Thomas
I'd been living with my girlfriend about one week before I figured out some of her rigid habits. She brushed her teeth 3 times a day, and always drank a glass of water (not coffe or juice) in the morning, and things like that. And every night after dinner she would go in the bathroom (even if we were out someplace) and have her daily shit. When I realized this habit, something made me want to watch- she was always in there for about 10 minutes, maybe less if not at home. I was afraid to ask her. So I tryed to invent excuses. The one I used most was needing some thing while she was on the pot. Not every day, but often, I would go to the door and say I had misplacd something, or ask her a question, hopeing for an invitation. The answer was always same. "Thomas, I am busy now (or I am taking a shit or having a dump) and I will take care of that later okay?" Nothing worked. About a month went by and we went on a week end camping trip. We left on Friday afternoon and stop! ped at a restaurant and ate and of course she went to the restroom. The next day was lots of fun hiking and swimming and picnicking, and then came dinner time. I made sure to stick close by her just to see what would happen. Nothing. She said she had to pee several times and squatted behind a bush just for a second, but I didn't want to ask about it. The next morning she got up and went to the cooler for some water and drank it. I knew she haddnt had her big no 2 yet didn't want to let her out of my sight. So I quick got up and dressd. We ate some leftovers and then she sugested we could go for a walk. I said sure and was surprised to have her go to her backpack and remove a little roll of toilet paper and stick it in her fanny pack. She looked up at me and smiled and said, "We might need this." We stared along a trail and pretty soon I got that full feeling in my guts but I kept going. We stopped to rest and she fumbled in her pack and pulled out the tp and I said, "! There isn't very much on there. Don't use it all." She unrolled about four or five squares and handed it to me and said, "Here is your share when you need, I am way over due for a big shit, and have to use the roll right NOW, and after, you can have what is left. There is more in my big pack." Then she got up and took about three steps and turned her behind away so she was facing me, and took down her jeans and sat there squatting, looking up at me with her bare butt hanging. Then, she started talking- about other things. I can't remember what- because my head was spinning. Then while she talked she sort of winced and I could hear and see pee splashing, and then shes said 'ungh'- and I stepped kind of aside and out of the corner of my eye could see this big turd uncoil and drop onto the ground in a big half circle. I couldn't stand it any longer, part from excitment and part because I needed to go to, so I went over next to her and dropped my own drawers and began to ! shitting right next to her - I really had to go and she noticed and said something about it. Like " !!! - You almost waited to long." There we were. I wasn't really behind her, but sat a little bit cockeyed and was able to watch as she talked more while she continued releasing these big long fat turds. After she wiped there was still more paper left. She handed me the roll and smiled, "You really wanted to watch, didn't you? Did you like what you saw?" I played it cool and said, "Wow, yes it was fun do that together, but I think you were mistaken." She said, "Oh, Thomas, come off it, I could tell by the dumb questions you asked me when I was behind the door at home, that you wanted to come in. I thought I would let you wait a while. Was it worth the wait?" I stammered some thing in agreement. We left our tropys there off the trail, and admired them when we returned by later. After that, both of our bathroom manners were pretty open and we used to let it all han! g out, around each other quite a bit. We finally got married, and still are, but with passege of time and two kids, things have changed. But we went on a litle vacation a few months ago by ourselves, and on a short hike, had buddy dump like we used to, and agreed it was just like old times, it still is fun to watch the little woman with most of her 5'2 130 lb bod still in good shape, straining as she pushes out those big turds.
Donnie
I saw "Apocalypse Now Redux" this weekend, reminding me of two peeing scenes therein. The first one is in the section with Col. Kilgore (Robert Duvall). He's on the beach at night, talking about surfing; over his shoulder you see an extra taking a leak. The extra is turned slightly away from the camera, but the stream and its trajectory are unmistakable. The second scene comes during Chef's search for mangoes, just before the tiger attack. Capt. Williard (Martin Sheen) can be seen draining on a big tree.
Both these scenes are on the videos of the original version of "Apocalypse Now".
Penny
Hi All,
A quick post about a funny (not at the time) thing that happened to me the other day. Linda and I went shopping and as usual we needed to shit after lunch so we went off to the loos. They were full so we waited until a few stalls became free and went in to do our thing. I lifted my skirt and pulled my g string to midthigh and sat. A good pee and a few farts and I was on my way with a wet chunky poo that splattered a bit. I could hear Linda groaning as she did her normal log that gives her such pleasure. If I had the pleasure she did from shitting I would shit 6 times a day. As I finished and was wiping I realised that I had wiped poo all over my crack and would need some water to clean. not thinking I prepared some wads of papaer and standing pulled my shirt down to civer myself, unlocked the door and nipped across to the basins. As I was wetting the wads a young girl rushed in and goes straight into my stall. Banges the dorr closed and as I protest and tell her I was ther! e she says "Sorry. the runs waits for no-one. She then proceeds to spray the bowl. I am now standing there at the basins with a shitty hole g string at mithigh and wet papaer in hand. What now? I knock on linda's door and whisper to let me in quick. She opens very surprised and I say I will explain later. She has just wiped and I pull my skirt up and get finished. In the bowl is an enormous log and knowing her I look at her face. I can see the sweaty sheen as she dabs her forhead with some paper. I ask was it good. She says GREAT! I finish and flush and we leave as I explain what happened to me. Afterwards I thought all I should have done was fluas and use the water in the bowl afterwards. Lesson learned.
Plunging Plop Guy
Hi, Toilet friends!
Re. The question about men having erections when having a shit, as others have already said, as the stools pass along the gut, the prostate gland is massaged and stimulated if the motion is particularly hard. This can be quite arousing and therefore have the effects mentioned.
When at puberty I first experienced this effect, I think it was more due to the fact I was so aware of what I was doing for the first time; I was a young guy sitting on a toilet trying and succeeding in dropping my turds and making loud plops and very conscious of the fact other men did the same, and I used to look at pictures of muscular footballers and imagine them doing the same.
Without being too graphic, my concentration was strong enough to not only give me the same effect a very pleasurable firm bowel motion would have done, but that by the end of my shit and without using my hands at all, I well....achieved an intensely pleasurable result!
This was followed by a sense of euphoria afterwards and for several months at least, I always felt euphoric.
My very innocent "technique" continued several years, but to give any more detail might jeopardise this being posted!
Therefore an erection may be due to passing a hard turd, or it may be due to going soon after waking up when there's sometimes an erection as a preventative of the body urinating when asleep, or due to concentrating on how enjoyable a good shit is , combined with thinking of others doing one that you might like to be witnessing!
BRYIAN, I noticed you recently asked whether it is legal for two men to occupy a public toilet.
I think it would not be as clear cut as that, as the reason for their being on there would be important.
If one is disabled and needed personal help, it would be accepted as quite all right for a friend or relation to assist, likewise a child is often accompanied by his father.
If two friends wanted to be in the cubicle together, it could be thought suspicious by those in authority, or by other toilet users who may assume sexual activity or drug taking was occurring.
In the City of Westminster in London, I have seen notices in cubicles saying under the local bye-laws, no more than one person was allowed to use the cubicle at one time, but as few people appreciate that there are many of us who want to be with some one when using the toilet, it would not be very wise to, without being sure no-one with suspicious minds is likely to wonder what's going on!
Perhaps , like with most things, the more furtive we appear about doing something, the more strange it seems, whereas if two guys just went in and one had his shit as the other one watched and listened and they both talked and commented on what he was doing, and neither sounded inhibited, probably no-one would even notice!
COLLEGEBOY, I just saw your post from a few weeks ago, where you and another guy really appreciated using those very comfortable toilet seats and the guy next door asked you who made them.
I'm interested in the fact that two of you were so enjoying sitting on them and what was especially good about them.
I can remember sitting on the ultimate toilet seat some years ago- a wooden one with a smaller than usual hole, and my own wooden one at home is really good to sit on, but the one at the public toilets I often use is great too in a different way- It's a blackplastic seat which is narrower than most and withn thinner plastic so that it tends to pinch my bum when I'm sitting on it so I'm very aware of what I;m sitting on! It's not uncomfortable,just more apparent to my sense of touch.
It's also quite high and that seems to increase sitting pleasure, and I've heard a quitea few young guys sitting on it dropping loud plops, so it's got some good asociations!
JACOB G, That bookshop sounds like it's got good potential; hopenext time you're able to hear that guy's plops as well if he works there and uses it most days! He certainly was taking a long time!
I'll try my local bookshop of the same name as it too has a toilet!
That's it for now, Happy toileting! P P G
Saturday, August 11, 2001
Greg K.
Hi everyone:
I just wanted to take this opportunity to tell
Gretel that she has the BEST and most vivid,
true-to-life stories on this website. They're
very enjoyable and she's and execellent, descriptive
writer.
Helen of Troy
It is not easy to keep from telling my frends about my wonderful new outside toilet. I used it again Wednesday, and this morning, and my poop, -this mornings was just huge and a lot of it due to grilled hamburgers and fresh vegetables last night, my poop just fell out so effortlessly. I think this is caused by the total relaxation while in the squatting position. I remember reading somewhere that to squat is the natural position for shitting and when mankind changed to seated position it brought trouble. Jimmy designed this so each cheek of my behind just barely rest on edge of a square timber- with a gap in it below the bumhole. So, I'm in same position as when squatting, but no stress from balancing and no strain on legs or knees. Just total relaxation, and enjoyment of how good it feels to have my feces (I mean poop) slip out effortlessly. A good friend came by this afternoon and we were talking girl talk. She said she has been having trouble with terrible constipatio! n. Used all kinds of laxatives and stool softeners and either cause the runs or don't work. Said, - I probably should go home now, and have another miserable session sitting on the toilet for an hour or 2. I said to her, I didn't want to get personal, but how did she feel, like she needed to go, or just thought she should? She answerd I feel like my poop is stuck in my lower bowel, i just feel all stopped up and like I need a good shit, but sit and sit on the toilet, and nothing comes out. - I said, come with me, I think I have something that can help you. We walked about 100 yards to the garden, its uphill and hot outside and she was sweating pretty good, and she was surprised to see the new tool shed. I opened the door and there were the garden tools, but then I moved them and lifted the floor up and there was the hole and the timbers. I told her to take off her pants and just sit her cheeks down on the timbers and relax. Which she at first looked surprised but did! without arguing. I told her I would close the door and go away for about 5 minutes and she said, no, stay here and keep me company, nobody is around here. So we continued the girl talk and maybe 2 more miutes passed and she stopped and said, "My gosh, I think I am going to blast off to the moon now." Her face relaxed and she shut her eyes and first I heard a loud fart and some slight crackling, and then I saw a very large log hanging from below her anus. It's head went down the hole and then a long streak of brown as the rest of it followed, and then 3 or 3 more big ones, then a good stream of pee. She opened her eyes and with a look of surprise yelled out, ALLL RIGHT, oh my gosh, wow that felt good and I feel so EMPTY!!. She took a chunk of tp from the roll and wiped and looked at the paper, it was barely streaked. I showed her how to use the hose and we left, and all the way back to the house she raved about what a wonderful bowel movement she had. I finally had to! tell her to keep it quiet, as we don't want people to know about this. I think I am going to have a problem- because she went home and then about 2 hours later she called on telephone and talked even more about how this was the first good poo she has taken in weeks and asked if she could use the tool shed again tomorrow if she cannot have a good movement at home. I told her okay if I am home, but call first. My gosh.
Rizzo
Hi to all of you!
Not much time to read up on posts, just some quick diagonal glances across the screen of this computer.
There are some new and lovely posters, I see. Welcome to all of you!
To Lawn Dogs Kid,
Ha ha, with the image you conveyed of me pulling a string attached to Kendal’s leg every time the windscreen needed a squirt, you must have got even with her calling you Showery Shorts! Showery Shorts indeed! Hmmm, that could be shortened to Sho-Sho, and that’s not far from XOXO, isn’t it !? I am happy to see that you are all back teasing each other and enjoying life. “The Kendal” is performing well, only needing a refill from time to time!
Love and hugs to Kendal too (congratulations for having been admitted to the WSPC!) from Rizzo driving around Southern Europe.
Yesterday I had an exquisite supper of charcoal grilled mackerel spiced with rosemary, baked pumpkin (butter nut) slices with olive oil and onions, and all that was followed by a pile of fresh figs from the tree! This was washed down with water from a spring and a half a bottle of dark red wine. Now has anyone eaten figs of the green kind which are sweet as honey? They are sooo delicious that it is difficult to stop stuffing oneself to oblivion. For some people who are not used to them, the effects on the digestive system can be disastrous. I know of a woman who literally shat herself home on a thousand mile drive, having to get out of the car every half hour or so to leave a puddle of liquid shit by the road side, and having reached a state of totally beyond caring if anyone saw her! This the result of her having gorged herself on fresh figs the day before. Well this morning I felt the well known pressure against my back door earlier than usual and with much greater urgen! cy. Uh oh! I thought, will this be the beginning of a similar ordeal? I rushed to the loo and sat down, no need to remove any pants as I wasn’t wearing any. I just needed to relax the sphincter which had been threatening to go on strike during the last few minutes. With one mighty sploshhhh a large amount of well lubricated and very soft light brown turd exited my bum at high speed to slam on to the porcelain ramp leading to the water at the front of the toilet bowl. It formed an oblong heap of shit as wide as the porcelain permitted, slowly sliding down to its rendezvous with the water. The skid marks this type of toilet bowl provides have to be seen to be believed: solid brown as if painted with a wide brush and without any “holidays”! Funnily enough my load was almost odourless. Possibly it was the green tea we had enjoyed yesterday afternoon. Greg K. had pointed this out and he seems to be right.
That’s it, no idea when I can post again, love to all form Rizzo.Donny
My girlfriend is often constipated and used to use laxatives. Some time ago I introduced her to a better way. I'd go into the bathroom with her and work some vaseline in her butt. I always felt the end of a large, hard poop in there. At first she thought it was gross but after a while I could tell she was enjoying it. I worked my finger in and out and that seemed to stimulate things. Then she would sit on the toilet while I massaged her lower back and her ???? at the same time. The whole process takes about 20 minutes. She was absolutely amazed how well this worked and produced large amounts of crap. When she was finished she started to pull toilet paper off the roll and I told her that I would wipe her also. So I wiped her using five small wads of tissue and two wet wipes. Then I applied some more vaseline to her overworked hole and dabbed off the excess. Whenever she gets constipated I go and help and she appreciated it.Ben
I had my first outdoor poop today. I was outtside and I felt a bad urge to crap. So I went to the bathroom but Ashley (the girl I really like) was in there taking a crap too. So I ran back outside and ran next to the part of our house where the nieghbors can't see and dropped my pants. Then a big wave of diarrha shot out.(It looked like color #11).
When I got done I got the hose and washed the poop away. Then when Ashley finished I went in to the bathroom and cleaned up.
To Yolita: I've had accidents because of stuck zippers too. It sucks.
To Cindy: Don't feel ashamed. It wasn't your fault that she wouldn't let you go. I would have told the principle.
ME
Sick Boy: The glycerin suppositories are over the counter at the drug store, yes, and are great to keep around to use right when it happens. Glad to hear that you are feeling better though man. 27 male here and you? Look forward to your posts, as always.Bay Guy
Stush: ALL men dribble. In fact if you don't pull the fly down and let that last little bit leak out you will have a nice wet spot in front of your jock. Ever see the old adage on the walls of a men's room that says, "Shake it more than three times and you're playing with it."? Women have a different shut off mechanism then men... women use the uretha tube muscles to close off and/or hold back the flow of urine while men use the prostate gland which is much stronger. The problen is there is always some left in the uretha tube in a man's penis and therefore men need to shake it to get that out so the don't dribble in their pants after the zip up. This is why men who have had a radical prostectomy often end up incontinent. They have to do Kiegel excercises (like those a pregnant woman has to do) to learn a whole new method of controlling the flow of urine and some men just aren't very successful at that either because the nerves going to the penis have been cut during the surger! y or the blood vessels have been sealed off. But the bottom line is that a man needs to have nothing restricting that "last squirt" and must be careful not to back away from the toilet or urinal before they do this. Unfortunately this is what happens most of the time and hence the old battle between the sexes over the toilet seat and where there urinals there is usually a small area of badly stained floor in front of them that's almost always wet with smelly pee. This, if not cleaned up several times a day, is what gives many men's rooms a bad odor. Hope this answers your question.
Stush: ALL men dribble. In fact if you don't pull the fly down and let that last little bit leak out you will have a nice wet spot in front of your jock. Ever see the old adage on the walls of a men's room that says, "Shake it more than three times and you're playing with it."? Women have a different shut off mechanism then men... women use the uretha tube muscles to close off and/or hold back the flow of urine while men use the prostate gland which is much stronger. The problen is there is always some left in the uretha tube in a man's penis and therefore men need to shake it to get that out so the don't dribble in their pants after the zip up. This is why men who have had a radical prostectomy often end up incontinent. They have to do Kiegel excercises (like those a pregnant woman has to do) to learn a whole new method of controlling the flow of urine and some men just aren't very successful at that either because the nerves going to the penis have been cut during the surger! y or the blood vessels have been sealed off. But the bottom line is that a man needs to have nothing restricting that "last squirt" and must be careful not to back away from the toilet or urinal before they do this. Unfortunately this is what happens most of the time and hence the old battle between the sexes over the toilet seat and where there urinals there is usually a small area of badly stained floor in front of them that's almost always wet with smelly pee. This, if not cleaned up several times a day, is what gives many men's rooms a bad odor. Hope this answers your question.
euro hiker
In my travels, I stayed at the small town of Salies de Béarn, between Biarritz and Pau in South-West France. In the village square is something that looks like a concrete bus shelter with an open front and a 'WC public' on one side. This is a single unisex 'à la Turque' (squat) toilette with a good sized gap under the door (about 3 inches). Unfortunately, it is in a rather exposed position so direct viewing under the door is not feasible.
Many French towns with a river have a 'WC public' by the bridge. Originally, these would have flushed into the river and perhaps some still do. In Salies de Béarn, the bridge tollettes were in a building like a small air-raid shelter with a colourful flower bed on the flat concrete roof. Inside were two unisex squat toilettes side by side, each with a 3 inch gap under the door.
I saw a woman of about 30 go in there and fortunately, she used the second one with a large port hole type window so it was well lit. When I heard her in full flow, I bend down to tie my boot lace and managed to peep under the door of the stall. It had to be a very quick peep because there was no door from the street so anyone passing by could have seen me. She was squatting down with her legs apart and her panties half way down her thighs. A fine view for the start of the holiday but I'll tell you about some better views in Part 2.
Dick
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