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Surfers frequent this spot every morning before hitting the waves. There's always a line, so etiquette doesn't allow for campers.

If you're on the left, forget modesty in front of a crowd. You'll have to stand to reach the toilet paper. Regulars have seen everyone else's penis, small, medium and large.

Blowing it up? No one cares.

I went to Sears today, which is a rare choice for me.

There’s a young Latino that works at this Sears named Edwin. He has olive skin, jet black hair, and a goatee.

He was wearing navy blue uniform pants today with a knit black sweater. His name tag hung from a university keychain around his neck that displayed ‘Edwin’.

He is about 5'8 and slender.

I saw him walking around the store. Curiously, he kept looking in the direction of the restrooms.

I saw him rub his tummy a few times and sigh. I knew this dude was going to shit and soon!

I took the far stall and waited less than ten minutes before the door opened with a creak.

The navy pants and brown dress shoes were immediately noticeable. Edwin couldn’t hold off anymore!

He sighed and took the stall by me. This restroom has three cubicles.

The seat was slammed down and Edwin turned. He undid his belt and pushed those navy pants down to his ankles with black Hanes.

His legs were that olive tone with slight hair.

As soon as he hit the seat he let out a liquid jet of shit with a booming shart. He really painted that bowl!

A fart rattled the bowl. Then bubble squirts!

He unrolled paper, but paused to drop a splat into the water.

Then he wiped a lot! That asshole must have been a mess!

He flushed, washed up, and left- leaving behind a lingering stench.

I jacked about ten minutes. Before I could finish though the door flew open.

Edwin sprinted into the stall this time and didn’t even latch the door! He shoved his pants down and hit the seat with the wettest explosion!

He leaned forward and latched the door. Sounds like peeing from his ass were heard.

This time I shot my load and left first.