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>>177587
Перевод на английский:
I lost my anal virginity like this. I was in a village that had an outdoor toilet. It had a modern waste system, and every house had one of these toilets, but there was also a public one for when people needed to go and didn't want to bother anyone. It was a regular public toilet with one light bulb and two holes.
It all started when I got hit with some really bad frostbite. It was about 30 degrees below zero and it lasted for more than a week. So I was freezing my ass off.
I was trying to take a dump outside and suddenly I really had to go. I tried to slowly release some gas to reduce the pressure on my main valve, but instead I almost shat myself. I didn't have time to run to the closest house and ask to use their toilet, so I sprinted to the public one instead. I didn't like using the outdoor toilet because it didn't have toilet paper, it was dirty, and you could run into some sketchy locals who might push you into some fresh shit. But I thought running through the entire village with my pants full of liquid diarrhea would be even worse.
I ran into the bathroom and started taking off my coat because I had mastered the art of shitting with my sweater on, but I hadn't yet mastered shitting with my coat still on. Meanwhile, the army of shit was attacking my black gates and I had to focus all of my attention on holding them back. I made a fatal mistake and lost my focus.
In the warmer months, local people's shit just fell down into the three meter deep hole under the toilet, but in the winter the shit didn't have time to fall down and it froze into a solid shit stalagmite. And that's exactly what I sat down on with my still new and innocent asshole, after slipping on some frozen piss.
In that moment I heard footsteps and a local mechanic named Nicholas walked into the bathroom. I tried to keep a straight face and wipe away my tears, but my shaking legs kept spreading my asshole even further onto the shit stick. At some point I almost passed out, so I don't remember exactly what Nicholas said. He might have said something like "Is everything alright, Alex?" But I'm not sure. He joked around for a bit, took a shit, and then left.
By this point my legs were too weak for me to stand up, so I had to roll over onto all fours and then somehow manage to stand up. I put my coat back on and, barely able to move, I stumbled back home without even wiping my dirty asshole.
I never went back to that village, but my aunt says that people there still talk about the Bloody Shit Stick, and they always look at me when they mention it.
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