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Announcement: It kills me to have to come to this final decision, but I’m going on hiatus starting today.

Now, let me start off by saying no one has insulted me nor my writing. That’s not the reason for this hiatus so you guys are not to blame. In fact, the feedback I’ve gotten from my writings have been so good that it’s made my heart burst with happiness!

I’ve been stressed out. It’s been no secret and I’ve mentioned it here before.

Since the beginning of this year, my mental state has been deteriorating. This has all been due to real life issues- my workplace is a stress in itself with all the changes that keep happening, my friends have been trying to get me to become more social so I’ve been participating in alot of outdoor activities, and I’m dealing with a lot of family issues right now.

But one of the major causes of my stress: I’ll be taking a trip abroad for personal reasons in April and combine that with all my other issues, it’s taking a toll on not only my mental but my physical health now (I’ve found myself having to take a lot of pain medicine lately which is NOT GOOD- I’m only in my 20’s for god’s sake!).

I can’t take it anymore. I can’t focus on writing because I can’t find the time to do so- I’m barely hanging by a thread here. I’m so behind in my Comfortable story and I haven’t written any other stories that I’ve wanted to do.

So I’m going on hiatus. I’ve been posting nonstop for the past 6 months- I’ve earned a little break, right?

It’ll be best for me to take some time to recharge and refresh myself for now. Most likely, I’ll return to writing when I come back from my trip- which is at the end of May. I might come back sooner though, it just depends on how I feel at that time.

And I’m also closing my askbox during my resting period. I love you all, but I truly do need some time away from here and not to be disturbed by anyone. If you urgently need to contact me, send me a private message but this is only for those with a tumblr account- you can’t send it anonymously. Otherwise, I will reopen the askbox again when I return from my trip.

This is the view I had of a guy I met in a hostel when we were both on holiday.  He invited me to feast my eyes on him as he sat for a satisfying shit on a toilet dropping pebbles!  This is how it happened.  We both enjoying a good breakfast at separate tables in the common room where we could help ourselves from the breakfast bar.  He was sitting with his back to me at the next table in front of mine.  He was about my age, and appeared to be tucking into his food, and was wearing tight light blue jeans which looked great on his well-muscled backside covering the seat of his chair.  We’d spoken briefly as we collected cereals and fruit to take to our seats.  He whispered to me - “I suppose we’re allowed to take as much as we want, are we?”  I replied  - “I think so,  This should keep us going all day!” He laughed and said “I’d really rather go just the once!”  I didn’t quite get what he meant, but then took my bowl back to my seat.  I decided to go and help myself to some cooked food too, so went and filled a plate with beans, egg, mushrooms, tomato etc. and took it back to my seat, pausing at his table.  “There’s loads more if you want some and it looks like we’re the last people eating!”  He smiled and said - “Cheers, I think I will!”  I sat down again and ate, watching him help himself, then sit down again.  I imagined all the food making protein for his muscles, and the fibre making its way through his digective tract, and thought how well his bottom covered the seat of his chair.  Perhaps later thoose tight jeans would be pulled down as he sat covering one of the toilet seats along the corridor!  Then the young guy from the kitchen entered the room to clear away the plates that others had left on their tables instead of taking them as instructed to the used plate area.  He was about our age and wore skinny black jeans, and red trainers.  He looked at me with an expression of exasperation.  I told him I’d be sure to place my plate in the right place.  He smiled, then the guy in the blue jeans, now eating toast and marmalade reassured him that he too would place his plate tidily.  “I hope it works out for you today!” said the kitchen guy, grinning at him.  “Yeah, thanks!” he laughed, while checking a map.  I was going to explore the local area today, and so was he, it seemed, but first I needed to go to the toilet.  “See you later!” I said as I passed him still at his table.  “Yeah, have a good one!” he repied. I liked his turn of phrase and again imagined him sitting on the toilet.  I made my way towards a room with MEN on it, entered, then heard footsteps immediately behind me.  It was the guy I’d just been talking too, and he was going to use the toilet!  I held the other door open for him, and he grinned.  “We’ve both got the same idea!” he said.  As we entered the small room we saw two urinals and two cubicles.  Until that point I didn’t exactly know which facility he wanted, but as I made some comment about it being a small room, he entered the cubicle on the left just as I took the one next to it.  We were both going to sit on toilets next to each other!  I pulled down my jeans and underpants as I listened to him doing the same, then both of us made slight clunking sounds as our bare bums hit the toilet seats simultaneously.  “Wow, it’s cold!” he said.  I said I quite liked that initial shock of cold plastic on my bare bum, knowing that within seconds I’d have warmed it up.  I noticed the gap under the partition was quite a large one.  Without even leaning forward on the toilet I could see his light blue jeans crumpled down at his feet.  “I sat on here about half an hour yesterday trying to go but couldn’t, so today should be the day!” he told me.  I was really enjoying his company, his comments, and anticipating hearing what he had to do.  “I suppose with all the food you’ve been eating, you’re going to really make use of the toilet!”  Had I really said that to someone I’d only just met?  Then a hand came under my side of the partition.  “My name’s Derek!” he said.  I shook his hand with mine.  “Hi, I’m Alan!”  This was getting better by the second!  “That guy in the kitchen we saw was sitting on your toilet yesterday when I was trying to do one.  I looked down and saw black jeans and red trainers under the partition.  I heard him do a loud grunt and a really big loud plop dropped out of him.  I said “Wow, that was a big one!”.  He said “What?  Oh yeah.  My usual.  How about you, can’t you go?”  I told him I couldn’t, so he said  - “Don’t worry, shit happens!”, then he wiped his bum and flushed.  He called out to me - “Mind how you go!” as he went out! 

It’s been so long since a new story !

So I went shopping at noon . It was a cold wet day. There’s some building work going on across from the shopping estate .

As I walked around I realised I needed a poo. It was gonna be sloppy so I made my way to the food superstore.

Once inside I made my way to the toilets which are near the front of the store. It was beginning to get busy as it was just after noon and people were shopping in there lunch breaks.

I made my way into the toilets . 2 cubicles and 3 urinals in a row with the sinks and entrance opposite . I made my way into the more central cubicle. Dropped my pants , wiped the seat and sat.

I farted a couple of times and dropped a couple of sloppy turds. A few people entered to pee.

Then he happend .

The door went with a bang. Someone entered the next cubicle in a rush. He was panting and slammed the cubicle door so hard it almost unlocked mine . He hit the latch and spun round dropping his pants and landing on the seat all in one swooping mood followed by what must of been one huge turtle heading turd. “ Splosh” it hit the water hard . “ Oh fuck ” he cried out as he fired out another 2 hard shits.

I noticed he was wearing boots and high vis overalls . He splashed another 2 huge turds. He sighed and wiped up and left his cubicle. I had to see him.

I left mine and started to wash up next to him. He was In his twenties . Lean and a tight ass. He farted while washing his hands saying “god I needed that” and left.

I remembered I haden’t flushed so flushed as I went passed and realised neither had he.

There in the bowl was 5 huge turds . With little paper . A nd a small turd and shit stain on the seat. He must have been in such a rush he shat on the seat.

I haven’t given you a shitting experience in story format for awhile, rather than pictures.

Both have their plus’s. In my opinion, writing about my public toilet encounters can be even hotter because its more detailed and engages our imagery recall. Plus I’m jacking it the whole time I’m rereading the experience.

So today at the mall I was in the far stall in the food court bathroom when the door opens. I glance under and a guy wearing flip flops with hairy ass legs is bypassing the urinals, heading straight for a stall.

He takes the one by mine and latches the door. The toilet seat is slammed down, and he seems to check it a few seconds before giving it a pass.

He turns as I hear a buckle being unfastened. He pushes white cargo shorts with a black belt down those hairy legs to his ankles, then pushes down black Fruit of the Loom briefs fast and seats himself.

The lightest fart wisps the bowl and he grunts. A few seconds later he grunts again, and then makes a pained kind of ‘ah’, hissing and a loud clunk falls into the water.

He breathes in relief and about three more turds drop in quick succession: plop-plop-plop…

He begins to wipe, so I of course hurried off the toilet so I could see him, as I do when I choose to write.

Guy comes out of his stall as I’m washing my hands. He’s wearing a baseball cap, and looks about 28 or so, black hair with a trim goatee. He’s slim and is wearing a black tank top.

“So how’s it going man?” he asks, taking the sink by mine and washing up.

“Good,” I tell him.

He goes to the hand dryer, and I get to see that ass clad in those cargo shorts! Nice muscled cheeks…

He had started working about a month after I had started work at the company and from the moment I had seen him, I was transfixed by this man. He was tall, athletic and elusively handsome. You could tell he was young by looking at his face, but his bald head with short peppery grey hair on the sides made him look older, wiser and sexier in a gorgeous daddy kind of way. He definitely had great sex appeal going for him, but what made it even sexier was that he was the type that didn’t realise just how sexy and attractive he was. He didn’t really make any eye contact with me and you could tell he was the type that kept to himself and minded his own business.

He had a defined face with a noble jaw and a pair of bluish grey eyes that were gentle, yet piercing and when he spoke he sounded like a confident brain surgeon and I could just imagine him in a white coat with a stethoscope around his neck. I would give anything to have him examine me.

You could tell he was intelligent, but he was not arrogant about it. He just kept to himself mostly, and when he did engage with someone, he spoke confidently and with a lot of knowledge. His tall stature was very attractive and he always dressed professionally – a suit pants that really accentuated his nice butt, a stylish belt and leather shoes and a tailored shirt. It seemed as if he did not always wear underwear because you could admire his two perfectly shaped butt cheeks as you walked behind him and his impressive bulge was also very visible from the front or side view. I fantasised about seeing him naked and couldn’t help thinking dirty thoughts about him every time I saw him.

He would come into the office early like I did, at 6H30am, get some coffee and by around 6H45 he would disappear for around 20 to 30 minutes. I decided to watch him the one day and noticed that he would go to the men’s bathroom and realised, ah so he was going for his morning dump.

The next morning, sure as clockwork, he came in at 6H30 and by 6H45 he got up and walked towards the men’s bathroom. I watched him and got up myself to walk towards the bathroom. I saw him walk in and could now walk quicker towards the bathroom. I wanted to give him time to get into the stall and not see me walking in as well.

I walked into the bathroom and was glad to see that of the four stalls available, only one was occupied and knew with certainty, that he had just occupied it. It was only the two of us in the bathroom and I liked it this way.

I took the stall next to him and closed it. Unfortunately, the stall partitions were walled from the ceiling to the floor, with the only gaps being between the stall doors and the floor. But they were quite thin too. It was fortunately quiet, with only the bathroom vents making the usual buzz. After closing the door behind me, I unbuttoned my pants and sat my ass down on my toilet. I leaned against the stall partition and pressed my ear up close and held my breathe to hear what I could hear.

It was rather quiet and I only faintly heard him shuffle his bum on the toilet. I held my breathe and listened hard. I heard the faint sound of a turd making its way to the entrance of his hole and he released a soft barely audible fart, followed by the familiar crackling sound of a large turd making its way out of his anus. It must have been a large long turd because you couldn’t hear it splash in the water, so it must have touched down gently. He released a sigh of relief and began releasing the next load… Two, three… four, five and a small 6th one followed by another sigh of relief….

I imagined how full his toilet must have been and so wished I could have seen the result or have watched him birth these generous turds from his manly anus.

My cock was hard and I imagined him sitting naked next to me, both of us with our pants down at our ankles, sitting like men on the toilet.

I didn’t need to release (at least not yet) and wished I could, so that I could return the favour of letting him hear me take a dump, but I wondered if he even cared about that, he didn’t seem like the type.

He continued to sit and so did I, stroking my cock as I relived in my mind what I had heard and imagined what it must have been like next door. I imagined him stroking his cock and releasing his load while he stroked, but it was quiet next door. After 10 minutes, he started to wipe. It seemed like 3 wipes and he was done. He stood up, I heard him buckle up his belt and he flushed the toilet. I waited for him to leave the bathroom completely and while there was no one else except me, I quickly abandoned my stall and slipped next door into the stall he had just been in while I had the chance.

I was impressed with what I saw. The whole bottom of the toilet was full of light brown skidmarks and there was a nice faint skidmark down the middle of the bowl where his massive turds must have glided across. I sat myself down on his toilet. The seat still delightfully warm from his ass and just looked between my legs at the skidmarks below me. I breathed in the manly scent of his shit. It was fortunately not over powering at all and the smell of a good healthy shit, you could tell he cared about what he ate and was definitely getting enough fibre in his diet.

“Do you usually shit with the door wide open?”

 “Yeah.  I love guys seeing me on the toilet.  A lot of guys really enjoy seeing other guys on the toilet but they’re afraid to admit it.  I like it, they like it, and I get a big kick when I drop a big loud one and they know exactly what I’m doing!”

“I might stick around for a while and keep you company then!”

JACK & TRAVIS

Jack and Travis became best buddies when they started playing Pee Wee League football in Stephenville, Texas, a small town of 22,000 people about 70 miles southwest of Fort Worth. Stephenville, a livestock and agriculture center, calls itself the "Cowboy Capital of the World." The two have been inseparable ever since.

In their spare time, they bought and fixed up old cars, selling them for a tidy profit. It turned into a lucrative side hustle.

Having grown up together, they did all the stuff boys did back then. They rode bikes everywhere, looking for, and sometimes finding, trouble. Occasionally, Jack sneaked a few beers from his dad's beer fridge in the garage. They worked out religiously. Both played football and baseball in high school. Sometimes they even competed for the same cheerleader. Now in their early thirties, both married and with good jobs, times were good.

Having been athletes all their lives, being naked in the locker room was routine. Jack's penis was bigger than Travis's, but not by much. Travis bragged about his "bull balls." "Real low-hangers," he always said. Jack's self-proclaimed "moneymaker" was his small, smooth, round bubble butt. He poked fun at Travis's beefy ass, calling it "bootylicious."

One of their favorite high-school pastimes was buddy-dumping, still continued today. At first, the practice was confined to adjoining stalls at school and big-box stores. Jack remembers the day he "upped the ante," as they say.

They were working on a 1979 Ford F-150 at Travis's house when he mentioned he needed to poop. "You mind if I watch, dude," Jack asked. "I wannna finally see what that big ass of yours is capable of."

"You know damn good and well I can blow up a toilet, Jack. We been shittin' side-by-side since we played varsity. But come on ahead, I'll show you. Get ready for the smell. This is gonna be a big one." He walked in the house. Jack followed, surprised that Travis was so nonchalant. Meanwhile, he realized his dick was engorging, an unexpected development.

"Take off your shorts. I want a good view."

"If you say so, dude. You gettin' kinky on me?"

"No, man, I just want the full show."

Travis removed his shorts and parked his big butt on the toilet seat, immediately letting loose a booming fart. "You like it so far?" he asked.

"Hell yeah, man, go for it."

Travis looked down as he concentrated in silence. He pushed, unleashing a torrent of mushy pieces of shit forcefully into the bowl. He surprised himself as the poop kept coming.

"Here comes the smell. Can you take it?"

"I've seen worse. Good one by the way. Even though I got a smaller butt, I like to think I can keep up with you, so let's see if I'm right or wrong. Stand up and show me your fuckin' load."

"I never knew you were into this, J. Tell ya the truth, I'm down with it. Here you go," he replied as he stood up and turned around.

And oh, what a sight it was.

"Damn, Travis, you ain't bullshittn' today. That's a huge fucking shit load. You better flush now before you wipe your ass. I wanna see that too. You into it?"

"Why not man, we've gone this far," Travis answered, flushing the toilet, but not before Jack snapped a pic on his phone.

"Whaddya gonna do with that, boy, jerk off to it?"

"I just might. Let's keep that between us, aight?"

"No doubt." With that, Travis twirled some paper from the roll, folded it, then dug in his long, deep, dirty ass crack.

"I knew you weren't a front-wiper, Travis. That woulda been disappointing."

"Here's some dirty paper if you want to see that, too," Travis volunteered.

"Kind of you to offer. I was worrying if this was too much for you."

"Hell no, man. We been buds for over 20 years. I thought I knew you inside out. I was wrong!"

Jack replied, "Thanks man for doing this. One thing. I done pooped today, but you think you might wanna see me lettin' loose sometime?"

"I never said it before, Jack, but you do have a pretty, little ass. I can see it happening. Just holler when you're ready. But know you got your work cut out for you if you gonna beat what I done today."

"I'll be sure and load up for you, Travis. Now let's get back to work on that old Ford."

JACK & TRAVIS

Jack and Travis became best buddies when they started playing Pee Wee League football in Stephenville, Texas, a small town of 22,000 people about 70 miles southwest of Fort Worth. Stephenville, a livestock and agriculture center, calls itself the "Cowboy Capital of the World." The two have been inseparable ever since.

In their spare time, they bought and fixed up old cars, selling them for a tidy profit. It turned into a lucrative side hustle.

Having grown up together, they did all the stuff boys did back then. They rode bikes everywhere, looking for, and sometimes finding, trouble. Occasionally, Jack sneaked a few beers from his dad's beer fridge in the garage. They worked out religiously. Both played football and baseball in high school. Sometimes they even competed for the same cheerleader. Now in their early thirties, both married and with good jobs, times were good.

Having been athletes all their lives, being naked in the locker room was routine. Jack's penis was bigger than Travis's, but not by much. Travis bragged about his "bull balls." "Real low-hangers," he always said. Jack's self-proclaimed "moneymaker" was his small, smooth, round bubble butt. He poked fun at Travis's beefy ass, calling it "bootylicious."

One of their favorite high-school pastimes was buddy-dumping, still continued today. At first, the practice was confined to adjoining stalls at school and big-box stores. Jack remembers the day he "upped the ante," as they say.

They were working on a 1979 Ford F-150 at Travis's house when he mentioned he needed to poop. "You mind if I watch, dude," Jack asked. "I wannna finally see what that big ass of yours is capable of."

"You know damn good and well I can blow up a toilet, Jack. We been shittin' side-by-side since we played varsity. But come on ahead, I'll show you. Get ready for the smell. This is gonna be a big one." He walked in the house. Jack followed, surprised that Travis was so nonchalant. Meanwhile, he realized his dick was engorging, an unexpected development.

"Take off your shorts. I want a good view."

"If you say so, dude. You gettin' kinky on me?"

"No, man, I just want the full show."

Travis removed his shorts and parked his big butt on the toilet seat, immediately letting loose a booming fart. "You like it so far?" he asked.

"Hell yeah, man, go for it."

Travis looked down as he concentrated in silence. He pushed, unleashing a torrent of mushy pieces of shit forcefully into the bowl. He surprised himself as the poop kept coming.

"Here comes the smell. Can you take it?"

"I've seen worse. Good one by the way. Even though I got a smaller butt, I like to think I can keep up with you, so let's see if I'm right or wrong. Stand up and show me your fuckin' load."

"I never knew you were into this, J. Tell ya the truth, I'm down with it. Here you go," he replied as he stood up and turned around.

And oh, what a sight it was.

"Damn, Travis, you ain't bullshittn' today. That's a huge fucking shit load. You better flush now before you wipe your ass. I wanna see that too. You into it?"

"Why not man, we've gone this far," Travis answered, flushing the toilet, but not before Jack snapped a pic on his phone.

"Whaddya gonna do with that, boy, jerk off to it?"

"I just might. Let's keep that between us, aight?"

"No doubt." With that, he twirled some paper from the roll, folded it, then dug in his long, deep, dirty ass crack.

"I knew you weren't a front-wiper, Travis. That woulda been disappointing."

"Here's some dirty paper if you want to see that, too," Travis volunteered.

"Kind of you to offer. I was worrying if this was too much for you."

"Hell no, man. We been buds for over 20 years. I thought I knew you inside out. I was wrong!"

Jack replied, "Thanks man for doing this. One thing. I done pooped today, but you think you might wanna see me lettin' loose sometime?"

"I never said it before, Jack, but you do have a pretty, little ass. I can see it happening. Just holler when you're ready. But know you got your work cut out for you if you gonna beat what I done today."

Nate and Steve were brothers, about 10 years apart. Nate was in his early 30s, muscular with brown hair and a tightly cropped beard. Steve was in his early 20s and was a senior in college. He had a smaller build with short brown hair.

Nate had picked Steve up from college to take a road trip to their parents' home about 6 hours away. Before hitting the highway, they stopped for some coffee and a greasy fast food breakfast.

After about an hour, both guys started feeling the need to poop, but didn't say anything. While Nate was a shameless shitter, he wanted to drive as far as possible before making a pit stop. Meanwhile, Steve was pretty poop-shy.

About 2 hours into the trip, Nate decided to stop to refill the tank and take a bathroom break at a small gas station. They filled up the car and then parked it before heading into the station to use the bathroom.

When they entered, they found a small restroom with only one stall and one urinal.

"You can go ahead and use the urinal, buddy," said Nate.

"I, um, actually need the stall," said Steve, turning red.

"Me, too," said Nate. "You can go first. I don't mind waiting."

"Are you sure?" asked Steve. "I can wait for you to finish."

"Yeah, dude," said Nate. "You okay? You seem nervous."

"I'm just not a big fan of using public bathrooms for this," said Steve shyly, entering the stall.

Nate waited in the small bathroom while Steve lowered his boxers and jeans to his knees and took a seat. He remained completely silent for the next 3 minutes.

Steve finally let out a tiny fart and a stream of urine. Another minute passed.

"Any you speed up the process, Steve? I've really gotta go and can't wait much longer," said Nate.

"Sorry," said Steve. "I'm just nervous."

"Just let it out, dude," said Nate. "I'm about to do the same thing."

Steve hesitated for a few seconds and then released a huge sloppy shit. His farts thundered throughout the restroom.

"That's more like it!" said Nate.

Steve started to wipe up. After several passes, he was finally clean. He flushed and exited the stall, heading for the sinks.

Nate, who had been shuffling uncomfortably for a few minutes, burst into the stall, pushed his blue boxer-briefs and jeans to his ankles, and unleashed a loud and smelly shit with a huge sigh of relief.

"Told you there was nothing to be embarrassed by," said Nate with a chuckle as he began unrolling toilet paper.

"Yeah, I guess so," said Steve, hanging out by the sinks.

Nate wiped for the next 5 minutes before finally inspecting a clean sheet of toilet paper.

Paul and Sean had only been dating for a few months when they decided to take a trip overseas together. They arrived in Thailand excited to get to know each other more intimately and make some memories together. They checked into their hotel and headed out. Paul and Sean were starving but it was already pretty late. The two guys hit up the local street vendors and made their way through 5 or 6 different dishes. They then went to a local bar to have a few drinks before heading back.

Paul woke up first in a cold sweat. He looked at the clock and saw it was only 4:30am. He let out a silent fart that smelled atrocious. He realized he would need the toilet soon. Paul was afraid to go in the hotel room. Although him and Sean had known each other for quite some time now, they had never had this type of situation arise.

He made his way to the bathroom and quietly shut the door. He flipped the switch for the fan but nothing turned on. “Fuck”, Paul mumbled under his breath. There was no sound buffer. He dropped his underwear down and took a seat. His ass erupted loudly with a slew of watery shit. His face turned bright red. Just then there was a knock on the door.

“Ummmmm I’m gonna be a few minutes babe”, Paul said.

“I can’t wait. I need to go right now”, Sean replied in a worried tone.

Paul stood up, quickly flushed and unlocked the door. Sean sprinted past him and ripped his underwear down before collapsing onto the bowl. A never ending explosion of shit filled the bow. Sean was so embarrassed he couldn’t even look up at Paul. A second even looser wave broke the silence of the room.

“I’m so sorry. That food must’ve really tore up my stomach”, Sean said to Paul, almost crying from embarrassment.

“Don’t worry. I’m having the same issue. Which speaking of that, we need to swap places”, Paul said while bouncing back and forth on each foot.

But this point both guys had their underwear completely off and were traded places back and forth to unload. This time while Paul was shaking in pain, Sean lightly massaged his stomach. Paul passed a few more watery waves before Sean sat again to do the same.

I went out with some of my mates to a club. After a couple of songs I needed to have a piss, so I left my friends and headed to the toilets. I walked into the gents and it was packed full of guys, some chatting by the sinks, some queuing to use the stalls, most were pissing at the long urinal trough. The room was full of guys my age messing about, pissing and chatting. I decided that I was going to use a stall, because I had a feeling that I would get ‘pee fright’ and not be able to piss with a bunch of other guys around me. I didn’t want to just stand there with my dick, not pissing and looking odd.

So I decided I would piss in the stalls. I started to queue up with the a couple of other guys waiting for the stall. The stalls were on the right to the urinals, and being in the queue allowed me to have a couple of quick glances at some of the cocks that were pissing. It was so hot to watch a bunch of hot guys laughing and joking, all the time with they cocks. 

After queuing for about 10 minutes I was next in line to use a stall. Then three huge guys with rugby builds came into the bathroom. Two of them quickly took gaps at the urinal trough, leaving no room for their other mate to piss with them. At roughly the same time one of the stall doors opened and a guy came out, so I moved to take the stall. As I walked inside, the rugby guy who hadn’t had the chance to piss with his mates grabbed my shoulder. Walking into the stall he said, ‘Don’t mind if I join you mate? I’m desperate for a piss, I can’t hold it’. Before I could say anything he pushed his way to the toilet. I must have looked a bit shunned as he turned around and laughed,’Don’t worry we are all boys here’. I laughed nervously back, moving to stand next to him near the toilet. I was no room to move in the stall standing next to each other our body squished together. He was a giant compared to be tall and muscular, he made me look tiny. Being crammed together didn’t bother him as he pulled down his fly with one hand and reached in with the other to pull out his cock. As soon as it was out, he started to piss straight away. I was wearing jeans with buttons instead of a fly, so I undid my belt and a couple of my jeans buttons, pulling down on the front of my red briefs, I pulled out my dick. I looked down at the toilet to try and piss. Looking down I saw his dick as he pissed. His dick was a good size in length, but his girth was huge! I was in awe of it! It was the thickest soft cock I had ever seen in my life. His dick was longer than mine, but his girth made my dick look like a little boy. We stood there with our dicks out, the man pissing and the boy too shunned and shy to piss. I tried my best to piss but I couldn’t. Still pissing he jokingly asked, ‘Are you going to piss or what?’ I laughed back lying that it must have been all the drink. 

Yesterday I got to see something hot at my local Home Depot.

I never try to get pics there because the partitions are really high and the toilets low.

I rarely go in there, but sometimes I get curious. The bathroom has three stalls and with the partitions high, you can see their ass easily if you bend even a little.

It kinda shocks me that many guys would use toilets so exposed, but the ones that do don’t care. That almost makes it sexier!

I was sitting in the third stall yesterday when the door opens. Someone was walking really fast- almost like a trot.

He stopped at my stall and looked in through the door. He was a young teen. Still petit and slim with blonde hair.

He was wearing black Nike’s and jeans with a black tee-shirt.

Then he pushed in the next stall’s door. He took a single step and hesitated before changing to the first one. That left the middle between us.

He lowered his jeans just enough to sit and let out the lightest wisp of a fart. He grunted audibly, but nothing was coming out.

Every thirty seconds or so he’d grunt, but only passed really weak, airy farts when he did manage to push something out.

Poor kid was constipated!

Then a few minutes later the door opens. A man says: “you still in here Christopher?”

He started walking.

“Yeah,” he says in a young punk voice. “I’m trying, but nothing’s coming out.”

“What did you eat?” the guy asked, forced to take the stall between us.

He slammed the seat down as the teen replied: “I don’t think anything that could have constipated me. You going too daddy?”

“Yep I gotta go,” he replied casually and pushed jeans down around flip flops with Hanes briefs.

The toilet creaked as he sat. Immediately he blasted off with a rattling fart and a loose drop.

Christopher strained hard and a tiny splash sounded in his bowl.

“Come on, push it out son.”

The kid strained like an animal and sighed as a heavy log clunked.

“Yeah that’s better!” he said with relief.

They both started wiping, so I did too.

I got a better look at the blonde teen at the sinks. His dad was wearing a black tank top. He must have been in his 30s. He had brown hair and a trimmed beard. His tank top was tucked in his jeans with a belt.

Coworkers bonding. By far one of the hottest things I've seen.

Purple-hair twink is coming out of the stall just as his muscular coworker comes in.

He asks him 'what's up?' and proceeds to occupy the stall he just vacated. He sighs audibly as he sits and says: "thanks for the warm seat bro!"

Coworker bonding part 2. About 40 minutes after the last ones, on the same toilet.