Proud To Be A Male Shitter

Ted and Adam

In the towering glass facade of downtown's premier corporate headquarters, Ted and Adam navigated the daily grind of spreadsheets, meetings, and relentless deadlines. Both in their mid-20s, they were the epitome of urban fitness—lean, muscled frames honed from gym sessions and weekend hikes, with sharp jawlines and easy smiles that turned heads in the elevator. Ted, with his tousled dark hair and piercing blue eyes, worked in finance; Adam, blond and green-eyed, handled marketing. They barely knew each other beyond polite nods in the hallways, but fate—or perhaps the rhythms of their bodies—had a way of drawing them together in the most unexpected place: the men's restroom on the 15th floor.

The bathroom was a utilitarian expanse, with six stalls lined up like soldiers, separated by wafer-thin dividers that did little to muffle sounds. The gaps at the bottom were high enough to glimpse shadows and shoes, and the open tops allowed echoes to bounce freely. It was a secret symphony for those in the know, a chorus of grunts, explosive farts, and resonant plops as stressed executives sought relief. And for some, like Ted and Adam, it was more: a clandestine spot for a quick wank, the tension of the job melting away in rhythmic strokes amid the anonymity.

Adam loved the morning ritual. Arriving at 8:45 sharp, he'd slip into a stall, drop his slacks, and let his body take over. The first push was always a rush, his firm ass cheeks parting as a thick log emerged, splashing into the water with a deep, satisfying plop. He'd hear others joining in,  a neighboring stall erupting in a barrage of wet farts, another with labored grunts building to a crescendo. It turned him on, the raw masculinity of it all, and often his hand would wander to his hardening cock, stroking slowly as he imagined the men around him doing the same. A shitting asshole, whether confidently crackling a behemoth, or a succession of torpedos ejaculating with brown authority to the roaring cavalry charge of a relentless flow, he took pride and joy in not just indulging the sounds but being part of making them happen.

Ted was similar. his morning and post-lunch dumps were not just legendary in his own mind, he was an exceptional shitter, because he had a unique colon that was bigger and longer than the average man’s colon, which meant his shits were destined for Olympic Gold medals, because his shits were beyond impressive. Apart from his inner circle of friends and his gastroenterologist knowing, he revelled in the quiet joy and pride of his big shits. The  afternoon slump was often banished by the release of a second massive load, coils piling up until the bowl groaned. He'd listen intently, his ears perking at the telltale signs: a soft moan from the next stall, the faint slap of skin on skin. Knowing he wasn't alone in this guilty pleasure made his own sessions hotter, his erection throbbing as he jerked off to the soundtrack of male vulnerability.

Over weeks, their paths crossed more frequently. Mornings for Adam occasionally overlapped with Ted’s; but afternoons saw them side by side. They'd choose adjacent stalls, the thin divider vibrating with each other's efforts. Ted would hear Adam’s deep breaths, the crackle of a turd emerging, followed by explosive plops that echoed like thunder. Adam, in turn, was fascinated by Ted's sighs and grunts, as he seemed to be shitting never ending logs. Adam grew hard hearing the distinct crackling sound of a massive poo gorging its way out and it seemed to last forever. Adam tried to time his own logs so that Ted would hear his ass crackling, but his seemed swift in comparison. Together, their pooing symphony of release, and the subtle, rhythmic sounds was a mutual indulgence. Neither spoke, but the awareness grew like a silent bond forged in shit and secrecy.

Adam had longed to comment on Ted’s big shits, but feared it would make things awkward if it all went south. Afterall, Ted was more senior in the company and what if it was all just an imagined fantasy on his side?

As the months went by though, they began bumping into each other grabbing a coffee, lunch, pissing next to each other at the urinals and of course it seemed their guts became more in sync as they serendipitously would find themselves arriving at the same time for their regular shits.

One Friday afternoon, a few months later, the bathroom emptied except for them. Adam finished first, his final plop echoing triumphantly. As they emerged simultaneously, stalls creaking open, Adam caught Ted's eye - a flush on his cheeks, his fitted shirt clinging to his toned chest. Heart pounding, Adam mustered the courage at the sinks. "Hey man, that sounded like an awesome shit. I bet that felt great."

Ted froze, he felt his cock twitch with excitement. "Aah thanks man, yeah, good shits make for better moods too." His voice was husky, eyes lingering on Adam's reflection in the mirror. Ted chuckled and sheepishly replied: “and a sense of achievement and pride too right? Or maybe it’s just me”. Ted noticed Adam had pressed his pelvis up against the basin, to tame his growing erection. Adam turned to Ted and gave him a warm smile: “That makes two of us, and gave him a wink. We should drink to that, you heading out too after this? Ask Ted.

Adam’s eyes lit up as he tried to contain himself and sound normal. Umh, yea.. I mean no, I don’t have plans, what are you thinking? Ted felt it too, he replied with, let’s do O’Malley’s down in 7th Ave, you know it?

Adam had been there once before, it was the perfect Bar that offered the perfect atmosphere for good chats.

Shall we leave here in 15? Asked Ted as they were both leaving the bathroom? Yeah, said Adam. Sounds good, meet you there.

At the dimly lit bar downtown, they claimed a corner booth, the din of patrons masking their conversation. Beers flowed, loosening tongues. "You know," Adam confessed, our daily shits together at the office has become the best part of my day at the office. Ted felt a warm buzz ignite inside of him, it was his favourite part of the day too and he had the suspicion it was mutual between them. Same bud,  replied Ted. Shitting is a big part of my life both literally and by the amount of pleasure it brings. Ted went on to explain to Adam his unique colon and how he was gifted in how much he could shit. Adam, feeling intrigued by Ted sharing this intimate part about him, smiled boldly at him, shared what he had always suspected. Hearing you shit amazes me man. He admitted how he had over time decided to time the length he would hear Ted’s asshole crackling out a turd and nerdly confessed that 3 minutes was the longest he had heard him shitting what sounded like one continuous log. Ted was flattered but also aroused by this confession. He sheepishly announced, its why I flush often, because I clog the toilet too often and don’t want to be “that guy” who fucks up the office shitters. Ted felt it safe to say, its why I love taking a shit out in the open where I really get to appreciate my shit in all it’s glory.

Where do you live that you get to enjoy shits in the outdoors? Asked Adam. Ted described the cabin he lived out in the North side of the city that was close to the main river where you had mountain countryside against the backdrop of the city, the perfect oasis for the modern man who loved the city but also being out in nature.  His modern cabin was tucked away on a piece of land, just shy of 12 acres. It was declared sacred land and was owned by his forefathers and passed down in the family. Wow, Adam exclaimed in amazement. Lucky you to own that land! Wow, so how does it feel and how often do you do it? Asked Adam.

Morning shits? Like now in summer, it will be most mornings on the weekends mostly, unless the weather doesn’t allow it or I am running late. Sometimes it’s a shit at sunset. Adam was intrigued. He had never really taken a shit in nature. He had experimented before taking a shit on the floor and in a bucket, but longed to shit out in nature. The closest he had come to shitting outdoors was in an outhouse longdrop. This news was surprising to Ted, as it felt like second nature to him. You’ve never experienced the joy of an outdoor shit? Asked Ted? Adam just shook his head.

It was getting late and Ted still had a drive home. There had been a silence between them, as Ted sat thinking, finishing his beer. You got plans tomorrow Ted asked? Nah said Adam, just want to chill after this week. How about you? Ted spoke with confidence as he decided he wanted to invite Adam to his cabin. So you serious about wanting to experience a shit out in nature? Fuck yes, said Adam. Come stay the night at my place. We can drink more beers and chill out and see if your gut allows you to take a shit with me tomorrow outside? I got spare toothbrushes, extra towels and you can shower at my place. Adam, feeling dumbfounded felt honoured and lustfully aroused. He couldn’t believe Ted was inviting him to his place. Was a yearning fantasy about to become reality? Sure he replied with sheepish confidence.

They were ok to drive to his place in convoy, Adam was bursting with anticipation and lust. When they arrived at Ted’s place, Adam was amazed. What an epic spot. It felt rural yet, the city lights were just behind them. The place felt rugged, but clean and safe. Scents of cedar, pine and crisp mountain air filled his nostrils. Ted gave him a quick tour of the place.  The place felt warm and oozed masculinity.

The exterior had rugged hand-hewn cedar logs, a sturdy stone chimney, and a deep covered porch perfect for evenings by the fire pit. Inside, the open great room centered on a massive stone fireplace, surrounded by deep leather armchairs, a wide suede sofa, exposed espresso beams, and warm hardwood floors under an earthy wool rug. The compact kitchen featured rustic white washed cabinets and butcher-block counters, while the bedroom offered a tufted leather bed layered with plaid blankets and crisp linens. It all felt strong, timeless, and quietly stylish—never showy, just inviting.

The open-plan bedroom flowed seamlessly into an expansive, doorless en suite where a crisp white assertive rugged trough-style toilet boldly drew focus. Its exceptionally large, deep bowl built to handle anything with ease, set low and wide so you could sit comfortably with legs spread wide like a king on his throne. Adam could picture Ted naked on the toilet, and the thought of it, sparked lust. Positioned just a couple of feet from a floor-to-ceiling window, it faced outward toward the lush forest view, letting morning light and treetops greet you mid-session. Nearby, a raw, hand-carved rock basin sat heavy and elemental on a dark timber vanity, while the generous walk-in shower—framed only by glass on two sides—opened directly to sliding barn doors that, in summer, could be thrown wide to blur the line between indoors and the whispering pines, turning every rinse into an invigorating communion with nature.

Adam boldly remarked, I bet you have enjoyed plenty of epic shits here? Haha, oh fuck yes, my best seat in the house. Ted boasted with such confidence. But I still love shitting out in the open, you know, as nature intended it. But yeah its not always possible and in the winter, It’s the only sweet spot to take a shit. Love my custom made shitter. Wow, that is impressive thought Adam.

Another beer? Said Ted clapping his hands as he shimmied to towards the kitchen? Uh yeah sure thought Adam. He would need a few more beers to give him an impressive booze poo for the morning outdoor shit and he wanted to be sure he would have a big and urgent load that would hopefully override his nerves and allow him to perform. He was a big shitter too, but had never had a chance to be this intimate, he didn’t want to be clammed up tomorrow, he needed more reinforcement.

After some chilled music, and the brimming confidence inspired by another 3 beers, the feeling felt right. Adam had gone to take a piss and had lowered his pants and underwear, leaving his beautiful ass exposed. Ted had walked into the room, noticed his cute butt invitingly staring at him. I love the way you take a piss. Adam felt his cock becoming aroused. Ted was watching him and began slowly undressing in the room until he was in his underwear as he spoke further. I would love to watch you sitting comfortably on my toilet you know said Ted. I can’t stop thinking of you on this epic throne and what epic shits you must have taken here Adam said. Ted gave a naughty wink as he approached Adam closer and closer while he still stood in front of the toilet. With one hand Ted put his hand hungrily to Adam’s ass. That’s one fine ass you have there mister. Adam quivered with vulnerability and lust. He almost lost his balance in the turn, but Ted caught him and allowed him to glide onto the toilet. Adam sighed with comfort. Wow this feels like the most comfortable shitter I have ever sat on. Ted nodded while still drawing in closer and said, see I knew you would love it.

The sexual energy now electric, ignited with lust as Ted pushed Adam so his back would relax against the wall. Ted put his right leg over to straddle Adam on the toilet and they kissed passionately, both now on the toilet. It felt raw and invigorating and Adam was rock hard, his cock between Ted’s legs while Ted’s cock was raging in his black underwear, bursting to be released. Adam was losing his clothes rapidly as Ted helped ravish them off. But his legs and feet remained constricted, by his pants still around his ankles, shoes still tightly on. Ted slid sleekly backwards and commanded Adam to remain sitting on the throne. He undid his shoe laces and with lustful intent, made a point to do it slowly, taking in the smell of his socks, then his feet and allowing the sensuality of it all to build the sexual tension even further. Ted’s cock was still raging in his underwear, but he would take care of that later. He removed Adam’s work chinos, but grasped Adam’s underwear, while throwing the pants far behind them. Sniff it! Said Adam, I want to watch you sniff the scent of my junk. To which Ted, closing his eyes, brought Ted’s underwear to his face, burying his nose in the hot sweet musky scent of Adam’s underwear. Fuck that’s hot and wild. Ted paused, his cock now raging and beginning to leak pre cum from the hot intensity of Adam’s feet, body and underwear. His cock bounced as it released from its holding. His beautiful and thick uncut cock begging to be sucked. Adam and Ted were both well endowed. Adam wanted Ted’s cock in his mouth and he signalled him closer. He was in the perfect position. He leaned forward and took Ted’s cock to his face. First smelling the rich manly aroma, not overpowering, just the right kind of scent that drove Adam wild. He caressed his cock slowly with his tongue before really going for it. Ted was ecstatic and so turned on by Adam’s talented cock sucking, he nearly came, but stopped himself abruptly. Not yet he said, I will shoot my load in your mouth if we didn’t stop. Don’t you want that? Fuck yes, but I want to delight you some more first. Let’s take this to the bedroom he said.

They shifted quickly from the toilet to the bed, both fully naked and hungry for sex. Adam devoured Ted’s ass while Ted was blowing Adam. They didn’t get round to any fucking, because both blew their loads in unison, both exploding in shuddering climaxes. It was the most profound connection either had known

Saturday dawned, but with it a cosy storm. The clouds had rolled in to bring gentle thunder and a steady rainfall.  Adam stirred, appreciating the cabin's charm: wooden beams, a cozy kitchen, and through the windows, endless greenery against the misty grey skies. Over coffee on the porch, the familiar urge hit them both—bellies rumbling, asses clenching.

"Remember what we talked about last night?" Ted grinned, eyes sparkling. "That fantasy... an intimate bush dump."

Adam's cock stirred again. "Here? Now?"

Well no, not right now. My shitter will have to do, replied Ted. But…I mean after last night – and wow!! Just by the way, winked Ted, I want to experience the ultimate with you. We’ve been shitting next to each other for how long now at the office? Adam smiled looking down, responding warmly: Months I know. Like we discovered yesterday evening, we both passionate about shitting and I love that you can admit that. I thought I was the only one so crazy to that way.

Nah man, it’s not crazy at all said Ted.

What might be crazy is that… Adam paused.

What? Asked Ted intrigued.

This may be too crazy because we only just got naked last night and… its maybe too early.

Ted extended his leg towards Adam, who was sitting towards his right. He gave Adam a intentional peek of his dick through his thin silky boxers that he knew Adam ‘s eyes were drawn to. Ted oozed sex appeal, lying back casually, with just his thin boxers on, cock now starting to bulge in the crotch area. His olive skin body was toned perfection.

Ted grabbed his own cock, cupping it with his right hand. He said:  I’m wanking way too much solo on the shitter these days and sex has felt so vanilla this past year. I want more kink and intensity. I’m bored fucking women and they don’t get my fantasy of a blumpkin or hot fuck on the shitter. I am finding myself way more into men and if I am being honest, I want to get dirty with you and last night drove me wild the way you ate my ass out and blew my cock and fuck… your cock was the best and hottest cock I have ever sucked. Fuck you even bigger than me and that drives me wild! And the best part is… Do you know what the fucking best is?

Adam was hanging on his words… I think I may know, but I want to hear it.

Ted exclaimed, that you love shitting as much as I do! Fuck that turns me on.

Adam was blown away by Ted’s confession. I feel the same bro. Shitting, wanking, fucking, and getting fucked are the ultimate.

There was a calming yet sexually charged silence. Ted downed his last bit of coffee and so did Adam. You feeling it yet? Ted asked. Yeah I can feel something brewing…

Adam followed Ted inside towards the bathroom.

Was Ted nervous? Or was it the mounting pressure of an impending shit and him trying to exercise sphincter control? Ted was doing the dance and had a grimace in his face. How urgent is yours he asked Adam? I’m still good. Said Adam

Aaah thank God, ok well I’m going first then, I really need to shit. As his words came out, so Ted dropped his sleeper shorts to reveal his beautiful naked arse towards Adam. He was swift and began making his way to the toilet.

Adam found it incredibly sexy that Ted’s perfectly toned bubble butt that oozed such sex appeal as he walked, was about to put on a show for him. Ted took proud ownership of the toilet, legs spread wide and confidently, his cock, already semi hard, hung forward naturally, the shaft thickening just enough to arc gently downward, while his balls dangled low and loose, swaying freely without clinging tight to his scrotum. It all positioned perfectly inside the rim of the classic open-front horseshoe seat.

His perched his feet onto the squat stool to raise his legs up. He definitely was a serious shitter who understood the benefit of simulating a squat for a better smoother release. His muscular smooth legs and thighs spread perfectly, was a sight of pure masculine sexiness. Now settled comfortably on the shitter, he reached down and lifted his cock upward with a casual grip, revealing his beautiful bubble butt nestled comfortably into the seat's contours—the rounded cheeks spreading just right in a perfect, inverted heart shape that cradled him securely. His asshole puckered invitingly in the ideal intended position, centered and relaxed, primed for a smooth release. What an epic view.

Ted’s asshole immediately began crowning widely, as an assertively large turd was already poking its way out. You ready said Ted? Fuck yes said Adam, his cock raging from the anticipation and thrill of what he was about to witness…

Here goes… Ted gently tipped his head back, eyes closed and let his asshole do the work. Ted’s anus was a true marvel and his shit - thick, smooth, and incredibly long, with a wonderful fibrous texture like a thick rope, its surface a rich mixture of similar shades of dark brown, veined subtly with earthy tones. It slid out with a soft rustling sound like silk against skin, followed by a gentle ppffffft as air escaped around it. As the end pinched off with a quiet finality, his uncircumcised cock—held upwards and to the side to give Adam an unobstructed view of his flexing asshole—gave a half salute, twitching upward in a subtle nod of release.

It coiled lazily into the toilet, no loud plops, but a soft shhhlup as it gently touched down, grazing the side of the bowl as it came to rest up against it. As he continued shitting,  loop after loop formed a perfect spiral, the length seeming endless as his body worked it free. A quiet moan escaped his lips, not dramatic but profoundly satisfying, a low "mmh" that vibrated through him like a wave of relief washing over his fit frame.

Adam stood transfixed in front of the toilet, transfixed on Ted’s asshole, his eyes wide with bedazzled arousal, the intimacy of the moment pulling him in like a magnet. He watched as the succession continued: another big, long one followed seamlessly, firm and unyielding, its smooth fibrous texture gleaming like coiled ropes in those deep brown hues, rustling out with that same subtle whisper, punctuated by sporadic ppfffffts that filled the air with a raw, earthy scent. As this one pinched off, Ted's cock nodded again, a half salute that sent a thrill through Adam's veins. Ted's colon gifted yet more, the pieces coiling in a mesmerizing, very long succession, each one thicker than the last, his body handling it with effortless confidence. Midway through, as another robust length eased out and pinched free—prompting yet another twitchy nod from his cock—a few drops of piss escaped the tip, dripping warmly against his inner thigh, the unexpected trickle adding to the raunchy allure without a hint of mess.

Adam felt a surge of amazement at the sheer scale, intrigued by the raunchiness unfolding before him—the lust in Ted's quiet sighs, the bold vulnerability of it all—his own pulse quickening, drawn deeper into the erotic haze of the scene. Ted let out another soft, mind-blowingly content groan, his relief palpable yet understated, as the final coil settled, leaving them both in a charged silence. In the aftermath, Adam's gaze lingered on Ted's anus, surprisingly clean and not as soiled as he would have imagined after that long anal workout—smooth, pinkish-brown, and only lightly kissed with residue, a testament to the effortless confidence of the act.

Adam understood now why Ted needed a custom made toilet. Even with its extended size and large landing area, it was full and no normal toilet would be able to handle this amount of shit without being completely clogged.

Fuuuck man! That was amazing! Adam stood up, his cock raging with an erection as he approached Ted closer. Ted took Adam’s cock in his right hand, gripping it confidently and giving it a stroke to reveal that his cock was wet from pre cum. Ted took Adam’s cock in his mouth and slowly sucked his cock while staring intently into Adam’s eyes. Adam felt waves of pleasure cascading in his body… Adam abruptly had to withdraw, announcing, I really have to shit now too…..

Please be my guest Ted gestured as he stood up, Ted proceeded to flush. The niagra fall flush surprisingly handled Ted’s massive poo pile with relative ease, leaving the toilet scarred with epic skidmarks. Adam took to Ted’s toilet, loving the warm seat and feeling a sense of ultimate honour. Ted said, now your turn.

Adam could feel the pressure in his asshole and as he positioned himself to give Ted a show, his asshole momentarily went shy. But it wasn’t long because the urge was stronger and so he relented and let his asshole do it’s job. A thick long turd made an urgent exit, sending a distinct plop of a heavy turd crash landing In the water below. Aarrgh!!! Fuck… that felt good, said Adam softly, feeling an overwhelming wave approaching….

Nice said Ted, that was an epic landing….

Oh fuck, shit its coming…. Exclaimed Adam, a bit worried that this would be a shit spatter.

It wasn’t fortunately but what did follow was a messy torrent of shit – loud, strong flowing and primal. Shame, disgust and lust danced together as Adam’s asshole gave a very different performance to Ted’s.

Ted was equally intrigued as Adam was, fascinated and honoured to be witnessing such intense intimacy. The look between them as their eyes met mid shit, gave Adam the assurance that Ted was loving this, and so, his cock growing stiffer, he let go of any shame and pushed with pride, his man hole gorging with confidence.

Finally it stopped and Adam seemed to have held his breathe the hold time, let out a sigh of pure relief… Fuck that was intense!

Adam noticed Ted with a very stiff boner, giving him the confidence that Ted enjoyed the show! Fuck yeah bro, that was epic!!!

The toilet was quite full of a mushy mess, but seemed like a giant had had an average shit simply because of the size of the toilet. A regular toilet would have been filled well above the water line, but this toilet had space for more than double the capacity.

Ted then did what Adam would never have expected. He said, I want to shit on your shit, let me hop on, I’v got round two already waiting.

My god, really? Said Adam surprised.

Oh yeah said Ted, I mean it when I said, I have a very large colon.

As they swapped seats again, Ted was back on the toilet and was going to shit his load onto Adam’s below.

Ted got himself comfortable, but this time just leaned forward as he waited for the next load to unleash.

Adam, not sure what to do next, let his lust lead the way and he went down on his knees in front of Ted. Ted’s cock was still hard and Adam wanted more than ever, to blow Ted while he was shitting.

Do you mind asked Adam….

Without Ted having much of a chance to answer, Adam took his cock into his mouth and began rhythmically sucking Ted’s beautiful uncut cock, while using his other hand to gently massage his foreskin up and down as he tantilised the tip of his cock.

Shame danced with desire as Ted, having never experienced this before, trusted Adam and let himself go too.

Adam could not believe how Ted’s asshole just kept giving and giving, crackle after crackle the turds kept coming. Ted was starting to relax more and lean into the sensation… as he approached orgasm, it was like his asshole shifted into 5 gear to ramp up for the climax.

Jets of warm cum erupted in Adam’s mouth as a now torrent of shit was exploding out of Ted’s asshole…. Ted jolting from pure ecstasy, his cock slipping out of Adam’s mouth, while he was still coming, as a stream of cum landed on Adam’s ear, shoulder and chest. Adam felt the warm cum trickle down his back as he attempted to continue swallowing the mouth full of cum in his mouth.

Spent and still quivering slightly from the aftermath. Ted regained himself again properly on the toilet. Another full load, this time their shit mixed in together in a heaped pile beneath.

Adam stood up, while Ted remained seated on the toilet. Ted widened his legs and sat back for them to admire the load below. This was the ultimate intimacy. No more needed to be said. Adam leaned down and slowly kissed Ted. Ted tasting the reminants of his own cum.

I want you now to cum inside of me said Ted.

Adam still close to Ted’s mouth as they were kissing, said, I don’t have more shit in my tank like you bro…

That’s not a problem, I meant, I want your cock inside my asshole please! I want to feel that monster inside of me.. and I want you to fuck me on the shitter.

They were both standing by this point, hands around each other’s asses. Ted turned Adam so his back faced the toilet so he could take his seat. Adam almost flung back onto the toilet. Ted taking assertive charge.