A Turd in the Urinal

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Cody was doing something he hated to do so late at night, driving home alone from a city some two hundred miles from his home town, it was now nearly one o'clock in the morning and he felt an urgent need to answer the call of nature. A rest stop ahead with a public restroom beckoned, with its promise of a fetid excuse for a toilet no doubt and perhaps some disgusting quasi-inhabitants scrounging out an existence there by begging or worse, offering sexual services, like he would want to be sucked, or worse, to suck the cock of a dirty, scruffy, unshaven man under any circumstances! Some gay men may swing that way, but he wasn't one of them! He was cute and in his early thirties, a blond-haired, well-muscled man, he coached high school baseball for a trade and he was heading home but a full bladder demands its own attentions and its penalty for non-service is not one a man cares to think about.

So, even with his misgivings, he pulled into the reststop and got out of his minivan, making sure to lock it and looked around. No cars were there, at least, that was some reassurance, though not a lot. He went to the men's restroom and opened the gritty door, trying to ignore the graffiti, much of it profane and/or disgusting, and went inside.

The restroom was smaller than many of them were, a single stall and a single urinal, with a single wash basin, none of which looked particularly appealing. Given these limited three options within which to relieve himself, and that the toilet had a golden puddle about it, he opted for the urinal, although it contained its own despicable case of poor public use of the facilities.

"A turd in the urinal," he muttered as he stepped up to the urinal. "What beetle-brain came up with this idea, that he could perch his butt up against the urinal and take his dump here? Ugh!"

What he was looking at appeared to have started life as two separately dropped smaller turds of some three inches in length, the first landing side-wise in the basin area of the urinal, which was perched at Cody's thigh-height, and a slightly smaller turd which landed and bent into a U-shape atop the first, and somehow (perhaps by later urinators peeing on the mass) fusing the two into a single, dark-brown mass of human excrement, forming the shape of a trident with a very short staff. Cody tried to ignore it as he pulled down his sweatpants, brought out his cock and balls and tucked them over the top of the sweatpants' elastic waist, unleashed his own golden flood and whizzed away onto the off-white porcelain of the back of the urinal, letting it flood down to encircle and partially flood the trident of turd lurking down there.

"Ahhhhhh!" he sighed as his bladder emptied itself with vigor and enthusiasm. It felt so good to pour it all out without hindrance or worry, a urinal is the best form of toilet equipment a man can have to ease his need to piss, beyond a doubt, no need to aim, just hold it out and fire away!

He noted as his flood began to flag at last, with some bemusement, that the basin was now nearly full (the drain must be clogged) and his pee was causing the turd to move around in the basin, it was trying to float, he supposed for it was turning around, to point the three prongs away from him, with the shaft toward him. Like a headless arrow pointing right at his balls....

With a watery splash of his piss, the turd leapt out of the basin, right at his cock! It hit and he was both astonished and disgusted by how the sticky thing felt that at first he didn't realize that the thing was moving, and with purpose.

He was searching about for some paper towels to wipe off the filth and while he felt the stickiness moving on his cock and nuts, he didn't put any particular significant onto it as it flowed over his balls and encased his cock's shaft. It was a ghastly mess and that was all he thought, until the stickiness took on a new life of its own.

The balls which were now sealed by the goo suddenly were constricted and squeezed, eliciting a gasp, then a moan from him which made him shudder and stagger. At the same time, the gunk which had climbed up his cock and ascended to over two thirds of the height began to pulse and stroke and pump on his prick, he was being jacked by the turd! What the fuck was going on here?

His eyes peering waterily down at his crotch, he found that the brown color of the thing on his groin had gone, instead it was showing a greenish scaly appearance, with the brown being scales which it had apparently used as a camouflage to hide itself as a turd. Camouflage! Hah, what a cruel joke on him! Even as he thought that, the thing on his balls again gave his nuts a hearty squeeze and twisted his balls in his loosely hanging scrotum, making him wince and moan anew, and the thing slid further up his shaft to envelope all but his glans now, covering his cock from the flare downwards. To make matters worse, he felt the fourth prong, the thickest one that made the truncated shaft, had slid along his perineal raphe, its intended destination only too apparent.

"Oh, God, no, God, no!" Cody groaned as the thing burrowed inside his underwear relentlessly onward, his body torn between the pain of his nuts, the delight of his cock being jacked efficiently and the fear of the thicker tube reaching now toward his virginal anus.

Cody attempted to get away, sought to flee this nightmarish event, but he turned and as he did, the tentacle of this alien/turd reached his anal pucker and Cody groaned in his misery as the tube-shaped head of it slid into his anus. It accomplished this by the simple expedient of starting as a slight, slender tube the size of less than a pencil, then once it was well inside, it inflated like a balloon, stretching out until it was larger than its former size in the urinal, perhaps two inches in diameter, enough to make the studly Cody gasp and moan as the large dong-size tentacle continued to force its way deeper into him.

Cody couldn't help it, he had to give up standing, the floor was filthy but he fell onto it on all fours as his passion began to overtake him. "Oh, God, oh, God, I hate this, I hate this but it feels so fucking good! Oh, God, yeah, fuck me, yeah, fuck me, fuck me, God yes, fuck me!"

As bad luck would have it, another man, a fellow traveler named Dexter who had been in the same city as Cody for the same meeting, though he had only seen Cody slightly at that meeting. Dexter was physically much like Cody, being also tall, blond-haired and muscled in a lithe way, though his sport was rugby instead of baseball, and was a high school coach for a neighboring town of Cody's.

Dexter walked in and saw Cody on his hands and knees and moaning "Fuck me, oh God, yes, fuck me!", his thought was not that Cody was the victim of an alien attack, but a far baser and more despicable reason. "Jesus Christ, man, you are one sick son of a bitch! Get up off the floor, you crazy bastard, I ain't going to fuck you, no how, no way!"

His bladder calling him, he walked around the moaning man who kept on groaning and gasping and begging to be fucked harder, faster, come on, give him more. Jesus, what a sick motherfucker!

He saw the urinal and groaned. Shit, what a mess, a turd in the urinal! What moron backs up to a urinal just to drop a dooky in the basin anyhow! God, what to do?

He looked at the toilet, and the golden puddle around it turned him off that in a hurry. Well, peeing on a turd wasn't optimal, but it couldn't hurt anything.

He undid his pants and began to pee. Beside him, Cody was trying to talk but the pressure on his cock, on his balls, in his ass was just too much. He was in an agony of his own growing climax, inflamed by his ball-twisting and ball-squeezing and ball-wrenching coating of the alien whatever had coated his nuts, and he moaned as his desire built up in him. "Oh, jeez, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!"

"God, the perverts they have in these public restrooms, a fellow can't take a decent piss without having to endure the sick weirdos!" groaned Dexter as he whizzed and saw the turd beginning to stir, floating in his piss. His flow began to falter, slow down.

"KUH-UH-UH-UH, I'M COMING, OH, GOD, I'M COMING!" Cody yodeled out in his forced glory and he shuddered as his ecstasy flooded out of him, and he felt the coating on his cock expand over his glans and enclose his entire prick, and his comeload was thus held captive and captured as he spurted it out, drained away by the come-hungry creature. Given how it had man-handled (alien-handled) his cock and balls, this was hardly a surprise to Cody when he thought about it, a peculiar thought to occur to him in his climax-ridden brain, but it arrived just the same.

He felt the tubular arm of the creature pulsing in his ass and he wondered if that being was also climaxing and if so, if he was being injected with alien jizz, he didn't feel anything, but how could he tell for certain amid all the other sensations rippling through his body. As he thought this, his balls were wrenched very painfully and he fainted away from the pressure and was left lying insensible on the restroom floor.

Dexter hadn't noticed, because while Cody was moaning out in his orgasm, Dexter had shouted out in his horror as the turd in the urinal had behaved just like the one that had assailed Cody, it had jumped out of the basin and latched itself expertly on Dexter's crotch area sidling itself inside the fly of his blue jeans and into his briefs, and smoothly sealed itself over his nuts and along his shaft in the same way that Cody had been seized, and like Cody, he was quickly given the treatment of having his nuts twisted and clenched and squeezed and wrenched about until he was groaning in a combination of misery and excitement, for the nerves in that part of the body cannot distinguish well between agony and ecstasy.

Dexter now understood what Cody had been going through and he looked at the now-unconscious figure on the floor as his brother. "Man, if I had only known, I would have pissed on the floor," he said to the fallen man. "Hnnnn-uhhhhh, this is the weirdest feeling in the world, and I don't know whether to feel horrified or delighted to have it be happening to me! No wonder you were on the floor groaning and begging for more, it is like the most wonderful form of masturbation, only I don't have to do a fucking thing. KUH-UHHHHHHH!" He crooned as the delight rose in his body at a rapid rate.

Perhaps sensing his ferociously approaching orgasm, the tube poised to slide along his perineal raphe took off on its trip toward his anus. Dexter hardly noticed it, as the coating on his balls were busily ramping up their action to match his inflamed pace of desire, and like Cody, Dexter staggered away from the urinal in his need and desire not to spurt his spunk into the disgusting urinal, though why he was unsure, but he moved away and he was gasping and slid down with his back against a graffiti-covered wall to sit on the floor as his passion began to overcome him. Just before he landed on the stained tiled floor, the arm of the starfish-like creature slid into his ass and he moaned as he felt the shaft-like tube inflate inside his buttocks. "I see now why the guy was yelping 'Fuck me, yeah, fuck me!'" he sighed.

He saw a starfish-like beast of green and brown climbing the wall toward the urinal. "I guess you're done with that other guy, are you?" he mused (correctly). "What is this, the two of you taking turns jumping the men who drop by to pee in the urinal and milk them of their come. Well, I'm about to give you a big load, I was thinking about jacking it on the highway until I had to take a piss."

His passion built up inside of him and he gave himself to the joy of sexual passion.

"Uhhhhh, huhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh, huhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh, huhhhhhhh!" Dexter moaned. As he did, he felt the thing in his butt pulsing along with his own joy. Was this thing getting off on his getting off? It wouldn't surprise him, the ball-twisting part of it was ramping up the action and the jacking-cock part was really giving his shaft the pumping action, and he was so ready to blast his come to the cosmos and beyond!

"HAH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!" he gasped out as his climax climbed up his spinal column. Another man walked into the bathroom and regarded the two figures, one man passed out on his face on the floor, and him, Dexter, sitting on the floor with his dick out, moaning for no good reason. He just shook his head and stepped up to the urinal.

"Shit, who took a dump in the urinal?" the guy said.

Dexter just closed his eyes and muffled his moans as his climax struck him like a sledgehammer and ignored what was about to happen to the man. He wasn't going to listen to Dexter, any more than he had listened to the other man who was now unconscious on the floor.

Like Cody, Dexter ejaculated, only to have his come caught by the alien at his crotch the same way, and when he was done, he was rendered unconscious the same way, a painfully unrelenting wrenching of his balls hard enough to cause him to faint from the pain. The other man was still pissing when Dexter's world went black.

Cody woke up some time later. He rose from the floor and stared around him. He saw a man with his limp dick sitting against a wall (Dexter) and another man lying face up on the floor not far away from the front door, he must have tried to get away before being overcome. Cody considered doing something but he just felt a compelling need to get away, away, away at all costs. Pulling up his sweatpants to conceal himself again, he walked away, his balls aching, and stepped over the unconscious man and went to his minivan and drove away. He was done with it. It had all been just a horrible dream. He could forget about it, pretend the entire nightmare had never happened.

Cody drove home and went directly to bed, slept like a brick until the next day. He awoke and for quite a while, had convinced himself it had all been a part of a bizarre dream. It had to be a dream, after all, you don't get attacked by turds floating in urinals, after all. That's impossible, after all, totally impossible. He'd had one heck of a vivid wet dream, with some twisted sick sex fantasy tacked onto it, of course, that was all that had happened.

He got into the shower and began to wash himself, feeling normal again, hopeful that the nightmare which still lingered in his brain would fade like all nightmares invariably did if you didn't dwell on them. His hand with the soapy rag wandered down to his balls and when he touched them, he jumped, wincing for they were painful and felt bruised. Damn, what had happened to his balls last night, he must have slept on them strange, hurting them, that had caused the nightmare.

As he continued to wash, he felt a strange stirring in his asshole, not like he needed to crap, but more like something was crawling inside of it, and though there was no discomfort, he felt the unmistakable tingle of something sliding along his perineal raphe from his anus toward his balls. To his horror, he recognized that feeling. "Oh, my God!" he gasped.

He had a shaving mirror in his shower, he snatched it up and used it to peer at the area and found his fears confirmed. A "turd alien" had taken up residence inside his ass and was in the proces of extending its three prongs of the trident out to enclose his balls and encapsule his cock.

"Ohhhh, Go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-d!" he moaned as the sensations returned. It hadn't been a dream, not a nightmare, it had been all too, very, horribly real! It had been real, and it was about to happen again!

He had at least the knowledge of what was going to happen this time, he maneuvered better through the ball squeezes and twists (though his bruised nuts screamed when that happened) and made it to his bed, and was glad he had still been in the "wetting down" phase of his shower when he had discovered his boarder. He lay down on the bed and let the alien do with him as it would.

The alien had no regard for his painful balls and treated them as if they were as tough as they had been the night before. Cody writhed, groaned, pitched and tossed, and the alien gave his balls hell, while jacking his rod with abandon with the cap on as if it expected him to erupt at any instant. The tip of the main staff had never left his ass and remained inside his body, pulsing almost affectionately. God, was this alien falling in love with him?

Cody gasped and groaned, his passion overwhelming him and he exploded upwards to feed the alien who gulped him down as he blew it out. The alien again pulsed in his body in a manner that he expected was its own ejaculation. He waited for the horrifying squeeze that would again knock him out, but that did not happen this time. For that at least he was grateful, and he felt the creature again slide up into his body. He had no choice, he would have to go on with his life with this...thing...hitching a ride inside his body. At least in the school, he could use the teacher's restroom, he would not possibly subject the student body to this parasitic thing.

Soon after arriving at the school, he felt an undeniable need to go to the restroom. Placing the assistant coach in charge, he chugged off toward the teacher's lounge and the restrooms that were there. He wondered how he would evacuate his bowels with this thing living inside his asshole, but that was something to worry about when he got inside there.

The teacher's lounge was in many ways a more sanitary and well kept version of the public restroom he had visited on the road. It had one stall and one urinal but the door of the restroom locked, and he could use all the facilities by himself without fear someone would come in.

He tried to go to the stall but his body seemed to move by itself. He felt trapped in his own body, a passenger on a vehicle traveling to an unknown destination. He watched as his body stood in the middle of the room, unfastened his pants and pulled them down along with his briefs.

He turned his body and began to back up. He didn't have to wander where his backside was headed.

Toward the urinal. He backed up against it and gave his bowels their usual squeeze and a turd slowly squeezed out and fell into the urinal basin. Done with that, he felt no further need to evacuate his bowels and he managed to reach the sink's towel dispenser and used that to wipe at his buttocks, but they were spic-and-span clean.

He looked at the urinal and nodded. The configuration of the turd he had pinched out was undeniable. Shaped like a trident with a shortened staff. His "partner" had finished with its ride and was seeking greener pastures. Oh, well, at least the worst was over.

(Cody was mistaken about that, after about a month, he found himself with another of the aliens, apparently the morning after session had implanted him with an alien egg which had gestated and hatched inside his rectum).

In the teacher's lounge, after Cody had left, the next visitor was a janitor, young, very handsome, muscled and pleasant, who saw the present that Cody had left and gave a sad click of his tongue. "I guess some student sneaked in before classes and dropped his dukey in the urinal." he said. "And I'm the lucky guy who gets to fish it out and drop it in the toilet. I keep telling them they need to put a camera in this place, this whole lounge is a honey pot for any student who wants to put one over on the teachers, but I'm the one who gets to clean it up."

He saw the turd lying in the urinal and a strange compulsion overcame him. "Well, I guess it won't hurt anything if I use the urinal before I scoop it out," he said to nobody in particular. After all, how much harm can it cause?"

He began to unfasten his jumpsuit fly and the turd in the urinal quivered.

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