Beau entered the room eager to get to the toilet. It was the closest one he could think of and really needed to go. He was 6'2 and quite broad and hairy, with a bit of weight, but alas not a jock. He spend most of his time playing games rather than getting out.
"This place never changes does it?" Beau said, offended by the smell and poor conditions that one could have expected from the locker room. Putting that aside, he hurried past it all to get to a bathroom stall, his stomach and bowels giving him pressure. Opening the door he was horrified. It was disgusting, liquid on the wall that looked like white hand soap, and what he could only want to assume piss on the floor, but his body didn't exactly give him another option as he turned around and lowered his pants, locking himself in the stall.
Now that was was stuck in there, he started looking at the stall with more detail. The thick substance on the wall was thick and was slowly falling. He grabbed some toilet paper to try clean a bit of it up, horrified that he could be in a stall with cum. With a generous amount, folded upon itself many times to avoid him actually touching the stuff, he began to clean it up. "I'll just flush it after" thinking to himself. But the liquid was still warm, and he could feel that heat through the toilet paper, making him gag. The sheer amount had also started soaking through the paper. Horrified when his hand felt the toilet paper get slimey he threw it on the floor.
As he looked down he noticed his pants had a small dark circle near the bottom, barely connected to the floor. "Don't you dare be..." he lifted his pants a bit and grabbed more toilet paper to try clean it up, unaware that he had been in the stinky cum filled stall had enough for the changes to his already broad, hairy body to have started.