
"Mmmuuuuuuuhhh!"
"There you go."
"Hrrrrrrnnnnnnnhh!... Nnnuuuuuugggghh! OW!"
The protrusion had grown both in length and diameter, causing Crutchie a lot of pain. He noticed that Davey's hand was no longer on his back. "Davey!" he wailed, calling out for him.
"Sorry, Crutchie, I—" Davey's voice came from further away before the unmistakable sounds of another diarrhea attack filled the outhouse. "Ohhhhohh!" he moaned.
"Mmmmhuuunhh!" Crutchie moaned too as both boys grappled with their painful loads.
"Push really hard, Crutchie," Davey urged, still in the midst of shitting so it came out like a whine.
Crutchie bore down with all of his strength. "UNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHH!" The log grew even wider as another inch moved out, stretching Crutchie open to an impossible degree. "AH!" he shrieked. He wished Davey could help him but he was still busy shitting his brains out.
Unable to stand the pain any longer, Crutchie reached behind him, keeping his head between his knees, and grabbed his ass cheeks with his hands. He pulled them apart in a desperate attempt to open himself up more and heaved another massive push.
"URRRRNNNNNNNRRRRNNNUUUUGGGHHHHH!"
Crutchie had managed to propel the fattest part of the blockage past his burning asshole. "Ohhh, owww!" he moaned as it finally tapered off and landed in the hole beneath him at last. Relief washed over him as he tried to catch his breath.
"Are you okay?" Davey asked.
Crutchie unfolded himself to a normal sitting position and looked over at Davey who was waiting for an answer with wide eyes.
"Yeah," Crutchie panted. "Yeah, I think so. Are you?"
"Yeah," Davey replied with a weak smile, but it quickly faded when another round of soft shit escaped him.
Crutchie couldn't help but feel like he caused this, seeing how stressed Davey had been while trying to help him and now knowing what stress does to his stomach. Leaning over, he returned his hand to Davey's belly just as he had before. He was exhausted and in pain, very much still trying to recover from his own ordeal, but he still wanted to help his friend.
Davey must have sensed his exhaustion. He wrapped his arm around Crutchie and guided his head to rest on his shoulder, then rubbed his back in slow, soothing circles.
They stayed that way, comforting each other until Davey felt finished. This bout wasn't nearly as long nor as severe as the one earlier, only lasting a few minutes.
"Are you sure that's all of it?" Crutchie asked.
"I'm pretty sure," Davey replied. "I don't think there could possibly be anything left in me."
Both boys chuckled as they stood to wipe. Crutchie finished first, then put his shirt back on while he waited for Davey.
"Thanks for helping me out," Crutchie said once both boys were redressed and ready to go, breaking the silence that had fallen. "I, uhh... really needed it."
"I was just returning the favor," Davey shrugged. "You were a big help to me, too. Thank you."
They exchanged smiles as they left the outhouse and made their way to the lodge for a much needed glass of water.