> HydeParker Work Shytting Observation

Glad to see you guys resolving your differences


In the cold, sterile silence of the early morning, HydeParker, a cool, bald man, vertically modest, with a penchant for music, found himself in the office bathroom, engrossed in a task he wished to keep private. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow on the white tiles as HydeParker sat on the toilet, oblivious to the impending storm.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open, shattering the peaceful solitude. In walked Spanky, HydeParker's boss, a man of considerable girth, weighing in at a hefty 587 pounds. His face was a mask of anger as he spotted HydeParker, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"HydeParker!" Spanky boomed, his voice echoing off the bathroom walls. "I can't believe you're work shytting again! This is unacceptable!"

HydeParker looked up, his face flushed with embarrassment. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Spanky cut him off. "No, no, save it," he growled, waving a dismissive hand. "I've heard it all before."

But as Spanky ranted, something unexpected happened. He noticed the CD player on the counter and cool Jazz music filling the room. His gaze softened, and he found himself drawn to the cool, friendly demeanor of HydeParker. Despite his anger, he couldn't help but feel a strange connection.

"You like music?" Spanky asked, his tone softening. HydeParker nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I do," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

The conversation that ensued was surprising, to say the least. They discovered a shared love for music, a passion that transcended the boundaries of their professional relationship. The tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a strange sense of camaraderie.

One thing led to another, and before they knew it, Spanky found himself kneeling before HydeParker, his face inches away from HydeParker's crotch. He looked up, his eyes meeting HydeParker's, seeking approval. HydeParker nodded, his breath hitching as Spanky's fingers deftly undid his pants.

Spanky pulled down HydeParker's pants, revealing his throbbing member. He took it in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip as HydeParker moaned in pleasure. The taste of pre-cum filled his mouth, driving him wild with desire.

HydeParker, not one to be left out, returned the favor. He pulled down Spanky's pants, revealing his massive member. He took it in his mouth, his lips stretching to accommodate Spanky's girth. Spanky groaned, his hands tangling in HydeParker's hair as he thrust into his mouth.

Their moans echoed off the bathroom walls as they engaged in a frenzied game of give and take. Spanky's hands explored HydeParker's body, his fingers digging into his flesh as he sucked harder. HydeParker, in turn, wrapped his lips around Spanky's member, his tongue flicking against the underside.

Their pleasure reached its peak when Spanky pulled away, his member slick with saliva. He turned HydeParker around, pushing him against the bathroom counter. He spread HydeParker's cheeks, his eyes widening at the sight of his puckered hole.

He plunged his member into HydeParker, eliciting a cry of pleasure from the smaller man. He thrust into him, his hips slapping against HydeParker's ass. The sound of their lovemaking filled the room, a symphony of moans and grunts.

Their lovemaking was intense, a whirlwind of lust and desire. They moved in sync, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their orgasms. Spanky's thrusts became more frantic, his member throbbing inside HydeParker.

With a final, powerful thrust, Spanky came, his member spurting inside HydeParker. HydeParker followed suit, his member spurting onto the bathroom counter. They collapsed against each other, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their orgasms.

In the aftermath of their lovemaking, Spanky looked at HydeParker, his eyes filled with a strange mix of anger and affection. "You're still fired for work shytting," he grumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. "But... maybe we can do this again?"

HydeParker smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'd like that," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. And so, their strange, twisted relationship began, a tale of lust, desire, and a shared love for music.

Work shytting should be an adventure! Try a bathroom you've never used before, it's magical...

PelvicOarfish wrote:

Glad to see you guys resolving your differences


In the cold, sterile silence of the early morning, HydeParker, a cool, bald man, vertically modest, with a penchant for music, found himself in the office bathroom, engrossed in a task he wished to keep private. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow on the white tiles as HydeParker sat on the toilet, oblivious to the impending storm.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open, shattering the peaceful solitude. In walked Spanky, HydeParker's boss, a man of considerable girth, weighing in at a hefty 587 pounds. His face was a mask of anger as he spotted HydeParker, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"HydeParker!" Spanky boomed, his voice echoing off the bathroom walls. "I can't believe you're work shytting again! This is unacceptable!"

HydeParker looked up, his face flushed with embarrassment. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Spanky cut him off. "No, no, save it," he growled, waving a dismissive hand. "I've heard it all before."

But as Spanky ranted, something unexpected happened. He noticed the CD player on the counter and cool Jazz music filling the room. His gaze softened, and he found himself drawn to the cool, friendly demeanor of HydeParker. Despite his anger, he couldn't help but feel a strange connection.

"You like music?" Spanky asked, his tone softening. HydeParker nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I do," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

The conversation that ensued was surprising, to say the least. They discovered a shared love for music, a passion that transcended the boundaries of their professional relationship. The tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a strange sense of camaraderie.

One thing led to another, and before they knew it, Spanky found himself kneeling before HydeParker, his face inches away from HydeParker's crotch. He looked up, his eyes meeting HydeParker's, seeking approval. HydeParker nodded, his breath hitching as Spanky's fingers deftly undid his pants.

Spanky pulled down HydeParker's pants, revealing his throbbing member. He took it in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip as HydeParker moaned in pleasure. The taste of pre-cum filled his mouth, driving him wild with desire.

HydeParker, not one to be left out, returned the favor. He pulled down Spanky's pants, revealing his massive member. He took it in his mouth, his lips stretching to accommodate Spanky's girth. Spanky groaned, his hands tangling in HydeParker's hair as he thrust into his mouth.

Their moans echoed off the bathroom walls as they engaged in a frenzied game of give and take. Spanky's hands explored HydeParker's body, his fingers digging into his flesh as he sucked harder. HydeParker, in turn, wrapped his lips around Spanky's member, his tongue flicking against the underside.

Their pleasure reached its peak when Spanky pulled away, his member slick with saliva. He turned HydeParker around, pushing him against the bathroom counter. He spread HydeParker's cheeks, his eyes widening at the sight of his puckered hole.

He plunged his member into HydeParker, eliciting a cry of pleasure from the smaller man. He thrust into him, his hips slapping against HydeParker's ass. The sound of their lovemaking filled the room, a symphony of moans and grunts.

Their lovemaking was intense, a whirlwind of lust and desire. They moved in sync, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their orgasms. Spanky's thrusts became more frantic, his member throbbing inside HydeParker.

With a final, powerful thrust, Spanky came, his member spurting inside HydeParker. HydeParker followed suit, his member spurting onto the bathroom counter. They collapsed against each other, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their orgasms.

In the aftermath of their lovemaking, Spanky looked at HydeParker, his eyes filled with a strange mix of anger and affection. "You're still fired for work shytting," he grumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. "But... maybe we can do this again?"

HydeParker smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'd like that," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. And so, their strange, twisted relationship began, a tale of lust, desire, and a shared love for music.

Spankie has never been and will never be anyone’s boss

caseycukedme wrote:

Spankie has never been and will never be anyone’s boss

Trusted advisors are boss.

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Trusted advisors are boss.

Ahahaha.  I remember that one

Spanky wrote:

Based on the photos, he shyts in a lot of different bathrooms at work. Must be a big facility.

I think one solution to the foul and disgusting work shytting epidemic is to cut way back on the number of stalls for men.

What's your issue with people taking a dump at work?