The two young men trudged along the quiet path after an exhausting football practice, their kits still damp with sweat. Jake suddenly paused, his face flushing. "Mate, I really need the toilet." Tom glanced over with a smirk. "Do you need a wee?" "No, I need to do a poo," Jake muttered, quickening his pace. Silence fell between them until a small involuntary grunt escaped Jake's lips. "Not long now, we'll be back soon," Tom said reassuringly. Jake's voice tightened. "I'm actually doing it right now." Tom stopped dead. "Wait, what do you mean?" In a strained voice, Jake confessed, "I'm doing a poo in my pants." He grunted again, his body tensing as the situation unfolded. Tom caught the unmistakable scent and spotted the prominent bulge forming at the back of Jake's shorts. "It's a big firm one isn't it?" he asked, eyebrows raised in surprise.
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