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I lived in Durban South Africa for many years. I was a keen surfer since my early teens, but by this time, I was in my 40's, working as a school teacher in the private school system. I belonged to a surf lifesaving club and we were busy (just after the end of apartheid) recruiting young black boys and girls into the club. These young Zulu boys had no sense of modesty and would change into their wetsuits on the beach where they would leave their clothes whilst out on their boards. Often I would be the one to sit with their belongings to prevent theft. I also kept a sharp eye on them in case they should get into trouble in the surf.
One day ,whilst guarding the clothes, I noticed a pair of briefs just sticking out of the pocket of a pair of shorts. Seeing no one close by, temptation got the better of me and I quickly pulled them out for a quick sniff. Imagine my surprise to see that the front of them was very piss stained, and the back had substantial shit stains, including pieces of dried on shit. I guessed that the owner must have had an accident. I wondered also why he had not washed them, given that the stains were days old. I replaced the undies and waited for all the boys to come in. A young boy called Sizwe, about 12 or 13 years old, grabbed the towel, dried himself off and put on the undies, shorts and t-shirt, picked up his board and ran up to the club house. I followed on and made a point to chatt with the boy. Today they would call that grooming I suppose, but the boy was about the only black boy in the group and all the others seemed to have money to spend at the café. I introduced myself as one of the elders of the club and, looking over at the queue for the kiosk, I gave him some money and asked him to buy me a hamburger, some chips and a coke. I told him to get th same for himself. It seemed like an age before he returned to the table that I had found. I didn't mind, there was plenty to look at and admire in the room, not to mention the boy wearing the 'shitty' undies. How proud he looked, standing there with the R50 note in his hand, as if to say, look everyone, I have mopney to spend just like you. Well, as I said, the food and drinks arrived and I picked at the chips and the boy devoured his meal, and then ate mine as I declared myself to not be so hungry now. We talked about the club, how he wanded to be a junior lifesaver, and how he loved surfing more than anything in the world. Before I could any more about him, another black boy approached him and trying to cadge a mouthful of coke. I indicated for him to go with his friend to the kiosk and get a drink for him, quietly telling him to keep the change. I watched him from a distance buy his friend lunch as well as the coke. It brought a tear to my eyes, seeing the generosity of a young boy who has nothing, willing to share the little he has. Of course,From then on, we would keep an eye out for each other, and I would always quietly slip him a 10 or 20 Rand note. I also kept a close eye on his underwear when he was in the water. Sure enough, not a weekend went by without him leaving shitty and piss stained undies with his shorts. Sometimes his short (cut off jeans) were stained inside at the back too, and a careful examination of the front of them showed that they had recently been pissed in. There was no doubt now, this young Zulu boy surfer liked to poo and pee his pants...and I was sure it was for sexual pleasure as sometimes there were massive cum stains in the BACK of the undies.
As a Kid from the age of 8, growing up in rural Australia, I liked to piss and shit myself. I was an only child on a farm, and it was easy to get dirty as I did my chores. I would keep some old work clothes in one of the sheds, and wash and clean myself in there after a morning wanking and working in my shitty jeans. When I was 15, my parent sold the farm, and we moved to Sydney. We lived near a surf beach, and I became mad about surfing. I loved to piss and shit in my wetsuit, and sometimes in my board shorts. It was my secret passion.
I needed to get closer to Sizwe. The opportunity came one afternoon when chatting with him he mentioned that he was not doing well and school, mostly due his poor English, and subsequent lack of English comprehension. I lived on the 11 floor of an apartment building directly across the road from the surf beach.I suggested that he come there after school once or twice a week for some tuition and I would help him with the bus fare from the black township on the outskirts of Durban, where he live alone with his mother who was a domestic worker (maid). Us whites couldn't live without them in those days! After a few week of tutoring the boy, who was a good and quick learner, but highly disadvantaged in that Zulu was spoken at home and all over the township. Furthermore, I learnt that their 'house', a two room shack, had no electricity and was lit by a single candle at night. So much for reading and homework.
Well, as I said, a couple of week passed with the boy coming after school on a Monday and Thursday. My maid would prepare something for him to eat and leave it in the fridge. During this time I kept a close eye on his appearance. Sure enough, there was a smell of urine about him and (now this seems a disgusting thing to do), after he left, I would bend down and sniff the seat where he had been sitting, and sure enough, there was a smell of shit.
Somehow I needed to find a way to broach the subject of his pissing and shitting himself. Then an idea came into my mind. The following Monday when he came for tuition I opened the door wearing my usual shorts and t-shirt with speedos underneath containing a big load of shit. I smelt bad and I apologised to him saying that I was on my way to the bathroom to clean myself up after my 'accident'. I tipped the turd into the toilet bowl but kept the shitty speedos on. When I returned to the living room, I explained that I often had these 'accidents' and had done so since I was 8. I could see that I had stunned the boy and I wondered if I had made a mistake.
As our lesson go under way, I could see him looking at me intently. Eventually, he asked me, in a quiet voice, if I pee'd myself as well. Oh, I said, all the time. Watch, and I pissed myself there and then sitting at the table. The piss ran down the wooden chair and onto the granite floor tiles. Sizwe's jaw dropped. Had I really gone too far now? I waited for what seemed an age and then he did it. Piss gushed out the let of his shorts and pooled in his chair and on the floor. He, like me was soaked, and like me, he had a raging boner throbbing up and down in the wet shorts. Sizwe didn't poop his pants that day, but there were many other occasions he did, we both did, and what fun we would have. We especially enjoyed pissing and shitting in our wetsuits, when out surfing. We would exchange smiles and knowing glances as we rode the waves together.
Soon Sizwe got permission from his mother to have stay-overs on weekends. I bought him clothes which we kept for our special 'fun' together. During this time, there was a lot of wanking in shitty underwear, and pissed jeans and shorts. I have no idea what Everleena, the maid, thought of all the dirty clothes and towels.
I did ask Sizwe how he came to start shitting and pissing himself, and the answer was quite simple. As a small boy, living in the black township where at night is was very dark and dangerous, he was afraid to go outside at night to the toilet, which, of course was a smelly pit latrene so he would do it in his pants, then empty the poo out in the morning. Hence the nasty stains I discovered in his underwear on the beach. I ask him why he still does it now that he is a teenager. Again another simple answer. Because its HOT he said. He loved the feeing of the hot piss going down his leg and the hot poo squishing in his undies especially when he sat down or lie on the bed. He said his cock was always hard when he did it and as soon as he knew how, he would always have a couple of wanks before getting rid of it.
Well, I have retired now in the UK. I miss my friends in Durban, especially Sizwe. He must be almost 30 years old now, probably married with kids. I have no idea where he is or what he is doing for a living. What I do know is that his poor wife will have plenty of messy undies to wash, and not just the kids!