Paul's Show

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Paul's Show

I am a photographer from Germany having a small studio in a self-organised cultural centre.

Due to the character of this centre I meet a lot of pepole. Most of them are open minded and as I'm always looking for nice guys to take photos off, maybe also nude fotos, I take my chance on asking the ones I find interesting for me among the crowd that is hanging out there.

I rally like to take photos off skinny young men and found some really attractive guys meeting this interest over there.

One of them is Paul. A nice, real skinny guy with long, brown, curly hair in his early twenties. He is engaging himself in an independent bookstore in the cultural centre.

Since I asked him the first time for this, we had different shootings over the period of five years.

Paul is acting a bit goofy but makes an excellent model for my purposes. At first he was a bit shy acting in front of my camera but after some shootings he had no problem showing his naked body for me.

He is quite open about his body and his sexuality, but describes himself as heterosexual. Me being gay is no problem for him.

It is quite fun working with him because his body shows nearly no fat at all and displays his young muscles so clearly that it is a pleasure modelling the light on his skin and taking pictures of this.

Even his little butt appears only to consist of muscles and skin, sporting two fleshy bubbles witch don't really touch in his ass crack.

This catched my eye right on the first time I saw his butt naked.

We did a series of hot pictures of his ass in different positions. On some of them he had to bend forward or take positions with his legs that made his crack parts really fast and in the right position also really wide. He has litte body hair. So I've been offered some excellent looks on his asshole and I must say that he has a really nice one.

Of course the photos I made only show an attractive, muscular butt where the light sets his crack in shadow leaving it to the phantasy of the viewer what might be hiding inside. But I could clearly see what he was hiding in his sexy trench.

The skin in his crack is pigmented darker and features quite prominent, deep folds that lead to his sphincter like rays of a star. His hole seems to be adapted to open quite wide concerning the size of this anal ring. I would have expected a hole like this on a much bigger guy who is working on his hole with big dildos, but not on a skinny guy, six foot high at roughly 110 pounds who is happy to have a nice girlfriend.

I never commented on this anatomical feature of his even as he received a lot of comments on his body from me. I didn't want to spoil is willingness to be photographed naked by me.

Paul being so skinny is quite fascinating. Most young men develop a heavier body scheme at some point of their life but not him. I was wondering how he managed to do so.

I found out about this in an occasional chat with his girlfriend. She complained that he always forgets to eat. She said that she always has to remind him to eat. If he's alone he nearly eats nothing for days. He simply doesn't remark being hungry. She told when she prepares a meal for him he wolfs down that food like he hasn't eaten for weeks and that it's quite annoying that he doesn't take much care of himself on this point.

Well better for me and my photography...

On one of our shootings he surprised me with his belly popping out of his body like he had swallowed a soccer-ball. I didn't expect this because this part of his body is normally more than flat so one could easily see the bones of his pelvic bones stick out at his hips. Now his belly formed a feisty bulge popping out right above his genitals forming a wide curve up to his ribcage. His stringy six-pack stretched hard over his bloat and some remarkable veins could be see snaking under is skin.

I commented that this time his belly is catching my eye but he only reacted with kind of a smile and said, 'oh, we had a big pizza yesterday evening and I must have eaten a bit too much of it.'

So, I decided to take some nice macro photos of the muscles and veins being so prominently visible in the skin stretching out around his navel.

At some point of the shooting he excused himself for the toilet. We took a break and he disappeared for quite a long time.

He retuned after about twenty minutes with an embarrassed face, telling me that the toilet flush hasn't worked properly. It turned out the there were works on the water pipes in front of the house and actually there was no water available for flushing.

I said to him that I will flush his leftovers away by the time we're back on water and that this should be no problem for me.

We continued with our photos, but my topic for this day had somehow changed because now his belly was as skinny as it usually was at our meetings before.

After we finished taking pictures he left for his home and I closed my shop. The first thing to do for me was checking out the toilet. There I found quite a surprise. Paul left a wide, dark, knobbly turd that blocked the water pipe snaking up to the border of the porcelain. In Germany the pipes for toilets are four inched wide. The knobbly tip of his turd was so wide that it didn't even enter the pipe! Additionally there were some big shit-balls at the size of apples floating around in the water. So that's what he was hiding in this bloating belly!

He was quite right to say that he had problems flushing his shit -- but this wouldn't even be solvable with a working water supply.

His leftovers gave me instant excitement. I like men with constipation but i wouldn't have expected him to be a candidate for this. What a pity that he had to work this out all alone. But in the end he wouldn't be interested in my company in doing so.

Besides my excitement I now had some delicate work to do. I grabbed a plastic bag I found in my studio and fetched his shit out of the toilet. His shit balls were heavy and hard like stones -- to my surprise they didn't smell at all. After I had them all in the bag, I put it aside and went for the turd. I really needed both hands to take this monster out. It was as long as my forearm and was hard like wood. Pauls shit was so dense that it was not easy to break into pieces. In the end I had a plastic bag full of his shit and threw it in a waste basket on my way home.

During the following days I had several flashbacks thinking of him working a shit of this size out of his skinny butt. Of course I knew what his hole was looking like but I didn't expect it to stretch to such a width.

These thoughts and some more were a returning topic in my masturbating phantasies during the next weeks.

Some weeks after we took the belly pictures I was in a meeting with him and others at the cultural centre. We were sitting on couches around a narrow table and the idea came up that we might order something to eat. I wasn't hungry but he announced that he was hungry like hell and ordered a big pizza and a salad. As we were waiting for the order to arrive he was lying back in the couch. Under his hoody I remarked his belly bloating again. Like at the last time it was sticking out of his slim body like he was hiding a ball under the fabric.

As the food arrived Paul bent forward and ate like he hasn't eaten for weeks. I stayed in my laid back position, sitting at his side and enjoying the sight how the fabric of his joggers were stretching over his skinny butt. The sight alone was really erotic and I could not take my eyes off his back.

Suddenly I saw that the bottom of his pants bulging right between his ass cheeks - obviously something was going on at his asshole!

The bulge disappeared slowly after standing out for some seconds.

He stuffed himself with pizza as if nothing unusual was going on with his body.

Then the bulge pushed out again - it looked like he had an apple stuck between his butt cheeks. He had just eliminated the pizza and went for his salad.

This time the bulge stayed prominently at the bottom of his trousers for a minute or so.

As he continued eating his salad, I could not tear my eyes off his ass.

While the wolfed down his salad he was offered slices of pizza from others at the table to try out their taste. He took them thankfully mentioning that he was really hungry.

I kept my eyes nailed on his butt. He was still sitting bent over like people do when they are sitting on a sofa trying to eat things that are in front of them on a low table.

The salad was almost eaten when the bulge appeared again and it seemed to be pushing out much more than before. He stopped eating and sat up hastily in a very straight position. Due to the change in posture, the bulge was now pressed into the seat cushion. He sat like this for a while, then burped loudly - everyone laughed and he went back to his food.

Paul was close to finishing his salat when the seat of his pants began to push out again, This time the bulge appeared wider and slower than the times before.

He continued on his food as if nothing happened. Meanwhile, there was a lot of movement under the fabric of his jogging bottoms. Every time the bottom of his pants bulged, the bulge retracted a few seconds later - only to become visible again shortly afterwards. I was so captivated by the spectacle that I wouldn't have noticed an UFO landing in the room at that moment!

As he continued to eat, the rhythm of bulging and retracting accelerated from once every ten to fifteen seconds to what felt like every five seconds.

Suddenly he sat up and pressed his butt into the sofa. He stayed like this with a concentrated and a little unhappy face. Then he went back to the rest of his salad. As he bent forward this time there was no trench left visible between his little ass-cheeks. His butt was tapering to the bulge that prominently stretched the fabric of his jogging trousers. Even under that thick fabric his asshole could be seen contracting -- he must have a quite strong sphincter.

He wolfed down the last pieces of his food and announced that he had to go to the bathroom. Hastily he made his way there and disappeared for half an hour.

When he came back, he seemed exhausted and said that there was not toilet paper left.

I pretended that I also had to go to the bathroom and could well take a new roll. The sight I was offered on the toilet was clear. His shit had left a skid mark on its way that was a good three inches wide and stretched in that width all the way to the drain.

I cleaned his mess, replaced the toilet roll and decided that I had to have an eye on him and his bowel habits.

It seems that he not only eats very little and irregularly, he apparently also forgets to go to the toilet - or perhaps has no urge to do so.

For me it seems that he holds his shit back to the point where his bowels are filled to bursting and his belly is visibly bulging. This should be a good indicator for me to find out about his rhythm.

As we were working in the same area I usually met him two to three times a week on different occasions. By checking out his belly I found out that it is slowly growing during four or three weeks until it was back skinny. He liked to wear floppy shits or hoodies and trousers with elastic bands like joggers or gym pants. Thee might feel comfortable for him but maybe he had also adapted to the changing size of his waist by this.

For a long time I had no naked encounter with Paul.

In the summer time of that year we went on a bike tour together and stayed overnight at a campsite.

We met at the cultural centre and loaded our stuff on the bicycles. We were quite finished with this as he said that he might go to the toilet before we start our tour.

So he went into the place for his business. He stayed for about five minutes and returned with a kind of annoyed face.

As I asked him what's the matter, he told me that some guy is blocking the toilet having a case of severe diarrhea. I proposed that we might wait some longer until the toilet is free again but he was more like -- I don't want to use it after a person with diarrhea and it's okay if I take my shit later.

As he mounted the saddle of his bicycle I noticed that his belly was extremely clearly visible through his fluttering T-shirt - to me it seemed much thicker than usual. Of course, this is especially noticeable at a person who is otherwise very skinny.

The shiny fabric of his gym shorts stretched over his bony ass cheeks as he mounted the saddle. For a moment I thought I saw a bulge between his ass cheeks, then his ass pressed against the leather and he moaned silently.

At the beginning of our tour he seemed to press his butt against the saddle. You know, a person riding a bike is somehow moving the butt together with the legs but his butt stayed static and only the legs moved. Half an hour later he was back to normal movement sequences.

On the tour he was definitely not the type who occasionally gets out of the saddle to stand on the pedals. He just stayed seated, regardless of whether we were riding on smooth roads or bumpy country lanes.

We took two breaks on the way to have a snack. Each time he was kind in a hurry to quickly sit down.

During the day we didn't find a place that met to his idea of a toilet. I regretted that but he said it wasn't a problem for him. And it really doesn't seem so until we continued with our tour after the second break.

We had rested on some big stones lying close to our track, enjoying the sun and eating some sweets. During our conversation he responded slower than normal and hat a concentrated look on his face as if he was thinking about something else.

As we prepared to continue he hastily stood up, announced "let's go ahead to our destination," stepped over to his bike and mounted on the saddle. He did it so suddenly and fast that he left his saddlebag behind. When I pointed this out to him, he asked me, a little embarrassed, if I could take it to his bike. 'Because he is already sitting so well...'

I took it to him and attached it to the luggage rack. Meanwhile, he hung on his saddle with his legs bent, so that it pressed firmly between his ass cheeks. We continued riding and after two more hours we arrived at the campground in the late afternoon

There he could hardly wait to get to the toilets - I myself also had some urge and so we ended up in two neighboring cabins.

The place was silent and with me sitting in the stall right next to him is was easy to listen - and of course I listened ;-)

For a while there was nothing to hear except the splashing of urine. Then small, hard pieces fell on the porcelain - they fell sporadically and he grunted softly. Then he had to try harder - but nothing happened at first. Then I heard several sounds as if something heavy was falling in the porcelain - almost like the sound when horse droppings fall on the ground, but much slower. He was breathing heavily between the "detonations"

Then there was a pause - I didn't want to be remarked by him as being completely silent, so I wiped my butt, flushed, and left the stall to wash my hands. The water ran very quietly and there was no other noise in the washroom.

Paul had apparently had just taken a break. Now he grunted softly and I heard a loud splash - apparently he had shat so much that his turds began falling in the pipe. The noise of big pieces hitting the water could be heard quite loud.

Then he fiddled with the toilet paper.

Someone came into the toilet house and I decided that I should go out and wait at our bikes.

A few minutes after me, my Paul came out of the toilet-house and noted with consternation that the flush on the toilet did not work. He seemed to be ashamed of it. I had to go to the reception anyway and pay for the space we had booked for the night. So I pretended that I would report the defect on this opportunity.

Of course, I first returned to the toilet after he headed to the place where we would set up our tents.

It turned out that the issues of my companion had already been noticed - a few teenagers hooted loudly around what that a horse must have shat in the cabin.

When they saw me coming into the toilet house they ran out laughing hysterically and I was alone.

They were right - what was towering in the toilet bowl was worthy of a horse. The chunks that piled up in the toilet were each about two inches thick and looked like they were lined up in his gut - almost round balls with two flattened sides facing each other. I saw about ten of these things stuck in the bowl and down the drain. I would not have expected such a performance from him. I don't remember his shit smelling - maybe because it was very dry?

By the way, it was real luck that I could see it so well - at the campsite there were probably problems with the drains, which is why they wanted you to throw the used toilet paper into a trash can instead of the toilet because otherwise the pipes would get clogged. So his products were nor covered by toilet paper. They had set up a note reminding you to do this but I was sure this time the toilet won't be clogged by paper :-)

Again people came into the toilet - I told them that there was a defective toilet in that stall and I would therefore tell the reception. The operators of the campsite cursed when I gave them the "good news" - apparently this happened often...

When I arrived at our camping-space he hat already mounted our tents. He asked if I had informed the reception and was very relieved when I could confirm this to him.

We didn't exchange more words about the event. We continued and finished our tour the next day - no surprise that on that day he was a lot more relaxed.

We talked about taking photos together some time soon but Our time schedule didn't allow a date till the end of the year.

That winter it became really cold over here with temperatures far below freezing. This gave me the idea to spend a day in the sauna. I was able to inspire skinny Paul for this plan.

In our town there is a public bath with a large sauna area - we went there for a few hours and tried out different types of saunas.

In the sauna area you move around naked - maybe dressed in a bathrobe or with a towel wrapped around your hips - and in the sauna room itself, people are completely unclothed. So I noticed already at the beginning of our visit that the slender body of my companion presented a rather swollen belly. I must admit that I remarked this fact already some days before and the idea of visiting a sauna had "reasons" from my side.

He looked like he did when he was close to shit. But now, however, he didn't seem to feel the urge to do so. His belly popped out of his body as if a foreign body was stuck under his skin. He acted like he was very comfortable with this.

I had the idea that besides spending some time together in relaxing environment, I may also get the chance of a look on bis butt and more. So, we did what people are doing in saunas - sitting on benches side by side in various saunas talking about this and that and, of course, relaxing. When he got up, he wrapped his towel around his waist and in the resting area of the sauna he lay on his back. Everything developed as one would imagine a relaxing day out, but unfortunately not more than this..

Towards the end of our sauna visit we came into a large sauna with moderate temperature in which there was so much space that you could lie down. We found places on two reclining benches that were parallel to each other. The benches were arranged like the seats in a theatre. So I happened to lie on a bench that was one step lower than his. The headrests on our benches were attached in positions that we were lying in opposite directions to each other. My head was close to his feet and I had a good view over his whole body as he was lying on his towel on his back. His belly was so bloated that I could barely see anything behind this "horizon"

The warmth in the room was so relaxing that I fell asleep. I woke up sometime later by kind of a hissing sound. I looked around for the source of this sound but as it had already stopped I couldn't find it.

Paul had also dozed off. He was lying completely relaxed on his bench with bent legs. His thighs had spread and presented a good view on his genitals and his ass crack. The warmth gave him a semi erection and made his balls hang deep in front of the gap between his small ass-cheeks

Then I heard that hissing sound again. it came directly out of his crack - obviously I woke up by a fart. The hissing stopped abruptly. Then his crack began to widen.

His skinny ass cheeks were pushed apart as his pelvic floor protruded, pushing his asshole out of his crack.

Suddenly I was wide awake. I checked out instantly if anyone else in the sauna had noticed what was going on with my companion, but there was only one person with us in that space and she lying far away asleep on her belly.

His butt-cheeks were pushed aside and his asshole was so far out of the crack that I could easily see it sitting on top of this bulge, gaping at the size of a golfball. He was sleeping so deeply that he did not seem to notice anything of what was going on.

I made the best of the situation and observed his ass as well as I could in the dim light. I folded my towel over my hip to hide the erection I have gotten within seconds after my discovery.

His pelvic floor had slowly moved out until it bulged at the size of an orange. His butt-cheeks nestled against the bulge as if it were an old acquaintance. The area around his sphincter was covered by star-shaped folds. The bulge was slightly growing and shrinking with his breathing. In the opening I could see dark shit pushing from the inside.

From time to time his shit pushed out further. When this happened his ass cheeks were pushed to the side and his asshole opened slightly wider. Together with his bulging belly and semi-stiff pulsating penis, it was an incredibly erotic sight. Unfortunately, I couldn't take care of my erection. The other person in the sauna could have woken up any moment or new visitors could have come into the room.

The movements at his asshole were apparently caused by his peristalsis. He himself lay completely relaxed on his bench, blissfully asleep like a baby. With every movement of his shit his asshole was pushed out a little bit more and also widened more. From time to time his sphincter contracted weakly without really closing the gape. His semi-erection jumped up every time it did so.

It's a mystery to me how he could sleep so deeply that he did not notice the stretching and pressing on his sphincter and did not wake up.

I was checking his face over and over again to make sure that he was really sleeping and saw his eyes closed with a smiling face breathing relaxed and slowly. Behind his eyelids I saw his exes moving fast - he was dreaming for sure.

With every peristaltic push his hole opened wider. Not much at one time but in the course of a quarter of an hour, his asshole had slowly widened almost to the diameter of his bulging pelvic skin. Also his pelvic skin had stretched out more. The occasional contractions of his hole were to weak to hold back his pelvic floor from slowly bulging to a bigger size. This thing was not only getting wider but also longer as if his shit was already pushing out, but due to his hole not widening enough for his load the skin around it needed to stretch to it's max. The deep expansion folds covering the skin around his hole told me that this was not happening for the first time.

His anal skin had pressed itself between his ass-cheeks with such feistiness that the upper edge of the thick-folded sphincter pushed against his low hanging scrotum and also the towel he was lying on.

The shit stuck in his hole consisted of chestnut-sized, dark brown chunks that had caked together into a solid mass. Their blunt shape had widened the asshole well, but they did not protrude from it. Meanwhile I had propped myself up a bit to have a better view of what was happening. How much I would have liked to touch him there. But there are things you better don't do in a public sauna - and certainly not with people who are not aware of what they are showing.

Another movement at his asshole made it swell so much that his scrotum was lifted a bit by the sphincter. He grunted in his sleep and scratched his balls while he moved into a slightly different position. As he did so, his asshole tightened to a wrinkled ring with the thickness of a hotdog while he repositioned his hips on the bench. Even though his asshole contracted tightly and was obviously a very strongly developed muscle, it still remained gaping at the size of a golf ball. The bulge that pushed his butt cheeks apart did not retract into his butt as he tightened his hole.

He had turned himself on his side facing the wall.

I had taken a position in which it was more easy to pretend that I was sleeping while he did this maneuver. After all, he could just have woken up any moment and notice that I was watching him.

Fortunately, he remained asleep and his change of position continued to provide an excellent view on his asshole. He had begun to snore softly. His sphincter relaxed again and slowly opened back up to its previous diameter, almost as if his shit had not pushed back into his bowels in spite of the massive tightening of the sphincter.

After lying like that for a few minutes, slow movement again occurred at his asshole. Peristalsis slowly pushed his shit out further - every two minutes or so his gaping sphincter swelled a little and the structure in his rectum pushed further into the opening. Although he was asleep, however, his body now seemed to notice that his shit wanted to come out. Periodically his asshole tightened really hard but then immediately opened back up to its old diameter. The surface of his shit had apparently had dried out so much that his sphincter could no longer glide over it. When it tightened, his skin rolled inwards as if his rectums tissue was glued to the surface of his shit.

Apparently he was so used to the feeling that he could sleep comfortably without getting the feeling of panic - to me it looked like every reason to panic but time passed without him really losing control of his bowels. How I wish I had taken pictures of the sight. It looked like total erotic power to me.

I could have continued watching this for hours. But suddenly a gong sounded out of the loudspeakers followed by the announcement that the sauna would close soon and the visitors are asked to leave. It was so loud that really everyone had no choice but to wake up - so at that moment my erotic performance was finished. I pretended to sleep and watched through the slits of my eyes his sphincter tightening really hard as he straightened up to look after me. Even in the half-sitting position, his asshole was still visible as a distinct bulge between his ass cheeks.

As I pretended to wake up he sat up so that I could no longer see his ass. We left the sauna and went to the showers and locker rooms. There was only time to take a quick shower. While we were washing off our sweat he was standing with his butt cheeks clenched really tight.

Then we went over to our lockers - they were in a communal room. So I was able to watch him get dressed. As he put his butt down on one of the benches he moaned softly and made a tensed face. Then he opened the towel wrapped around his waist. His swollen belly popped out enormously well in this posture. Imagining what he was holding in it made me very excited. I was busy to not let him remark my excitement and put on my own clothes as naturally as possible.

He got his legs into his boxers and jeans. Then he stood up and bent down to pull up his pants. In doing so, he involuntarily turned his backside a bit towards me. The short moment he bent over, his ass cheeks spread wide and offered a last glimpse on his asshole. It was still wedged between his ass cheeks and the skin between his tailbone and sphincter was pressed out into a thick bulge covered in deep folds that merged seamlessly into the still gaping but strongly tightened sphincter. He pulled up his pants, straightening again. For the brief moment before his butt disappeared into his underpants I saw his gaping sphincter muscle sticking out between his small ass cheeks. Then the show was over.

We went to the bus stop and drove back to the city. He acted completely normal during out tour back although certainly the whole time his asshole must have been rubbing against the fabric of his pants. When he sat down in the bus, he moaned only once briefly - actually like people moan when they sat down, but I knew exactly what had to happened at that moment in his butt.

When we arrived in town we went for a drink before we parted ways. He acted like nothing was unusual the whole time.

Two days later we had a meeting and there he sat with his still bloated belly - even bigger than in the sauna. Most likely because he still was holding in this shit.

I used the occasion to ask him about doing some photos together.

• 'sure, why not,' he replied, 'what do you want to shoot'

• 'well, how to say,' I hesitated, '...I woul dlike to take a shot of your butt and butt trench with a macro lens very close to try to make it appear like some kind of landscape.'

• 'that sounds interesting,' he smiled, 'what do I have to do for that?'

• 'You will be lying on a table with one leg bent or, maybe on your fours with your butt pointing up if that's okay for you.'

• 'I never did something like this....'

• 'I don't intend to show your face -- it's just your butt.'

• 'hmh, well, let's try this out.'

He still had some work to do in his bookstore. So we agreed that I would prepare the shooting and we will meet two hours later.

I just had finished to arrange everything for his shooting when we showed up.

With a slightly embarrassed face, he asked if I really want to shoot his butt in closeup.

• 'what's the matter?'

• 'well, uhm... - I haven't showered the last days...'

• 'yes, and?'

• 'I'm afraid that my butt will smell'

• 'well it's a butt. I would expect it smelling somehow.'

• 'I'm not sure...'

• 'be insured that the photos won't smell -- and I won't be irritated if you do. After all, humans smell, you know...'

• Okay, I warned you...' he gave me a goofy smile and stepped out of his clothes.

I prepared a table with with padding and black molton for him to lie on.

He climbed on this table and for the beginning I asked him to lie on his belly with one leg bent. This made his but lifted at one side and spread his butt-cheeks in a very sexy way. Not to mention that this position was also quite comfortable for him because his belly was not pressing too much.

I took some last arrangements with the light and began my camera work. Comparing to the sight in the sauna this was really overwhelming for me.

In his wide spread ass-crack was lying his asshole, relaxed but also kind of bloated. I was sure that he hadn't shat since the sauna visit because his hole appeared even bigger by now.n It was not gaping but is anal muscle was quite swollen and relaxed forming a meaty ring at the size of a clementine.

I did my best in letting his butt appear like a landscape. But the sight of his hole was hard to stand.

I just had to ask him, 'you've got quite a beautiful and impressive asshole...'

-'do you think so?'

He seemed relaxed with the topic.

• 'I've seen a lot in my career and yours is really outstanding and sexy,'

• 'do you want to take pictures of my asshole?'

• 'If I may...'

He hesitated a short moment, 'well let's do this...'

He bent his leg further up, 'is this okay for you?'

• 'wait -- I'll adjust the lights'

I managed to set up the lights in way that gave ideal light and shadows to his crack an hole. Just to ensure him about what will happen I said, 'I need to get real close to your hole with the lens.'

• 'as long as you don't stick it in,' he giggled.

We continued shooting and I took some impressive and sexy asshole photos. Then I proposed that he may change his position to make his butt point up in the air.

He positioned as he was asked and made his butt spread real wide.

• 'wow, that's really impressive,' I bloated out involuntarily.

• 'may I see the pics after the shooting?'

• 'sure - interested in how your hole is looking!'

• 'you're not the only one who's interested in my hole...' he giggled again.

The space between his seat bones was completely covered in deep folds pointing to his extremely well developed ass-muscle.

• 'I may ensure you that you're not smelling at all...'

• 'I wiped my hole with oil tissues before I came over.'

• 'That's quite visible!' His whole crack was shiny an clean as if someone had licked it.

• ' I didn't want to spoil your expectations...'he said with a kind of lurking emphasis.

• 'can you please tense you hole as tight as possible.'

He grunted approvingly as he tensed his muscle to a thick, muscular knot. After two seconds he relaxed it.'

• 'I can't do it that long...'

• 'can you do it again?' He tensed his asshole over and over to give me opportunity to shoot it the way I want it to appear. I was shooting pictures like wild.

• 'I need a break,' he announced and relaxed his hole that instantly spread even wider than before.

• 'wait a sec -- I have to take this one.'

Some clicks later he sat up and slipped into the bathrobe.

• 'can we take a look at the pictures?'

• 'sure...' I downloaded them into my computer and we took a look as the shots I've taken so far.

• 'These are quite hot,' he commented 'My hole looks much better than in the make-up mirror'

• 'you're watching your hole?'

• 'why not?' he replied with a broad smile, 'I remarked that you like watching my hole before and so I checked it out!'

• 'what do you mean?'

• 'it is quite obvious that you're watching my butt on every possible occasion,' he replied.

I felt my face turning red. - 'you've got a really nice one, you know...'

• 'I am quite sure that it is not really my butt, you know,' he grinned, 'I gave you a little show in the sauna and I am quite sure that you really liked what you saw!'

• 'I thought you were asleep!'

• 'do you really think that I could sleep while I'm almost shitting on my towel?'

That was a point for him!

• 'but why did you do that?'

• 'I wanted to find out how fifty you are, you know...'

• 'well it was so far the hottest thing I ever saw.' I admitted.

• 'I also like my hole a lot and what I may do with it.' he announced, 'if you want to I may give you a private show!'

• 'really???'

• 'of course!' he insisted -- I held my shit as long as possible, extra for you!' he patted his belly, 'and now it's time to show it to you!'

I stood flabbergasted not knowing what to say.

• 'If you don't want to, I may also leave...'

• 'wait!' I shouted out, 'I want to see what you have to offer!'

• 'okay -- but you don't take pictures and you don't touch me!'

• 'you make the rules!'

• 'I do this because I like you but not for having sex with you, you know, - I am not into guys but I am into holding my shit as long as possible and I want to show it to someone who knows how to appreciate that!

• 'I will appreciate this as much as I can!'

• 'you leave your clothes on and you don't take out your dick!' he ordered, 'you may look, ask me for positions and how to act and I will try to do this for you!

• 'Okay, then get the bathrobe off and stand in front of me with your back facing to me.

He did as I asked.

• 'put your legs a little apart and relax your hole!'

Instantly his butt-cheeks parted as his pelvic floor worked out of his butt. His swollen asshole became clearly visible between his sexy sitting muscles.

• 'that's a hot view!' I was barely able to speak,' how can you stand your hole rubbing in your trousers?'

• 'when I'm full I can just let it hang out like this -- the rubbing on the fabric of my trousers is the hottest feeling I know,' he quoted.

• 'and it's also the hottest view I've seen so far!'

• 'can you, maybe take some picture of this?'

• 'I think you asked me not to do so!'

• 'just for me -- maybe with my phone...?'

• 'okay, I will be delighted to do so.'

He walked over to the chair where he left his trousers and fiddled for his phone. While he did so he left his hole hanging out of his butt as if this was the most comfortable thing to do.

• 'so, make your job, you filthy photo artist,' he unlocked his phone and activated the camera.

• 'well, then get back in position!'

Be began posing his butt for me like he was some kind of fashion model -- his hole was bulging obscenely out of his crack whole the time. He even gave me funny faces and I gladly took photos for him while he was flexing his enormous sphincter in and out.

• 'can you get back on the table with your butt up in the air?'

• 'sure...' seeing him climb up the table with his protruding hole between his butt-cheeks was worth some more photos.

Then his butt was just before my face presenting the still bulging hole with his cheeks spread wide.

• 'you must be really full by now!'

• 'well, this is six weeks of holding,' he said in a proud tone.

• 'Your hole is forming a big bulge, almost as if there's no space left in your butt!'

• 'let's see...'

He lowered the tension on his hole and the fleshy muscle slowly opened -- mostly by his shit moving out a bit more, 'I am quite full this time,' he announced,

• 'obviously...' I continued taking pictures of his hole outstanding in various aspects.

He flexed his muscle several times. This made it gape wider every time. In the end he had relaxed his hole so much that it had opened to the size of a big orange. His almost black, lumpy shit stood out of this gape. It was hard not to touch this -- I took pictures like there was no tomorrow and only smelled some stale, earthy smell emerging from his hole.

• 'I like to do this a lot,' he said, 'like this I feel the the weight of my load in my belly -- it's really hot.'

He began pushing on his shit with his fingers, 'this intensifies it much more,' he moaned, 'I always try to push my shit back in like this to make it stay some days longer...'

He worked really hard on the tip of this monstrous turd and moaned softly. He really managed to push it back in a little bit. At the turd sunk back into his rectum his hole began to suck in air with a hollow sound. It opened much wider and gave room to look into his hole.

• 'can you take some pictures of the look into my ass?' he asked.

There's nothing I'd like to do more. I switched on the light on his phone and did my best to fulfil his wish. Meanwhile his shit slid back into his rectum -- his hole was gaping wide as a ring of juicy wrinkles. The light of his phone unveiled a wide cave filled with a literal loaf of knobbly shit. His load easily featured the size of a loaf of toast. It was lying in his dilated rectum. As his bowels had sucked in air there was a small gap between his shitload and the mucous membrane of his rectum. With every breath he took, the warm, moist smell of his shit hit my nose. The cavity of his rectum was slowly contracting and widening as if it was caressing his shit. It took some shots of this and also choose to take a film for him. Deep in the cavity of his bowels farting sounds could be heard from time to time.

• 'Are you always doing this when you're full?'

• 'I could do this forever!' as if he wanted to reinforce this, he pushed his loaf a bit more into his hole. There seemed to be some resistance in his bowels as he grunted hard while fondling on his shit. In the end he had worked some more space in his rectum. Maybe his fondling made it relax wider. This gave a better look on the gap between his load and the skin of his rectum. Apparently there were bulges in his intestinal wall in which fecal balls were sitting. I tried to take photos of these lumps that appeared to have the size of chestnuts.

• 'your rectum is a real monster!' I commented.

• 'may I see the pictures?' he clenched his hole shut and sat up. Tis made him push out the air in a loud fart. I passed him his phone and he began to slide the pictures.

• 'holy Jesus!' he shoutet, 'I didn't expect my hole looking so hot. While he was looking through the pictures he was sporting a more than healthy erection.

• 'obviously you like what you see,' I couldn't stop myself from commenting on this.

• 'no touching for you...' he grinned arkwardly...

A long fart escaped from his hole... 'do you want to take some more pics?'

• 'maybe pics of you shitting?'

• 'I thought you would never ask me...' he smiled.

• 'maybe you lie on your back and bent your legs for me_'

• 'no problem for me,' he agreed,' but you have to clean up the mess!'

• 'agreed!'

He gave back his phone and positioned himself as I asked. Then he began pushing his shit out. His hole swelled up and a loud fart boomed through my studio. He giggled shortly, than re continued pushing. The content of his bowels began to push out and his thick swollen hole moved out of his crack as his pelvic floor swelled out.

His ass-cheeks were pushed aside as he forced his turd out of his anal canal. He made a very tense grimace as he tried to empty his bowels.

Obviously he had problems to force his hole open wide enough. From time to time he took a break. Then he flexed his hole. 'I like it rubbing on my shit, he moaned.' His throbbing erection squirted some globs of pre-juice as if to confirm this.

He tried over and over again. His sphincter had swollen up like a ring formed of a bulgy hot dog and opened nearly as wide as his shit that was pushing from the inside but somehow he didn't get it moving over the threshold. He pushed really hart squirting piss over his belly, but still his shit-loaf wasn't moving out.

I heard my blood streaming in my ears as I took pictures of his monstrously swollen hole.

• 'I think I'm not yet full enough,' he groaned during a break.

• 'for me you look full enough'

• 'I am missing the serious urge,' he sighted, 'I'm really full but my bowels are still kind of comfortable with my load,' he changed back to a seating position, moaning loudly as his shit pushed back into his rectum. 'maybe it helps if we order some food?' he smiled sheepishly as he grabbed a towel to dry off his piss, 'you know, just like at the evening last year when we had a meeting and ordered pizza...' I must have made a totally dumb face. 'you remember the evening when you were staring at my butt the hole time as I was eating my pizza...?' Obviously he got me.

• 'you did this by intention?'

• 'Of course I did' -- 'I always hold in as long as I can and I also tried to so so that evening.' - 'but I dind't do it for you at the first place.'

• 'okay...'

• 'at some point I remarked that you were watching my butt and from that point I gave you a little show...'

• 'what a filthy bastard you are...' he had overwhelmed me.

• 'I am sure you liked it'

• 'but why have you been waiting for so long?'

• 'I wanted to be really sure that you were the right guy for this -- and now we order some Italian stuff - you pay!' He jumped up and went over to my writing desk. He knew that there were a few menus from delivery services lying at one corner of the table.

As he walked over, the swollen lips of his low hanging asshole were rubbing obscenely between his ass-cheeks and his erection bobbed back and forth like an antenna.

• 'oh, how I love this rubbing!' he moaned, 'normally I don't eat any more when I am at this point -- or at least as possible.' he rubbed is butt-cheeks against each other, 'I love to extend this stadium as long as I can...'

• 'and how long can you extend it when you do so?'

• 'maybe one more week when I'm lucky,' he stood at his desk and stared into space, 'but I want the trigger now!' he grabbed the Italian menu and came back to me. 'I would like to take a big Napoli and a big Vesuvio with extra cheese and a bottle of Coke if you don't mind,' he announced, 'do you also fancy to order something?'

• 'well, I would like to eat out of your butt!'

• 'no option!'he declined, 'I don't mind what you do with my shit after I left but for now, you don't touch!'

• 'I'm not really hungry but I might take one or two pieces from your pizzas?'

• 'Okay, but then we should order one more for me -- maybe a big Hawaii'

No idea how he thought that all this might fit into his belly but I ordered that stuff.

• 'they told me that it would take half an hour till delivery.'

• 'okay, fine -- maybe we chat a bit until it arrives?'

Chatting? -- okay, then...

• 'How long does it normally take you until you have to shit?'

• 'it depends a lot on how much I am eating,' he made a thoughtful face, 'when I am disciplined I can hold in for eight weeks -- sometimes a week longer...'

• 'really?'

• 'It's not easy to do so,' he admitted, 'Betsy is keen on feeding me. I don't want to refuse her that,' he sighted, 'you know, I love her a lot and don't want to get her angry.'

• 'and how long is it now?'

• 'wait,' he grabbed his phone and slipped through his calendar, 'right now I am close to seven weeks.'

• 'so I must be proud that you try to shit for me before your normal date!'

• 'naaah, not really -- Beth stuffed me several times during the last weeks -- there's only left a little bit to trigger my urge.' he stretched his belly out towards me and fartet loudly, "like my farts?"

• 'I like everything your asshole can do!'

• 'I bet you do,' he smiled broadly.

My phone rang -- it was the delivery guy standing at the door of the centre. I went over to the entrance and payed him with a great tip for being so fast. We were given one extra Coke due to the amount of our order. I returned with three big carton boxes with pizza.

Paul was sitting on the shooting table, obviously excited about what he saw.

• 'come over to here,' he ordered, 'we may spread the pizzas on the table and I will be sitting in the middle.' The boxes were not yet opened when he already began munching on a slice of pizza.

• 'you're really fast!'

• 'If we want this to work I have to eat fast,' he answered, 'when I am eating too slow, I will be satiated before the urge to shit is triggered.'

• 'maybe I can watch your hole while you're eating?'

• 'you want a show like I gave you on the sofa?'

• 'If I may...'

• 'do you have a thick pillow for my upper body?'

Of course I had. A minute later we ended up with him lying on the shooting table like a decadent Roman literally inhaling pizza while giving me the perfect view on his asshole.

'this delivery service is the best,' he announced as he finished with his first victim,' he took a big sip from the cola bottle, burped loudly and pulled the second pizza closer.

• 'this is as decadent as the Romans were,' I commented'

• 'what do you mean?'

• 'they had events where they were eating continuously for days -- they just took short breaks for shitting or vomiting all out to make new space.'

• 'well, I won't vomit for sure,' he smiled, 'the pizzas are far too good for such a fate but maybe I will shit soon...'he barked a loud burp, 'you're having a good view?'

• 'not much so far -- just the usual bulging.'

• 'nice, isn't it?' he mumbled with his mouth full of pizza, 'there will be more coming soon....'

His pelvic floor war already bulging impressively as if a big grapefruit tried to force itself out of his ass, but his hole was tightened very strong.

• 'don't forget to take some pictures for my family album,' he handed me his phone.

He had already wolfed down the second pizza. '...and now for the last,' he mumbled like talking to himself and continued stuffing his mouth. Now, a bit slower than before.

Some growling sound emerged from the inside of his belly. 'I think, that things are coming to a move by now,' he announced and spread his legs a bit wider for me.

Indeed his hole began to push out further. He still kept his asshole clenched shut as the bulge emerged between his butt-cheeks. He burped loudly and moaned 'I love this feeling...' as he grabbed another slice o pizza.

Meanwhile his pelvic floor had pushed out so much that it has taken more a cylindrical form than a bulge. The deep folds around his hole stretched to the maximum as he still tried to clench his hole shut. But now it seemed that the pressure from the inside was too strong for his ring-muscle. A small opening appeared - so far not bigger than a golfball.

• 'that's quite the best,' he moaned as he began munching on another slice of pizza, 'I love to extend this as long as possible!'

That was obvious. He flexed his hole as hard as he could and even as the pressure inside his rectum was rising he always reached to close back his more and more widening hole.

• 'maybe a short break before the finale,' he announced, lifted his upper body and positioned his protruding hole on the table. He groaned loudly as he forced his fecal column back in his rectum. The swollen border of his stretched out asshole spilled out from under his body.

• 'you enjoy the show?'

• 'so far my pants are wet and I am close to cum without touching myself'

• 'I think, this shit will be so big that I will also cum soon,' he moaned while he choked down another slice of pizza. His shaking erection agreed a lot with him, 'let's see how long I will go with this,' he moaned as he continued eating -- only three slices left... 'you know, it's exactly like the evening on the couch,' he commented while his bowels tried to push out his shit against his body weight. Farting sounds emerged between the seating surface and his swollen sphincter muscle, 'maybe I should crouch down in front of you for giving you the best view possible...'

• 'you might do your shit on one of the pizza packagings,' I folded one of the packings flat and positioned it under his legs as he changed his position.

Now he crouched on the pizza packaging whit his wide spread butt facing towards me. His asshole gave me a stunning sight. He had not only forced back his fecal column, his hole was also stretched out to, what it seemed, the maximal diameter possible between his seating bones. His overstretched, bloated muscle formed a bizarre frame around the massive turd that now slowly emerged from his rectum.

-'ohhh, it's so wide,' he moaned and grabbed some pizza. Obviously he still hasn't had enough. As he slowly munched down the last slices, his load slowly slid out of his butt at the exact width that the frame of his bones formed. While it did so his swollen asshole was forced out of his butt as if it still wanted to hold his shit back. From time to time he still flexed his hole shut but is was not really able to close itself any more. The fecal mass had begun it's slow but inevitable journey out of his bowels.

Right now he had swallowed the last piece of pizza. 'see, I could stuff all this in my belly!' he announced proudly, followed by a loud moan.

His pelvic shin had stretched out of his butt a good three inches and his hole was still not willing to let it slide through. He grunted loudly with closed eyes and stunned face as he tensed his asshole in a last try to get it closed. The swollen muscle layed itself in big folds as it tried to hold back his shit. Then he bent forward and grunted loudly.

His hole was literally ripped open as he tried to squeeze out his shit. In the beginning the movement was so slow that his shit seemed not to move at all. He was grunting loudly and and emitted soft sounds of pain as he worked on the stuff he had stored up in his bowels during the last weeks.

'it's soo big,' he lamented between his moans and indeed his hole seemed to have widened even more to give passage to his load. His anus had converted to some kind of gigantic anemone from outer space birthing his shit rather than being the sweet hole that used to fit so much better to his butt.

He was working so hard on forcing his load out that streams of piss shot out of his penis every time he took another effort. In the end he forced it out with a loud moaning, the bulky surface of his shit deformed the stretched out skin of his pelvic floor as an egg-shaped turd forced out of his overdilated hole. It detached itself with a shuddering sound from his worn out hole and fell heavily on the pizza packaging, for just giving room for more shit emerging from his hole. A wall of potato-shaped, dark lumpy shitlumps filled the frame of his hole and fell out in an uncontrollable rain just as if someone were to pour out a bag of thick pebbles. They were towering under his butt like a big mountain of chocolate eggs as he was grunting out wave after wave. In the end the mountain was so high that the last nuggets had to force some lumps off the top of this mountain. A loud, wet fart signalled that he had finished his show. It took him several efforts to retract his hole. It just forced itself out over and over again.

• 'did you enjoy the show?' he asked unnecessarily.

• 'you're always more than welcome!'

• 'I think I don't need to eat for the following week,' he rubbed his still swollen stomach.

• 'before you leave, you may want me to take a picture of your empty gaping bowels?'

• 'that's a hot idea,' he sighted and began lifting his butt up in the air.

Immediately his hole opened up and sucked in air like a gigantic vacuum cleaner. Due to the stretch it gaped really wide. I first took a pic of this sight with the mountain of shit between his legs. Then I went for the look into his hole.

The camera got an excellent sight into his giant rectum. I made a series of shots from the cavern he was hiding in his butt. The whole wall of his rectum was was covered with thick lumps of shit sticking in the wall of his bowel. It formed a light curve so that the camera couldn't see the end. This rectum was for sure long enough to take up my whole forearm.

He slowly began to push out the air and tried to tense his hole. This ended up in a lout, booming-wet fart. His whole body was covered in sweat as he tried to get off that table and back into his clothes. I fetched him a fresh towel so that he could rub himself dry.

• 'I should have done this much earlier,' he resumed what had happened during the last hours.

He took me into his arms for the good-by and said, 'thanks for watching' before he left.

I still some job to do before I could go home. Some piss-soaked and also ejaculated-on fabric had to go in the washing machine and I really needed to jack off on this amazing load of shit he had left behind. I came like I haven't come since I was sixteen.

After recovering I continued tidying up the place. Just for fun I took the scale I normally use for for preparing packages for postal service to measure his shit -- he evacuated slightly more than two kilos of feces, 'I should propose him for the book of records,' I thought to myself as I closed my studio for that day.

When I woke up the next morning I found some messages from him on my phone: 'thanks for the hot evening and for taking pictures. I just came the third time watching these. I'll never forget this evening!'