Shit Happens...Literally

Let me tell you a little story involving infidelity and sins of the flesh. This story may be an urban myth at The Airline, but it could also be true, judging by some of the characters who work there. Be warned, if you have a nervous disposition, please stop reading!

The flight started off smoothly, but turbulence would affect this crew once at their destination, Madrid, where it would reach an almighty, unforgettable climax. First Officer Dutchman (who will remain nameless, the only thing I shall reveal is his nationality) was in the mood for pushing the boundaries and partying like a rockstar. As a Dutchman, he had a reputation to live up to- for some reason, everyone thinks Holland is full of kinky pervs into cock n ball torture, threesomes with sheep and watersports, but this Dutchman was rather conservative. He got up for work and went home to his pretty wife. However, his mind was like the top shelf in Ann Summers. There were so many things he wanted to try, his life was passing him by. He decided tonight would be the night he would take the plunge into the unknown world of buggery.
Gay Steward was very excited boarding the plane at Gatwick. He had packed some Rush and all his favourite appliances he could sneak past customs- buttplugs, ball gags and a Triga movie on his phone. He was hoping to get laid in Madrid- Spaniards are well fit. He always fantasised about being taken roughly by flight deck, but all pilots are straight, right?
During the flight, chemistry built up between the two, which continued into the night in Spain, culminating in a room party, just the two of them. The plucky steward decided to take the plunge- into the Dutchman's willing bottom. The two guys had a night of pure pleasure and indulgence, but all good things come to an end.
The next day on the flight deck, our experimental first officer was doing his pre-flight checks when he got the familiar rumbling in his tum after morning coffee. He needed the toilet quickly, he had a turtle's head badly. However, last night's shenangigans came back to haunt him. After all that unfamiliar sphincter action, he lost control, followed through and had a prolapse IN THE FLIGHT DECK!!!!!!!!

Unfortunately, both co-pilot and steward are unavailable to comment. If you are reading this and think it could be you, please contact me for an interview!