An upset stomach in a Road Trip

Oh, what a mortifying moment it was
while I was on a road trip in a group,
my stomach got upset after lunch,
and I knew i have to urgently poop.

I asked one of my friend for help,
I wouldn't hold long, I had no choice.
He saw my state, and went around
inquiring, he finally found a place.

The motel held a hidden toilet
A place that was dirty, messy, and vile
The door lock was broken, so my friend
Had to guard me, standing outside for a while

I had to push and grunt and suffer
My bowels did not leave me in peace
Lots of smell and fart sounds made me shudder
As I struggled with my guts to release

I knew he was outside hearing
I was embaressed as hell
I had to do my business with him behind
a broken door and getting the smell.

When I tried to flush, the water wouldn't run,
So again I asked him for his aid.
And he saw me in all my unglory,
But there was no need to be afraid.

For he was happy to see me trusting
And revealing myself to him so raw
In fact, he was turned on by my lusting
And saw the beauty in what most would abhor

He helped me flush my "things"
He help me to clean me up.
He helped me to wear my jeans
before we went back to the group.

We kept our little secret to ourselves
But our eyes and smiles gave it away
And we carried on as if nothing happened
But our bond was stronger from that day