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End Stall Em
Last Saturday my friend Lainee whose in three of my classes at school
wanted to go bowling. There were on-line coupons that made three games
really cheap if we bowled them before noon on Saturday. So Friday at
school, we decided to to it. I woke up at 8 a.m. when Lainee called me to
say she was walking over to get me in like 15 minutes. I was surprised
and could feel quite a bit of crap I was holding and had been holding for
most of the day on Friday, but I had only two times to sit on the toilet
and each time there was something that kept me from releasing it. I think
both times Friday by the time I got a stall and sat down, the warning
bell rang and I had to pull my panties and jeans up and make a run to
class.

When Lainee came to my door, she was in a hurry and had her 5 year old
brother Adam with her. Her parents had had to go out of town on business
at the last minute and she was stuck with him for the weekend. He was
very impatient and acting up because he didn’t want to go bowling. I
didn’t want to invite them in and have all that hassle for Lainee while I
went to to the upstairs toilet next to my room. So I decided to hold my
crap, even though it gave me that really buldging feeling. That feeling
also causes me not to be hungry. I stuffed my oney and house key in my
jeans and we started our six block walk to the lanes. The more I walked
the more I got the feeling that I needed to crap. I mentioned it to
Lainee and she said she was surprised I hadn’t gone at home. “No thanks
to you…..” I thought to myself. Then Adam started saying things like
tugging on his sister’s arm and saying “Em’s got to poo” and “How will Em
poo?” Like I really need that, if you’ve read my other posts.

Well, we got about three blocks farther along and we were walking by one
of those coin laundries. It was packed but I told Lainee I thought I
would go in and use the bathroom. She said that was OK. There must have
been about 50 people using the machines and in the back I saw the sign
for the toilet. There was just one toilet so I figured it must be unisex.
I didn’t remember ever using one before, even when my mom was with me. We
had to walk around lots of people with baskets of clothing out and some
of whom were sitting on benches or chairs reading. I was getting a little
scared since I didn’t know how unisex bathrooms worked, but my anus was
starting to cry out “urgent”. The door was closed and I tried to open it
but it was locked. I felt bad because I know how I feel when I’m on the
toilet at school and someone is shaking my stall door. In my defense
however, I wasn’t able to see feet below the door. Adam looked at me and
asked “Em, are you going to poo you pants?” I just frowned at him and
thought how obnoxious boys that age are. Lainee leaned down and told him
to shut up, but I knew he wouldn’t. Finally, the door slowly opened and a
boy about Adam’s age (4 or 5) came out. His sweats were only pulled up to
where his penis was exposed

At first it looked like Lainee was going to grab him to help him out, but
I just grabbed the door and went in. He left the light on and that’s
good, but my right hand when I went to close the door grabbed the inside
handle and I could instantly feel it was wet. I was just starting to
gross out as I thought about what the liquid was and as I pulled my jeans
and panties down, luckily I looked at the seat. It was down and dripping
with pee. It was a complete full seat, unlike those at school that have
the cut in the front so you can’t get pee on the seats (I’ve never
understood though why they don’t have the full seats on the girls
toilets!) Well, I took a stip of toilet paper and wiped off the left side
first and there was so much pee that it was coming through onto my hands.
I took a longer stip for the front and right and I wiped it off. Then I
noticed more yellow pee (the seat was white although badly stained) on
the back of the seat so I took more toilet paper and wiped it, although I
got to thinking that I didn’t need to because I would never sit that far
back. I pulled down my jeans and panties to the floor and once on the
seat with three strong pushes (the last being the hardest) I was able to
push out a foot-long crap that was almost 2-inches in diameter. It was so
large it hurt me for a moment.

I sat and must have used five or six different handfuls of toilet paper
to clean myself. The crap was softer on the outside and messier to clean
myself after. Finally, when I was convinced I was clean, still seated I
reached back and pushed the flusher. Again, my hand got wet from you know
what. I quickly stood up and pulled up my panties and jeans. I moved
pretty fast in opening the door and exiting because I wasn’t sure if the
stool would flush or not. I did, luckily, and I told Lainee I sure felt
good after dropping my load. Adam, who thought that was funny, kept
repeating it until we got to the bowling lanes and he was diverted by
something else.

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Thursday, October 08, 2009

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Pooperazzi
It’s been a year since I posted but yesterdays experience just has to be
told. It was Wednesday morning and I hadn’t had a BM since Saturday
evening, so I knew I was in for quite a session on the toilet sooner or
later. Most likely sooner. Either way I went off to work and made it all
the way to lunchtime when I was taking a walk in the local town park just
to get out of the office.

As often happens the exercise started things moving and it wasn’t long
before I felt the building pressure of my poo announcing its intention to
start coming out. Unconcerned, I made for the nearest restroom and went
in. I was surprised to discover that only one stall was provided and that
consisted of just two brick walls about five feet high, one on each side
of the toilet. There was no door, and this momentarily had me concerned.
Unfortunately there was now an urgency now building that left me with no
alternative but to drop my pants and sit down.

With my pants around my ankles I sat down thankfully and relaxed, happy
to be able to let nature take its course. I was still sitting there five
minutes later with an intense pressure building but the only thing to
show for it was the very tip of my turd, which had emerged from my hole.
At that instant an elderly guy, I suppose in his 50s or 60s came around
the corner, obviously under the assumption that no one was in the stall.
As soon as he saw me he stopped dead in his tracks, loudly exclaimed,
“Oh….I’m sorry young man” and immediately disappeared.

Another five minutes passed and the pressure had become so intense that
even more of my turd had emerged. I’m guessing only about an inch or two,
but more than enough to create some considerable pain in my asshole as it
tried to open wider and wider. I was now so consumed by the pain in my
ass and the concentration of taking my shit that I barely noticed as
another guy walked into view. He looked at me and I casually looked back
at him. But then he hesitated and without saying anything just waved his
hand in recognition. He continued to stare and smiled, only then
retreating back to disappear just out of sight. I was too engaged in my
struggle to pay to much attention but then I saw him leaning over so I
could just see his head. He was clearly staring at me again.

This time I managed to croak “Hi”, more to let him know I could see he
was looking at me rather than a greeting. This proved to be a bad idea
because he took it as an invite to move right in front of my stall and
simply stare at me. I groaned as my turd finally opened my hole as far as
it needed to come all the way out. Still staring at me, he said “Looks
like it hurts…..that happens to me a lot” and he smiled. I answered him
with a strangled “Yeah” and leaned back on the toilet to try and ease the
pain in my hole.

In agony I felt my loaf slowly sliding out and for about two minutes,
which seemed like an eternity, I sat leaning back, legs open, my pants
around my ankles, my asshole hurting like nothing on earth and this guy
just two or three feet away smiling and enjoying the scene.

Finally I felt my turd narrow down and then leave my ass entirely,
letting my hole close and a tremendous sense of relief come over me as
the pain faded away. It was only then I realized that I was sitting there
fully exposed and, not at all unusual for me, with a massive erection on
full display.

I rater sheepishly stood up, took some toilet paper and wiped. Luckily it
was a perfectly clean shit and it didn’t even mark the paper. The guy
watched intently as I started to pull up my pants and with an almost
cheerful “Take care” disappeared out of the restroom.

I really am now wondering why on earth they put doorless stalls in any
toilets. Does anybody have any ideas?

Pooperazzi.

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Upstate Dave
Hi gain to all. Hre I’ll tell more times seeing girls pee in different
places or things that wer on the odd side. Barbie S first girl saw and
take a standing pee in the toilet. My fiends sistor Barbie H took a pee
in a glass. (first time seeing this done) She also was the first girl
that peed in a big flower pot in her room. Also she was the one who would
wrap toilet paper across the toilet seat opening then get right up on the
seat poop on the toilet paper then pee which would make the paper break
dropping her poop right into the toilet. (first girl that I saw do both)

A girl named Louise was the first girl that I had seen pee and she also
was the first girl that I saw pee outside and I peed in front of. There
was a neighbors daughter that peed in my sink, in my shower, and in my
mop bucket all in one day when she was visting me. Her sistor was the
first girl that I saw pee and poop infront of friends ouside doing it in
a trash can.

Susan first girl that peed and pooped hovering in a high squat over the
toilet. She was also the first girl to sit on my knees outdoors and pee
and poop. The girl that peed in my sink, in my shower, and mop bucket was
the fisrt girl along with her friend had a peeing contest in the backseat
of a car and I saw all of the contest between the two girls.

Barbie S, her sistor Jeannie, and Barbie H all peed in a old bathtub in
my barn together. I also peed in the tub after they all did. Diane peed
under her front porch. Peggy and Susan sistors pee and pooped outside in
the familys compost pile behind the garage. Maryellen first to share a
toilet with me while we both sat on it and peed. J first girl to pee and
poop while we were sharing sitting on the toilet. I did the same too.
Last for now a girl at a concert was the first girl that I had seen pee
in the mens bathroom infront of many guys in the mens room.

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Laurel
I’ve talked in previous posts about using public toilets a lot, largely
since I’m gone a lot from like during my morning exercise workout in the
park, the bank where I work full-time, my graduate classes in the
evening, and when my live-in boyfriend and I are out doing things on
weekends. Well this past weekend he got a call from his mother who was
scheduled for moderately severe surgery. She lives two states away so he
and I drove up on Friday and I dropped him off so he could stay there for
the week as she recovers and then I’m going to drive down and pick him up
this weekend. It’s about a six hour drive, but since it’s largely by
interstate, it’s not that bad.

Sometimes a change in my schedule such as not working out, staying home
from work, etc. will cause me to be constipated. Although we did stop
twice to pee and stretch our legs on the way down, Sunday morning during
the drive I got to thinking about how this was my third day without a
crap. (We had made the drive down on Friday). I had my usual coffee
(although the portion was about 8 ounces more) and I was still drinking
on it when I saw the sign for a rest stop. I remembered each of the
buildings on the way down had about 4 or 5 stalls and actually were
pretty nice. I prefer to have the elderly around rather than little kids
and the number of little kids was a concern to me at one stop last week
because they were just running all over the place and messing abound with
the the plumbing and lights (the bathroom had those automatic light
sensors in the entryway)and they were playing with a flooded sink while
their mom was in a stall. But despite all the commotion, I was able to
pee.

This time I was stopping at the same exit number but using the restrooms
in the opposite direction. It was about 10 a.m. and my crap was
announcing its arrival and I was so happy that there was a rest stop
there because there was a sign “Caution” next rest area 60 miles”.
Holding it for another 45 minutes or an hour would be cruel and unusual
punishment. This time there was three stalls; I selected the middle one
without checking out the other two. There was no mess on the floor, the
toilet had been flushed and there were two rolls of toilet paper on the
holder. My kind of stall. I dropped my jeans and underwear to floor level
and placed myself on the seat. It didn’t seem that comfortable at first,
so I slid myself back farther. This was one of those longer,
old-fashioned black seats like I had become familiar with in high school.
I sure like the comfort they provide. I was starting to push, but knew
this was going to be a 15 or 20 minute stop because I wanted a break, had
to crap, and I just enjoy sitting and thinking. (I’ve posted before about
doing a similar thing at 5 a.m. or 5:30 a.m. in the morning when I often
am riding my bike and stop at the toilet building in our park for a crap).

Well, on this day it was not to be. A mother and daughter (I suspected
the girl was about 8 or 9) came in arguing and it got even hotter when
she talked back to her mother and her mother threatened to hit her. I
could tell they were upset when they couldn’t get stalls next to each
other, but as they took their stalls and prepared to sit down, they
continued their argument. The mom was threatening her daughter with an
enema when they got to their next hotel room and the daughter sassed her
mother back and called her a “pervert” and said that none of her friends
at school even know what an enama is. To that mom said: “Yes, but they’re
normal and they shit every day or two, they don’t go four ####### days
without taking a ####### shit.” Then there was a follow-up remark on how
her 3-year-old brother does a better job because he really tries at it.
Then the girl came back with a remark about how embarrassing it is to
keep a toilet log for the doctor and then the mom told the daughter she
just needed to concentrate on it more. Then the girl said something
sarcastic and the mom said something hurtful back about carrying the
toilet log in her purse next year when she starts middle school. The girl
said that would suck and the mom said “plan on it.”

I was surprised that I was caught in the middle of this argument. There
was no consideration of me although it was obvious to both of them that
my stall was occupied. They calmed down the sharpness of their words
after about 15 minutes when I luckily dropped in fast succession three
pieces of about seven inches each. Even as I was wiping and stood with
the automatic flusher going, they were still arguing with the girl
telling her mom she was pushing as hard as she could, but she was going
to have to let her down again. To that the mom said something like “I’ve
got half a bowl here, you just need to sit longer and ####### focus!”

Even now two days later that argument disturbs me. I just feel the mother
is unreasonable, unbending and wrecking what little confidence her
daughter has. It’s so sad.

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Amanda M
So the prune juice worked that day for me. A little while after I drank
it I got the urge to go. It worked faster then usual.I went up to the
bathroom sat on the toilet and gave a push and I could feel it starting
to come but it hurt really bad.I grabbed the side of the counter and just
pushed as hard as I can and finally it came out along with some loose
stuff.I breathed a huge sign of relief. It felt so good to get that out.
I wiped a few times then flushed sprayed and came back down.
A while later I was at my grandpops when I felt another urge to go coming
on.It wasnt that bad so I just ignored it cause you know I get
embarrassed going in other places.When I got home I had to go pee so I
went to the bathroom to go and while I was peeing a few squirts of pure
liquid diarrhea came out.I gave a push and another squirt came out It
looked and sounded like I was peeing out of my butt.I sat there for about
10 minutes then I felt done so I wiped and flushed but as soon as I
pulled up my pants I realized I had to go again so I sat back down and
squirted out more brown water. I sat there for close to a half hour
squirting out liquid farting occasionally. then finally i felt done so I
wiped flushed and went to bed.

A few days later I went with my problem.It was a little hard but it came
with no problem.Now last night I couldnt go again and I drank more prune
juice but it didnt work.I didnt even get an urge to go at all.

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Guy
I had a one night stand last night with this girl called Kirsty, she
stayed over at my flat.
This morning at about 6am her stomach started churning really loudly.
I pretended to be asleep, she got up and went to my ensuite toilet.
After about a minute I heard her quietly groaning, then there was this
really loud fart sound, (it made me jump!) followed by a loud splash.
Then she didnt hold back, giving my toilet a serious pounding – she
farted and pooped over the next 10 minutes.
Just when I thought she was done, there would be another loud fart and
plop, she obviously wasnt bothered that I could hear her.
When she returned to my bed,she said sorry if she woke me, but she was
due to start her period.
We both got dressed, had our breakfast, exchanged telephone numbers and
went on our seperate ways to work.
I didn’t use the ensuite toilet until tonight for a pee – I think it was
slightly clogged from this morning, so I plunged it to shift the blockage.

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Thomas R
This is my first post on here, a mate of mine told me about this site and
I have two great incidents to share with you. I will leave one until I
have checked the rules about what you can put on here but this is a
proper toilet story.
About 2 months ago I was working in west Scotland, I am a pipe line
surveyor and spend a lot of time camping or in motor homes while working,
I work with another chap and we have a rule that we don’t use the toilet
in the campervan. We were in a remote valley and our survey site was half
an hour walk from where we could park. Now I never have any problems
having a poo in fact I tend to go 2 or 3 times a day, however on this
occasion I had not been for 3 days and I was really starting to feel it.
It was in the afternoon we were walking back to the van to upload our
work onto the laptops when we walked passed a little shed I walked round
the side of it to see what it was it had no door but a double recess
which had a sign painted on it which said knock and shout before entering
so I did got no answer so I went in it was a latrine hut it was very
bright as it had a large window in the roof and an oblong box with two
toilet holes cut in the top. I though I would give it a go as it was
better that squatting behind a rock trying to take a dump I popped out
and said to my mate I was going to spend a bit of time in there and off
he went. Luckily I had toilet paper in my rucksack so I dropped my
trousers and pants a sat down to try and shift some turds. I was quite
nice in there very bright and we had not seen anyone for hours so I
relaxed and start to push, it was hard going and after about ten minutes
I had a large and very uncomfortable turd sticking out of my anus by a
few inches, I was just bearing down again when a women cam rushing in
holding her stomach, I immediately tensed up a said can you please wait
outside I was so embarrassed,
This women was about 5’4 with red hair and very attractive, she said I am
so sorry I have to go with that she pulled her jeans an pants down and
sat on the hole next to me.
I was shocked she turned to me a said sorry again and that she had not
been for 8 days and she was out walking and got the urge. I did not know
what to do I still had this turd sticking out of my arse and I was tense
now so I could not push that well Jenny
(as it turned out her name was) said to me to relax and carry on as it
was natural she then started to groan a little and was really pushing
hard and I could see she was in a lot of discomfort, anyway I had relaxed
a little and start to try an push this turd out, it was coming but slowly
by now jenny had lifted her bum of the seat and was kind of squat pushing
I could not help looking she had a massive turd hanging out of her it was
about 8 inches long and solid and black she asked me if I could see it
and I said yes it was coming out she sat back down put her hand over and
griped mine and said let push together I did not know what to say so I
just did it we grip each other hard and pushed very hard her turd came
out followed by a lot of farts and a squirt of diarrhoea and I could feel
her relax and she was breathing heavily she asked how I was doing and I
said it was still not out she put her hand on my stomach and gently
rubbed it I was embarrassed but she said it was the least she could do as
it was her fault I could not finish, I gave one more push and out it came
what a relief. We both sat there for a few minutes and the she asked if I
had any toilet paper I handed her the roll but she asked if I had
finished as she need to clean herself up but I had more on the way, ok
she said can you look away which I did she had to wipe a lot and the
smell was bad, while she was doing that I manages to push another turd
out and thought I was done. She pulled up her pants jeans and said she
would wait outside
I went to wipe but I still need to get rid of more so I carried on after
5 minutes I wiped clean and went out side Jenny was sitting on a rock she
gave me some hand wipes from her ruck sack and we chatted for a few
minutes she told me she could not believe she had done that but was so
desperate to go she had to and after 8 days she could not let the urge
go. We walked for about 10 minutes and the she gave me a kiss on the
cheek said goodbye and took another track. I still am shocked that
happened I always thought women were so private about things like that.
Time to go but I will try and put my other story up soon.

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JacobG in FL
Greg – Thank you for remembering me! I haven’t posted in a long time –
but I still occasionally return to this site and read the posts. I have
very fond memories of this site and it will always be one of my favorite
sites. Wow, it must have been about 10 years ago (when I first got an
internet connection) that I discovered this site and found out that I
wasn’t the only person in the world who had a “toilet” interest. That
sounds strange today, but ten years ago – before the internet evolved
into what it is today – we didn’t have a way to connect. It was a very
liberating experience for me. Today, I don’t have as much time to post as
I did back then, but I promise to post as soon as I have an interesting
story to tell. I wonder if “Thom” is still around? He posted some great
stories starting well before page 100.

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Straight Shooter
If you ever wanted to hear the male side of it girls…

There seems to be alot of women out there who are pee or poop-shy, ladies
we know you want us to think all you do is tinkle or just walk in and
magically vacate fairy dust from your privates but you would be surprised
what that taboo has done for the fetish community 😛

I have to say in all honesty you might wanna just do your deed, most men
don’t care cause we know that everybody has to use the bathroom and its
just a function (ALL GENDERS REMEMBER TO FLUSH AND USE MATCHES OR SPRAY
AS A COURTESY).

Please dont run the water while you use the bathroom cause men know that
trick and will just know and understand that you are trying to cover up
the sounds of shitting, and padding the toliet with paper is just a waste
of precious toliet paper!!!! Lord only knows you women use enough as is 😛

and if you are fart shy just remmember to take it into the bathroom as a
courtesy, we dont care if we hear it but we may not want to be at ground
zero when it happens LOL

Sincerely,
Straight Shooter

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morgan
Love to go the first time in morning,allows me to pee sitting & have a BM
at the same time.Growing up i had to take all of my clothes off to poop
now i can sit on the toilet with my pants down to my ankles or halfway
down.I remember one time i had to poop so bad that before i could sit
down the poop just flowed out all on the seat& everywhere what a time.I
love to take a laxative to clean my system out&to have a clean feeling
inside& out.Also sometimes i have an erection before i have to go, what a
feeling afterwards.Love to pee in the shower especially if someone is
there with me.

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Wednesday, October 07, 2009

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Plunging Plop Guy

Hi Greg, and yes, I’m back! I stopped posting some time ago as something
must have been wrong with my PC and my posts weren’t uploading. I’ve
continued lurking occasionally, but recently there seems to have been
more guys posting about great experiences of sitting on toilets, and so
I’ll be visiting here much more frequently!

I spent a while enjoying reading many very interesting posts, and John
Philip’s accounts of his very pleasurable time on the toilet are great to
read. Also Turd Lover who seems to enjoy getting a good bum splash on the
toilet as much as I do! Declan’s recent post brought to mind so many of
the guys who posted regularly a few years ago, and it was great to know
that at least one other person remembers so many of my favourite reports
of men plopping on toilets. One of my favourites though, was Dazz who
described every exciting detail of his turds plopping into the toilet and
soaking his bum with the splashes!

Next time I post, I’ll describe some of the interesting sessions I’ve
heard on the toilet from guys who have been quite loud as they plopped!

Wishing everyone good health, and happy plopping! PPG

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Turd Lover
Hey Plunging Plop Guy, I wanted to answer your question about producing
great splashes. Of course, the first requirement is a BM of sufficient
mass and size. Normally, I let the turd move naturally from my lower
bowels until it’s about to emerge from my butthole and then work my anal
muscles in a puckering motion, holding the log back for a few extra
seconds, then letting go while simultaneously tightening my glutes,
thereby forcing the brown torpedo into the water with greater velocity
and impact. This works most of the time. Also, the shape of the turd
determines the splash pattern. Big fat logs produce nice splashes —
sort of a “cannonball” effect. Real long slender turds normally enter the
water like an olympic high diver resulting in very little splash. Eating
alot of starch-rich foods and breads is usually the ticket to beautiful
brown monsters and terrific splashes. Happy Shitting !!

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Greg
Hey, I just wanted to give a shout out to Dump Bud and thank him for his
very kind words several pages back!!!! I really appreciate the
encouragement. I haven’t had much to post since the new good experiences
have been a little dry lately. I’m sure you would agree its not like the
good old days when we were younger and we lived and traveled in a world
of young guys at school and in sports. I still do have some OLD TRULY
CLASSIC (!!!) stories to tell, but I’m thinking I want to save them up
for a bit and wait until things get a little dull around here. I have
been working on a classic Mike story and really want to get it right
cause you only get one chance and once you hit the “Submit” button below,
it’s done and you’re stuck with the product you submitted, even if you
think of a way better way to say it later on! You are definitely right
about this forum having become mostly female stories. I would say it’s
now 85-15 female. But if you look at the early years of the forum, I
would say it may have been as much as 70% male stories. Back then, we had
a whole slew of guys like “Plunging Plop Guy,” “Jacob G in FL,” Justin
and a whole bunch of others delivering classic guy stories in a wide
variety of ways. Hopefully, some of that talent will return and post on
this site soon. It’s a bit much for me to carry the whole “load” by
myself! (Pun intended.)

Also, I was thrilled with the return of David and his GREAT stories about
himself and less-than-comfortable spots for his friends to be in! David,
if you’re still there, I think your posts are AWE-SOME and I hope you
will keep the great stories coming!!! My favorite of yours HAS to be the
one where you needed to do your personal business at your girlfriend’s
house and her little brothers were giving you a bad time of it. So many
of us can so relate to having to deal with a bratty little sibling of a
friend or a girlfriend and it can sometimes put your diplomacy and tact
to the test! I kind of held off posting when I saw your recent round of
stories because I didn’t want to be seen as trying to compete with you!
When can we expect to see your story of revenge on the GF’s little bro
anyway???

Gotta run! Anyhow, Dump Bud, when the heck are YOU going to post some
stories of your own for ME to critique???? What are somme of your
favorite all-time posts on this forum?? I already know you liked my
“Anti-Zip” post from a few years back, but what are some others, and not
necessarily ones I have posted!!!

Be Safe,

Greg

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John Philip
Jry: Yes I’m still here, but my shits haven’t been anything exceptional
to write about, so I mostly read other stories until I can think of
something worth posting. If I can obtain more Immodium I might try that
again. That was, in fact, one of the best!

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Zip
Brian-I think the toilet you described is called a long drop pit toilet,
or something like that. I saw an article that described how a girl got
stuck in one when she reached down to pick up her purse that fell in. I
guess it is just a box that everyone sits on and the crap drops into a
big pit. The funny thing was there was a picture of one of these toilet
set-ups included in the article. You just sit next to whoever might be
there, male or female, because there are partitions between the seats,
but they don’t reach the ground. Like unisex stalls. The picture showed
the toilets from the outside, and you could see the bare (very white)
legs of some guy with his trousers and underwear around his ankles. Not
for the very modest, I suppose.

I took a dump at the swap meet a few weeks ago. High partitions usually
mean modest toilet users, since you can see from the floor up to slightly
above the toilet seat. Not this time, though. The 4 stalls became
occupied at the same time and I took the one closest to the entrance. I
dropped my shorts and briefs down and had a seat. As I sat, I glanced
down the row to see if my neighbors were modest as usual. Nope. The guy
to my right had pulled his dark blue jeans and very bright white briefs
down to his ankles. They were the good ol’ standbys, Fruit of The Loom.
He started crapping right away. The next guy was also wearing blue jeans,
not as dark, and white briefs. His underwear had turned inside out as
they were pulled down. The guy in the last stall was wearing shorts, like
me. They were also down around his ankles. He also wore briefs, but they
were blue, and they were suspended slightly above his shorts. Myself, I
had my green and white striped briefs also slightly above my shorts. This
would have made a perfect calendar picture with the caption “Swap Meet
Nachos continue to wreak havoc on Visitors”, or something like that.

Me and the guy next to me were both on our toes while crapping. We all
finished up around the same time.

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Plunging Plop Guy

Well done, Turd Lover for that great shit you had that drenched your
bottom! Wish I could do ones like that every day! You must have a nice
deep toilet to get such good splashes, but how do you produce such big
turds?

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Kat
Well…first time posting. Dont really know what to say.
LOL. Okay, I’m five two, ninety pounds, and have long blonde hair down to
my waist. So, my boyfriend and I went out with some of my friends one
day, and I had been constipated for about a week and I was feeling really
bloated and uncomfortable. Anyway, we went out and then had some greasy
food for lunch. So, we all went to the mall and I was starting to feel
really crampy. So, I told them I was going to the bathroom. I spent like
fifteen minutes in there trying to do something, but I couldnt get
anything out, so I just went back to hanging out with my friends. Half an
hour later, I was feeling really sick. I figured it would be okay to fart
once, so I did. It was a mistake cause I ended up having diarrhea in my
pants. So, I guess it was kind of obvious, but I didnt tell anyone and
just walked around real slow and tried to ignore it. My boyfriend asked
if I was okay, and I said I was. At this time, I shit my pants again and
started having really bad cramps so I just sat on the floor of the mall
and felt like crying. My boyfriend told my friends I wasnt feeling well
and offered to take me back to his place for a while. I felt so sick in
the car and knew I was going to have another accident so I told my
boyfriend to find some place to stop, but we were in the middle of the
high way…so, I just sat there clenching my butt cheeks and crying. I
was okay for awhile, but it started getting really bad so my boyfriend
told me to just mess my pants again. I felt bad enough to actually do it.
It was so gross, just sitting there with my crap in my pants. We got to
his apartment and I went to the bathroom and threw out my panties and
jeans and squirted out some mushy shit for half an hour.My stomach still
felt really bad, but I couldnt get anything else out so I just wiped and
laid down and had bad cramps and gas. I was so embarrassed that I was
just lying on my boyfriend’s couch like that. He was really nice though
and asked if he wanted me to massage my stomach. I said yes. So he did
for awhile and I just started shitting on the couch. I felt really bad
after that. My boyfriend helped me to the bathroom and went to go clean
off his couch. I had some more diarrhea but not a lot. My stomach still
hurt so bad and eventually my boyfriend came in and asked if there was
anything he could do. I just sat there having cramps and said no. He sat
on the tub next to me and rubbed my back for while I tried to shit.
Eventually, I felt a fat turd start to come out. I strained for a while
but I couldnt get it out. I felt so sick. I kept straining for a little
while before my boyfriend took some K-Y jelly and rubbed it around my
hole for me. I squeezed out the turd and then had a diarrhea explosion
and shit for like five minutes straight. I moaned for a bit, clutching my
stomach because of the cramps and my boyfriend started to rub my stomach
for me again. I had another explosion but still felt pretty full. I sat
on the toilet for another hour before having some more diarrhea. After
that, I felt a little better and went to sleep. I woke up around two
feeling sticky and hot and realized that I had shit myself in my sleep. I
started crying again and told my boyfriend, who helped me to the bathroom
again and put the sheets in the wash. I had diarrhea for about an hour
after that and finally felt better.
So…that’s kind of it.
Lol.
-Kat

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Cady
I’m answering Lurker’s question here. Actually we live in Asia &
transpotation is rather a big deal over here. I work about 50 km away
from where my parents live which is the main city, but it takes about 4-5
hours to get back home.. So me & my sister decided to rent out an
apartment and live there during the weekdays. I’m rather busy these
days.. will be writing again when things happen..

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steve
Had the sister in law round for tea today.Boy can she poo.
All you hear is the toilet flush with a poo out at the same time, then
another round of poop followed by flush, more poo then flush more poo,
then flush, then 2 courtesy flushes followd by a horrific smell as she
leaves my toilet.
At least she tells me when the toilet gets clogged by her…..

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Keith D
To Julie. S.: Hi, can you please tell us more about megacolon? I have had
similar problems to those you describe with chronic constipation. I find
that doctors are usually uninterested in constipation-related problems
and it is difficult to diagnose a condition. Some people don’t understand
that it is not just about diet.

I suffered for a long time with chronic constipation. I understand what
you mean about preferring to use public toilets. It’s no fun having to go
at home and can be quite embarrassing if you need to spend a long time on
the toilet, make a lot of noise or clog the toilet.

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Dani
Hi, I’m Dani and I’m a 14 year old female with black wasit long hair and
I live with my four siblings. My two brothers Danny and Travis (were
triplites) and the oldest sister, Burnice.
So it was a REALLY HOT DAY, and we got some ice cream. I had NO IDEA that
I was lactosot intolerant until I was like 16 so I had two ice cream
cones and by the time I got to the car, I had to take a major crap.
“Danny, I’ve gotta poop!” I whisperded to him. He smielded and went over
to Travis and Burnice. I don’t know what he said, but he mist’ve made
them keep me there to mess my pants. So I called Mom to pick me up
because I wasn’t feeling well and she came to get me. On our way back, we
got stuck in traffic and by then I was pretty desperte.
When we DID finally get home, my brothers and sister were already there
and Burnice was in the bathroom and Travis was in the other one so I was
forced to wait myt run and I knew they were taking so long on purpose. So
when Burnice came out, I ran in and pult my mini-skirt down only enough
to go but I couldn’t stop the load from exploding in my panties. As if
that wasn’t bad enough, several more loads came out and my bowels kept
exploding. FInally, I ended it with a warm stream of pee that lasted for
about a minute and sat on the toilet. I starteded back up again and this
time, I went for about 15 to 49 minutes. It was horrible because I was
forcing myself to poop. I pounded on the wall and everything.
Never again will I tell ANY OF MY SIBLINGS I have to pee or poop, because
I KNOW I will regreate it!
-Dani

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College guy
Hey everyone, I’ve posted on here before but I’ve always used a different
name. Never really thought about having some sort of permanent name.
Anyway, I’m 19, 6 ft 1, and just under 200 pounds. I’ve had an
interesting past few days in terms of having to poop. If things are going
pretty regularly for me, then I generally only have to poop once ever 2-3
days. I’m not sure why knowing that there are so many people who go every
single day (sometimes more), I guess it has to do with diet and habit.
Anyway, a few days ago I woke up and started getting ready for class when
I realized I was getting that urge to go. I knew I hadn’t gone in a
couple of days, but I didn’t have time to do it then so I just resigned
myself to wait until later in the day when I was done with classes. So I
finally left and rode my bike to class (don’t have my car available to go
to classes, and it’s too far to walk). It’s only like a 10 minute bike
ride, but apparently that was enough to unsettle things down there,
because by the time I got to class I needed to go. While I could have
gone during the class if I wanted, I didn’t want to miss any notes
because it’s a fairly important class. So I waited, counting down the
minutes until class was over. However, the teacher finished giving
lecture about a half hour early and gave us worksheets to work on what we
had just gone over. I decided to take this opportunity to take a quick
trip to the bathroom. I went in, grabbed a stall and sat down, but I no
longer felt the urge to go. I guess I was too worried about trying to go
quickly, but it was very difficult to push anything out. I managed to get
a couple of small turds out and figured that would be enough to be ok for
now, I could just finish later. So I wiped up and when washing my hands I
noticed that two other guys in the class apparently had the same idea as
me in going. Thought that was a little odd, I assumed I would be the only
one in there.

That’s where things have gotten weird for me. Ever since then, I’ve been
having to go a lot. I ended up going twice more that day, once the next
day, once yesterday, and already once today, each time less than 24 hours
from the previous one. And it’s not like I’m sick, everything is normal
(even the turds are still fairly solid like normal) I’m just going way
more often. Sometimes I feel like I’m having a little gas when I realize
that I actually have to go again. The only thing I can think is that
maybe having a minor diet change (after that initial day of pooping a
lot) has had something to do with it. I came home for a few days since we
have a break at school, and I’ve been eating more normal, healthy food
instead of the junk served at the dining halls. Either way, it’s kinda
odd having to go so much, but at the same time kinda nice. I recently
revealed to one of my best friends (a beautiful girl who I kinda like)
the enjoyment in talking about pooping experiences with girls. I was a
little nervous, but decided to tell when the opportunity came up because
I knew she wouldn’t judge me. But at the same time, I’m still a little
hesitant to talk about it because I’m not sure if she totally enjoys
talking about it. So I’m trying to decide how to bring it up again. I
also am trying to see if I can ever get her to tell of any experiences
she has, because I would love to know. Any tips for people with past
experience would be great appreciated!!

Sorry for the long post everyone. Braidy, I enjoy reading your stories,
but I hope things get better for you. And thanks for that story Scott! I
enjoyed it, and I’m curious to know if you ever plan on trying to see if
she’s open to talking about pooping experiences (since most girls seem to
be all secretive about it). Please let us know if you have more to add on!

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Stac
to Braidy:

I enjoyed your story about the para-teacher having to take you to the
bathroom during the test. That would suck. I agree with you about not
minding pee in the bowl before sitting down. I won’t, however, sit down
and crap on top of someone else’s crap. I guess it’s just too gross. I
have a question about what you wrote about the para and how she put paper
over the seat before sitting to pee. I’m sure that those who paper the
seats have trouble with keeping the paper on until they sit on it. Do you
feel somewhat guilty that the person next to you won’t sit on the bare
seat and you are in the next stall doing exactly that? When I’ve been in
situations like that, I’ve sometimes wondered if such papering people
might feel even a little conscious of the extra time whey are taking to
put and keep their paper on the seat and that they may be keeping the
pee-er or crapper an hour later from having the needed toilet paper to
wipe with.

Next, here is my story:

This past summer I was at a concert at our big city auditorium. It was a
sell out and there were probably about 10,000 people there. It’s an older
building so there’s a shortage of restrooms and toilets. Well after the
first band, I went into the restroom (after standing outside in the
hallway in a line of about 50 people) and there were at least another 50
inside waiting for stalls. There were about 25 or 30 stalls but there
were some really slow people. You can tell when you’re standing and
waiting and during your wait one stalls opens 3 times and the stall next
to it doesn’t open and you can’t even see movement in the legs that are
sitting there.

Well, a stall opened and a girl about 12 came out; I raced to it, latched
the door behind me and had my shorts and underwear down down and I was on
the seat and peeing within a couple seconds. I knew it was going to be a
longer pee because I had been drinking a lot of soda all day, so I
reached down on the floor and pulled my phone out of my purse so I could
text Connor and tell him about the opening act. As I was pulling my phone
up, a girl was kind of frantic and knocked on my door and I could see her
eyeball in the opening. She said she was going to hurl and needed to get
in right away. Well, my pee stream was still going and I told her she’d
have to wait. The girl on the stool next to me, however, got up and ran
out. The sick girl threw herself to her knees and I heard her quickly
lift the seat. In fact, she threw it back so far you could hear it hit
the real wall so hart that I thought it might drop back on her. You could
hear her nauseated noises, but luckily she didn’t hurl right then and
there. She quickly got up, dropped the seat and again I heard a thud as
her underwear and jeans hit the floor at the same time the threw her butt
onto the seat. She gasped a couple of times and fell against the
partition so hard that it shook my entire stall. I had finished peeing
and quickly picked up my purse and left the stall without flushing. I was
still pulling up my shorts and buttoning them outside the stall as I
moved through the crowd to get away from the sick girl because you could
now see puke and her crap running on the floor and she was apparently
passed out.

I didn’t even wash my hands. I worked my way to the exit door as a couple
of her friends were trying to get her to come to. One looked like she was
going to slide under to get the door open and another was using her phone
to make an emergency call for help. As I worked my way though the hallway
crowd, I saw the para-medics come from the help station but they were
having a hard time getting through the crowded hall. For some reason, I
didn’t get to fully complete my pee and after the show I went in again
and finished my pee.

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Toilet Charger
I had a really weird Dream last night. I was on the toilet taking a dump
at my parents house and going with what appeared like a soft log. But the
log just wouldn’t stop coming it kept coiling round the bowl and filling
it up eventally fills the bowl completly and i’m still going trying my
hardest to cut it up as i’m now literally sat in my own waste at this
point I stand up but Im still going the waste filling up starts filling
up the room and pushing me up towards the ceiling. At this point my mum
shouts I hope your not using the toilet the flush is broke. Like if it
was real it would have mattered if the flush had worked don’t think any
flush can cope with a room full of shit.

No idea why I dreamed this it was really weird

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Upstate Dave
Brian I haven’t seen or used one of those types of toilets in a very long
time. First thing that comes to mind about them was the awful smell of
them since it was a holding tank along with a chemicail that was used in
the tank. I aslo remember the echo effect of them too. I agree it was
loud. LOuder when the tank was empty or only had a little in it!

Now let me go on with Lisa and Krissy the wto sistors that were my
grandmothers neighbors that I had met and now were friends with. Now I
slept inside on the couch in the livingroom or out on the chase lounge on
the far end of the deck. Well it was a nice night to sleep outside so I
slept on the chase lounge on the deck.

I was tired so I slept in late. In fact I didn’t wake up till after my
grandmother had left for work. I didn’t hear her leave. In fact I was
awoken by Lisa for she was up and saw my grandmother leave for work and
she then came over and saw me sleeping on the chase lounge. She had to
tap me on my shoulder several times before I did wake up.

I had a sheet and light blanket pulled over me which only my head was
poked out from under both the sheet and blanket. After feeling her taps
on my shoulder I opened my eyes and Lsa was sitting right n the end of
the picnic table bench and she said good morning sleepy head! She then
smiled. I said good morning back to her. Did my grandmother already
leave? I asked. Lisa told me that she had.

Gee then its late then I said to Lisa. Lisa let out a little laugh and
told me it was almost eitght thirty. I mumbled telling Lisa that was
late. Come on get up Dave. If you don’t you will miss a good start first
thing this morning! Lisa said to me laughing. Whys that? Iasked back.
Remember we were going to use the outhouse this morning. Well I have to
use it now! So lets rise and shine!

Well since I was had slept outside I had slept in the nude. All my
clothes were scattered on the deck. Lisa had not noticed that. Plus I had
a morning woody.(erection) I asked Lisa could she see my boxers there on
the deck. You don’t have anything on?! Lisa asked back to me. I smiled a
litle and told her I didn’t. Lisa then said to me she didn’t believe I
was laying there naked. Well I am I said back to her. You can see all my
clothes are there on the deck.

Lisa took a quick look down and then she reached right over and in one
swift yank on the blanket and sheet pulled them right off from me! I was
laying on my side with the front of my body towards her. Lisa looked
right down at my lower half of my body. Lisa saw my erection and she
laughed real hard. Wellpart of you has rised and shined this morning! She
then looked back down at the deck saw my boxers under the chase lounge
and pulled them out from under it and tossed the right on my crotch!

I said thank you to her as I sat up took my boxers off from my crotch and
slipped them on. Lisa sat ther smiling watching me. I then after putting
my boxers on put on my tshirt. Ok lets go I said to Lisa. She grabbed my
hand and we hurried across the deck,down the stairs and walked across the
gravel covered yard headed for the backside of the house.

As we rounded the backside of the house wnich was the kitchen side Lisa
was wearing a light peach colored summer dress this morning. It was the
first time she had worn a dress which I thought she looked nice in it and
I told her. She thanked me. Lisa asked me as now as we had reached the
path that went to the outhouse if I had to shit. I told her not yet but I
sure had to piss. That’s why I’m hard. Lisa let out a short laugh.

We reached the outhouse and I opened up the door for Lisa. Lisa said
thank you to me as she stepped by me to go inside. Your such a gentleman!
Lisa was giggling as she aid that to me. Once she had stepped inside she
turned around and faced me. With a big smile she told me she had to show
me something first. Whats that Lisa? I asked back. Like you were I’m not
wearing any underware! Lisa yanked up the front of her peach summer dress
above her waist and showed me that she wasn’t!

I smiled with a big smile. Lisa laughed and then she pulled up the cover
over the hole on the wooden platform.Lisa then pulled up the backside of
her peach dress gathered her dress all up above the one side of her waist
and stepped back. If I sit down you’re not going to able to see me shit
Lisa said to me. So I’ll hover ok? I told her that would be ok. Better
yet get up on the platform and hover I said to her. Lisa giggled a little
and she did step up on the platform and she hovered her ass over the hole
opening.

I was still standing outside looking though the open doorway of the
outhouse. I stepped inside now and closed the door behind me. Lisa then
started to piss. Her stream came out hard from her vagina at first. It
hissed loud. It was wide headed and a twist had formed in it also. It was
a long twist too for I could see the twist in her stream but not all of
it for it was that long and it dissapeared going down through the holde
in the platform.

Lisa’s piss stream was yellow in color and I could even smell a light
oder of her piss since the door was closed. After about a little less
then ten seconds had passed I would say Lisa told me she could feel that
she was going to start shitting. One sure sighn was her piss stream eased
right up into a very weak stream.

As I watched I aw her asshole dome out and her vagina buldged jsut a
little. This made her piss stream come out harder again. In only a few
seconds I saw the front tip of a tan turtle head poke out between her
asscheeks. It was very fat smooth, and it crackled softly. It was moving
quickly so it grew longer very quickly. I also saw that now Lisas piss
stream had eased back off again now too.

Lisas shit was now over a half foot and getting longer by the second. I
said to Lisa; You know Lisa the way you shit looks like a lot the way
that I shit! Lisa smiled and said really? Really! I said back to her. Now
her shit was almost a foot size in length. I noticed too now Lisa was no
longer pissing. I could aslo see that her shit was stretching for some
cracks were opening up in it now that it was so long in length.

Then one of the cracks about halfway in her shit opened right up which
her shit then broke. The one part that broke away fell down in though the
hole opening and hit the ground with a dull sounding thump. The remaining
part of her shit went and cme out about anothe three inches and then that
one fell away making another dull thump when it hit the ground.

There must have been a little mre inside for Lisa pushed hard. I saw her
asshole again dome outward along woth her vagina buldge outward with a
good short hard spurt of piss shoot out from it too. Then her piss stream
stopped. A short fat piece of shit which wa tan colored like her shit
that had come out before appeared poking out between her asscheeks. It
reached about 4 inches and it fell away joining her other two ieces
already laying on the ground.

It hadn’t come out cleanly for I could see a couple of dingle berries
still hanging off her asshole. Lisa then began to have piss dribble down
her vagina and under it. When her piss hit her asshole and the hanging
dingle berries her piss ran off the dingle berries until she did stop
dribbling. That was it Lisa was done.

I haned her the roll of toilet paper. Lisa asked me to roll off a good
wad of paper for her. I did and handed her the wad of paper. She reached
right between her legs and wiped herasshole off. She pulled the wad back
out checked it and carefully opened it up and reached back down and gave
herself a second wipe. Then she let go of that wad which it fell through
the hole opening.

Can you roll me off some more more? Lisa asked me. I think I’ll need more
Dave. So I rolled off another wad tore t off the rool and gave it to
Lisa. She didn’t use this wad to wipe her ass with. She wiped her vagina
and under her vagina with this wad. Then she dropped the used paper down
the hole stood up and stepped off from the patform smiling.

She came right over to me. As she did she askd me if that it was fun to
watch her shit. I smiled and told her it was. Well I hope when you go it
will be fun too! Now you can go take your piss now. I told Lisa since I
was erect I didn’t want to piss all over the outhouse. So I turned and
pushed the door open. Lisa knew what I was just about to do and she
giggled hard.

I started to reach down with my right hand to open up the front slit of
my boxers to get my erect penis out. Ifelt Lisa grab my boxers and she
started yanking them down! So I let her. Once she had them pulled over my
hips she let go of them and my boxers slid down to my feet. Giggling Lisa
said to me; Now your ready! I said back to her; I guess I am!

Lisa then told me to wait one second. She was behind me and she then
stepped over to my right side and stood by my right side. Are you ready
now? I asked her. Not quite yet Dave. Now what Lisa? I said back to her.
I had to piss and I had now taken my riughthand and I was holding my
penis with along with squeezing it tightly so I would piss! Lisa still
giggled but managed to say in a almost in a whspering fashion; Can I hold
it?

This took me by complete surprise. Do you really want to hold it? I asked
Lisa. Lisa stopped giggling and with a excited tone in her voice simply
answered with a very loud YES! So she reached right over with her left
hand and placed it behind my clenched hand on my penis. I then let go
once her fingers were on it. Now with my fingers no longer sqeezing hard
down on my penis a very hard piss stream shot out from my penis went
arcing through the air and came down and splashed off a bush several feet
away from the outhouse.

Lisa reacted by shoving my penis downward with her hand that was holding
it. Doing this my piss stream slackened right off. I said loudly to Lisa
Wait DON”T do that! That makes it harder for me to piss! Lisa sais Sorry
and she let my penis up. My stream sprang bank shooting back nto its long
arcing stream again. Better? Lisa asked. I told her that it was. So Lisa
didn’t try pushing my penis dfown again as I pissed.

Boy it felt good to piss too as I stood there going. Also having Lisa
holding me almsot felt as good as pissing I thought also. I han’t had a
girl hold me in quite awhile for that was the reson I was feeling the way
I was. After I had pissed about ten seconds Lisa spoke up again. Dave
when a boy is hard like you are and is pissing do have trouble pissing in
the toilet in the bathroom? I told Lisa at times. Lisa then let out a
shrt hard laugh. Yeah I can tell too. I’ve seen pisss all over the place
in the boys room in the old school. So whover that boy was must have been
hard!

I turned and looked at Lisa. You were in the boys room in school?! Lisa
said yes but she went on to say there was no one in there when she did
it. I was just curious to see what the inside looked like thats all. Not
mush diffent then the girls room except for the urinal. I laughed. I told
Lisa I too had snuck in the gorls bathroom one day to see waht it looked
like. Lisa laughed after I told her.

I now by this time was just starting to have my piss stream starting to
ease off.Its arc fell and my stream was getting shorter now comming back
towards us wetting the ground of the path to the outhouse. I told Lisa to
move my penis. I don’t want to step in my own piss. Lisa moved my penis
to the right and my stream moved off the path and I pissed in the weeds
by the side of the path.

I then stopped. Lisa asked if I had to go more. I told her to keep
holding on. Igave a push making a spurt of piss shoot out. Then I gave
another which made a second spurt of piss come out. Then I was done. I
felt Lisas fingers loosen on my penis. Don’t let go yet! I said to her.
The job is not finished yet! Lisa asked me what was left to do. You have
stopped. I laughed and told her that I needed to be shaked. Lisa let out
a hard giggle saying; Oh yeah I forgot! She gave my penis a couple of
kind of on the weak side shakes.

I told her shehad to shake it harder then that! So Lisa gave it toreal
hard shakes. OK OK good enough not so hard! You trying to break it or
what? Lisa laughed hard and let my penis go. I bent over and pulled my
boxers up. We both then stepped out of the outhouse and carefully
sidestepped where my piss had wetted the pathway. We then walked up to
the kitchen door went inside and got ready to have breakfast. I’ll leave
it at this point. For the next part I would take a shit with Lisa
watching me in the outhouse.

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Turd Lover
I had an awesome bowel movement this morning. It measured 13 inches with
a nice “hook” on the end. It was multi-colored and packed with peanuts
and corn. It plunged into the toilet with a tremendous splash and
drenched my bottom. The stench was overwhelming and quite exciting. This
beauty rated a “9” on my shit-satisfaction scale.

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