Initially clean and well-dressed, prepared for a night of excitement. At the final moment, I’m struck with an intense need to defecate and urinate, causing me to frantically dash towards the bathroom. To my dismay, the toilet is occupied. I pound on the door, pleading for immediate entry. Time is of the essence, yet entry is not granted. The warm urine begins to seep through my brand-new tight pants, much to my chagrin. I resign myself to the unfortunate situation, hoping to at least relieve myself in the toilet. Unfortunately, even this small mercy is denied to me as the firm stools protrude, squeezed between my buttocks and jeans. My pants are now drenched in urine and smeared with feces. I discover, to my disbelief, that the toilet was unoccupied the entire time. I remove my soiled pants, exposing the damage – feces clinging to my backside and sexy underwear, with droppings scattered on the floor. Overwhelmed with frustration and an unmanageable horniness brought on by the situation, I begin to vigorously masturbate, culminating in an intense, powerful orgasm. I then remove my thoroughly ruined jeans, revealing the feces that has smeared my buttocks. A thorough cleaning is now in order, encompassing everything – including myself.