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"When I was 14, my brother and I were looking after ourselves at home for a few days.  He was 16 then, and I really looked up to him, and we got on great.  One day we'd just finished breakfast, and were talking about school, when he got up and left the room, saying he wanted to do his "stuff".  I heard him close the bathroom door, and I suddenly wanted to go up and listen to him.  I heard him pull his pants down, then the toilet seat went down, then he did a long deep fart, tried hard, then did a loud plop!  He did more plops over the next few minutes, then wiped his arse, pulled his pants and very tight jeans up, flushed, and came out. He smiled at me, and I blushed and went in, then for about ten minutes, I sat on the warm toilet seat, shitting, and thinking about him doing the same!  It was terrific!"

Two Toilet Fantasies

What do you do if you've just sat down on a single public toilet to enjoy a leisurely shit and you hear someone running in like he's desperate, and he bangs on the door asking how long you're going to be?  Well, this is what I did.  I'd only just sat down and was doing a long piss, then did a long dirty-sounding fart that really echoed when this guy shouted through that he really had to go on urgently.  I told him I wasn't desperate, and that he could come and use it first, so I opened the door for him. The cubicle was large, and I wasn't leaving yet; after all I got there first, so I just stood there with my pants down as he shot in.  He had really brief shorts on, muscled hairy legs, and looked surprised I intended to stay, but he thanked me, and pulled his shorts down fast and sat on the toilet.

"Cheers, I really appreciate this, I didn't think I'd make it.  I've not shit for two days, but then I got the urge to do one."  

I stood facing the door to give him some privacy, but with my pants still down, I wasn't ashamed, and I was letting him use "my" toilet. He farted and grunted and said it would take some effort, even though his arse was full.  We chatted about things in general, while he kept trying, then he said he didn't mind me seeing him, he was in no position to be shy, we were both there to shit.  I didn't want to expose my privates to him, so pulled my pants up and turned to face this fit, healthy, muscular guy who completely covered the toilet seat with his strong dark hairy legs, trying hard to shit.  

"Really sorry about this." he said. "I can feel it moving down, but it's a tough one!"

I told him to take his time, then just push and relax until it started coming out.

"Wow!  It's getting shit!  I'm doing it!  Feels like it's filling my arse-crack as it's getting done!  Excuse my graphic details!"

I told him to let himself go, verbally, and physically, and that he looked really cool on the toilet. He told me to stand by for an enormous plop and that he called a shit like this; "Doing concrete dumplings!"

Then he relaxed, smiled, and sighed as a massive turd plunged out of his bottom making a huge plop in the toilet, splashing his buttocks.  He said he was soaked with the water, I told him I'd just had a long piss, and he said it kind of enhanced the experience and that it felt refreshing on his hot sweaty bum, then he said he was going to do some more.  He grunted, farted, clenched his teeth, then it's  PLOP, PLOP, KERPUNK, PLIP, PLOP, SPLOOSH KERSPLOONK, KERPLOP, PLOP, PLIP, SPLOSH, KERSPLOOSH and he's done.  He looked proud and relieved, as he invited me to see what he'd done.  He stood up, with the mark of the seat on his thighs, and water droplets all over his buttocks, and I saw his big heavy logs jam-packed in the yellow water. He wiped his bum, pulled up his shorts, flushed the toilet, thanked me again, and said it was my turn!  His dark skidmarks remained in the toilet, as I sat on and did my own, as we chatted face to face. We shook hands, introduced ourselves, and became great friends, meeting a few times since and dropping our "dumplings" in the toilet!

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 I'm with two friends, Mike and Steve at a campsite with no-one else there. We get on really well and when we arrive - find there are three toilets side by side with no partitions in the toilet block! They were so close that they almost touched!!! The pans were the traditional older ones with long drops and good size water traps and we observe these with surprise and excitement as we discuss timing it so we can shit together the next day. I hardly slept, excited by the prospect of sitting there with my two friends and wondering how they felt about it. Anyway, after breakfast, Steve announced "I think I could do with going on one of those toilets, er.....anyone want to join me?" Mike and myself both replied yes and were glad to be good and ready to go and drop brown. We went over to the small building, and saw there were indeed three toilets together and all plumbed in. For me it was a dream come true and the other two were quite excited about it. We peeled down our jeans and underpants, although Steve wasn't wearing underpants, and sat down on these very inviting toilets, Steve on my left, me in the middle and Mike on my right. Naturally, our thighs were touching as we sat there, there being no room to spread our legs, my legs especially, as I was in the middle. We each started to push and as often happens on holiday, felt a bit constipated, and so we grunted and farted and were all feeling turned on by this male bonding in its most intimate form. Then, Steve said he was "Going to do one...UHH UHH UHH" and Mike and I started pushing our own reluctant turds so that there were three guys with thighs covering the toilets trying to shit and feeling our turds inching out, pulled back in, pushed out a bit more until Steve said "I'm doing it, OOOHHH, It's coming, AHHHH" PLOPPPP!!!!! I even felt the vibration through my legs as his turd splashed under him drenching his muscly arse and to much appreciation by Mike and myself, as Steve stood up and we saw the drops of water on his hairy arse, framed by the imprint of the toilet seat on his buttocks, and of course, admired the knobbly log lying in the toilet. This inspired us to drop our own as we sat on a long time, grunting, farting and plopping with short gaps between one loud plop and the next, until we'd all done, our bums wet from the splashback and our privates aroused under our thighs.

We stood up to wipe our bums sharing that most personal activity, pulled up our pants and jeans, flushed, and left. We then went for a walk, hardly talking, after all, what greater means of communication could beat the intimacy of our last few minutes. This had been male bonding at a transcendental degree-I lay in bed that night feeling not only the closeness I felt for two friends but it was as though all of humanity was involved in my ecstasy. If only others were able to, if only once, experience such intimacy through shared enjoyable bodily functions as we had - many of man's frustrations might vanish!

 

 

 "Sometimes I read a paper while I have a try, then my attention gets drawn to my bum as a turd gets done, and PLOP!  Then back to the paper till I start to work on another log, then after a few more plops, I give up trying to read, the shitting is much more attention-grabbing and pleasurable!  Looks like this toilet's a perfect fit for my well-built legs, don't you think?  Great to know the biggest muscle of my body is hanging down through the toilet seat, as I flex my buttocks to do my turds!  If I run out of paper to wipe my bum, I can use some of this newpaper, though some of the print might come off on my skin. Think I might get my buttocks tattooed:  "Beware of Falling Turds!"

 

 

 "Feels like I'm shitting a brick!  I sometimes think I'm going to crack the toilet with some of the turds that drop out of my arse! Like when I've got a big firm knobbly one sticking out of my shithole and it drops with a huge bum-soaking splash!   Yesterday I was on a gents' toilet right by a bus stop, dropping some heavy shitbombs, knowing all my toilet-noises could be heard outside. The toilet paper was hard and crinkly so it made a lot of sound when I wiped my bum, then when I flushed and came out, about six people at the bus stop all looked at me, then looked away!  They must have heard everything!  I heard one small boy say to his father: "Daddy, is that the man we could hear on the toilet?"  I was walking away, but turned round and smiled and said "Yeah, that was me!"  I wished I'd stayed and waited with them for their bus. They'd all have known about my bowel habits!"

 

 

 "Few people get to see me like this, but like everyone else, I sit and shit, but this time I'm on show!  What you might call a classic toilet-position, leaning forward with elbows on thighs, legs parallel, jeans and pants down to my feet, and enjoying a healthy shit!  Most guys might feel awkward about being seen on the toilet in case their dangly bits are on show!  Well, mine are hanging down the toilet so I'm quite decent!  When a man's on the toilet like I am, it's only his bare thighs that are on show so it's no big deal!  And you know what I'm doing, so I'm not inhibited about you hearing my splashes!"

 

 

 "Only just enough paper left, the other lads must have been shitting a lot!  There are four of us living here, and sometimes someone's well into his shit before he realises there's hardly any paper left!  The other day Bill was on the toilet, and calls out for paper.  I was downstairs, and there was a new toilet roll in the hall to bring up, so I came up with it, and Bill opened the door and got back on the toilet, and I wouldn't give it to him till he agreed to let me watch him wipe his arse!  He was reluctant, but it was all in good fun, and I watched as he raised his big hairy thigh off the toilet, as we both checked the paper each time until it was clean.  He said if I ever told anyone else I'd watched him wipe his arse, he'd force the door open next time I was on the toilet myself and take a picture!  This is the result!  Yes, I told everyone about watching him wipe, and after taking this photo, he waited till I'd finished, then he counted my turds! 17!

 

 

"Hi!  I never know when I'm going to do my shit.  Any time from after breakfast, to early evening, but today I was out and felt I could do one in this public toilet.  I really like pulling my jeans down in a public place and baring my bum to sit on a toilet seat, then sit admiring my fit legs while I drop my brownstuff!  Last time I sat here, I was with a friend who thought he'd try and do one as well, so he went in the next cubicle and we laughed and joked as we heard each other's turds plopping!  It gave me a buzz too, especially when he tried to drop a whopper, describing its progress until it made a huge splash!

 

"I've not had much experience of this!  I mean being photographed whilst I'm shitting, I've certainly had lots of experience of shitting! I've been using this particular toilet for years so know all the different sounds I make when dropping turds of various sizes into it.  I can remember when I was very young and hardly covered the toilet seat, look at me now, a grown man with fit hairy legs! I'm a good shitter too, and drop loads of good firm logs!  Excuse the silly trousers, I usually wear jeans and some of them have rips in the denim, then you can see my thigh muscle right where I sit on toilets!"

"Hi!  It's good to relax and have a drink when you're on for a shit. No point in closing the door and I don't usually bother about locking the door anyway.  I do sometimes, I like to be in control.  Some guy was wanting to use the toilet once and I'd got the door locked and he shouted out I was taking too long, so I opened the door and just kept sitting there dropping the occasional plop and telling him how good it felt!  He told me to hurry up, so I said you can't rush a good shit, and offered him a drink from my bottle!  He realised I was going to sit there until I'd finished my shit and he thought that by watching me the whole time it would unnerve me.  It didn't!  I was loving being stared at!  In the end, I wiped my arse and he watched me doing that, then I flushed and came out, he went in and locked the door and I stood outside giving him a running commentary of how he sounded!"

 

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