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Upstate Dave
Last Full Day With Marrie Part 1
I’ve been telling about my next door neighbor friend in the past posts.
Marrie and I had become good friends while I was living in the city for a
brief time when I was young. She and I as in my posts became good
bathroom friends. Well it was now the time together was going to end for
the house out in the country was ready for us to move in. We would leave
on Saturday and that would be the day I was leaving.
Marrie and I set it up to spend a full day all day on Friday. Friday came
and we both got up very early to make it a long full day together. Marrie
was wearing a dress which I had asked her to. I was wearing a pair of
eleastic waist band shorts which she asked me to wear them. We met out on
the front steps that morning in front of her building.
As we walked down the steps and down the sidewalk we talked. Marrie asked
me if I had a lot to drink last night and this morning. I told her I sure
did! I made sure I would have to go first thing this morning and I do!
Marrie giggled a little and I asked her if she had also. Marrie answered
me by saying; I could piss right here right now! I let out a short laugh.
We hurried down the sidwalk for we were going over to the clubhouse
together for the last time and use the ladies and gents sink toilets
together.
We both really hurried as we walked and soon enough we went through the
valve factoys parkinglot and sipped in the old bar buildings backyard and
slipped inside the broken back door. As we walked into the kitchen Marrie
had already pulled up her dress to her waist and I had slipped down my
shorts to my knees. I stepped over to the gents sink while Marrie hopped
up on the ladies sink.
Before we both began to piss in the sinks Marrie hurridly rummaged around
searching for something in her crumpled up dress. I asked her what she
was looking fr. Marrie told me she was going to break the clubhouse rule
since this would be the last time we would be using our sik toilets
together. I smiled with a big smile now knowing that Marrie besides
pissing in the sink was going to shit in it too!
Severla long seconds later as Marrie pulled out a partail roll of toilet
paper said loudly; I found it! She held the roll in her hand and she then
asked me if I needed to tak a shit. We both misewell break the rule
together! I could fel that I could also sht and I said why not! (I was
going toi shit outside up in the valve factorys dump but I was willing to
do it now since Marrie was going to shit also. So I turned around hopped
up on the gents sink and hung my bare ass over it like Marrie was already
doing.
Marrie and I started t piss first. She started just before I did. Marie
started with a hard piss that hissed loudly and splattered into the front
of the sinks basin. I had my penis pointed down in my hand and I sent out
a hard piss also with my piss stream hittin the bottom of the gents sink
just before the front face of it. My piss splatterd all over the sink
like Marrie’s piss was doing.
We both pissed hard for many long seconds and then I felt my asshole
opening for I was now starting to shit. I told Marrie I was starting my
shit. Marrie leaned back and took a look. I shit very fast so when Marrie
looked back I already had a long enough sht pked out between my asscheeks
so that made it a good four inches. Marrie quickly told me it was fat
one. It’s a big one! It felt like I big one to me as it slid out. I took
a glance at Marrie. She was only pissing but her stream had lessened up
and its hissing had become less.
A few seconds more passed and I heard a dull thump. Marrie right at this
point watching me shit said to me; It broke! There is still more comming!
I asked Marrie; How big is the piece in the sink? Her answer to me
wasabout a foot long. You have a five inch stub hanging out and its
geting longer real fast! I could feel that my shit that was comming out
was sliding right along so it was moving quickly.
Then there was a second dull thud for that shit had fallen now into the
sink. Then I did three short ones in a row and I was done shiiting. My
piss stream had slacked off some too while I was shitting and it sprang
right back up now going full force again. Now that I waas only pissing I
now leaned back a litte looked over at Marrie’s cute little ass and
waited for her to start her shit. Marrie’s piss stream was still flowing
but now it was real weak as I watched.
Then I saw after a few seconds Marrie’s asshole had domed open and she
had a fat blunt shit poking out of it which was about three inches in
length. I told Marrie I can see you are now starting. She gave me a weak
smile only not saying any thing back to me. Severla more secnds went by.
Her shit gained another few inches and I had stopped pissing so I let go
of my penis.
As I went on watching Marrie shit her piss stream ha dribbled some,then
dripped, and came to a stop as her shit gained a couple more inches. I
would say now it was maybe between eight and nine inches in length and as
fat as a oda can with its blunt front end as almost as flat across as
one! It now stopped moving. Marrie muttered; I have to stop for a moment
and she did.
So Marrie rested with her shit and bare ass hanging over the sink. Marrie
rested sitting for a good minute or more. Then she bore down giving a
hard push sending out a hard spurt of piss from her vagina which it
splattered hard in the sink. Her shit started moving creping along slowly
too. As I watched it gained one inch, then two inches, and then reached
three inches morein length. Marrie thenlet out a loud gasp of air for she
had been holding her breath as she had ben pushing and her shit stopped
along with her pissing which had went back to a weak stream when her shit
was moving. Now also she had stopped pissing a second time.
I now said to Marrie; Your having a tough time with this jobbie! Marrie
only shook her head yes very fast a few times. Then after a long minute
Marrie bore down again pushing hard sending out a spurt of piss first and
then again her shit started to creep along. Her shit gained another three
inches with this push and then Marrie let out another gasp and her shit
kept moving now on its own.
Her piss stream had again stopped but started again now with only a weak
stream which was just a little more then a dribble. When Marrie’s shit
reached almost a foot in length it narrowed right down which it sped
right up and then dropped down into the ladies sink with a dull thud
followede b to little nuggets and that was it for Marrie she was done
shitting. Also she pissed for several seconds more and then she dripped
to a stop.
Marrie and I together got off from the sinks together. We both turned
around and faced the sink and looked over our shits. We both said to each
other they were big and it was quite a good job we had done. Now I could
feel that I could piss some more for my bladder hadn’t emptied when I had
pissed. So I said to Marrie; There is one more thing to finish this off
right! Marrie looked at me and asked; What’s that? I’m going to piss on
both shits!
Marrie giggled briefly but hard. I stepped up to the gents sink to piss
on my sht first. Marrie then said wait! She stepped over next to me. Let
me do it! So I let her. After all it was our last day together. Marrie
aimed my penis and I pissed all over my shit and then stopped. Marrie let
go of my penis and she stepped aside and I stepped over in front of the
ladies sink.
Marrie took my penis again and held it and I finshedd up pissing all over
her shit in the ladies sink. Marrie giggled as I sent outseveral
finsihing up spurts down into the sink and then I was done pissing. Now
all this time Marrie had been holding the used roll of toilet paper she
had dug from her dresses pocket. She was still holding it now. Now I have
something that I want to do and have you do too! Marrie said to me.
So I asked Marrie what she wanted to do. She raised the hand that was
holding the roll of toilet paper high into the air. Her face cheeks
turned a little red before she spoke but she did speak right up. I want
to wipe your ass! I looked at Marrie and then I said to her; You also
said something else that you wanted too there girl. Marrie gigged a
little and in a loud whisper said to me; I want you to wipe my ass!
I smiled and I reached right over for the roll. Marrie stopped her
giggles and smiled. Then she stepped over to the ladies sink and pulled
and gathered up the back of her dress uncovering her ass and she then
leaned over placing herelbows on the sinks top front edge. I moved in
behind her rapidly rolling off the roll a wad of paper. Then I tore off a
wad and I knelt down.
Marrie’s cute small asscheeks were several inches away at face level.
There was one small problem. I couldn’t see where she needed to be wiped.
I told Marrie she would have to lean over more or open your cheeks.Marrie
began now t laugh. But she did move by leaning over further spraeding her
feet waider apart on the floor and she re reached back pulling er cheeks
apart at the same time.
Now can you see! Marrie said to me as she laughed. YES I CAN CYCLOPES!
Your one eye back here I can see now. I said back to Marrie. Marrie
laughed even harder as I reached up with the wad of paper in my hand and
I saw some brownish smudges now on the insides of both of her cheeks. I
gave the smudges a gentle wipe. Pulled the paper away and there was still
a light smudge left on them. There was also a brownish smudge on the
paper too.
So I carefully flipped the paper over and gave her cheeks in the same
spot a second wipe. I inspected the area again an the smudges were gone.
Her cheeks were now clean but there was several dingleberries right on
her ashole that needed to be wiped away. I did that next and I was done.
I told Marrie that she was all set. I stood back up after saying this to
her and tossed the wad of paper into the ladies sink.
Marrie quickly told me that I wasn’t but she told me she would take care
of the rest. I gave her the roll of paper and she took it. She turned
right around rapidly rolled of a wad of paper from the roll dropped it on
the floor. She with one hand hiked back up the front of her dress. Took
the wad of paper and wiped her vagina off and then tossed the paper into
the sink. Marrie gigglng again said to me; You didn’t di the front which
I would have let you do this time! I frowned in disapointment. Marrie
seeing this quickly told me thatI would have a second chance the next
time she would go. That brought a smile to my face. Marrie smiled and
then bent down picked up the roll of toilet paper and waited for me to
resume the position so that she could wipe me!
I stood and bent over and I like Maqrrie pulled my asscheeks wide open
for her. Marrie knelt behind me like I had done with her. Marrie told me
I was almost clean. It should take one wipe! As she said that to me I
felt the toilet paper right on my asshole moving on it. It was quick and
Marie said to me right after I no longer the paper said she was right/
Your’e clean. She tossed the paper into the gents sink.
Ipulled up my shorts wethen took a final look in the sinks. We walked out
heading outside and we were both holding hands and laughing as we left.
Next stop wwas a trip up t the store for drinks so we would make sure
that we would be again pissing later. We also had planned going to lunch
together which was going to be on me. This would be our last lunch
together and our last little date together too. I’ll continuie this.
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Lynda
I went out to get a bus up to the nearest Shopping Mall this morning ,
but I didn’t make it, because while I was waiting for the bus, i felt the
urge to poo.
Fortunately there is a playing field nearby with a toilet in it, so I
used that & I got my bum onto the toilet bowl JUST in time, but i spent
SO LONG in the toilet i missed my bus completely & i had another 1/2 hour
to wait until the next bus turned up.
More & Bigger & Better toilet tales, later .
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Catherine
Do you look like the way you poop??
While waiting for responses to my last post, I wanted to share one of my
quirks about defecating and bowel movements that CeeJay’s story reminded
me of.
CeeJay’s friend met the description of someone in my mind who would have
a large BM. When I look at myself, I think that I would have large BM’s
and the overwhelming majority of them are.
When I look at someone casually like a teacher, a friend, co-worker,
acquaintance or even stranger (guy or girl)I always wonder and try to
guess what kind of BM that they did. This is wierd, but I tend to
associate the type of BM with their body, hairstyle or personality.
Like, I tend to think of controlling people being constipated and having
dry, hard stools. For instance, Sarah Palin would be constipated in my
mind.
A kind, gentler guy or girl might produce a soft but smooth BM. Or
someone with fairer skin.
Sometimes I associate curly hair with loose stools, loud ones and
diarrhea.
Is that wierd?? Love to all!
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Upstate Dave
Marrie My First City Peeing Friend
After awhile the three of us got bored with the swings got back on the
bkes and rode around the upper parts of the park. We went past the two
upper ball fiels, tennis courts, and part of the gold course. Then we
rode back to the road and went down to the lower part of the park.
Just to the right of the rotary circle was the parks only bathrooms
building. Jill on Marries bike rode up the sidewalk to the front of the
building and stopped. Jill had to piss. Marrie riding with me on my bike
told me to ride up to the bathrooms for Marrie would go in with Jill. So
I did. Marrie got off from my bike and her and Jill went behind the front
wall and into the ladies bathroom. I satyed by my bike and stood there
waiting.
Only about a minte later Marriecame back standing at the open door said
to me; Come inside there is only us two in here! No one else is inside!
So I hurried right over and went inside the the opened door with Marrie
and into the ladies bathroom! I was sure surprised how it looked inside
once I was inside.
Now this bathroom building was very old. The park had been built along
with this building at the turn of the century so it was now 60 years old.
Over the 60 years very little had been done to modernize it and also it
was pretty run down looking inside for the city had not been keeping up
with repairing it also.
First of all there was no electricity in the building. There were
skylights in the cieling but many of them were extreamly dirty, some
panes of glass were cracked badly and some of the ones that were had
cracked had missing pieces of glass in them. This created leaks which the
cieling panels which were either plaster or copper sheets plaster had
come down leaving the underlying lath wood showing and the copper panels
had heavy green tarnish on them.
Now being in a ladies room there were single old style sinks lined up in
a row on the one tiled wall with plenyt of missing tiles. Many of the
sinks were stained with rust. Now the toilets were in stalls with some of
the doors missing, bent from vandels, and none of them had latches on the
doors so they could not be secured and locked when used.
The toilets themselves were in the same condition of the sinks. Heavly
rust stained, some very dirty for those ones must not be working at all
so they had not been used for a long time. Now what Jill had been doing
all this time was going down the line of toilet stalls and looking in
them looking for a toilet to use. This is how I got to see the condintion
of the stalls and toilets.
After going down the entire row of stalls and inspecting them Jill
hurried back to one of the middle stalls and went isnide of it to piss.
She slammed the door which having no latch just bounced back partaily
open leaving a wide open gap which both Marrie and I could see Jill still
inside the stall standing in front of the toilet.She turned and took the
old black toilet seat and let it drop with a loud bang. Then she turned
around and faced forward not bothering with the partaily open door of the
stall after she did try closing it again but slowly swung partaily open
on its own again.
Jill muttered loud enough so that Marrie and I both heard her. The hell
with it! Jill had muttered loudly. That made Marrie burts into a short
loud giggle. Jill just yanked down her shorts and sat quickly down on the
old black toilet seat only for a very quick moment. Then she raised her
bare ass right up from the seat. The seat was real dirty so thats why
Jill got up off from it. But she had to piss so she hovered over the seat
and toilet now as we looked in at her in the stall.
As Marrie and I stood watching from out of Jill’s vagina a spurt of piss
shot out and stopped. Then another short spurt followed by one more.
Marrie then said loudly to jill after the second spurt had come out and
while Jill did her third spurt; I thought you had to piss Jill! Jill
loudly answred back to Marrie; I do give me a chance I’ll piss! There was
a shirt pause after the third spurt had come out. Jill let out a litle
grunt and she gave a push.
From her vagina a stream of piss started flowing out from it and stayed
flowing. It was pretty hard and there was only the soundof her piss
splattering on the old porcilain bowl of the toilet. No sound of her piss
hitting water came from the stall. Her stream was going straight down
too. As it turned out there was no water in the bowl in this toilet. It
took a few seconds for the sound pf splashing piss for her pis had
started filling in the toilets trap.
Jill went on pissing having her piss now splashing in the piss that was
filling the trap and bowl making the only sound until her stream did
start to hiss which it did softly and then the hiss of of her stream got
louder as she pissed. Marrie at this point said to Jill; Now you are
pissing. Jill looked over with a smirk on her face at Marrie and stuck
her tounge out at her and gave Marrie the finger too!
Marrie burst into laughter and I along with her. My reason was only that
Jill had given Marrie the finger that is what made me laugh. Jill went on
pising I woud have said about a half minute. Then her stream dwindled
right down with its hissing stopping and she ened by dripping a lot. Jill
had no toilet paper in the stall. She stayed hovered over the toilet and
had asked us to check the stall for paper. Marrie and I both hurried down
the row of stalls being real noisy about it and all of the stalls there
was no paper in them. We came back and told Jill the place was empty.
Jill then gave herself a series of shaking her body and then she just
simply yanked her shorts back up turned and flushed the toilet. Much to
our suprise it did flush. But only from the sounds that the toilet made
as it flushed it was doing it weakly. Jill stepped out from the stall as
the toilet flushed,gurggled and groaned as it flushed.
Good thing Jill didn’t stayin the stall for now as the toilet flushed
light yellow water slwly started to appear and spread at the base of the
toilet and started spreading around the floor in the stall! The toilet
was leaking. Marrie said loudly as the yellow pissy water spread on the
stalls floor I can’t use that one now! That told me that Marre had to
piss also and she did too. Marrie grabbed my hand and pulled me along the
row of stalls looking for a toilet to piss in.
After going down the entire row of stalls Marrie went back to a stall.
THis one the door was badly bent but the toilet appeared to look ok. She
pulled me inside with her. Jill had watched us and seeing that we both
went inside the stall together said loudly; I’m going outside and wait
for you too. I hope someone comes in too and sees you both in there!
Marrie let out a loud giggle first. Then she asked me; Would it matter if
someone did come in on us? I smiled and siad firmly back to Marrie NO! I
added saying I would tell them that I was in here protecting my sistor.
That made Marrie giggle harder but only doing it very short. The as she
lifted her dress up to piss she asked me to lift up the seat. It was just
as dirty as Jills was. So I reached passed Marre and lifted up the seat
for her.
Marrie stepped back straddled over the old toilet but didn’t start her
piss. She smiled and asked me if I had to piss. I did and she smiled. I
pulled down my zipper slipped my penis out wich was erect and Marrie now
having being totaly used to holding my penis took it in her hand shoved
it down aiming it at the old toilet bowl. Also too Marie started her
piss. Unlike Jill a steady stream of piss flowed out from her vagaina and
hissed loudly from the start.
Also too this toilet had water in the bowl so Marrie’s piss splashed too
right from the start. I started to piss after several seconds after
Mrrie. My stream shot down and hit Marries piss stream just before it was
hitting and splashing in the water. My stream being strong made Marries
and my stream splater with a a big splateter dep in the bowl but none of
our splattering piss came up high enough to splatter on ourselves.
I and Marrie both took a pretty good piss. I did outlast her this time
but not by all that much. Marrie’s piss stream slackened right ooff
withits hissing doing a fade out and she did a couple of spurts and a
short dribble and then dripped some too to finish. I had my stream ease
off to like hers had done. I did two spurts to finish off my piss. Marrie
giggled as she gave my penis its finishing shakes! I asked her why she
was giggling. Oh I thought it would nbe real funny if some one had come
in rght now and saw me shaking you! That made me smile and I told Marrie;
Only you would think that way! She giggled more.
Then now having both finished she let go of me let her dress drop and
waited while I took care of myself which I did in a few short seconds. I
stepped back Marrie stepped forward turned and gave the toilets flush
handle a push down. No water came out at all! This toilet was broken even
though there had been water in the bowl. Oh well Marrie said as now
togther we started walking out of the stall together.
I just happed to take a quickk look up towards the ceiling as we came out
of the stall. There was one of the old cracked with a missing piece out
of it. I said to Marrie; I bet you as I pointed up at the skylight and
Marrie now looked up at it seeing the broken cracked pane of glass the
bowl gets water in it when it rains. Marrie agreed with me. It made good
sense to say that. She and I walked out and Jill was on Marries bike and
Marrie and I got on mine and we took off and headed for home. Now as I
would soon find out my time with Marrie would be over very soon. In fact
less then a month from now I would be living again out in the country for
we would move into our contry house that my father had been working on
all this time. Upstate Dave
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Master Blaster
End Stall Em- Your stories are great, sounds like your cousin really had
a monster log. 3 times all the way around the bowl, my goodness! That’s
got to be over 3 feet long and possibly over 4! Love all the details,
keep posting!
My dumps are nearly as big as some of the folks on here. Yesterday’s was
pretty much average for me, as I sat down and pushed out a log about 1.25
inches thick and 8 or 9 inches long, along with a couple tiny chunks. I
wish I knew how some of y’all do it!
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John Philip
To turd lover
So what turds do you consider “special” ones exactly? Mostly because
because none of my shits are noteworthy, just my my normal stuff.
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Danny
The other morning I was in my bathroom shaving when my girlfriend started
banging on the door (I guess I must have absentmindedly locked it) I went
over and unlocked it, opening the door to find her pulling down her pants
as she ran in. She exclaimed with relief “Oh thank goodness. I felt like
i was about to…” She was interrupted by an enormous wet fart,
“explode!” Her face blushed bright red as she ran past me, sat down on
the toilet and release a torrent of loud, gassy diarrhea. She was doubled
over on the toilet, just letting it loose. She kept on farting out little
spurts for most of the morning
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oldpoop
Waiting for solidity
I’m waiting to see if today might bring my first normal bowel movement of
2010. I’ve been visited by a mild diarrhea bug. It started several days
ago, with just the occasional liquid stool, the others being normal. At
the time I thought it was something I ate; however, on New Year’s Day I
had two full-fledged diarrhea movements, several hours apart, so I knew
it was a Disease, and I took a tablespoonful of Pepto. The disease has
never been severe–the diarrhea would alternate with slightly more solid
stools, and they always came half a day or so apart. Yesterday, finally,
I had no diarrhea, just two very soft but somewhat formed poops, quite
dark in color and several hours apart; in the first I could see orange
pieces of carrot not quite thoroughly chewed. So I am hoping that today I
might get closer to a normal turd or set of turds. The farts have already
started, signaling that a b.m. is fairly imminent.
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Keith D
Constipation
Hello all. I haven’t been on here in quite awhile. Great to see so many
pooping stories again. I haven’t been doing a whole lot of pooping lately
myself. I’ve only been going every two to four days or so, instead of my
usual daily. I wouldn’t say that I am constipated. I just haven’t been
getting the urge to go. And if I don’t get an urge, I can’t produce. I
guess I’ve had a hectic work schedule and that has kept me distracted.
Then when I finally do get an urge to poop it takes quite a bit of effort
to get it out. I’ve been producing quite large 12 inch long logs that are
dry and knobbly. They move out quite slowly and are a bit scratchy. I
need to hold my breath and bear down and push quite hard to get them to
inch out bit by bit. It is very hot where I am living at the moment and
it can get quite uncomfortable straining over the bowl for a long period
of time. I have only had a few big slow movements since Xmas.
To Linda from Australia: Great to see that you are still here and thanks
for asking about me. I’m sorry to hear that you’re constipated again but
it’s nice to have someone to share my struggles with. I take it from what
you have said that you have struggled with constipation your whole life?
I have, ever since I was very young. I just don’t get a really strong
urge to poop and when it comes the poop is so hard and moves ever so
slowly that it takes a long time and a lot of effort to squeeze out. Even
when I am not constipated as such, it still takes a long time and a lot
of work to get out. Most people don’t seem to have much trouble pooping,
they are just in and out of the toilet room so I have always felt the odd
one out. It is nice to know that some other people struggle too. Even
though I sympathise with how hard their struggles may be!
I don’t find that diet makes any difference at all to my bowel habits. No
amount of fibre or vegetables get me moving. In fact I think that extra
fibre and extra bulk makes my turds even bigger and harder to get out. I
do find that drinking lots of water makes a bit of a difference as it
seems to make the poop a little softer and help it slide along a little
easier. But there is no magic bullet for me.
Linda, like yourself I don’t like using any medications or anything to
help myself poop. I’ve never had laxatives, enemas or anything like that.
I’m worried I would get dependent on them as it is always a struggle for
me to poop. An easy way out would be too easy. And I guess that like you
I just try to “tough it out”. There is some real satisfaction in
completing a task if it was really hard. And I suppose that I do really
enjoy pooping sometimes. It is such a fantastic feeling as it breaches
and comes out, not to mention the relief afterwards and feeling of great
satisfaction. But I guess that being constipated a lot is a real problem.
And imagine the hours (months?) of our lives we have wasted straining
over the pot!
Sometimes in my straining I will find a new technique or position that
helps me get pooping more easily. I’ll use it a few times and it will
work well. But then suddenly it stops working and no amount of straining
will help. Then I find a new position and it works for a little while
then stops working again. It is so frustrating.
It is great to be able to find out about the techniques and tricks that
other people use on the toilet. When I can’t get one out I always feel
like I am doing something wrong and that there must be some better way of
pooping. There are loads of physiotherapists and sports analysts and
people to tell us about advanced running techniques, athletics, standing
postures etc but no one has written a manual or filmed a documentary on
correct pooping techniqes! It would be great to see how different people
do it and find out some do’s and don’ts. I could only demonstrate how to
struggle really hard though! What Thunder from Down Under described
sounds useful – a therapist who watches you poop and gives handy tips! I
guess I will struggle onwards.
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Pete (USA)
Classic guy stories in a wide variety of ways
Hi!
I haven’t been on this forum for several years. I just decided to check
it out and was glad to see that Thom, Jacob G, Brent C, and Zip are still
posting, even if occasionally. I have always enjoyed your posts!
Greg posted about “classic guy stories in a wide variety of ways” and I
agree. I enjoyed reading recent posts from Brian, Esteban, Mickey, David,
Dump Bud, Martin, and Tim DE.
I agree with Greg that I hope some of that talent (for classic guy
stories) will return and post on this site soon. I agree that Greg
shouldn’t have to carry the whole “load” by himself!
I encourage my old and new fellow posters to add some classic guy stories
of public mens room experiences.
I have (unfortunately) noticed that most of the public mens rooms I use
are much quieter than they have in years past – less straining, plopping,
and moaning. I’ve been noticing these sounds for more than 40 years now
and it’s just not the same as it was in “the good old days.” Any ideas
why this is so? I assume that it is due to changing dietary, exercise,
and general health habits that result in less constipation and easier
dumps. I now notice that many guys take a seat, make very little noise,
and begin wiping after only a few minutes – boring!
Any other ideas?
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Zip
Sitting to pee
Dick-It’s funny how you mention kneeling to pee. I do that often. I do it
mainly because I tend to have a split stream. I sometimes pee and two
streams come out. I believe it has to do with the urethral opening. I
think most guys have a slit right at the tip of their penis. Mine extends
from the tip to just a tiny bit further down on the underside. The
opening tends to cause my stream to split sometimes, so I have learned to
kneel on occasion, in order to minimize spraying. It’s also one of the
reasons I will sit to pee.
I will usually sit at home if I get up at night to take a leak. I sleep
in my underwear so it’s very easy to just pull my briefs down and have a
seat. I don’t have to turn on the light or anything. I’ll also sit to pee
if I’m wearing sweatpants or jeans with no belt. If I’m already unzipped,
it’s not a big deal to pull my jeans and underwear down to the floor.
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Justin
Humiliation
One of the most embarrassing experiences I ever had to endure was when I
was ten years old. I was at a school picnic surrounded by my classmates.
I was having cramps and gas and eventually I knew I was going to have
diarrhea. I raced to the restroom, which was a latrine like you’d see at
a camp site. There was a trough for guys to pee in, two sinks and one
single toilet. The toilet was in the far corner of the room with no stall
or anything. Anyone standing anywhere in the room could see whoever was
on the toilet. I had to wait on line behind two guys who were using it to
pee. I thought about bailing and running into the woods, but I was
desperate and I finally overcame my bashfulness. When it was my turn I
rolled off some TP and covered the toilet seat, pulled my pants down and
sat on the toilet. The guy waiting behind me was shocked and got on line
for the trough instead. I got a lot of stares from the guys who were
peeing or washing their hands. I had really gassy explosive diarrhea.
Guys were coming in and doing double takes when they saw me with my pants
down on the toilet. Every time I farted there would be a series of
chuckles. It sucked. Finally when I was done I wiped my ass and washed my
hands. I had it in my head that by the time I got out every kid on the
trip would have heard that I was taking a shit. I don’t know if that was
the case or not, but that was the most un-private place I’ve ever crapped.
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Buzz
Sitting to pee
I see that there has been a lot of discussion about men sitting to pee
and I just can’t resist commenting. I’m a man and I always sit to pee
when I’m at home or in a clean bathroom. I started doing this when we
built a new bathroom and we wanted to keep it clean. Now I actually
prefer it because I don’t have to bother to aim, it’s relaxing, I can
multitask (like shaving), if I’m hard I can just push my penis down a bit
with my hand, it’s quieter, it’s easier to make sure I’m really empty,
it’s convenient to wipe the tip of my penis with toilet paper instead of
shaking, which helps keep the bathroom and my pants clean, and it helps
me keep regular. I’m sure every woman has had the experience of going to
pee and finding herself having an unexpected poo. Men who stand to pee
miss that opportunity.
My wife made fun of me at first until she realized that the bathroom was
staying clean and I wasn’t needing artificial help to poop nearly as
often. Now she wouldn’t like it if I stood up, I’m sure.
Of course I pee standing up in dirty public restrooms with urinals. But
then, my wife stands up, too, when she has to pee in dirty restrooms. She
has a TravelMate funnel that she uses in those circumstances. In fact,
we’ve even peed side-by-side standing up a few times, which is good fun.
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Jay
accident
I had an odd experience the other week. I got the sudden urge to poop
while watching tv. I got up and walked to the bathroom, but the urge did
not ease as usual, rather it got so bad I had to clench up. I got in the
bathroom, but before I could get to the toilet my poop started coming
out. It was semi-soft. I couldn’t stop it and it snaked around in my
boxer briefs until it crawled up my back a little, my shorts were
sagging! It stopped and I eased them down and sat on the toilet just as a
bunch of softer poop exploded out of me. I cleaned up, threw out my
undies and went back to the tv. Nothing else happened. I’ve never pooped
myself before, not even as a kid. I have no clue what happened. Also I
had taken two normal poops that same day. Thoughts?
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Ashley
to End Stall Erin! i really enjoyed your posts! thats cool that your
cousin and u were able to go into the unisex bathroom. when he told you
to dont forget to flush the tiolet u should have left it unflushed! did
john flush his prize or leave it for others to view! i love your posts
keep up the awesome work!
Love
Ashley
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TJ
Constipation
Heyy all i am new here
first i would like 2 say i have being reading your storys linda and they
r very intersting i was also constipated on christmas day 🙁 i had 2 get
a stool 2 put my feet up on i had 2 really push and strain i did a cupple
of poos 2day but i am still not finshed i am like u linda with
constipation can u please help me thxz
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Shih Tzu Dog
UGG!!
Hi ppls.
Ive been sick for the past week….
And heres a story that happened to me on my sick journey………
I was bored and went to go watch TV. And i always watch animal planet.So
i was sitting on a chair watching TV in my PJs.I held in my poop since
that morning.And it was 3:00.By that time i really had to go but I was
very lazy.So after about 2 hours I couldnt hold it anymore. Liquid poop
started filling my panties.Then my PJs.It was my first accident ever.But
it felt so good! Then my mom came in but didnt punish me.Thank you mom!So
i waddled up to the bathroom and looked.Mushy poop was everywhere.And a
mix of Tylenol and soup.I felt sooo much better.
Also when I was about 6,I was playing soccer with my neighbors and a bird
poop RIGHT ON MY SKIRT!!!I was so embarrassed.
See ya and I hope I hopfuly ill be better next time!
peace,love,shih tzu
-Shih Tzu Dog
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Jay
sitting to pee
I’m a normal guy, and sometimes I sit to pee. At home I sit 95% of the
time, and in public I sit if I feel I may need to poop. I have a small
penis and small bladder so standing tends to be messy. I stand when going
outdoors, or if I decide to use a urinal. Also I’m prone to bladder
infections which make my stream weak.
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Angie
Hi Everyone. Ive been a lurker for a couple of months now, but this is my
first post. Im 27, brunette, about 5″6. Ill be back with stories later,
but first, a quick question. How long has this site been going? I saw an
old posts page dated March 2000, but that was page 300 and something, so
how long has it been?
See you later
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tanya
diarheea new year
hi guys, just one day befor the new year, i got hit by cramps, i felt
them going down, it was night, i went to the toilet, and expelled a bit
at forst, but knew was more to come. so i had a warm tea with small sips,
and then i got 3 waves of runny shit, which made me feel better, and went
to sleep. but my rice and tea diet next day, stopped me from going to the
party feeling week:( happy new year to all poopers here. love
constipation stories
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Shih Tzu Dog
Great stories!!!!
Whitney:Great story!!(page 1298)
Yeah its so weird i have a half sister named Whitney……but shes 18.
Right now i dont have any stories to tell but i have a question….
In the summer i have normal hard poops.
In the spring i have normal/soft poops.
In the fall i have soft poops.
In the winter i have soft serve poops.
Is there anyone else that has poops like this????
Do you know why??????
This is very unusual for me.
And it just started in 2008!
I wonder if if im starting periods…
anyways…peace,love,Shih Tzu!
-Shih Tzu Dog
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Catherine
An Embarrasing Encounter with Catherine’s Bowels
Iver and CeeJay, as well as David, you may be particularly interested in
this story, because it involved a huge BM’s at inopportune times.
During my junior year in high school (twelve years ago), I was at another
girl’s house for a weekend church function. We stayed in a host home and
had a youth leader come in to lead the study. Our house was junior and
senior girls. As I have said, my bowel habits have been two rather
healthy BM’s per day since my early teen years. On this day, we had a
basketball game on the road that was a double header for a boys game.
From there, I was headed straight to the retreat. I did not do my PM poop
due to the game, and getting to the house for the retreat. Because of the
rush, I did not feel the urge.
We had two sessions that were really interesting and emotional. (I
consider myself devout Christian, though not a judgemental one.)
Afterwords, we had pizza delivered to the house for a late-night snack,
as well as soft-drinks, sweets and fruit to munch on. And, of course, I
ate more than I should. All the girls made comments, and I enjoyed the
attention…until it hit me.
We were sleeping downstairs in a finished basement with a large bedroom
and living space with a full bathroom. The girl, Kelly, was an only child
like me and had her own area down stairs. We were all giggling, talking
and playing games when I began to feel really bloated and crampy. Then, I
got that “gotta go now” feeling that I tried to wrestle with privately
for a few moments.
Though I love to poop and was then even a very self-confident girl, I
just did not want to go then. I hoped that girls would eventually quit
talking and I could go do my “doodie” in peace. No such luck. I got very
quiet and the others asked what was wrong and I said “I have to go to the
bathroom…I’ll be a few minutes, sorry.” I tried to play it off. When I
got in the bathroom and sat down, a huge log forced its way out with no
effort, uncorking a floodgate of mush followed by a loud
barritone…well, you know!
I felt my face flush with embarassment and heard some giggles outside.
Kelly and the other girls started knocking on the door, asking if I was
OK. Though I was deeply embarassed, I tried to play it off, “Yeah, I
think the pizza and pepsi didn’t like me!” I finished with a few
aftershocks, wiped, and flushed…and nothing happened! I had just taken
a monstrous dump at someone else’s house and it was going nowhere. I
started to tear up. I washed my hands and came out and all the girls were
staring. They could see I was upset and all I could say was, “It did not
flush.” Kelly, who is petite, did not keep a plunger in her bathroom.
They all started to tell me it was OK and that they wanted to see what I
did. When they went in they all said that it was the biggest poop they
had ever seen (I did not use that much toilet paper – it was a pretty
clean wipe.) It smelled, and it was big.
There was one large log, about 2 inches thick and 18 inches long that
broke off and another one that curled around the bowl softer, and over
one inch thick. The pile of mush formed a pie at the front of the toilet,
but the thick log came up out of it. Kelly had to get her dad to come and
get the toilet unclogged. I was so embarrassed!
However, that was not all. My stomach still did not feel right. About an
hour later my stomach was cramping with a vengence. I was sweating and
the other girls began to notice. I went in the same bathroom and this
time had explosive diarrhea, which lasted about ten minutes before I felt
like I could get up. I knew that they heard everything. But this time the
girls tried to comfort me and told me that it was OK. After that episode,
I was fine. I thought I might have a bug, but my stomach felt great
afterwards.
We exchanged some poop stories, which would confirm everyone’s suspicions
that girls can have large loads too! I felt better after that. But I
could not look at Kelly’s father the rest of the weekend. The next day I
was back to eating lots like always, and had a great time. Too, it was a
special weekend. My friends were cool about it and I never heard about it
again from anyone who was not there!
I journaled about the experience as soon as I got home. It was one of the
largest movements I have had and would have enjoyed it had it been in the
privacy of my own bathroom.
I hope that everyone had a Happy New Year and a great Christmas! Mine was
great, filled with food and delightful defecating!
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David
Thanks to Blue Circle
Hey Blue Circle,
Thanks very much for your ery kind words although I do admit that I DID
fish for that compliment! LOL
Anyhow, I believe you are right that my little toilet episode (well
actually, very FEW of my toilet episodes are little!!;-) )will probably
enhance our relationship. She’s been joking about it with me and I think
she’s on to me about hiding the toilet paper
She says stuff like, “You know, I could swear that I had put some toilet
paper in the bathroom just before I needed to bring you some.” Or if I’m
heading to the head just to go #1 she’ll say something like “Let me know
if you need any paper!”
We’re still growing together so I don’t think I’ll come out and ask if
she enjoys hearing or seeing me poop. I don’t want to embarass her since
we’re still just BF/GF. But what I think I WILL do is to give her
opportunities to see me and interact when I need to perform the deed. One
thing I was thinking was during hiking this spring. There, I can “hide”
behind a bush with my head out where I can still see her. Or even
better….. the makeshift toilet I made for the boat!!!! 🙂 (Some of you
will remember how I devised this so that Brian and I wouldn’t need to
squat over the edge of a boat when we needed to perform our necessary
business while out on the lake. The post is only a few months old so it
should be easy to go back and look up.)
Wrestling is going good and I finished second this week at a big
tournament following a kid who is favored to take the State Title. I’d
like to win, but I would need my best day against this guy when he isn’t
quite up to speed.
Anyway, for some reason, it NEVER fails….. EVERY time I go to one of
these tournaments, I ALWAYS have to take a really MASSIVE shit in the
morning at some point between matches. (Thank God at least it’s been
BETWEEN the matches!) And I mean ALWAYS, and I REALLY mean MASSIVE!! I
really don’t quite know why I produce these gigantic piles at tournaments
but I sure do. It might have something to do with nerves or anxiety
because I do get a bit worked up at the start of the day and settle in as
the day goes on. This past Saturday was certainly no exception as I was
talking to one of our coaches and friends following my first-round match
and reviewing technique and stuff.
Sure enough, I feel my gut start to quake and rumble like a New York
subway at rush hour. I knew right then that a big massive poop load was
headed straight for my butt and taking no prisoners. So I quickly excuse
myself before things got really desperate which came about 15 seconds
later. 30 seconds later, I’m just farting and pooping insanely while
driving a big massive pile out of my butt having just made it to the
porcelain bowl in the nick of time and in a very much heightened state of
urgency. Luckily for me, I had found one stall open as the other 4 stalls
were already taken by guys in various states of pooping, pushing,
farting, or crackling. For the next 30 seconds, it seemed like the ONLY
thing I could do was fart and let a WHOLE lot of shit out of my butt. I’m
not sure what’s gotten into me lately, but I’ve had some big desperate
shits hit me right out of the blue. Usually when I have to take a great
big shit, my body gives me anywhere from 15 to 30 minutes for me to act
on my own before making life unbearable. But lately, I’ve gone from
“empty” to “urgent” instantly a couple of times. Hope it doesn’t keep up
because I don’t want to be caught out driving or running when an urge
like that strikes!
Anyhow, as I’m sitting there on the shitter violently unloading, there’s
guys sitting on either side who can clearly hear all this shit coming out
of me. I mean, they were doing their own plopping, fartung and crackling,
but I probably drowned them out!! LOL!
After I was through the worst of it, I hear this voice in the next stall
call over to me.
“Yo. David, is that you??”
Dang. Did I really have THAT much of a reputation?? I wasn’t sure I
wanted to answer! LOL!!
“Yeah.” I finally gasped.
“Ha! I would know that groaning ANYwhere! It’s Justin from XXXXXXX. We’ve
been at wrestling camp together the past couple summers!”
“Oh Yeah!” Really good guy as I recalled.
“Anyhow, I was HOPING I would see you here!!” Justin then thought a
moment about what he had just said, then he amended his thoughts. “Well,
I didn’t mean HERE (in the bathroom), but at this TOURNAMENT!”
“I knew what you meant. Can we pick this back up outside?? I just had to
take a really massive shit.”
“Uh Yeah… You just totally stunk us out over here.” Justin laughed
“Sorry about that!” I laughed. “Seems I always have a great big messy
shit the mornings of tournaments!”
“Haha!” Justin laughed. “That’s ok! Get it done NOW before the bigger
matches later on!”
After that, Justin grunted a bit and crackled out some smaller pieces of
crap before he was able to wipe up. It took him just four wipes before he
was able to flush and leave. The guy on my other side was wiping too, but
he was devouring the whole role which told me his dump must have been
quite sticky. For me, it took me a little more effort to grunt out
several smaller soft piles of residual shit but I eventually got it all
out of me. As you might expect, my wiping was a bit more involved than
Justin’s as my butt was a real mess. Took me about 10 to 12 wipes before
I was finally able to get up, flush, and leave.
Seeing Justin in the hall, we kidded each other over pooping so much (but
mainly me!) and talked for half an hour before he had to get ready for
his next match.
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Tyler
My only accident since I was a little girl
I was remembering this experience the other day and got online and
Googled it and found this site. So this is the story of the only accident
I’ve had since I was a little girl. I’m a senior in high school and last
year when I was a junior I had just started driving to school so I had my
own car near the end of the school year. I have always hated to poop in
public bathrooms so I always held my poop at shcool until I got home if I
had to go at school. This led to some close calls over the years and an
ocassional brown hershey mark in my panties but never a full accident.
Until last year when I was 17 freaking years old, lol.
It was a Thursday in May and I was wearing a pink knee length skirt and
pink bikini panties underneath and a white top. Very cute. Anyway, I had
felt the urge to poop starting to build early that morning, which was
unusual, and it got stronger as the day wore on but would go away and
come back and go away and come back like it does. But each time it came
back it got stronger and stronger. But I hate the nasty school bathroom
toilets and don’t drink much during the day to even avoid peeing in them
and even then I hover and pee as fast as I can and get out.
By the time my last class of the day, English Lit, was halfway over my
abdomen felt bloated, my butt muscles were shaking and tired from holding
it all day, and my body kept pushing to empty itself of the giant load. I
couldn’t pay attention at all to what we were supposed to be silently
reading and knew I’d never make it home in time.
My legs were shaking in an effort to keep holding it and I was biting my
lower lip and bouncing my pencil up and down in my hand to distract
myself but as the seconds ticked by – go faster! – my bowels kept pushing
stronger and stronger. I was sitting on my heel and suddenly my anus
opened up and my body pushed and I felt the solid turn shift downward and
push against my heel and press against my panties. I gasped a little and
held my breath and fought to pull it back inside. My anus quivered and
struggled but finally I was able to regain control but I knew I had to
get to the bathroom RIGHT NOW. There were still 15 minutes left in class
before school got out.
I grabbed my purse and hurried to the back of the room to the teacher’s
desk – thankfully I had a female teacher for this class. I told her I
needed to go to the restroom and pulled a tampon barely over the top of
my purse as an excuse and she happily let me go. Thank God, I thought.
I hurried out into the hallway, clentching my butt cheeks as tight as I
could and speed waddled down the hall. Of course the bathrooms were on
the far end about as far away as could be. I begged for mercy under my
breath as I hurried but all the movement only made the need to go that
much stronger. Not much farther… a few more seconds… almost there…
But my body said, “Too late!” as I approached the girls bathroom door. I
was only steps from the door but stopped dead in my tracks as a mighty
spasm hit my abdomen and I grabbed my lower belly and gave an involuntary
grunt as my body gave such a strong push that I couldn’t stop it. In a
matter of a few seconds all of the following took place:
My skin flushed and my heart pounded and my ears rang. My legs were
partially spread and my knees buckled underneath me so that I was
partially squatting. My anus shook for a brief second and then the weight
of the turd was too much to resist. My hole spread and the poop surged
downward like a rocket and in less than a second or two pushed my panties
down and spread into a large, hot, slightly sticky, very heavy mound. The
crackling noise is made sounded as loud as our marching band drum section
at a football game in my ears. A small squirt of pee also damped the
crotch of my now sagging panties.
I stood there for a brief second, shocked into immobility. I reached for
the bathroom door but then decided there was no time to get in and clean
up in privacy because it would soon be full of girls after the final bell
rang. I took a tentative step, felt the mass of poop shift slightly but
stay in place, and so I waddled, full pantied, as quickly as I could
without looking obviously like a girl who had just completely shit
herself, out to the parking lot, leaving my books at my desk.
I got to my car, opened the door and almost sat down, still in a daze,
when I realized I’d probably just squish poop everywhere. So I looked
around, saw noone, and so I moved the few feet over to the grass behind
my car door, pulled my skirt up slightly, and slowly lowered my very
heavy panties, careful not to get any poop on my legs. The dark brown
pile was giant and must have weight a pound or two. It was a few inches
wide and long and rose to a point in the middle where it had pinched off
from my anus, squeezed into almost a mohawk look from the crease of my
butt cheeks. I got my panties down past my knees and then tipped it
sideways so that the pile fell out the side of the leg band and onto the
grass with a slight “plop”. I squatted the rest of the way and pushed,
releasing a stream of pee and one more small turd, dwarfed by its
formerly panty bound cousin, and debated removing my panties entirely and
trying to wipe myself with some napkins from the car door but then I hear
the bell ring and knew the lot would be swarming with students before I
could finish. I stood and pulled my brown seated and wet crotched panties
up all the way, fell the stickiness and dampness against my skin and got
in my car to drive home, thankful I was the only one there so I could
shower and clean the panties in peace and quiet. Luckily nothing got on
my skirt or car seat.
I had to swing by that English Lit class first thing the next morning to
grab my books and had to make up a story for the teacher, but I certainly
didn’t tell her the truth – that one of her 17 year old students had
completely crapped her panties like a little girl.
I learned my lesson, though, and will now use the bathrooms at school for
emergencies, because as nasty as the school toilets are they certainly
beat having to wipe poop out off your panties.
Tyler
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The Guy Who Pees Sitting Down
Thanks for your replies everyone!
These are my reasons:
1) I’ve always done it.
2) I’ve developed a strong distaste for urinals.
3) I like sitting down as opposed to standing up (I’m a lazy person).
4) It’s more practical, and more clean.
5) It feels right for me.
6) I wipe my tip when I’m done (really, shaking it off does NOT fully
clean it), so it’s best to be near toilet paper when I must do this.
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Tuesday, January 05, 2010
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Linda
Post Title (optional) Slowly getting back to normal………
Linda from Australia here again. Well I’m slowly getting back to normal
with my pooping habits. I’ve been having trouble since the week before
Christmas so its been over 2 weeks now. Today I’ve got lots of butt
phlegm and liquid poo coming out. It started this morning after I dropped
a very small and loose load. It must be because I’m still a bit
constipated.
I went away for a couple of days, to stay with a friend that I hadn’t
seen for ages. We celebrated new years and we both had a good time.
However, as you all know, I hate doing poos when I’m away from home and
it didn’t help that I was already a bit backed up. This is one of the
reasons why I get constipated so often because I only feel comfortable
going in my own toilet. Occassionally, I will go in public toilets or
when I’m somewhere else but not very often. I normally wait till I get
home, which is bad for me because I have problems pooping even when I am
at home.
Anyway, I needed to do a poo before I left to go to my friend’s place. It
takes over an hour to drive there so I wanted to have a decent shit
first. I got on the toilet and did a wee, then I had to push quite hard
to start things moving. It me took about 15 minutes to get about half of
my load out. The turds were small and rock hard but after lots of
pushing, they came out easily. I tried to get the rest out but no matter
how hard I pushed, they just wouldn’t move. I wiped my butt and pulled up
my pants. I felt a bit uncomfortable, because I still had lots of poo
stuck up there. I had to be happy with getting at least some poo out so I
got in my car and left.
I stayed overnight at my friend’s place and I felt like I needed to do a
poo most of the time. I kept farting, my stomach was crampy and I
literally felt like I was full up with shit. Every time I went for a wee,
I did lots of farts and I could feel the head of a big, rock hard turd in
my anus. I really needed to get the turds out but I didn’t even consider
going at my friend’s place. I knew I would be in for an extrmemly hard
time when I got home.
On the morning that I was leaving to come home, I was desparate for a
poo. I really wanted to go then but I didn’t want to spend ages trying to
do a poo on somebody elses toilet. Plus I would be home soon enough and
then I could relax and take as long as I liked. I kept getting an even
stronger urge to go so I decided to try for a poo, even if I only managed
to get a little bit out. It was better than nothing and at least it would
relieve some of the pressure. So I VERY reluctantly made my way to the
toilet and closed the door. The toilet was away from the main living area
which was sort of good. It still didn’t make me feel any better about
doing a poo in a toilet other than my own at home. At least it was away
from everyone else. I did a big wee first and then a few farts. I could
feel a turd sitting very close to the opening of my anus. It felt huge!!
I did some gentle pushing and changed my mind about going there. I
decided to wait until I got home. It was going to take me a very long
time to get all the poo out too.
The drive home seemed to take forever because I was in such dire need of
a poo. I really, really needed to go! I did some more gentle pushing as I
drove and lots of farts escaped from my butt too.
Finally I started getting closer to home. By now, I needed to pee aswell.
When I got home, I quickly grabbed all my stuff and threw it on my bed.
Then I ran to the toilet and closed the door. I was so glad to finally be
going in my own toilet at home!! I did a wee and then I waited. I tried
to relax in the hopes that it would get things moving. Then I started
pushing. This dump wasn’t going to be easy. I had to push so hard that I
couldn’t hear anything. I had to push with all my might a few times, just
to get the first turd to move. I had to keep pushing the entire time I
was on the toilet because the turd was so big and rock hard. It kept
getting stuck too. It stretched my hole really wide and it hurt. After
about 15 minutes of pushing, I managed to get most of my load out. I had
a look at my job and it consisted of about 6 medium length turds that
looked rock hard. They were medium brown in colour. My hole was so sort
after that and I didn’t feel finished but I did feel much better. I
thought that dump was going to take a lot longer, like 30 minutes or
more. 15 minutes is quick for me. Later in the afternoon, I pushed out
about 5 more rock hard turds. They took about 10 minutes to get out.
So as you can see, I’m not as constipated as I was before but I’m still
having a hard time.
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