Don't exactly know where I got it from, but I have the devil in me. My dick gets rock hard just by making people's lives miserable. I should have been just a tad bit nicer. It was a pretty harmless thing that Jeff said. He was probably just embarrassed about being seen taking a dump. Oh well, I guess he'll think twice before making me mad - if he lives that long.
I had to hold my shirt over my nose so that I could lean down and check on Jeff. The stench from below turned my stomach. I could see his little body floating about three feet below me. It was pretty dark, but he seemed to be ok from the huge fall. "You ok down there?" Suppose he still didn't quite learn his lesson. He yelled up, "What do you think asshole? I'm treading in piss and shit."
I turned around and pulled down my shorts. I backed up my huge, hairy, pale ass toward the seat. I let my shorts drop down to my ankles where they bunched up around my large black Wesco boots. Then, I sat down, effectively blocking out all the light to Jeff.
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