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Andrew P
JAYNE PART ONE

Although senior school was a complete void in my toilet life as described
in my last post, on the home front, life remained interesting. Around two
years after Uncle had split up with Aunty, and Sarah ( & Emma ) had gone
to live with their mum, he found a new lady in his life, and just a year
later, soon after my 14th birthday, he married her. She had been married
before, and had a daughter. And so I came to inherit a new girl cousin,
Jayne, who was 10 on the day they got married.

The wedding day was the first time I clapped eyes on her, and she was a
stunning little girl, acting as bridesmaid for her mum, with beautiful
brown eyes, and hair a radiant sunshine-red. We never really got
introduced properly until a week later when mum had invited Uncle John
and his new family to Sunday tea. When they arrived, Jayne was painfully
shy, hiding behind her mother, but from that day onwards a circle of
events were to turn my relationship with Jayne ! to one of an even closer
nature than I share with Sarah. I’d got some games out to entertain her,
and she was prompted by her less than patient mother to “leave me alone
will you, and go and play those games that your new cousin has got out
for you”.

Aunty’s prompting led to Jayne and I forming a bond that is still as
strong and as close as ever, even though she now lives away and has
married a wonderful gentleman, called Ken.

I took Jayne’s hand, and led her into the room where we kept all our
toys. She settled on Mousetrap, and after that game, we sat and talked
about all sorts of things. Eventually she began fidgeting, and I asked
her outright “you need to wee, don’t you ?”. She turned very scarlett at
the directness of this question, but answered with a nod of her head.
This was then followed by her drawing in her breath between her top teeth
and her bottom lip, making a fffffffffff sound, and another visible sign
that I grew to love, as she kind of clamped her hand between her legs.
Fearing she was about to have an accident, I said “come on, I’ll show you
where it is”, and led her upstairs. “its through that door, there”, I
said, and then added “I’ll wait here at the top of the stairs for you”.

Jayne went through the door, shutting and locking it behind her, and I
settled on the staircase, at just the spot I knew allowed me about two
inches view below the toilet door, at the end of the landing. I watched
excitedly as I saw her little shoes turn round, facing the door, and
after some noises of clothes rustling, I saw them both lift upwards out
of view, as she sat on the toilet, before they quickly came into view
again as she settled. The wee came out immediately, gushing on the inside
of the toilet bowl, and intermitently tinkling directly onto the water
below. It lasted at least a minute, so she must have been desperate to
go. And all the time I could see those shoes, delicately carressing the
bathroom carpet, as the! y gently swung backwards and forwards.

I had a lovely new girl cousin, and I’d already seen her shoes go to the
toilet !

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Sweet Audrina
Last night i was in a resteraunt and my sister and I went into the
restroom. An old lady entered a stall and there was tons of farting
sounds! I started laughing so hard and when the lady came out I left and
started laughing more

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Tony
On all the talk about Scat sites, I only wish there had been PCs,
Internet and such websites and of course one like this page, when I was
in my teens in the 1960s. I agree with Nicola that many men get a buzz
out of seeing women doing large solid motions. That’s the only bit of
Scat sights I like, as with others here I totally abhor the messy and
other to me disgusting actions shown on some of the more extreme Scat
pages. Some however just show the woman doing her (solid) motion into a
toilet or potty or onto the ground and this to me is acceptable, and as
Nicola says, some may be fakes but many are definitely authentic and are
real whoppers. My mum often did ones that big. BTW I have seen many
jobbies over the years done by both genders and agree that women by and
large do fatter turds than men.

Astro Creep, the only people I know who put toilet paper down the toilet
pan before doing a number two are spoil sports who want to prevent others
hearing the “PLOP!” and “KERSPLOONK! sounds as they do their motion. It’s
a practice I dislike and have only done it myself on the thankfully few
occasions I get diarrhea, as I find the sounds of this a total turn off
both to myself and probably others do too. If however as is usual I do a
nice big solid jobbie then I am happy to let anyone else within earshot
hear the “KUR-SPLOONK!” as it drops into the pan, and if it sticks and
wont flush away I am just as happy for them to see it too.

Concerned Mom, Harry and others have the answer to this, he is probably
masturbating, so unless you or others are desperate to use the toilet
then let him be. Harry is correct that passing a large soild turd often
stimulates the prostate gland so in both senses he is just “doing what
comes naturaly” . also having a bolt, (usually) the toilet is somewhere
he can do such things and not be disturbed as he could be if someone
walked into his bedroom. I used to “relieve ALL my physical needs”
excretory and “others” in the toilet when I was a teenager.

Nicola, I envy you the buddy dump you had with your mum, how I wish I
could have had such an experience with mine but different religious
backgrounds, (my parents are Roman Catholics), an earlier generation ,
the 1950s and 60s when I grew up unlike the liberated 1970s and 1980s in
your case, and of course it is less unusual for the same gender to share
a toilet. All I was ever able to do was to “indirect Buddy Dump” with my
mum by doing my motion on top of hers after she had been to the toilet
and her’s had been a big one which hadn’t flushed away.

Public Toilet Hater, I had a similar nasty experience with an aggressive
Homosexual in a public toilet when he accosted me peeing at a urinal and
wouldnt go away when I rebuffed his verbal advances. When he actually
touched me I simply punched him to the ground. There were no witnesses,
no police action, and I have no idea what happened to him thereafter, I
left him soaking in the slab urinal. In Britain there is the “Portsmouth
Defence” that a man if accosted physically by a homosexual can use
“reasonable force” to protect himself. I am not anti homosexual, let’s be
honest there are enough people who would attack the interests of those
who post here as “queer” or “bent”. I work with quite a few gays who do
not bother straight men and am friendly with a Lesbian Couple who
sometimes post here, and have another mate who while hetrosexual is a
very convincing Transvestite who often drives to other towns and changes
“en femme” and has never been discovered. Since then, if in d! oubt, I
copy my friend George and use a cubicle in a public toilet with the door
bolted if I dont like the look of the other blokes in there. I dont
however have your hatred for Public Toilets. Sure, I dont use those with
a floor wet with piss and with shit all over the seat, but most these
days are reasonably clean, especially in Shopping malls, Hypermarts etc,
Some are a bit seedy especially in car parks and other local authority
facilites without an attendant, but these of course are the ones were I
am more likely to see a big jobbie unflushed in the pan. While I always
wash my hands etc after urination or defecation I have not, as far as I
am aware, ever caught any illness from using a public toilet.

Andrew P. Im glad you werent offended by my slight criticism of the
“scene setting” part of your story, believe me it was good. A touch of
the Steinbeck. It’s just that there isnt a lot of room on a webpage like
this. If there was ever a page for longer stories about defecation then
this would be the way to go. I certainly could write a very long
descriptive prose about incidents in my childhood and teens, going into
great detail about what the other person was wearing, the lead up to the
main event, the decor in the house etc, what I was doing beforehand, at
the time, and of course after they had done their motion. Perhaps the
Moderator, if bandwidth permits, may have a competition for longer
stories on the defecation topic. There was a brief attempt by some
readers to have Toilet Poetry. I wrote one myself, see old posts, a
composite inspired by some real toilet incidents in my teens, giving a
vivid description of my listening at the door then seeing the jobbies she
had pas! sed afterwards. I look forward to reading more of your stories,
but getting to the heart of the matter a little quicker. I will post more
stories about various women I have seen doing a motion including my
fiancee, in the future.

This morning, I have a day’s leave, I did what I call a “slo-mo” that is
a motion which takes its own good time to come out. I wasnt constipated,
but as I had eaten a very large lunch the previous day and a reasonable
supper I knew I would need a big one. I went into the toilet and sat on
the pan with my navy blue speedo slip style briefs pulled down to me
knees. I peed then sat and let the big turd slide down into my rectum. My
ring opened with a slight stab of pain, it WAS a fat one, but it was very
reluctant to come out. I went “OO! AH! and bore down but it hardly
shifted. As I didnt have to go to work I just sat there and waited,
following the advice in my mum’s “womens health” book which says not to
strain if passing a large solid stool but to let it come out slowly by
itself to avoid piles or anal fissure. Slowly, surely it started to move,
oozing out of my dilated ring. After the first few hard knobbly inches it
got smooth but still firm and came out just as slowly und! er its own
steam with me hardly prssing at all. This motion was doing itself with me
feeling just like a bystander, but it was a very pleasent feeling as it
passed out of me. With the usual crackling it slid out and looking
between my legs I could see the great long fat brown log pointing down
into the pan Eventually it started to taper but coming out so slowly and
being so long it didnt make a loud sound but just dropped silently into
the pan with a “flip” when I got off the pan and looked it was standing
upright like a pinacle, a big brown tower and was about 14 inches long
and 2 and 1/2 thick for most of its length. I sure felt great after
passing it. Its still stuck in the pan as I write this but I will get it
to flush away eventually.

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Jasmine
Public Toilet Hater,

I have never flushed a public toilet with my foot before. It’s just never
really concerned me. Could it be that guys are messier than girls in the
restroom? I believe so. 😛

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hi
I’d like to see more pee posts here…

I have one to share with you to get you started

I was at school the other day and I felt a slight urge to pee at morning
break but I thought I was imagining it at first because I never need to
go then…

So I didnt go but the urge in my bladder more and more until lunch, when
I decided I should go.

However, at lunch I was busy talking to my friends and forgot to go. At
the end of lunch, when I got into the classroom I was getting quite
desperate to go and pee but the teachers dont let us go out straight
after we ghave had a break-they say we should suffer because we didnt go
in break.

So I suffered through that class, and because the srtict teachers at my
school hate you being late to class, hurried off to next class.

In this class this boy I have a crush on was there so I was too
embarrassed to go so I held it in.

THEN, to make matters worse I had to run to the tra! in station to catch
a train and I risked it coming out right then and there

It takes an hour and a half on the train to get home and there were no
seats so I had to stand with my legs crossed tightly

A bout an hour into the trip the first squirt came out. From then on they
kept coming until a couple of stops before mine when I decided I had to
go then and there so I jumped off the train and, still squirting, ran to
the toilet on that station and relieved myself. Luckily it did not run
down my legs, btu I was very embarrassed!!

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> To answer your question, it could be normal for him to
take his own time while passing a bowel movement…I know from personal
experience that there were times when I was in my teen years, I’m 37 now,
that I would take a leisurely dump on occasion. Also, since you said he
is in his teen years, there is also a good probability that he could be
masturbating while sitting on the toilet as well. I will say that I have
done so many a time when I was in my teen years as well. For a lot of
guys, a full rectum will cause them to get an erection while passing a
log being the prostate gland is up against the rectum, it can get
stimulated by the action of the bowels and thus that result. That is only
a guess on my part, but I wouldn’t worry about it…

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