THE GYM

It was a quarter till nine in the morning and I was running late. Well, not really. I was just in a hurry to get to the health club. I'd volunteered to be an instructor in 'free weight training' a couple of months ago, and I'd found it was something I never regretted. This morning for example, I had an appointment with a new chick that had just joined a couple of days ago. Her name was Lisa, and from what I'd seen of her the other day is what put me in such a rush this morning. She was a knockout!!

I'd been down in the free weight room in the middle of instructing some high school kid in doing a proper bench press when she'd come in. I'd felt my groin stir the moment I laid eyes on her. She couldn't have looked more out of place as she strolled through the room, heading in my direction. The weight room was drab and undecorated, but she on the other hand, was decked out in business clothes and was far from looking drab! Her thick black hair lightly bounced with each step she took, and the smooth fluid movement to her walk was right off the fashion show walkway! I hadn't checked out her facial beauty until she had got right up to me, and once I did, I'd found it absolutely staggering! Everything about her spoke of high-class. Her walk, looks, attire, and demeanor. Everything! I found her rather intimidating despite my substantial size. We'd walked off to the far side of the room for privacy and had discussed the issue of me being able to fit her in for a lesson in free weights. Though it hadn't been necessary, I would have canceled all my other appointments just for the chance to be at her side again!

That was why I was in such a hurry now.

I got to the club and my appointment with a few minutes to spare, The gym was air-conditioned but only worked when it felt like it and today it did not feel like it and it was August and the outside temperature was around 90 degrees it, felt like 110 inside the weight room . I walked through the cardio room and made for the stairs leading down to the free weight room. The place was dead. There was only three people upstairs in the cardio room and none at all in the free weight room. That's usually the way it was until around noon time. That was part of the reason I liked working out here. You could get in, do your workout, and get out with no waiting around for equipment or stations.

It was five after nine when I heard the door upstairs open and close, indicating there was someone on their way down. My hopes were high and I wasn't disappointed when in walked Lisa. I nearly fell on my ass when she walked in and I saw the outfit she was wearing! Light blue sports bra, and short shorts to match. The stretchy cotton-like material molded to her so well, that it looked like she was wearing a second layer of skin you can make out a faint outline of a pair of tanga panties underneath the shorts . She looked sexy as hell!!

As she smiled her hello and made her way across the room, I couldn't find one reason why she wanted or even needed to workout. She was in outstanding shape! I'm guessing five foot five, and maybe a hundred and ten pounds. Her entire body looked as though it had been sculpted to precise dimensions!

"Morning." she said, as she came up to me.

"Morning." I said back, trying to tear my eyes off her bulging breasts I had to warn her of the packed up air conditioning & that it was like an oven in the gym , if she wanted to reschedule it would be okay .

No I will suffer the heat as I was so looking forward to getting started  she replied, looking down at herself. "Am I dressed okay for the job?"

Yes under normal circumstances but you are going to be dripping with sweat after a very short time in the humid conditions ,I said, and looked her up and down again.

She smiled knowingly and didn't say anything about my crude behavior. "Where should we start?"

"That depends." I said. "What is it you want to work on?"

"Everything!" she replied with humor.

"Well, we'll start out slow, and do a little at a time."

"Sounds good to me."

We went down to the weight room and due to the incredible heat it was empty , Oh it is very warm isn’t it she said gasping.

I first took her through a lesson in the squat press, and in doing so, I got my first look at what her ass looked like. Wow!! Holy shit did it look sweet!! It was so full and possessed such incredible shape, although faint you could see the faint outline of a pair of tanga style panties , that I made a point in showing her only the exercises that gave me the best shots of it after that! After the lesson in squatting, I showed her the calf machine. The machine was built so you could put the weight on your shoulders while standing up, and during my instructing I took the liberty of squatting down in back of her to point out the muscle she was using. Of course, the main reason for getting down there was so I'd have a good close look at her ass. Her glutes were nice and round, but not so much that they gave her ass a bubbled look. No, no! Just full and sweet to the eye!

It took only 5 minutes for her shorts and top to start to get damp with the heat , due to the nature and tightness of the cotton shorts they clung to her arse like Clingfilm, also the fact her panties were also damp made the stand out through he shorts , the faint line became a harsh outline and also the lace and gusset panel were clearly visible .

She was in the middle of her second set and I was still squatting behind her taking in the splendor of her ass, when she said, "John. You may want to stand up."

Thinking maybe she'd caught on to what I was doing, I replied nervously, "W-Why?"

She chuckled a little and said, "Well...Um....Because I have to pass gas."

I took a couple of seconds to think of a reply because I really DIDN'T want to move! Hell no!! Trying to sound nonchalant about it, I said, "Oh don't worry about it. Nobody else is down here to hear it. Us guys do it all the time."

She giggled pretty hard, then asked, "What, you mean you guys fart in each others faces?"

"That's not what I meant!" I exclaimed, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I know you didn't, but I couldn't resist." she said, giggling again. Then, once she got her giggles under control, she asked, "You're sure now. I mean, you ARE right in the line of fire."

"I'm sure already!" I said, looking straight at her ass. "I really don't mind!"

"Okay." she said in final warning, and then farted.

I swear it was the most precious sound I'd ever heard! Most likely it was because it was coming out of such a sweet looking ass as hers. Her fart rolled out in a long low tone, and escalated in pitch at its very end. What I did next was so spontaneous I was shocked when I realized what I was doing. I'd rushed in close and had taken a whiff of it! The end results however, were even more shocking! I absolutely loved the smell of it!! I was a bit unnerved when I backed off and gave some thought as to how much I'd enjoyed the odor of her fart. My cock was rock hard in my shorts, and I felt so aroused I was actually light headed!! Though it seemed perverted as hell, I was desperate to smell another.

"Still alive back there?" I heard her ask. Her tone was playful, almost teasing.

"Very much so!" I replied with feeling.

"Well that's good, because we just got started!" she again said in that playful tone.

I thought about those last words she'd said as we moved off to another exercise. I was hoping like hell she'd meant that she was just getting started at relieving her gas, though she was most likely referring to her workout instead. Oh well, It didn't hurt to dream. The next exercise I put her through was a 'bent over dumbbell row'. After showing her the proper form, I once again positioned myself right in back of her. She was supporting herself with her right knee and hand on one of the benches while she worked her left side. I'd sat down on the bench right in back of her so I could get another closeup of her beautiful ass. Her shorts had worked into her ass a little ways, and I could now see the crease lines were her ass met leg. God damn did her ass look good!!

"It's a good thing know-one else is down here." she said, continuing to do her row's.

"Why's that?" I asked her ass.

She giggled. "Because I have a serious case of gas this morning, that's why!"

I feigned a chuckle to try to keep the expectation out of my voice before I said, "There probably won't be anyone down here for another couple of hours, so go ahead and let them rip."

I heard her giggle in reply, and then she cut an even bigger fart then her first one had been. Again I rushed forward and sniffed at her foul gas, and AGAIN I loved it!! It had a deep dull quality to it, and was extremely abundant in aroma! Good Christ it smelt good!!

"Still there?" she asked.

"Yep!" I replied, from two inches away.

"Not too bad I hope?" she inquired playfully.

"Not at all!" I replied between sniffs.

I was so focused on smelling her ass, that it was some time later when I realized she was no longer doing her rows. Not knowing how long she'd been there motionless, I quickly backed away and looked over the top of her and right into her grinning reflection in the mirror. I was busted!! Instead of saying anything about having just caught me smelling her ass, she merely moved to the other side of the bench and began working her opposite side.

I was so scared over being caught that I thought it best if I kept my distance for a while. She may have grinned at me after catching me with my nose in her ass, but that wasn't as if she'd given me permission to continue doing it. No, it was best if I stayed away for awhile. She had looked into the mirror at me a couple of times during her next set, and I swear I could see a small smirk on her face. What did that mean?! Surely she hadn't found it arousing to see me smell her ass, did she?! Nahhh!

There was a faint look of enjoyment that remained on her face during her entire second set, and it stayed there even after we moved on to the next station. I got the feeling that she enjoyed the attention I'd been giving her, and had even liked it when I'd smelt her ass. I found this hard to believe coming from as high-class of woman as her, but that was the only thing I could think of that could explain her look of gratification.

"What next?" she asked.

"Um, how about we try the lower back station." I said nervously.

"Sounds good to me." she replied.

I could see the look of understanding on her face when I showed her the station and what she was to do. She looked rather excited in performing the exercise and quickly set to doing just that. After setting her feet into the supports and leaning forward against the lower body support, she began bending at the hips in deep slow reps. Once again I was right behind her taking in the exquisite site of her ass as she performed the movement. It was an ideal exercise for me to put her through, because it left her ass perfectly motionless when doing it. I wasn't about to pass up anymore opportunities again, so I ran my nose in close to her ass and sniffed at her ass during her entire set. I'd been a little disappointed when all I could get from her was a meager amount of odor, but it didn't stop me from continuing with my sniffing.

After her first set was done, she removed herself from the machine and with that knowing smirk on her face, she said, "Wow! I really like doing those!"

I nodded my head, and said, "Me too." Meaning I liked it when SHE did them!

From the look she flashed me, I think she understood my meaning as well. Her small smirk grew to a small smile before she turned around and got back into position for her second set. Just as soon as she started her first rep, my nose was up close to her ass, flaring as I inhaled her scent.

On her third or forth rep she stopped moving and stayed in the bent over position, then exclaimed in a tone of mock exasperation, "Good grief! I have to fart AGAIN! I'm really sorry to have to put you through this John. You really don't mind, do you?"

Leaving my nose extremely close to her ass, I replied with a little too much enthusiasm, "Hell no! Please do!"

There was a short giggle that escaped her and was followed by her release of gas. It was a really good one! Really long and drawn out, like she was releasing it as slow as possible. I inhaled, sniffed, and snorted just as much of it as I could!! I found the act of smelling her ass as she farted so personal, and so erotic, that I was positive it was better then sex itself!! Never in my twenty five years had I been more turned-on then right now!!

She remained motionless even after her fart had passed, and in my lust in smelling her ass, it was a few minutes later before I realized it. Taking one last needed whiff of her ass, I backed away. As soon as I'd stood upright, she started doing her exercise again. I was sure this was no coincidence, and that she had in fact waited until I'd been done smelling her ass before starting back up. That only meant that she knew and even desired me smelling her foul stench. Yes!!

Getting done with that exercise, I moved her on to a rear deltoid movement that I knew would give me excellent access to her ass for more of my sniffing pleasure. I directed her to lay flat out on her stomach on the bench with her legs draped over the sides. I handed her a couple of two and half pound weights and instructed her in how to perform the movement. After a couple of reps to make sure she was doing them right, I moved in back of her and sat down on the bench right behind her. Having her legs draped over the sides of the bench gave me an excellent shot of her crotch and ass. My eyes immediately zoomed in on the narrow strip of wet material that was centered over her cunt! Good Lord! She must have been as horny as I was!

"Jeez!" she exclaimed playfully.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm starting to think it's all you're fault!" she said teasingly.

"What is?" I asked puzzled.

"All this gas I seem to have!" she said. "I never have this much!"

Seeing as this was going to be played as some sort of game, I replied jokingly, "Well, I do like to think I bring the best out in women."

She laughed and cried out, "I guess you do!"

I chuckled a little myself, and asked, "Have some more do ya?"

"As a matter of fact, I do!" she replied in a playful tone. "I hope it's a big one too! It will serve you right for bringing them out of me!"

I laughed despite myself. I found this little game extremely fun and erotic as hell to play, so I continued to play along by saying, "Hey, I'm in pretty damn good shape! Go ahead, just try and knock me down!"

She giggled, and said threateningly, "Oh I will! Hope you're bracing yourself!"

Taking my cue, I got my nose in as close as possible to her crack and waited in excited anticipation for her to fart. My wont was MORE then fulfilled when she finally let it rip. It was huge! It was so loud that it actually echoed throughout the room! Despite the fact that she'd forced it out, it was still pretty damn long in duration! I was hit by a massive amount of putrid gas as she expelled her fart with exertion, and I found the odor positively mind-blowing! It pierced and fed my every sexual need!! There was nothing else I would have desired more!

"Still standing?" she asked in a strained voice.

"Still here!" I declared, keeping my nose a fraction of on inch away from her ass, greedily smelling up the gas emanating from it. "You're going to have to do better then that!"

Staying were she was, not doing her exercise at all now, she said playfully, "Well, in order to hit you harder then that, I'd have to remove my shorts!"

I found the idea incredibly desirable, but said, "It's not that I don't want to see you without your shorts, but if anyone should happen to come down, they might get the wrong impression."

"Yeah, you're right." she giggled. "I'll have to think of a different tactic."

"Just let me know when you come up with one." I said with humor. "I want to make sure I'm ready for it."

"Oh I will! Don't worry!"

As she did her next and last set of reverse flies, I racked my brain for another exercise to put her through, making sure it was one that would enable me to smell her ass some more. I found one! After she completed her set, I directed her to the seated row machine. I knew it was going to be her second 'back' exercise, and not wanting her to get too sore, I put the pin in the first slot. It would be like lifting nothing at all. The machine was built so you sat down, straddling a small padded seat, and pressed your chest up against a support while doing the exercise. Making sure she was seated so most of her ass was hanging off the back of the pad, I then quickly took her through the movement. The machine was situated sideways to the mirror on the wall, and I told her in order to make sure she was doing the exercise properly, she should watch her reflection in the mirror. She nodded, grinned knowingly, and began her first set.

I'd told her to look in the mirror for the simple fact that she'd be able to watch me smell her ass. Without looking in the mirror myself, I got in back of her and squatted down. This put her adorable ass level with my face. Knowing she was watching me in the mirror, I put my nose back up to her crack and started sniffing. She'd put a nice deep arch in her back, which in turn made her ass shoot straight back, making it so I had easy access to her sphincter's location. I took whiff after whiff of the subtle odor coming from her butt, and eventually got down to my knees so I could pull my erect cock out to stroke while I did so. I heard a small moan escape her, and knew she must have been watching and thoroughly enjoying what she saw.

"I think I've figured out a new and better tactic to try." she said teasingly, after a few minutes had passed in silence.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Well, you'll probably think it's too vulgar. Maybe I should just think of something else instead."

"Don't be silly!" I said, playing along. "It takes an awful lot to gross me out. Let's hear it."

"You're sure now?! I don't want to offend you anymore then I already have!"

"Just tell me already!" I exclaimed playfully.

"Okay. Well...um...I think if you put your nose right up against my butt, I might stand a better chance at knocking you over."

"Hmm." I said, acting as though I was giving it some serious thought. "You're probably right. And after all, it IS my fault you have gas so bad. I suppose I have it coming, so I guess I should let you try."

"Good!" she said happily. "You better go ahead and get ready! I feel one building right now!"

Pressing my nose into the valley of her ass, I picked up my pace at jerking myself off. I was immensely excited about having my nose in her ass for the arrival of her next fart!! Not waiting, I went ahead and started sniffing like a hound hard on a scent.

"Brace yourself!" she grunted.

The fart she released was impossibly huge! The feel, sound, and smell of it as it blasted from her ass was so stimulating that I started cumming almost immediately! Stream after stream of cum hit the floor and machine in front of me, as I hungrily inhaled her enormous, odor packed fart!! It was a good two minutes later when she must have decided she'd had enough of my nose in her ass.

Standing and turning around to face me while I remained down on my knees, she smiled in satisfaction over the considerable mess I'd just made, and said, "Thanks for the lesson Sweety. Should we schedule another one for tomorrow?"

I chuckled, and replied with passion, "God, I'd love that!"

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Forward

Inside a Cave

Tom and Mary were an adventurous couple; they loved going on adventures, whether it be climbing mountains, hiking through jungles or across desserts, taking a long cruise across the sea or crawling through labyrinths of underground caves. As they were both quite well off, they indulged themselves quite often and such adventures had brought them very close together, although not quite close enough for Tom to tell Mary his deepest secret.


Tom was not a particularly handsome man; at least he saw himself as an average Joe, particular when compared his his gorgeous wife. Mary was tall, plump with voluptuousness, whether it be her large breasts or the wonderful curves of her hips, or her soft, strong thighs and tight behind. She had a face to match her sumptuous body, with her glistening emerald gaze, innocent smile and of course, the long dark hair that fell passed her shoulders. Tom didn't want to lose a woman like her; he knew he could never get better and so for the time being, he kept his secret to himself.


Tom and Mary were out camping and as such, their main meal would have to be beans. This often led to a lot of farting from the both of them, something Mary couldn't put up with in a single tent so they slept separately. All night long Tom would lie awake, listening to Mary breaking wind with wild abandon and he liked it. He often masturbated just listening to it, wondering what it smelled like up close. He wished she'd fart like that when they were at home in bed together, but that was rare and the only other time she'd do it was when they were awake and he'd have to feign disgust rather than pleasure at her fragrant arse smells.


On that particular night, Mary didn't do much farting at all, so all that gas was pent up inside of her the following day, although she didn't feel anything until they'd arrived at their destination, a series of caves with several tight spaced passages that meant they'd have to go single file, crawling their way through. Mary foolishly decided that she'd go first, not realising yet that she'd soon need to release her gas, not also realising that Tom secretly wished she would fart, now that his face was so close to her large behind.


The tunnel went on for a while, when Mary felt a stirring in her bowels. “Oh crap,” she muttered to herself as the gas built up. She did her best to hold it in, stopping abruptly to clench her cheeks. Tom didn't notice that she'd stopped and carried on, eventually his face slapping against her butt. Before Tom could apologise, a short, loud “POOT” exploded from Mary's anus, right onto his face. Tom reeled back in shock, while Mary blushed with embarrassment.


“Oh god I'm so sorry Tom!” she cried. “I couldn't hold it in.”


Tom didn't know what to say; his wife had just farted on his face! He took a little whiff, only to grimace with displeasure at the dirty, sulphuric stink that he was encased in. At the same time his dick got erect and he found himself sniffing again. “It's okay,” he assured her nervously. “It actually doesn't smell too bad.”


“You are joking right?” Mary replied. “I can smell it from here and it stinks!”


“I've smelt a lot worse,” Tom lied, hoping to encourage her to do it again.


Mary furrowed her brow and was silent. She was a little taken back by her husband's response; if she'd farted on other person's face, they surely wouldn't be saying stuff like that. It was though he was complimenting her farts. She shook her head, thinking nothing of it and was about to continue when that feeling returned to her bowels again. It was so strong, so uncontrollable and she didn't think she'd be able to hold it in. “Tom,” she called.


“What is it love?” Tom replied, still discreetly inhaling the leftover gas. “Are we moving on now?”
“I think we need to get out of here.”


“What's wrong?”


“I have to fart again.”


Tom's jaw dropped and he moved in close to his wife's behind but without touching it; he tried to think of something he could say to make her feel comfortable. “Well surely we must be nearly there by now,” he said. “I don't mind you farting if you really can't hold it in, just make sure you hurry up and get moving.”


Mary was shocked once again; she didn't know whether to be freaked out or flattered by his words; in the end she went with the latter. “Well you did say it didn't bother you, but I'll do my best to keep it in if I can.”


“Okay, ready to carry on now?”


The gas in Mary's arse was really built up now; she had to release it. BBBBRRRRPPPP!!!! POOT! “Yeah,” she sighed, quickly moving on. “You okay back there?”


“Fine,” Tom called. He was more than fine; he was bursting with adrenaline as he sniffed up those bean smelling farts. He couldn't believe Mary had just done that to him, farted so boisterously up his nose like that. With any luck, he thought to himself, there'd be plenty more to come.


They carried on in the tunnel for another twenty minutes, with Mary occasionally letting rip a trump every now and then. Each time she apologised deeply to Tom, but he never seemed to care, always telling her that it smelled all right really. Mary actually found the whole situation discreetly funny and as time wore on, she farted more out of enjoyment than necessity. She'd thought that Tom was just lying about the smell to make her feel less embarrassed and that she was teaching him a lesson in honesty by farting constantly to see how far he'd take it. But still the smell didn't seem to bother him. He only groaned once, when she ripped a ten second fart that blorted like a fog horn and probably blew back his hair. Even then it was more out of surprise than anything else. In fact, Mary was certain there was a tone of pleasure in his groans, but that was stupid. No man got turned on by farts, did they?


“Are we almost there?” Tom asked at one point, desperate to get out of the cave and 'use the bathroom.'


“Why, is it too much back there?” Mary sneered a little.


“No, it's just that we've been hear for ages that's all. I'm starting to think your taking the long route so you can fart on me for longer.”


“I thought it didn't bother you,” Mary pointed out.


“It doesn't,” Tom replied. “I was just,” Prrrpphh! “Ohh.”

Mary chuckled to herself; she'd just released a soft, purring fart, one of those warm ones that have a strong, egg scent to them. She was about to make her snarky retort when at last she heard what Tom was doing behind her; sniffing her farty air.


“Are you sniffing my farts?”


Tom immediately stopped sniffing, his eyes opened wide in fear. “What are you talking about?” he feigned ignorance.

“Don't deny it!” Mary replied. “I just heard you! You were smelling my fart!”


“I don't know what you are talking about,” Tom lied unconvincingly.


“Oh my god!” Mary exclaimed, trying not to laugh. “You like my farts, don't you?”


“I don't-”


“Don't you?”


Tom was silent; he took a deep breath and told the truth. “Yes.”

Diane NY

Diane NY
Hello everybody. Well I have a nice story to tell ya. Yesterday (its 1:32 am ET) Tina was sitting at the coffee table when she let out a symphony of farts. I stare at her wide-eyed and I asked her If she’ll take care of that. She got up clutching the back of her ass and running to the bathroom in the living room. Good luck I yelled because it was a long walk there. So I go in the living room and I see her pull her jeans down and seat herself on the bowl. She lets loose with these farts that shake the foundation of my house. Then I her ugh then plop, then another ugh plop. Then I hear lots and lots of diarrhea. She asks me to come so I did. I looked in the bowl and there were 3 shits about 14 inches or so and lots of diarrhea. She wipes her ass and the powerful flush devoured it without a problem. Then we move to the sofa in the living room and start talking about clouds (she comes up with very interesting topics of discussion.) So after she finishes talking I g! et on my sports bra and I go running that night. I depart my house and I run full speed without stopping until I come up to this deserted parking lot. By now I had to have a good shit and piss. So I go off to these overgrown weeds and I slid my shorts down and farted loudly. I just love taking shits outdoors. It feels so right. I release this stream of pee and immediately this large turd make its way out of my ass and lands on the heavily pee soaked ground below it. I pushed again and I made a similar creation. I just grab a bunch off weeds and clean off my ass. Then I ran of full speed again lapping this huge parking lot 5 times before returning home.

On Saturday I saw a real strange incident I happened to stumble on. I spot this boy and girl walking and taking a detour into a parking lot. Then the girl who was wearing a High School jacket, tight jeans, and pink boots started to undue them slowly. She slid them down to her things and squatted in full view of me. My car was perfectly hidden. Then the guy looks around and pulls his jeans down and squats as well. The girl first let out a long and loud stream of piss then so did that guy. He farted and let out a huuuge shit. The girls face turns red as I see she is staring to shit as well. She let out a shit that was even bigger than the guys. I can see her take a deep sigh of relief. The guy gives her a napkin and she wipes herself and he does the same. They both leave the parking hand in hand. Guess they were a close couple to do something like that. I guess this was an example of being in the right place at the right time. Today is my birthday. Wonder ho! w I’ll celebrate?

I’ll talk later.

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Punk Rock Girl
Hi there!

I was in my friend's office bathroom the other day. It's very corporate (I forgive him) and the bathrooms are all art deco and slick. I had to take a dump, so I went into the ladies room entered a stall and sat on the toilet. Everything in there was gray, black or silver. Every time I moved the automatic flusher thing flushed, and this caused a tornado of water to swirl underneath me, splashing my ass. No matter how still I tried to stay, the thing kept flushing. By the time I went to wipe my ass, my buns were drenched. The only time the thing didn't flush was when I got up (by then, of course, all the crap had been sucked down). I went to the paper towl dispenser, holding my pants up to my thighs and dried off my ass. Had I been in my own office, or in my apartment, it would have been a somewhat pleasant experience--the cold water on my bare ass actually felt pretty nice. But I didn't want to be seen in a friend's office with my ass exposed. Luckily no one ca! me in.

I'm afraid that is my most compelling "trip to the shitter" story right now. More soon, I'm sure.

Happy thoughts to everyone. :-)

PRG

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skater guy
movie fan- what movies did oprah and meg ryan do pee or poop
seens i want to know so i can watch them thanks

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Andre
Movie Fan:
I remember seeing Pearl harber when the U.S was about to attack the Japanese when they sited some ships in about 140 yards I dthink the man said they sounded the alarm and I saw this man running out the toilet fixing his pants.
And I also remember seeing a music video by Mariah Carey called lover boy and there a scene in it you could see a over woman sitting in the toilet.
There was another video by Nelly " If you wanna go and take a ride wit me"where you see an overweight guy taking a dump too.
There was another disney channel original movie Air borne when some kids get the toilet paper he was gonna use to wipe his ass and wet. then you see him waling funny and scracthing his ass. That scene got me cracking up.

You guys still did not not answer some of my questions. here there are.
If someone eats the same thing will there farts smell the same. Because that happened to me and my dad once. Can you you get diareah if you eat too much greace and again my dad every time he eats some thing really greacy he seems to get diareah. That sometimes happen to me. And the last question is can you get diareah if you go to a different country. Because people say that U.S water is diferent than other countries water.

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Yet another movie fan
I saw the very beginning of a movie today that featured a quick bathroom scene. I had never heard of this movie, called "A Map of the World." It starred Sigorney Weaver. She plays a housewife who gets sick of her family or something (I didn't watch much past the scene I'm about to describe). Anyway, the movie begins with Sigorney walking around the house doing typical housewife chores. At one point, she has a stack of towels, and goes to put them in the bathroom. She opens the door and we see a teenage girl, probably 13-15, sitting on the toilet. It's a brief glimpse, and I couldn't be sure but it looked like she was holding a book or a magazine or something, indicating she was pooping. She screams and Sigorney hurriedly shuts the door, and we hear the girl shout "I hate you mom!" Really funny scene and unusual too. You don't usually think of a mother walking in her daughter being terribly embarrassing, but then again, teenagers can take things very hard. To the o! ther movie fans: What movies showed Sandra Bullock and Kate Winslet on the toilet? I gots ta know. They are two of my favorites.

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Andre
JJ
I sometimes do that to other males. To see if they wipe good enough and to see if they had any wet farts.

CC
I saw that movie too.

Carmilta reat story. Loved it !! Keep the stories coming my little ltino flower.

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last night i fart so bad i had to open the window

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Bryian
Sunday night i was watching tv and i happened to watch part of King of the Hill and there was a part where hank and his buddies drove to Mexico to get some beer and the come home and they all had to go to the bathroom...throwing up and having diahreah i think. You could even hear them grunt a bit. Then he dared his wife to drink a can of beer that was bad(he didn't know) it and she had diahreaha and you could hear her grunt.
Then yesterday i worked and and i had an urge to poop all day i came home and i held it more then i had to go out and i went to the store and then finally i decided to go poop. I had a bunch of hard logs..wiped maybe 3x and i didn't flush
Today i was at work and i got an urge to poop early on and i went to poop on break and it was nice and solid like yesterdays dump but this time it was longer and a bit softer and i wiped 10x and i flushed.

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JM From Binghamton NY
I have a question for the Girls in here.

Sometime my fiance say she going to the bathroom because she has to pee. Then she come out 15 min later and i ask her "what took so long?" She say "well after i sat down on the toilet i felt a turd moving so i let it come out. I ask her did you know you had to take a dump before you sat down on the toilet and she say no, she said she realize it after she sat down.

Now girls does this happen to you?

P.S. any of you girls from Binghamton NY Or New York itself. if so let me know. thanks bye

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shy guy
I am one of those people who never poop in front of anyone. Last week I was out on a date the girl stayed over night. By the next morning I really needed to go bad, but she was at my apt. I was freaking, I was avoiding being close for fear she would smell it. I couldnt hold in all my farts, and was letting little silant ones out all morning. I could tell I had a pretty big turd in there waiting to come out, cause it was takin alot to hold it in. When she said she needed to get home I was so relieved. I ran into the bathroom, and took the best shit I ever had. It was solid and like about 8 inches long. I was wondering if she left to go home and do the same thing?

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Movie Fan

The movies in which the stars I listed had pee or poop scenes (in this case, I think they're all pee scenes) were:

Meg Ryan -- DOA (she pees in an alley while superglued to Dennis Quaid)
Sandra Bullock -- When the party's over (uses bathroom to pee at party)
Kate Winslet - Holy smoke (pees outdoors)
Jodie Foster - Panic Room (uses toilet in her house)
Julia Roberts -- The Mexican (goes in a public restroom)
Linda Blair -- The Exorcist (pees on the living room floor while in a nightgown)
Oprah Winfrey -- The Beloved (pees a whole bunch outdoors)
Christina Applegate and Cameron Diaz -- (use men's room in Sweetest Thing)

Someone mentioned Car Wash. This is actually a poop scene, and the actress is Melanie Mayron, who was one of the stars of the TV show 30something. We can presume it's a poop scene because she is shown reading a magazine while she goes, and right after she comes out a little boy goes in and complains about the smell. That's a great scene which I had forgotten about.

Someone else mentioned Something Wild with Melanie Griffith. Although this is often classed as a pee scene, from the way she wipes her butt (from the back), I actually think it may be a poop scene, one of the very few involving a big female star. The Teri Hatcher scene in "Since You've been Gone" is also presumed to be a poop scene, since she is reading while on the toilet -- but no wiping or anything is shown.

There are three more I thought of. Demi Moore is shown on the toilet reading in "Indecent Proposal" -- probably a poop scene, though it's quick and you don't really see anything. Nicole Kidman takes a piss in her bathroom in "Eyes Wide Shut". And what might be the earliest example of a major female star doing a pee or poop scene -- Jane Fonda urinates in a bathroom while talking to George Segal in "Fun with Dick and Jane".

Any other examples of famous actresses doing pee or poop scenes?

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Wiz
Movie Fan.... can you tell us the movies that the actresses were in showing bathroom scenes?

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Kate Winslet pees in Holy Smoke. I've only seen the censored version where the camera cuts from top to bottom, you don't actually see the act itself. She's full-frontal nude in the scene, though, and there's supposed to be a version where the camera doesn't jump as it pans down her peeing.

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Vince
Robb: You asked for the movie where Sandra Bullock went to pee. There may be more, but the one I know of is called When The Party's Over. Hope that helps...

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SF
I agree movie fan, Cameron Diaz's latest movie toilet scene was not the greatest. I was fantasizing while I was watching about how nice it would be do watch Cameron Diaz actually take a shit. What other celebrities would people like to watch? I'd say Diaz, Rene Russo, Michelle Pfeiffer, Selma Hayek, Elizabeth Hurley.

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Mickey
Sara T. : Now you have me curious....what family members and friends are you comfortable peeing in front of? Any good storys that accompany this ? Just interested to see if you will take this further....how about another desperate pee story from you with someone watching? Mick

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hey Movie Fan....

It will be great if u could give the name of the movie along with the respective actress that did that act.

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Ben In Iowa
Baseball has started and I got a story for you. I put on a diaper before I left on my bike to go watch my brother play. When I got there I went into the middle of three stall and sat down. I started peeing the diaper first of all. It felt good with the warm feeling filling my crotch. I then took the diaper off and threw it next to the toilet. Then I started to push out a big load of poop. I wiped and I had left three big pieces of poop. I left the diaper there and left without flushing. Also I saw a pretty blond go to pee while I was watchin my brother.

More Later.

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Poopie Butt
Just wanted you all to know that there is a bathroom scene in
"Panic Room" with Jodie Foster. She wakes up in the middle of the night, hung over from drinking too much wine sits on the toilet and pee's. Great audio on this one.

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Elouise
Hi, everybody!! I had a wonderful trip to the mall yesterday. I had a cup of coffee and a soda to be sure I would have to use the ladies room. I held my pee till I was full but not to the limit and went into the toilet. A blonde woman in her 20's came in right behind me and ran to a stall. She closed the door fast and did not lock it the door opened right back up and I saw her squatting there letting a gusher flow out of her. She was making a lot of noise, the sound of the pee hitting the water and her moans of delight as she pissed. when she was through she wiped once and left. I then went into a stall and lited up my dress.. squatted over the bowl and parted my lips as I let out what felt like a gallon or two. I wiped and left the stall and went to wash my hands. Another well dressed older woman came out of a stall and stood next to me, as I was about to leave I said to her "doesn't it feel good to take a wicked piss?" She looked shocked and I just walked away.

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Richard / USA
Hiya!

I planned to post only the pee story I promised Ina this time and respond to people in my next post, but I just have to make one exception for the beautiful
DAMSEL: Your story to me about your pee in Steve & Louise's shower was a corker! I loved it!! What especially got me cranked was the second half where you said "I am standing upright now with my hands on my hips and my wee is still forcefully squirting out of me"
Wow. The picture in my mind's eye of you standing majestically with your hands on your hips and squirting a hissing yellow jet of pee from between your legs is the stuff of legends!! Were I a wealthy landowner designing a formal garden and looking for a statue fountain as it's crowning glory, this would be it: A tall, shapely young woman watering everything below from between her lovely legs. Thank you, darling, for the image... no offense to your gorgeous sister, but you have your own very distinct style of describing yourself whilst peeing!

The story: The following happened during a very cool experience in the late 1970s: My wife and I and another couple, our closest friends (whom I’ll call F. and S.), spent a gorgeous summer afternoon picnicking at an idyllic stream-side spot in the New Hampshire forest…naked. This was a fairly secluded area, though accessible by car, and was popular with young folks interested in spending some time outdoors au natural, and we were up for it.

We arrived on a beautiful late Saturday morning and found the spot deserted (the unwritten etiquette was: if others are already there, go find another spot unless specifically invited in), so we parked our car alongside the clearing and got out of our clothes and spent the next few hours skinny-dipping, sunbathing, eating, etc. We even took pictures, and still have them :)

About 1/2 hour before we would get dressed and head out, I noticed 2 fisherman heading to the stream about 30 feet downstream from where we were, and though it turned out I was the only one among us who saw them, they quite obviously saw us and must have been chuckling to themselves about these whacko young nakeds cavorting about.. I shortly thereafter noticed them eyeing my wife and F. from their streamside location while pretty much ignoring their fishing lines <grin>… no prob, I thought, let them eat their hearts out.

As we began to gather our stuff, my wife and F. decided they both had to pee and (in front of me & S., let alone the gawking fishermen), they positioned themselves totally naked facing each other alongside our car on top of a flat rocky area and spread their legs to piss: F. placed her feet about 36 inches apart and formed a sort of A, standing facing the two guys by the stream; My wife also placed her feet wide apart but bent her knees somewhat which moved her ass out and down a bit, which must have given the fishermen a superb view of her nether regions, and which also was a good idea since, when she started peeing, it shot forward from her pussy but her body angle aimed it toward the ground instead of at F.’s feet. I stood transfixed by this spectacle, unwilling to bum the girls out by pointing out their audience down at the stream bank. F.’s piss fell directly downward from her pussy and splattered gently on the rock surface while my wife’s forceful yellow strea! m hit the hard surface with a vengeance, spattering back up on both her legs and F.’s but they apparently figured they’d rinse off in the stream before getting dressed, which they did. S. and I just watched in awe- I’ve always suspected he may have an appreciation for this sort of thing (based on comments he’d made at various times when he had occasion to witness my wife urinating- like I said, we are all lifelong friends and we hide little from each other, or used to.. as we’ve gotten older, we’ve gotten a bit more private, unfortunately), but I’ve never brought the subject up and neither has he. And I’ve never told my wife that she had 2 men (besides S. and me) watching her relieve herself that day- no point in it, she’d just get upset and pissed at me for not telling her. I bet those guys had a whopper of a tale to tell to their buddies the next time they got together to drink beer and swap lies about the size of the trout they landed :-)

Hi to everybody!

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poodude
Hey everyone, I am a lurker to this great site, and I think the stories here totally rock. There is nothing better than relieving yourself, everywhere and everytime. I have seen the clip of "Boomerang" at Tropfest and it looks good, if only I could see the whole thing, that would make my day. Does anyone know where you can see the whole movie?
I was wondering if everyone here would be willing to post their ages and maybe location as well, because some people (including myself) don't know that kind of information or can't find it from the old posts. Thanks a lot in advance.
I took a nice relaxing poo earlier, and it just felt so good sliding out of my ass. Pooing is so much more fun than just peeing. Does anyone else feel the same way?

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Alison
Hi,
I'm new to this site, well at least in terms of writing anyway! I've been reading the messages here for some time, but never really plucked up the courage to join in as it were. Let me introduce myself. I'm from the UK, I'm female, 24 with shoulder length brown hair. I was bought up in quite a strict family where going to the toilet was very much a private thing. Its only recently, well in the last couple of years, that I've been able to be more open with my boyfriend who likes to see me on the toilet, and I enjoy him watching.

At first I was really shy and would never dream of anyone else seeing me on the loo. However, having seen this site, Ive found that I'm not the only one who actually enjoys going for a wee. At work, I'd really like to be able to wee with some friends of mine, and also see them on the toilet. is that too weird? I hope not. Id like to hear from anyone who has any ideas about how I could approach this issue. For now I settle for going to the toilet with some of the ladies at work and listening in from the next stall whilst they wee. I'd give anything to actually see them sitting on the toilet with their skirts up having a wee and it would really turn me on to have some people watching me go.

Alison.x

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JaLe
Since I found this place about two weeks ago I have spent 1-2 hours every evening reading these great pooping / pissing stories and I thought that it is my turn to tell one of mine toilet experiences. But first, something about me: I am 40 year old married female (2 kids). I am especially interested in public toilets. I was about 13-14 when I noticed that thing. I have not found any reasonable explanation for my interest. I just simply love to use public toilets and hear others peeing and pooping and ? of course - let them hear my noises too. When I was younger I pooped in school almost every day and now I do it in my job and also in public places like in restaurants, library, swimming-baths etc.

And now the story. This happened last summer. Me, my hubby, my friend Marianne and her hubby were on holiday tour. (We all had vacation at the same time). We spent 5 days on the road, we just drove around country looking at sights and beautiful nature. We spent the nights at campsites or hotels. First evening we ended up at peaceful campsite. We took a cottage and unpacked our things. Then we walked around and looked places. There was rowing-boats for rent and right after our men saw the boats they picked up their fishing rods, took one boat and went to lake. I felt a slight urge to pee and poo and I said to Marianne that I must pop in ladies room. ?Oh, you will get company of me, if you don?t mind? I have to empty my bladder!?, she said and I was delighted. We have known each others over ten years and we haven?t never before been in same toilet at the same time. And now it will finally happen! Marianne was nice person, 4 years younger than me, blonde hair and average me! asurements. We headed for building where the toilet was. Toilets in campsites are usually very stinky and dirty, but this was a pleasant surprise. Toilet was clean and fresh, it must been clean up just recently. There were 4 stalls, all vacant. My friend chose nearest one and I went to adjacent stall. Marianne must have big hurry to pee, she locked the door, opened the toilet lid and pulled down her shorts very quickly. I heard her butt touching the pan and pee started purling instantly. And I was just pulling down my shorts and panties! When I squatted down a hissing fart let out without no warning. Just a 2-3 seconds later Marianne let out almost identical fart while she was still peeing. We both sneered. ?Was it you or was it echo of my fart??, I said and we giggled. Marianne was finishing her pee, last drips tinkled into bowl when I started to pee. We talked all the time we were in toilet (except when we laughed to our farts). After Marianne was peed I noticed a strainin! g nuance in her voice. My friend was going to poop too, I deduced. Actually I didn?t hear any groans, she mixed her exertions so cleverly in talk. But I didn?t. After peeing I felt promising movement inside my bowels and I pushed with audible groan. My butt hole opened and head of log poked out of my ass. It was soft and quite thin. I pushed again and 2-3 inches came out very easily. I relaxed for a moment. Log slid out inch or two more of itself and then it broke off and hit the water with loud splash. At the latest now Marianne must know what I was doing. Maybe this encouraged her to straining without covering her groans because right after this she started exerting audible: ?MMMH? AHHH?UNNNGHH?. We stopped talking and concentrated pooping. I made a sluggish push and three small lumps plopped into bowl one after another. ?Oh my God! Wait for me, you lead 4-0!?, Marianne yelled. ?Oh, is this some kind of pooping competition or are you just counting my plops?? I answered and! we both laughed at least a minute. Finally we calmed down and Marianne strained hard. I heard a long, muffled fart continuing with crackling sound. After 10-15 seconds a mighty splash reached whole toilet followed by faint plop. Short silence and she resumed pushing one more time: OOO, NNNHH?PLOP?PLOP! Then she sighed. I heard rustle of toilet paper, Marianne was finished. It was my turn now. I felt that barely half of my job was done and I started grunting. ?Oh, you didn?t finish yet?? Marianne asked. ?Nooooo? not yet? I answered and soon after this one brown sausage plumped into water. Marianne grunted a couple of times but nothing happened and she began to wipe. She flushed and went to wash her hands. My friend stayed there and we talked during my final spurt. It took some 3-4 minutes, I squeezed out two about 6-7 inches long, medium soft logs and one smaller one. I was really relieved when I came out to wash my hands.
Two days after this we had another nice pooping session, but it is another story. Maybe I will tell it to you later, if you like.

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somekindofchick
to infantry pfc: usually i am a 4 on your scale. when at home i have to shut the door turn on the fan and warn people to stay out of the bathroom. the other day my roomate ashley did this really bad poop. i walked in the room and could smell the nastiness waifing from the bathroom. ashley was sitting on her bed and looked like she had been there for a while. it was definatly a 5 on the scale. I was wondering what died in the bathroom. what made it even worse was that i had to poop and had to force myself to hold it untill the smell went away. man she poops like that and then decides that the bathroom doesn't need one of those glade plugins scented oil air fresheners in it. she must have no sense of smell.
speaking of smell one of my professors literaly didn't have any since of smell. That must have been nice when someone stunk up the bathroom, but i imagine it had its disadvantages as well.

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Punk Rock Girl
OH...MY...GOD!!! How on Earth did they get a picture of ME?

The girl in the picture today looks like me, with slightly longer hair. Plus, I have a tattoo that runs all the way down to my forearm. Wow! Anyone who's ever wondered what I look like, this is it (of course, by the time they post this it will be a different picture--I'm talking about the pic of the girl smiling as she's pulling off some TP, wearing black underwear and thigh highs. A fave of mine!)

To TRAVELING GUY: Hi. The bucket crapper outhouse I took a shit in had no doors or anything. Once you walked in, the "toilets" were in plain view until you walked out. Not only did I have to shit in front of those two guys, they were sitting on the toilets on either side, so I had to sit on the one between them. I practically popped my eyeballs out pushing so hard to finish quickly! Like I said, I wiped once without even checking the paper. Later when I took a shower, I discovered I had needed far more than one wipe!

Sorry about the rant a few days ago. When something hits me like that I go off! Well, speaking of shitting, that's exactly what I've got to do right now, so I'm off to the crapper--with doors!

Take care everyone!

PRG

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Desperate
This is my first post, although I've visited this sight many times. Since I love driving long distances, I've had many close calls where I nearly wet my pants because I wasn't near a restrooom. One of these incidents happened about a couple of summers ago when my brother and I were traveling from Indiana to Kentucky to visit friends. We had stopped at a fast food place for something to eat and, since it was a hot day, we both drank about three glasses of coke. After we finished eating, we decided to stop in the men's room to try to empty our bladders because we didn't know when we'd get another chance. When we walked in, all the urinals and stalls were being used and there were already a couple of guys standing in line. We were anxious to get back on the road and since neither of us really had to go anyway, we decided not to wait. We figured we'd stop at the next restroom along the way My brother was driving and after we had gone several miles, I started feeling the ne! ed for a pee but it wasn't that strong. It wasn't long, however, before I was starting to get uncomfortable and by the time we had gone several more miles, I was really getting desperate!! I kept wriggling around in the seat when Mike (my brother) asked me what was wrong. I grabbed at my willie and told him, "I have to go to the bathroom!!!" He said we were bound to come to a restroom prettty soon and for me to just "hang on". We were traveling along a highway in the middle of nowhere and there were no buildings for miles. Finally, I couldn't wait another minute and I told Mike to pull over on the side of the road and stop. When he asked me why, I said, "I gotta piss RIGHT NOW!!!" I had the car door open before he came to a complete stop and as soon as I was out of the car, I knew I wouldn't be able to move another step without pissing my pants. I stood there next to the car, squeezing my willie as hard as I could with one hand and fumbling with my fly with the other. ! Somehow, I managed to get my zipper down but my next problem was getting my willie out so I could pee!!! I knew if I let go of it, I'd completely piss my pants!! So, there I was standing there with my fly wide open, all doubled up and with my legs crossed, squeezing my willie so hard it hurt.
Mike asked me what the hell I was doing and I told him, "I have to pee so bad, I can't even get my willie out!!" I finally managed to yank it out and pissed a gusher that would have put Niagara Falls to shame!! Anybody else have an experience like that or am I alone?

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Ian
When I was about 10 my brother graduated from highschool in Nashville Tennessee. My parents drug me along with them to a little dinner honoring the graduates. "Look at it this way," my dad said before we left, "you'll get a taste of what it's like to be a highschooler."
For dinner we had some extra soupy spaghetti and meatballs. Apparently they don't strain their noodles in highschool, I thought to myself. Still, I was pretty hungry so I had two plate fulls. After dinner, the headmaster started talking about the wonderful year that they had had, blah blah blah. The spaghetti started doing summersaults in my bowels, and I accidentally let out a little squeak of a fart during a split second pause in the orators speach. The folks sitting in front of us turned around. Somebody laughed. My dad glared at me, mouthing the words 'go to the bathroom.'
And so I left and wandered the halls looking for the bathroom. I was used to a very small elementary school, and quickly became lost in the maze of different halls and corridors. I walked past row after row of doors, none of them labled, all the while losing the fight against the spaghetti. Finally I found the bathroom, and not a moment to soon, a barely got my pants down when I splattered glorious shat all about, nearly filling the toilet bowl. The foul spaghetti had left me, looking much the same as it did when I ate it. I sighed.
Then, to my horror, I realized that there was no toilet paper. I frantically checked every stall in the four stall bathroom, then the paper towel holders. Nothing! Curses! I peeked my head out the door, wondering if I should leave and search for something with which to wipe my ass. I began to hop into the hall, pants around my ankles and shat coveing my bottom. Before I got ten feet though, I heard female voices down the hall. I rushed back into the bathroom, to embarrassed to even ask someone to help me.
So, in a desparate last ditch effort I took off my whity tidys and wiped my ass as best I could, but alas, it was not enough. I through my shat covered undies in the trash and turned my attention to the walls of the stall. But even then I couldn't get down to the nitty gritty. In a shameful vile act of ass wiping, I finished the job on the handicapped bars. When I was finished, the bathroom looked as if it had been the scene of some gruesome occultic animal sacrifice, with streaks and splatters of brown and red everywhere. I timidly left the bathroom, hoping nobody had scene me leave, and rejoined my parents, where I told my dad that I never wanted to go to highschool.

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wetguy
Roberta-I read your post and thought I'd put my responses down here. So here they are:

First of all i am 16 years old amd male

Have you ever had to go so bad that you almost peed your pants?---yes, several times, especially when stuck in traffic

Have you ever peed your pants?---yes i have, a few times

Have you ever had to go so bad that you almost pooped your pants?---yes

Have you ever pooped your pants?---no, only skidmarks once when it was really bad

When you have to go real bad which is harder to hold, pee or poop?---definitely pee, i start to leak piss into mp pants long before i would start to shit them.

Have you ever seen anyone else desperate to pee?---yes (who hasn't?)

Have you ever seen anyone else desperate to poop?---couldnt tell, but maybe

Have you ever seen anyone else have a pee accident?---yes, but unfortunately not very recently

Have you ever seen anyone else have a poop accident?---no (not too interested either)

-wetguy

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Todd & Diana
Hey Friends on the toilet,
It has been a long time since we poested last. We missed everyone like crazy. But is great to be back though.

Sarah S, Meghan, Annie and Robby- Hey, the twins are just fine. Diana isn't going to have the babies until August. But we can hardly wait. We missed you guys soooooooo much, we love you lots. Hope you still read on the loo. Meghan did you ever try it like I suggested? Well get back to us when ever you can, Lots of Lovexxxxxx, Todd and Diana!

Well for the story,
Todd and I went over to my freind Amber's house yesterday. We were walking up the driveway when he told me that he needed to use the bathroom like there was no tomorrow. We got inside Amber's house and he asked her if he could use the bathroom and she said go ahead and make yourself at home. Todd also asked for a magazine and Amber said that she had some in the bathroom by the toilet. So I (Todd) went in her bathroom pulled down my pants and sat on the loo. She has one of the oak toilet seats, really really comfortable.I looked to my left and grabbed a magazine and started to read. After about 20 minutes I walked out of the bathroom and there is Amber waiting to get in. She said to me, can you come in and talk to me while I take a huge dump. I jumped on the oppurtunity. She walks over to the loo pulls her capri pants down and sits on the loo. She said that the seat was warm. She looks to her left and grabbs a magazine, she said to me, I can read and talk at the same time! . I really didn't talk to her much, I just let her do her thing. She was reading when she started to a lot of farting and then that was followed by some peeing. Then she started to do some grunting. After about 15 minutes she looked in the toilet and told me to come over. I saw this huge, massive dump. Man did it stink in that bathroom she opened the window and sprayed wizard cinnamon spray and then we walk out of the bathroom. Well that is it for now and tell us what you think, Lots of Lovexxxxxx, Todd and Diana!

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Nate in AZ
Been about a year since I've posted, but have been reading daily and keeping current on all you poopers! Wanted to respond to two of you:

SIT DOWN GUY: Yeah, I've been doing that for over 30 years; can't figure why more guys don't since it's so much more relaxing and sanitary, but maybe it's a macho thing (I'm anything but that!). My women friends appreciate it too.
ANDRE: Having hair on your butt is normal; all guys have it and whether you want it or not is up to you; I used to shave it off around my anus for cleanliness but now I just jump in the shower after a bm and clean off that way. My movements are pretty solid these days so don't require much cleaning. As for your question about screaming when constipated, I do it all the time; since I live alone I don't bother anyone and can be as verbal as I want. I find it a real turn-on watching a woman that's making lots of sounds. And yes, having something to grab onto helps when you need more leverage than you can get by just leaning forward and digging your knuckles into your abdomen. Sometimes it just gets so big and hard that no way it's going to come out on its own; my anus tends to the smaller size anyway and anything over an inch or so in width really stretches it beyond its capability, and I have to resort occasionally to working it out with my hand. I remember one time! (see an older post) that I helped a guy work out his movement by rubbing his backside to relax him. Used to help my ex with hard movements this way. Whatever it takes....having painful constipated turds is no fun! But they can also be exciting; the feeling of a super=hard one exiting one's ass and tickling those sensations usually results in an erection for me. Bye.