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Rick
Good to hear from you again Rachel.
There was no excuse for your friends dad not to at least pull off to the
side of the road and let you go to the bathroom. When I was real little,
that’s what my dad did, all the time. No one could be in that much of a
hurry as to be that inconsiderate. I bet if you had gone and told your
own dad about that, he would have punched that guy out. Did you ever ask
your friend if he had ever done that to her? Of course, maybe he just got
a kick out of seeing you desperate and pooping in your pants. Take care!
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Rachel
Here’s something that happened to me a couple of weeks back. I went to a
theme park with my friend and her Mum and Dad. Any way, the night before
I needed to poop but I didn’t go as I was watching something good on TV.
The next day I got in the car and we set off on the interstate. We got
into loads of traffic and were there for an hour when I really needed to
go. I was really desperate. I told the her dad that I needed to stop but
he said that the services were not for another hour and that the traffic
would take us ages. I wanted to cry. I held it in for another ten
minuites but I couldn’t hold it in any longer. It started to come out and
I could do nothing about it. I kept doing little farts and I was
straining real bad. I did the whole lot in my panties. I could feel it
wet against my legs. I was so embaressed. Nobody found out but I had to
go all the day with it in my underwear. It was horrible.
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Elissa
Last week I discovered one of life’s great pleasures. It involves
urination.
I was in the shower and the water was not running yet (I had just taken
off my clothes and gotten into the shower stall). I realized that I had
the urge to pee. I couldn’t wait until I got to the toilet- it was
several feet away. I just stood in the dry shower and peed. For a little
fun, I closed my legs and kept going. The urine went down my legs.
Then I turned on the water and washed it off.
But while I was in the shower, I had to go again.
I sat down in the shower stall and pointed my vagina up in the air, and I
peed. It landed on me.
That was fun to do.
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Andrew P
Hello People ! Been away a bit recently, so have just spent some time
catching up on the site. Thanks to those who have recently commented on
some of my stories.
TRAVELER: I love that word, “vicariously” ! Being able to imagine a scene
through the words of another is one of the best things about this site.
I’m pleased you were able to enjoy my story about cousin Sarah.
TONY (SCOTLAND): Thanks for your critique on my “novel” ! I know my
“scene building” goes a bit over the top (!), but I can’t help myself
sometimes. What I’m going to try and do in future is split my stories up
into smaller posts. I’ve still plenty to tell, but they will run out
pretty quickly if I keep up the length of my last couple of posts. So the
stories I have stored in my mind about my last cousin, Jayne, will now be
told in several shorter parts (perhaps!). PS, your return story about
Diane was excellent ( not too heavy on the lead in !), and just the sort
of thing I like to read. Many! thanks for that!
BILLY: My primary school days were in the 70s (I’m 35 now). You say your
school days were seriously dull by comparison. Even so, I never saw a
girl pee at school like you did ! That would have made such an impression
on me, I’d have made a real good story out of that !
What was seriously dull was my secondary school days. I don’t have any
toilet stories from 11 to 16. The only event I remember involved the
formation of a school “tickle gang”. This was a group of around 8 lads,
who would target some poor individual, wrestle them to the ground, and
then tickle them to death ! They always picked on lads, and the most that
happened was usually a number of uncontrollable farts from the victim.
However, I vividly remember the day they picked on their first girl, poor
Angela. They were very careful not to touch her in any private places,
concentrating on her legs, her ????, and under her arms. Unfortunately,
they took no notice of her screams for! mercy until this enormous gush of
wee sprayed out from under her short skirt. I remember that all the
witnesses present were very shocked by what happened, none more so than
the boys who were the perpetrators. They were very sorry for what they
had done, and even more sorry by the time the headmaster had finished
with them ! Needless to say, the tickle gang was banned, and became
another distant memory of my fondly remembered school days !
Next post about my cousin Jayne. Speak to you all again soon. Love Andrew
P.
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Paul nz
To concerned mum
I wouldn’t be worried at all – some of my friends at the same age needed
to go twice a day. 17 year old boys eat heaps and it all has to go
somewhere so that seems normal to me. If he is not having a dump he is
probably masturbating and that is normal too.
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Donnie
To Concerned Mom:
It’s possible your son may be doing something in the bathroom other than
a #2…something familiar to many a teenaged boy.
To Everyone:
I was watching the PBS history of NYC last night, which included a
segment on women in garment factory sweatshops in the early 1900s. Among
other atrocities, the women and young girls who worked there were not
allowed many breaks to use the restrooms during their very long shifts.
Under these conditions, I can imagine these poor women having numerous
accidents in their clothes. Also, note that the “sanitary napkins” of
those days were nothing less than cloth diapers (from which the
expression “on the rag” came). I’d bet these ladies frequently used their
napkins for a toilet as well as their periods.
This is not to belittle the horrible conditions under which they worked,
or the memory of the victims of the 1911 fire…but it’s something to
think about.
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The Crank
Yesterday, I went for a morning swim but somehow felt a big urge to dump.
Went to the pool male toilet, but there was only one cubicle and it was
occupied. I heard flushing and decided to wait. However, another guy who
was there first said he needed it urgently. I let him go. I went back to
the pool and swam a few laps more, but felt very breathless due to the
gas in my stomach. I went back to the male toilet and waited. Finally, he
flushed and came out. I asked,”Done?” and he replied, “Yeah, thanks a
lot!” “No problem”, I said. I went in, pulled my swimming trunks down and
sat. Firat, I farted. Ohh! That felt good. I started to grunt. The head
of the turd started moving but it was a BIG one. Ouch! I grunted harder
and it started out. I stopped pushing and let the turd proceed by itself.
Ow! The turd was very large and very knobbly, scratching my anus. Well,
it did fall and I farted even more. I wiped, but not too clean as I will
be swimming again and the water will wash my an! us clean anyway. The
best dump I ever had, and also the nicest deed I ever done by letting the
poor man in first.
To Nicola:
Sometimes, I have this feeling that the large turds you see passed by the
models at scat sites are fake. They just stuff it in and take a picture.
I don’t know, you guys think so?
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Nonny
Hey, guys! I can’t resist this contribution to the “foot-flusher” tales!
In my own university library men’s room, the extreme left-hand stall
looks out PERFECTLY on the two side-by-side half-wall urinals through the
natural crack (about 1/2 inch wide) between the hinge-hung door and the
wall. As a result, you get to observe the many different ways guys piss
at the urinals (how they hold their fixins’, how they target their
streams, how they deal with their foreskins, how far back they stand,
etc. etc.) while you’re just sitting there taking a leisurely dump. The
nice part is that they don’t even realize they’re being “studied”…so
you get to see how other guys piss (and handle their dicks) when they
believe they’re totally alone! Talk about fun! I could write a whole book
about those observations…but my story here is that I once saw a guy
(black dude as it happens) stand back about three feet from the urinal
after he had pissed…and nail the flush handle with one very high! and
well-placed karate kick! I almost lost it from stuffing my laughter!
(Good thing I was already sitting on the pot!) I’ll bet nobody’s ever
seen THAT “feet feat” attempted before. Any challengers?
By the way, as to the regular stalls — of which there are three — about
50% of the guys flush with one foot. It’s also interesting that more and
more young guys these days head straight to the stalls just to
piss…especially if one of the two urinals is already occupied. I doubt
if THAT many guys are seriously pee-shy. I think we’re seeing a sad and
disappointing resurgence of prudishness and body-shame that we thought
(hoped) had been abandoned following the “liberated” 1960s. Many of these
same younger guys also take “gang showers” with their bathing suits on.
It’s amazing that such prudishness, and I suspect a basic underlying
homophobia, are so difficult to eradicate from young male psyches at this
late date in our cultural evolution. Young guys 30 and 40 years ag! o
were a whole lot more relaxed about showering naked together…and
pissing together…and even dumping together…than this present
generation of (pardon my language, but I’m afraid ’tis true) candy-assed
wimps. Anybody got any ideas what we can do to extricate them from their
absurd neurosis?
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Mike
Wow! Nicola! I am finding it hard to get away from the image you describe
where you have to lift your bum off the seat to let the rest of your
magnificent turd out because it is pressing against the bottom of the
pan! Do you really do them that big? You certainly are an amazing person
– and quite knowlegable in medical matters too so it seems. You have told
us a lot more about laxatives and such than I would have expected from a
doctor. Thanks also for the account of your sharing a major toilet
session with your mum. I love the picture it gives of those two big bums
taking turns to deposit vast quantities down the pan.
I happened to be at a railway station today, and I could see two very
large thick turds laid on the track. Despite the fact that this is quite
disgusting in this day and age, I couldnt help imagine the big shapely
bottom that must have produced them. Have you been near to Bristol
recently Nicola?
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David W
To swatty potty: I once had the honor to spend about 24 hours in the
pokey. It was just the holding tank, not a full blown “big-house” or
“joint”. It was a combo toilet and drinking fountain, all stainless steel
and no lid or seat. You just sat right on the rim. The holding tank got
pretty crowded throughout the evening and night. There was one guy thrown
in there, and I mean he had a problem. He spent the whole night in the
toilet section. (About 1/4th of the holding tank was the toilet section.
It had two toilets in it. It was separated by a cinder block wall about 4
feet high to give the guys on the shitters some measure of privacy).
Anyway he spent the whole night in that section all by himself. In the
morning someone had to take a shit, (a somewhat intimidating black man)
and this guy was still standing there with his dick almost hanging out in
anticipation of seeing this guy take a shit. Well all it took was a dirty
look and a request to get lost to get him t! o move. Fortunately
throughout the night he slept soundly when I and others had to use it.
Nobody flushed them at night as some measure of courtesy to the others
who were trying to sleep.
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Rose
Long time no see, you guys!
Anyway, it’s been a while since me and my friend have both pooped
together, but last week he did. Of course, as usual…I sat on the tub
next to him and talked to him as he dropped poops. I told him that they
sounded cute as they plopped into the water.:-) But anyway, he flushed a
few times during the session but after he finished up (wiping, etc) he
didn’t flush! Then, he decided that he wanted to take a shower and by
that time, I was standing at the sink. He got into the shower and started
washing, when I said….”I can’t believe you didn’t flush that!” He said
that he didn’t want to because (as many of you know) flushing during a
shower could not be a very pleasurable thing. But I kept playfully
harassing him about how I never had that happen in the past and blah blah
blah…And to make a long story short, I guess he got fed up with me
going on and on, so he opened the shower curtain a bit, stuck his leg out
and flushed! the toilet!!!!!! It was just really funny to me and I
couldn’t believe that he did that.
And of course, he looked at me and said,” Happy, dear?” 🙂
Have any of you ever done something wacky like that before?
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Grunt
Hey I’m a 16 y/o guy. Have any of you teenage guys out
there done this? I do this all the time. I go in to a
mall bathroom to poop. Then I sit down and push out a
big log and don’t wipe. When the bathroom is empty I
pull up my pants and walk over to a urinal and pretend
to piss until somebody comes in. Then when a guy shows
up I watch and see what his reaction is to the big poop
sitting in the toilet usually he’ll just flush it and
look disgusted but other times he just walks back out!
I think it is a kewl prank :B
My poop is normally brown and 2 inches thick but the
size of the logs bugs me. I am 6’1″ and 200 pounds and
I poop every few days. I am in good health but my logs
are usually 18″ long. I don’t flush at the mall because
I might overflow the toilet. Anybody else have really
big shit? They are almost 2 feet long!!
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To Nicola and Pete (US): Yes, Epsom Salts can be violent. Let me tell you
a true story. Some years ago we were vacationing in the (we are French).
Whenever we are on vacation my wife gets constipated. Just before driving
into the L.A. metropolitan area we stopped at a Drugstore in a Plaza. I
bought some beer, etc. and my wife consulted the farmacist. She came back
with a little bottle called “Fleet Ennema” of which the farmacist,
according to her, said she could swallow it down half or even completely
with some Coke or whatever (because of the bad taste). I have never been
able whether this guy really said so or whether she misunderstood (her
English is not that good). She emptied the whole bottle along with a can
of Coke right there on the parking lot and off we went.
It went about like this (of course I did not time it):
After about:
15′: I can feel it start moving already.
40′: Actaully I think I could poop now already, but I’ll wait until we
ge! t to the hotel.
60′-90′: Oow, this is getting bad. I really have to go badly (and
squirming around in the seat of the car).
By then we were in the rush hour on the Interstate getting into L.A. (5
or 6 lanes with even the emergency lane being used).
95′: If you can find somewhere an exit into a plaza or so, please take
it. I am getting desperate.
Almost immediately after: Get off now immediately, there is poop shooting
into my panties!
I pulled over and took the next possible exit with a wife next to me that
was litterally in panic. She was complaining about poop getting into her
panties withour her being able to stop it.
About 5 minutes later I stopped in front of a Burger King: My wife gets
out. I can see a small brown spot on her shorts near the bottom of her
sheeks. While trying to move (first fast, then very careful, etc.)
without more damage I hear a loud explosion. Her white shorts turned
light brown almost completely. She! stops in panic and seconds later the
mess starts running down her legs (even into her shoes).
A (crying) wife: What do I have to do? There is more to come. Well honey,
just finish it in your panties. I don’t think it still makes any
difference. She got one more wave of diarrhea later on and that was about
it (except for some minor stools afterwards).
The product sure did clear her system. Later on, we found out what this
product actually was. It actually says on the box it may work within 30
minutes.
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Coprologist
Missed this page. Been so busy, I’ve not had time to visit for a week or
more. I had a fascinating BM this morning. Due to my diet, rich in fruit
and fiber, I always pass very soft turds, which are quite small. This
morning I counted them as they hit the water. The first installment
consisted of 41 small turds, with a big fart after number 23. I flushed
that lot, pissed and then produced another 21. I flushed again, sat for a
while longer and after a few grunts and struggles produced another 6
small ones. I bet that that lot would make a big one if they were all in
one big stiff turd instead of 67 soft turdlets!
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Me and a friend had gone out to have dinner at a mexican resturant and
then we went on to a play. After dinner we went to see a production of
Hello Dolly. We got to the auditorum my stomach started to cramp. All
decked out in my jeans and cowboy boots, I went in persuit of the
restroom. I was shocked to find that not only was the room very crowded,
but that the stalls had no doors. So I walked into the second stall,
wiped the seat, pulled down my jeans. Just as soon as I sat down the poop
start to roll out of my butt, and of course it was one of those messy
kind that smelled up the place, and took a whole roll of paper to clean
up. Then I had to go back and wonder if these guys will remember my face.
Oh Well!! when you gotta go, you gotta go.
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Harry
Several days ago, someone here I believe asked the question as to whether
a person preferred to have either the “traveler’s diarhea” (sp?) or
“traveler’s constipation”…To answer the question from my own personal
experience, I would have to say “traveler’s constipation”, as the “runs”
or “Montezuma’s revenge” as it is sometimes called is no fun at all while
out on vacation. The last time I had such a case of constipation while on
vacation, it lasted me a whole week, and when I finally was able to pass
the mass that had backed up, it came out very slow. I didn’t time it, but
it felt like it must have been about 5 minutes of a continuous log that
came out of me. When it finally ended, I wiped and got up and looked at
the job I had done. It was about 20 inches long and curled around back on
itself once, yet it looked very solid…
As for the question about flushing public toilets with my feet or hands,
I prefer to use my left foot to do so, as most of the flush mech! anisms
have the lever on the left side when facing it…
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Public Toilet Hater
To Claude: All right! I also flush public toilets with my foot. That’s
the only way. Why? Because guys get urine or poop on their hands, and I
don’t want to touch that flush handle. Additionally, once one person uses
the foot flush maneuver, that means that all the germs from the sole of
his shoe are now on the flush handle. Of course, the guy will have been
standing in a puddle of urine on a nasty filthy vile floor. I refuse to
touch a flush handle. The kick flush is the only way to flush a public
toilet. I have been laughed at for the kick flush, but I don’t care — my
hands do not coated in another man’s urine. The last guy who laughed at
me for executing a kick flush got to eat my shoe. He wasn’t laughing
after that. I am tall, and also received some martial arts training,
therefore the kick flush is easy to pull off.
But, there is a danger! Once I saw a guy attempting to kick flush, and he
slipped. His foot slipped off the flush handle, and INTO T! HE URINAL!!
He threw his shoe in the garbage. I don’t blame him. If public toilets
were not so nasty, people would not act that way.
ALL public toilets should be self-flushing. This would eliminate the need
for the kick flush.
OK, I have seen posts that raise the issue of homophobia, and I want to
make a defense for those folks who like some privacy in their bathroom
affairs. Please allow me to first state that I am inclined to leave
people alone, and am not making a comment about homosexuals. The
following is not meant as gay-bashing.
I’m a fairly large and athletic guy. When I was in college, I lived in a
dormitory that had community toilets and showers. Thirty-two men shared a
communal bathroom. On weekends, most students went home, and there were
not many men staying in the dormitory.
On one weekend, I was sitting on a commode, taking a dump. A homosexual
saw me there, dropped his pants, and burst through the door of the stall.
He made suggestions that offended me very deeply. He apparently didn’t
realize how large I was, because when I stood up, I towered over him. I
was angry with his violation of my privacy, and I punched him and kicked
him. As I have mentioned! , I have some training in self-defense, and I
left him unconcious on the floor.
The next day, the university charged me with assault.
Before I could appear before the university’s disciplinary body, the same
homosexual guy made an advance toward another person. This second victim
was a star player on one of the university’s athletic teams. The athlete
also punched the homosexual, and injured him quite severely. He broke the
man’s ribs, causing the guy’s lung to collapse. He also gave him a
concussion. The homosexual man was hospitalized for several weeks, and
after the university’s investigation, was expelled from the university.
When the university investigated the incident concerning the athlete,
they disovered that the same person was the instigator in my case. All
charges against both the athlete and me were dismissed. There is no
public record of the incident, since an athlete was involved.
I do not advise violence, a! nd let me point out that I don’t view this
person’s behavior as typical of homosexuals. I am simply relating the
story as it happened.
Has anyone else had such an experience? What did you do? Let me say that
I clearly told this person “NO” and resorted to violence only when he
would not respect my saying NO. The only way to get him out of my face
was to punch his head so hard that I knocked him down. Once he was down,
I made sure that he did not get up. Before I knew it, he was knocked out.
My view is that I will not make any comment about anyone for being a
homophobe. I certainly won’t ridicule anyone in a public bathroom, or do
anything that might be irritating to them. I don’t know what the
experiences of other people have been. The person who seems prudish might
have a very good reason for his behavior. A person who seems a bit too
open might just have a different background, and I’m not inclined to get
defensive unless provoked. Everyone de! serves respect and privacy, and
anyone who bothers someone else in a public bathroom is asking for
trouble. Especially if they bother large men with training in martial
arts!
Peace to all. Don’t forget to use your foot to flush.
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swatty potty
I can imagine how cold the stainless steel toilet seats are in jails when
it is the winter time. From what I read, it really sounds like the
jailers have to rough it.
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Thursday, November 18, 1999
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Older Dude
Concerned Mom,
Are you sure thats what he’s doing in there? At that age its time for a
girlfriend if you get my jist.
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BeachMIke
To concerned Mom,
When I was young as a teenager I spent an hour in the toilet reading and
pooping. Sometimes it was because of a good bm others times to read my
girly magazines. Whenever, I have a bm I’m particularly sensitive
sexually. I have always had two bms a day. I think its a sign of good
health.
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HJ
To “concerned mom”. Assuming your post was a serious question, has it not
occurred to you that your son might be doing “other activities” in the
bathroom. Teenage boys have been known to from time to time!
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jerkyboy
To Concerned Mom:
Your son is masturbating, it is normal for a teenage boy. Do him a favour
and ignore it, you’ll both be better off.
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Diskputers
to concerned mom: I’m 17 too, and it usually takes me about A minute or
two for bowel movements. I’d suggest that you ask him if everything is
ok. He may be suffering for constipation.
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George
To the “concerned mom”- I’ve got two words for ya: Masturbation. Okay,
one word. But I bet that’s what your teenager is busy doing in the
bathroom for so long. Boooiiooiing!!!
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Jean Claude
To concerned Mom:
Your son is probably masturbating. Boys do that sort of thing. 🙂
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dork
Concerned mom, Duh, I think he is emptying his bowels as well as two
things hanging between his legs.
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concerned mom
Hi
I was trying to find something on teenage boys bathroom habits because I
am concerned about my son. He is 17 yrs. old and I noticed that he goes
#2 two times everyday…usually once in the morning after breakfast and
once before he goes to bed. The thing that concerns me is how long it
takes him. He is usually in there for about 20 minutes! This seems like
an awfully long time to me. I was wondering if this is normal for teenage
boys? If there is any other moms with teenage sons or any teenage boys
themselves, could you please tell me if your habits are anything like how
i described my sons to be?
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The Conductor
To swatty potty,
There are no seats (as you normally think of them)on toilets in U.S.
jails (least not the few I have been in BRIEFLY). The toilets are one
piece stainless steel things. You literally sit right on the edge of the
pan. They sit right out in plain view in the cell, usually next to a
small sink, also stainless.
One of the ways evil prison guards intimidate prisoners is by standing
outside the cell while convicts are using the toilet. Ir reminds one of
how the great apes in zoos must feel being on display all the time. In
fact, many convicts will throw their turds at the guards through the bars
as an act of disdain, also much like chimps, orangs and other apes. All
in all not too civilized.
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Cousin
Sarah. hey you’re not alone.. when i drink choco milk the same happens to
me and I’m not LI. I thought maybe is it possible for some to suddenly
become LI rather than be born that way? hmmm.
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Traveler
As some of you already know, I am usually the long-logged type, but
lately I’ve done some extremely (for me) long jobbies. One checked in at
about 18″. (No, I ddin’t take a ruler into the bathroom! I just estimated
by spreading my thumb and little finger, a span for me of about 7
inches.) The 18-incher isn’t a prize winner here, I know, but I enjoyed
it. There was something strange about passing it and the other long ones
of late, though. As it came out, I was sure that the log wasn’t sizeable
at all, just a shortie. Then, when I looked afterwards… Surprise! Has
anyone else had this experience?
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Pete(US)
I’m off on a trip to the East Coast of the US to visit my family for a
week. I’ll try to check in with all you guys over the weekend. Hopefuly
I’ll have some good airport toilet stories for you all!
Pete
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Dump Buddy
At 16, I lived with my uncle and his two teenage sons. One bathroom in
the house. These are some of the images from that time. Hope this version
satisfies all the requirements of this forum, so I can share these
special memories and we can enjoy them together. This is about my
19-year-old cousin Vinnie. I had a kinda hero-worship thing for him
which, of course, I concealed totally.
It was a hot, humid morning. My uncle had already gone to work. My cousin
Tony was still in bed. Turning off the water, I stepped out of the shower
and was going through the towels, sniffing for one that didn’t smell too
bad. In our all-male household, things got pretty raunchy sometimes.
Through the open window, I heard tires squeal and bump the curb at the
head of the driveway. Then, a car screeching to a halt. A car door slams.
Trailboots running on pavement, pounding across the wooden porch. The
screen door squeaks open. Keys jangling, crashing to the floor, then
jangling! again. The front door swings open and bangs against the hallway
wall. Trailboots charging across the hallway. CRASH. Glass breaking.
Something heavy falls to the floor with a thud. Trailboots stomping up
the stairs, two at a time. A pleading “Ahhh, f****k!” The bathroom door
got a sharp kick and flew open. BAM. Vinnie burst in, both hands occupied
with unbuckling his heavy belt, a look of painfull desperation on his
contorted face. Trembling fingers fumbled to unzip. He groaned. We made
eye-contact for a second, but he immediately looked away and bowed his
head. He was in another world. Backing toward the bowl, he bent forward
as he shoved down his jeans and jockey shorts – worn, torn, and stained –
down below his knees. Vinnie slammed down the toilet seat as he squatted
onto the bowl, his sweaty butt landing hard on the seat.
Enthroned three feet away from me, he grunted hard – twice –
his twisted face reddening from the strain. Thundering farts ! ripped out
of his butthole, echoing in the bowl, filling the room with his stink.
Right then he let out a loud groan of relief, and his fierce jet of piss
splattered into the bowl, the stinging smell of morning panther piss
assaulting my nostrils. Next second, a sparkling dark yellow projectile
shot up from between his legs, arcing out and down, spraying my feet and
leg. He gasped and, frantically, his big trembling fist shoved his hose
back down past the seat. He squeezed his eyes shut, drew in a sharp
breath, and grunted even harder. He was sweating heavy, a greasy sheen
covering his stubbled, handsome face.
He leaned forward, both hands thrust between his spread thighs, clamping
a death-grip onto the front of the toilet seat, his body, head to toe,
strained to the extreme, in the classic “burst a blood vessel” state. He
let loose with a long, loud uhnnnn-UHHNNNnn-aaAHHHnnnnnn-AHHHH. His
endless stream of piss shot out even stronger, and I heard a loud PLOPP,
t! he first big torpedo turd exploding out of his aching butt. Then
another PLOPP, and a PLOPP-PLOPP, as he grunted and farted shamelessly.
Intense, long spurts of piss splattering into the bowl. He inhaled
sharply, and an explosion of juicy crap blasted into the steaming brew of
his horsepiss.
After a lot more of this unloading, he seemed exhausted and finally
collapsed, slumping back on the bowl. Regaining consciousness, he looked
up at me sheepishly, suddenly and very obviously embarassed. As he half
stood up, grabbing a wad of toilet paper, he said, quietly “Man, I almost
shit my f**kin’ pants”. As he tried to wipe his shitty buttcrack, he
tried to explain about what had driven him to a state of such
gut-wrenching desperation. Vinnie and his three buddies were driving back
from a rock-climbing weekend. They had gotten a flat and, by the time
they changed the tire, they were running late, and two of the guys got
frantic about not being at their jobs on time ! and getting canned. The
last two-hundred miles, they burned rubber and avoided stopping at all
costs. So then, Vinnie gets this powerful urge to take a dump. Actually,
he had been plugged up since Friday. And then “all that f**kin’ black
coffee”. As his cramps got worse, he hoped that his buddies guts would
overwhelm them and they’d beg for a pit stop, but they didn’t. Soon, he
was in agony, having big problems concentrating on driving, particularing
keeping anywhere close to the speed limits. He counted the miles, praying
he wouldn’t shit himself in front of his friends. The images of his
ordeal raced through my mind, as we stood beside each other, engulfed by
his manly fumes.
Can any of you guys relate to this ? More,later. Thanks for listening.
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