"Okay, get in the bath tub," I instructed. I unzipped my jeans, dropped them, and kicked them aside.
"What are you doing?" Blake asked, looking a little bewildered.
"I'm going to help you clean up," I told him as I tossed my shirt onto the counter.
"I don't need your help!"
"Well, you said you had an accident like a kid, right?"
Blake was silent.
"So obviously if you can't even hold it and have an accident and end up making a mess of yourself, you're definitely going to need help getting cleaned up."
"Not funny," Blake retorted, stepping into the bathtub.
"Kind of funny," I said. "Come here." I stepped into the bathtub with him, sliding my hands under the hem of his shirt. He shuddered against my touch, but allowed me to lift his t-shirt off over his head. "My man," I murmured, running my hands down his torso. I began to undo his belt while simultaneously kissing along his neck and collar bones.
"Should I get the water running?" he questioned, letting his hand rest on my ass.
"No," I replied, and slowly kissed my way down his neck, chest, and stomach, finally working my way down to the waistband of his briefs where his pants were unzipped. If he already knew, I may as well see how far he'd let me go. To my surprise, he didn't object when I began touching him through the thin fabric, stroking at his flaccid cock.
"Not even a little hard?" I teased, and he scowled.
"I'm standing in my own shit," Blake answered.
"So?" I gently pulled his cock out, flicking my tongue against the tip. Blake inhaled sharply, closing his eyes. He was semi-hard almost instantly. Looking up and studying his expression, I took his growing erection in my mouth. He moaned and steadied himself against the wall with one arm.
"Doesn't everything like...smell...really bad?" he finally asked and looked down at me. It was true, the smell was awful. Judging by the stench alone, he had made a serious mess. I nodded back in reply without removing his cock from my mouth. I slipped my hand around along his hip and to his backside. I waited to see if he'd object—and he didn't—before I let my hand rest over the thick, semi-solid mass that rested in the seat of his briefs. I ran my hands slowly downward, amazed by how much of a mess he had made: it was fairly thick almost all the way down the length of his briefs on the back of his legs.
"Turn around," I instructed, pulling away from his cock long enough to speak. He didn't object and complacently turned around on the spot. His khakis were ruined; a huge, dark stain covered the entire seat of his pants, with a few streaks running down the inner back of the legs. I tugged his pants down and away from his hips slowly, allowing him to step out of them.
"Those are no good," I told him, and pushed them towards the drain.
"I didn't think so," he murmured back, half-laughing.
I admired the new view from the back. The briefs held in a surprising amount of the mess, with very little seeping out from the leg bands. He still had dark streaks on his legs where some of the diarrhea had run down the back, however. I turned him back around, still on my knees, and took his cock in my mouth again.
"Fuck, baby," he hissed, resting one hand on the back of my head. Without asking, I took my right hand and pressed hard against his ass in a downward motion, rubbing his shit against him between his briefs and his skin. To my surprise, he moaned quietly with pleasure. Also to my surprise, his stomach churned loudly and ominously as I did so. I stopped touching him long enough to look up at him.
"Are you feeling okay?"
"No," he shook his head, "I told you my stomach's still all fucked up."
"I'm sorry," I murmured. Before I could say anything else, Blake's hand was in my hair, forcing my head back down on his cock. I lifted my hand back to his ass and squeezed, feeling the thick mess shift against his backside.
"Dirty girl," he moaned loudly as he thrust his hips against my mouth. "You're into that, aren't you?"
I nodded back, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock over and over. I rubbed the palm of my hand back and forth against his ass, loving the feeling of his soft shit working against his skin.
"Does it turn you on?"