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The Hiding Place (scat)

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Warning, toilet stuff ahead

Clark thought his hiding place was a good idea. But he was wrong.

He couldn't stand being around Rose for another second. It wasn't that he didn't like her. In fact, he and Rose were very good friends, but the strawberry blonde woman was simply too beautiful, too sexy. Everything about her, from her eyes to her lips to her hips, was intoxicating. Normally, Clark was able to control himself around her, but when he went over to her house to hang out with her and their friends in her pool and he saw her, dripping wet, in that two piece swimsuit, he started to develop a case of blue balls. Eventually it became too much, and he decided to sneak away to rub one out.

But in the exact moment that he came up with this idea, everything went wrong. Apparently all of the girls had eaten at an Italian restaurant before they went to Rose's place, filling themselves up on cheesy pasta and all kinds of meats and breads. There seemed to be something in the food that they ate, and as soon as Clark headed towards the bathroom to take care of his blue balls, he learned that all of the bathrooms were occupied in the house, and would be occupied for a long time. For the next few hours, each toilet in the house was taking abuse by the girls as they worked through her food poisoning.

So Clark had to improvise. He couldn't stand being by the pool any longer, not when Rose was walking around like that, in that t-shirt and that bikini bottom, the soft skin of her long legs covered in droplets of water. He almost died when Rose started sucking on a Popsicle, her luscious soft lips wrapped around the cold treat as she moved it in and out of her mouth. Clark was in hell, and he needed to escape.

So he hid, in the one place he knew where no one would see him. Near the back of Rose's backyard, behind a large bush, was a small space large enough for him to sit in, and as far as he knew, only he and Rose knew about it. So when no one was looking, he'd headed over there and sat on the dirt, completely hidden by the shrub. Then he'd pulled his aching erection from his swim shorts, thinking about Rose's stunning eyes and beautiful tits as he started jacking off.

But he should have known better. He'd thought it was a good idea, but he hadn't really thought his hiding place through. He hadn't thought of the fact that Rose had also eaten at that Italian restaurant with the rest of the girls. And as all of the toilets were occupied by girls groaning and moaning with relief, Rose had nowhere to go.

And it was only a matter of time before Rose thought of the same hiding place Clark did.

He watched her approach him through the leaves of the bush, his cock still in his hands. He had been so close to finishing. He had been so close to feeling that sweet release of an orgasm, so close to climaxing as visions of Rose bending over and undressing danced through his head. If only she'd waited a few more moments, he could've escaped, and the torment of his blue balls would've be over. But unfortunately, she was coming now, and he couldn't think of a way out. How would he explain what he had been doing behind the bush? There was nowhere for him to go, nothing for him to do, except sit there and wait for whatever Rose was about to unleash into the corner of the backyard.

He watched his doom draw nearer and nearer. She really was unbelievably beautiful. He couldn't explain why, but the sight of her face alone could get him hard. She had nice bone structure, with strong cheekbones and everything. Her lips were irresistible, perfectly shaped, not really thick but just full enough to drive him crazy. They looked so soft. And her smiles were absurdly perfect, complete with little dimples in her cheeks and straight white teeth. The way the corners of her mouth moved when she smiled was always fascinating to Clark.