Sudden and unexpected rectal leakage

[Guest Daddy]

Over the past few months, I have noticed that from time to time, and quite unexpectedly I might add, I've had a few bouts with rectal leakage.

It doesn't seem to be a dietary thing or anything like that, they just seem to sneak up on me when I least expect it.

I'm going to a function next weekend where I'm planning on wearing light color pants and suddenly I'm becoming panicked that while I'm out I might have one of these little discharges. Well actually, a bigger one than normal.

Should I load up on Xanax before I go? It always seems as though when you stress out on something the more likely it is to happen.

Has anyone else experienced this problem? It's not like I crapping my pants thank God, but it is rather disturbing.

[Guest glutes]

Has anyone else experienced this problem? It's not like I crapping my pants thank God, but it is rather disturbing.

Just proves that you have shit for brains...

[lookin]

Whatever you do, stay out of the conga line!

[TampaYankee]

I suspect that you will get your best advice from your physician or local pharmacist.

[Guest zipperzone]

The answer is SO obvious.

(1) Wear adult diapers (Depends)

(2) Take an Imodium tablet before you go out.

[Guest Daddy]

Just proves that you have shit for brains...

Thanks for your kind words glutes, but I'm talking about the other end.

[Guest Daddy]

The answer is SO obvious.

(1) Wear adult diapers (Depends)

(2) Take an Imodium tablet before you go out.

(1) Wear adult diapers (Depends).

I won't do that.

(2) Take an Imodium tablet before you go out.

Thank you I didn't know about them. That probably sounds perfect if they work. A friend told me that this is just one of those things you can look forward to with age.

[Guest Daddy]

Whatever you do, stay out of the conga line!

Funny you mention that! It's almost a given that one will break out once everyone is adequately liquored up. Maybe 'll play it safe and bring up the rear as in caboose.

[MsGuy]

(1) Wear adult diapers (Depends).

I won't do that.

Needs must, Daddy. Besides, there are collateral benefits:

[Guest twinklover]

Daddy, maybe you need an examination. Hope you don't spray your doctor.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvbWxm6guKU&feature=related

[Guest twinklover]

Here's a little jam for you, Daddy.

I have to stop any further "leakage" posts. People might start to call me

"stinklover". However, I've always wondered about these overnight reviews where people are fucking at all times of the night and morning after eating a leisurely dinner, room service dessert and breakfast. How do they handle all the fart gas and shit?

[Guest Daddy]

Needs must, Daddy. Besides, there are collateral benefits:

Oh dear, I think I'll stick with the Xanax.

[Guest zipperzone]

(1) Wear adult diapers (Depends).

I won't do that.

(2) Take an Imodium tablet before you go out.

Thank you I didn't know about them. That probably sounds perfect if they work. A friend told me that this is just one of those things you can look forward to with age.

Why would you possibly not consider wearing one. I had to for a brief period after a prostate operation (although my problem was in the front). They are not uncomfortable, no one can notice that you are wearing one, and it beats the hell out of a brown stain showing through white pants.

Do try the Imodium - just one tablet and it works almost immediately.

[Lucky]

One solution to "daddys" rectal leaking:

[Lucky]

After all:

[Guest twinklover]

This is a very serious question, and it goes well beyond Daddy's "rectal leakage" to the $64,000 dollar question. How in general does one maintain a clean asshole, when it is needed and wanted? I work at it but I'm not even a bottom, I just like to be rimmed. My complaints about dirty assholes are legendary. I will not repeat them here. I find that communication is the best answer. And yes, I have seen sudden and unexpected leakage in group scenes, not with Daddy, of course, but still sudden and unexpected. It is not pretty. I can't believe others don't deal with this no-one-wants-to-talk-about-it problem on a recurring basis.

[AdamSmith]

(1) Wear adult diapers (Depends).

I won't do that.

Then wear a butt plug.

If life hands you a lemon, make lemonade.

[AdamSmith]

Just proves that you have shit for brains...

Of course, the OP did not say there was NOT similar leakage from the other end as well.

[AdamSmith]

The Man Who Taught His Asshole to Talk

Excerpted from William S. Burroughs' Naked Lunch

...Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I ever heard.

This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell.

This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventriliquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called “The Better ‘Ole” that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, “Oh I say, are you still down there, old thing?”

“Nah I had to go relieve myself.”

After a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time.

Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and started eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him: “It’s you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk and eat and shit.”

After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpole’s tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous — (did you know there is a condition occurs in parts of Africa and only among Negroes where the little toe amputates spontaneously?) — except for the eyes you dig. That's one thing the asshole couldn’t do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldn’t give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crab’s eyes on the end of a stalk...

http://realitystudio.org/texts/naked-lunch/talking-asshole/

[TampaYankee]

I find that communication is the best answer.

No matter how often I beg, beseech, request, entreat, implore, petition, plead, solicit, demand, or threaten my asshole, it remains in lockstep with its own drummer.

In the past, I saw an escort frequently on an overnight basis over a couple of years. Although he was versatile I was the top in our scene. He had an amazingly regular bioclock when it came to eating and elimination activities. He was also selective about what he ate with regard to potential digestion issues. It was a life schedule he adopted to facilitate his business activities. He was adamant about no sex in the AM, which for us amounted to early afternoon. The rest of the day he was always ready to go with minimal preparation. We never had any unwelcome issue. He was the consumate professional, in addtion to be fun sexy, hot, and hung.

[Guest Daddy]

Then wear a butt plug.

I'm fearful that a butt plug or two may be where this all started!

[Guest Daddy]

The Man Who Taught His Asshole to Talk

Excerpted from William S. Burroughs' Naked Lunch

...Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I ever heard.

This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell.

This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventriliquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called "The Better 'Ole" that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, "Oh I say, are you still down there, old thing?"

"Nah I had to go relieve myself."

After a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time.

Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and started eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him: "It's you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk and eat and shit."

After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpole's tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous — (did you know there is a condition occurs in parts of Africa and only among Negroes where the little toe amputates spontaneously?) — except for the eyes you dig. That's one thing the asshole couldn't do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldn't give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crab's eyes on the end of a stalk...

http://realitystudio...alking-asshole/

Terrific story, thanks for posting. It does kind of remind me of my asshole a lot however. Except in my case, my asshole is always saying:

"feed me...Feed me....."

[Guest Daddy]

Why would you possibly not consider wearing one. I had to for a brief period after a prostate operation (although my problem was in the front). They are not uncomfortable, no one can notice that you are wearing one, and it beats the hell out of a brown stain showing through white pants.

Do try the Imodium - just one tablet and it works almost immediately.

Zipp, I suppose it's all psychological. Plus I don't want my ass to look fat either You know when you're wearing lighter colors, everything shows. And yes, that includes, stains....

A friend last night actually suggested a female product called poise. They're not as intrusive as a diaper, yet if there's a small issue, they're there to soak it up. And they just fit between your legs, which seemingly could be a pleasant bonus.

I think with the poise and the Imodium, I should be fine.

[Lucky]

Zipp, I suppose it's all psychological. Plus I don't want my ass to look fat either You know when you're wearing lighter colors, everything shows. And yes, that includes, stains....

A friend last night actually suggested a female product called poise. They're not as intrusive as a diaper, yet if there's a small issue, they're there to soak it up. And they just fit between your legs, which seemingly could be a pleasant bonus.

I think with the poise and the Imodium, I should be fine.

It's unfortunate that you have the rectal leakage, but you do take it where ever you go, and, quite frankly, it stinks.

[Guest Daddy]

It's unfortunate that you have the rectal leakage, but you do take it where ever you go, and, quite frankly, it stinks.

Quite honestly Lucky, I'll take the leakage any day over having to interact with a cowardly punk like yourself.

If you're looking to go at it, have at it by yourself. I'm certain you'll amuse yourself and probably gain the much needed attention you need and thrive upon to justify your tired old meaningless existence.