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[seatedmaleheinies]

Hot and handsome! Young dude grunted quite a lot. The initial unload wasn't too loud, but you can hear it

[ondathrone]

Hottie took a good dump after his workout. If he knew - he totally didn't care!

[seatedmaleheinies]

This is the guy I'd point to for an example of the saying in action:

"Exhibitionist needs voyeur"

And I think he totally is. He sure slammed that seat down to announce his presence and what he was doing!

[ondathrone]

Hottie took a good dump after his workout. If he knew - he totally didn't care!

[seatedmaleheinies]

This is the guy I'd point to for an example of the saying in action:

"Exhibitionist needs voyeur"

And I think he totally is. He sure slammed that seat down to announce his presence and what he was doing!

[seatedmaleheinies]

Twink taking a dump at the terminal while his girlfriend waited

[seatedmaleheinies]

Twunk needed to shit at target, and it was no joke! He about knocked the toilet loose from the wall with that opening move!

[seatedmaleheinies]

[wet-and-wedgied]

Date’s Diarrhea

Cool true story just experience. When out on a date with this guy, let’s call him Kason. Kason is a sweet guy. He is but of a twink, in the shorter side with blue eyes and messy golden hair and smattering of freckles. He wore a simple pair of jeans, a leather jacket and a Star Wars shirt. The date itself was fine, we hung out, chatted, and grabbed some milkshakes. I get a simple vanilla one while Kason got a half-vanilla half chocolate peanut better swirl thing.

Kason is real sweet and gentlemanly and drives me back to my place, but we end up sitting in his car for a while, talking away and stuck, till I got the hint that I was going to need to make the first move. I finally I grabbed him by the jacket gave him a teasing kiss and instantly his ears are going red and his hands are pulling at my sweater. Next thing you know he is climbing out of the driver seat and into my lap. We lose the seat all the way back as he straddled me, his hands teasing up along my stomach as we kiss, we get real into it, and I lift his shirt and run my hands along the waistband of his underwear. He is wear some red briefs or boxer-briefs (I couldn’t quite tail) but they were definitely Flash theme (like the superhero guy).

they were nerdy, but cute and I’m a sucker for guys in underwear. So I start lowering his pants. Then suddenly Kason stiffens and pulls away from our make session. He sort of freezes, pushing me down in the seat and gets this nervous look in his face.

“Hey, um, wait,” he says. “Um, could we go inside.”

I was about to say yes, but then he blurts out as if to clarify, “I just need your bathroom real quick.”

“oh, yeah, sure,” I say. Though I admit I was turned on by the turn of convo, but my manners sent me on autopilot as Kason hurriedly pulled his pants back up and we detangled ourselves and got out of the car. Kason was up the steps before me to the dirt and fidgeted slightly as he waited for me to get out my key. Kason picked at his nails. His knees pushed together as he both clearly needed the restroom and didn’t want to be too obvious.

We get inside and immediately he’s like, “where the bathroom?” As he fidgets, his knees together, a hand on his stomach as he tries to keep his cool.

“Right over there,” I say, and gesture to the bathroom that’s just off the living room as I switch on the lights.

“cool,” he says and rushes, I mean this man practically sprints to the bathroom in this awkwards ass clenched run. He throws open the door and closes it behind him.

While I stand outside the bathroom, I can hear through the door, and am caught off guard by the sound of Kason moaning,

“Come on, come on, come on,” as presumably he fiddles with his jeans, desperately pulling them and his dorky underwear down. A second later there is the slam of the toilet seat being lifted up, followed by the sound of Kason flinging himself ass first down onto the toilet seat. At which point all hell break loose.

By which I mean I can hear Kason absolutely begin shitting his brains out!

PBBBLTTT!

BLLORT!

SBBBPPPBLRRT!

BBBBBRRRRTTT! 

“Oh my god!” I hear Kason moan, though the straining, breathy sound is nearly drowned out by the eruption that is pouring out of his ass. It sounds like the brattiest, hottest load of diarrhea in his life. I can’t help but smirk, biting my lip as I imagine him on the other side of the dooor, hunched over with his pants and underwear around his ankles, his face red flushed with embarrassment as his eyes roll back while he rides out the most humiliating, toe curling case of diarrhea a guy could imagine. It sounds thick and sloppy, a muddy explosion that signals that Kason has lost complete control over his bowels. 

SSPPPBBLERTT! 

PPPBBBLERRTPPSSBBRRT! 

CLKRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKLLKKL-PLOP-PLOP

SKLLKRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALKKLKL-PLOP-PLOP

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAATPTPPT

PBTBTBTBBTBTTBBTTBBTB

“Hnngh!”

Clearly he has been holding in a monster.  It’s a miracle that he made to the toilet at all I realize. I hadn’t known just how close he apparently was to shitting his pants. 

After about 15 or 20 minutes of absolutely destroying my poor toilet, Kason flushed and emerged from the bathroom holding his stomach. 

“You okay man?” 

“Yeah,” he said, though he was clearly embarrassed and blushing and wouldn’t look my way. “That milkshake really messed up my stomach. I’m uh… lactose intolerant.” 

“Why did you suggest milkshakes then?” 

“I still like milkshakes. Oh,” he groaned as he held his gut. “I should really go though, I’ll give you a call later.” 

And with that he hurried out of my place before U could get the chance to stop him. Definitely not how I thought things would go down, but hey, was a definitely an interesting experience. 

[thedeucedude-deactivated2024121]

Just a well dressed man taking a loud dump. Funny how he tried finding his phone but had to stop searching to push out his waste.

[themenstoilet]

Encouragement for a College Boy: A True Memoir

Once, in college, I visited a men’s room in an academic building on campus, with three very old-fashioned marble toilet stalls and varnished wooden doors, both of which came almost flush to the floor. I bolted the middle stall door and lowered my pants and boxer shorts and sat on the toilet. Immediately, I embarrassed myself by cutting a quick, dry fart. The stall to my right was empty, but the stall to my left was occupied. I bent over and could see the shoes of what might be a middle-aged businessman–he wore very formal dress shoes, with his suit pants and briefs pushed right down to his ankles. His legs were pale but firm. We sat in silence–we were alone, it was a Saturday. Then, to my surprise, he thrust his hand under the marble stall partition, holding a piece of folded toilet paper.

I read the note he’d written on the paper: “When you finish defecating (I just finished myself), I’d like to suck you.” I still remember the “defecating” and the parentheses, pretty unusual in a men’s room communication. (Maybe he was a professor?)

I wrote back: “Are you going to listen?’

He replied, on paper, “Yes. Go ahead. Take your time.”

So I shifted my bare bottom, and, as my cock hardened. I pushed and grunted openly. He kept absolutely still; he was definitely listening to every sound I made. I pushed and my grunts went plopping into the bowl: one, two, three…

Another grunt was coming out when he passed me a new note: “That’s the boy. Get it all out.”

“OK,” I whispered, as the biggest grunt of all dropped with the splash of a stone into the water.

“Wipe your bottom,” he whispered. And I did.

Then I knelt and he cupped his hands under my balls and manipulated my rock-hard, college-boy cock until I was gasping and I squirted a huge, throbbing load of cum onto the terrazzo floor. My bum was still dirty when I hastily hitched up my pants and fled the men’s room.

I was shy then; I hadn’t even dared look up at his face.

[thedeucedude-deactivated2024121]

Just a well dressed man taking a loud dump. Funny how he tried finding his phone but had to stop searching to push out his waste.

[toivid]

Young Target worker blows out. Bet you he could hardly wait for his break!

[gayfortoilet]

I have read about this happening to other people- never me until today!

I have this guy that comes in the store where I cashier. He has crew-cut blonde hair, with nice pout lips, and does talk with a bit of a lisp too.

I’ve often wondered if he might be gay.

He also always keeps his white tee shirt tucked into his blue jeans or cargo pants with a black belt.

I was cleaning our bathroom, which has no stalls, and is just a family-style single.

Suddenly he pushes open the door and says: whoops!

He laughs and hesitates a sec before he says.

“Hey you mind if I use your bathroom?”

I tell him I’m cleaning it. He just walks in anyway and locks the door giving me a semi-playful smile.

I definitely think he could be gay…

“That’s okay,” he says and is already in front of the toilet, undoing his belt. “I have to let this out…”

Then he quickly pushes his blue jeans to his boots with black briefs and hits it.

An immediate loose unload of rapid-fire stuff peppers the water, culminating in a wet blast.

“Ugh,” he grunts. “Hell yeah…”

I still went about my cleaning, and he never complained.

The smell in there was something rancid! I can tell you…

He kept farting with some loose stuff.

He then started wiping and I told him I was done cleaning.

I decided to let myself out, so my co-workers wouldn’t think it looked weird if we came out together.

He gives me a wave and unrolls more paper.

That was when I closed the door on him quick.

[gayfortoilet]

I have read about this happening to other people- never me until today!

I have this guy that comes in the store where I cashier. He has crew-cut blonde hair, with nice pout lips, and does talk with a bit of a lisp too.

I’ve often wondered if he might be gay.

He also always keeps his white tee shirt tucked into his blue jeans or cargo pants with a black belt.

I was cleaning our bathroom, which has no stalls, and is just a family-style single.

Suddenly he pushes open the door and says: whoops!

He laughs and hesitates a sec before he says.

“Hey you mind if I use your bathroom?”

I tell him I’m cleaning it. He just walks in anyway and locks the door giving me a semi-playful smile.

I definitely think he could be gay…

“That’s okay,” he says and is already in front of the toilet, undoing his belt. “I have to let this out…”

Then he quickly pushes his blue jeans to his boots with black briefs and hits it.

An immediate loose unload of rapid-fire stuff peppers the water, culminating in a wet blast.

“Ugh,” he grunts. “Hell yeah…”

I still went about my cleaning, and he never complained.

The smell in there was something rancid! I can tell you…

He kept farting with some loose stuff.

He then started wiping and I told him I was done cleaning.

I decided to let myself out, so my co-workers wouldn’t think it looked weird if we came out together.

He gives me a wave and unrolls more paper.

That was when I closed the door on him quick.

[themenstoilet]

Encouragement for a College Boy: A True Memoir

Once, in college, I visited a men’s room in an academic building on campus, with three very old-fashioned marble toilet stalls and varnished wooden doors, both of which came almost flush to the floor. I bolted the middle stall door and lowered my pants and boxer shorts and sat on the toilet. Immediately, I embarrassed myself by cutting a quick, dry fart. The stall to my right was empty, but the stall to my left was occupied. I bent over and could see the shoes of what might be a middle-aged businessman–he wore very formal dress shoes, with his suit pants and briefs pushed right down to his ankles. His legs were pale but firm. We sat in silence–we were alone, it was a Saturday. Then, to my surprise, he thrust his hand under the marble stall partition, holding a piece of folded toilet paper.

I read the note he’d written on the paper: “When you finish defecating (I just finished myself), I’d like to suck you.” I still remember the “defecating” and the parentheses, pretty unusual in a men’s room communication. (Maybe he was a professor?)

I wrote back: “Are you going to listen?’

He replied, on paper, “Yes. Go ahead. Take your time.”

So I shifted my bare bottom, and, as my cock hardened. I pushed and grunted openly. He kept absolutely still; he was definitely listening to every sound I made. I pushed and my grunts went plopping into the bowl: one, two, three…

Another grunt was coming out when he passed me a new note: “That’s the boy. Get it all out.”

“OK,” I whispered, as the biggest grunt of all dropped with the splash of a stone into the water.

“Wipe your bottom,” he whispered. And I did.

Then I knelt and he cupped his hands under my balls and manipulated my rock-hard, college-boy cock until I was gasping and I squirted a huge, throbbing load of cum onto the terrazzo floor. My bum was still dirty when I hastily hitched up my pants and fled the men’s room.

I was shy then; I hadn’t even dared look up at his face.

[silasmasterking]

Two Men One Toilet

It’s finally the end of the day and Ahmed can finally get a moment to use the bathroom. Coiled inside of him is a stubborn yet massive load that needs release. He makes his way to the single toilet bathroom that is in the back. Once seated on the pot he begins to relieve himself.

He struggles at first to push a turd out but soon one is slowly making its way out of his hole. While Ahmed relieves himself, peacefully, he is unaware of the chaotic experience that is out to go down.

Out of nowhere, Ahmed’s serenity it broken by a banging at the door. This frantic banging at the door is from one of Ahmed’s employees named Jahrad. Jahrad is disperate to release a massive load of diarrhea and is literally moments away from losing control and shitting himself.

Ahmed reply’s to Jahrad’s desperate pleas that he will soon be finished. This is to no avail for Jahrad. With a moments notice and an act of pure desperation, Jahrad swings open the door to the toilet with his pants already halfway down and commands Ahmed to sit back and open his legs. Jahrad frantically plops his round ass down right in between Ahmed’s thighs and begins to release a massive wave of warm wet mushy diarrhea. It just instantly explodes out of him.

In shock. Ahmed can only sit there and struggle with his constipated shit while Jahrad sits in between his thighs and explodes wave after wave of liquid diarrhea into the toilet.

Some of Jahrad’s diarrhea was all over Ahmed’s thighs, dick and balls. This incident happened so quickly that neither of them had time to truly respond. They both just ignored each other for a moment and continued shitting.

As Jahrad was expelling the last of his explosive diarrhea, Ahmed had finally managed to release the huge turd that was blocking the rest of his flow. It blasted out of his hole followed by a wave of wet mushy semi solid shit.

The sensation caused Ahmed’s dick to get rock hard. With Jahrad still squatted over on his lap. Jahrad stood up but in a moment of passion and relief, Ahmed grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back down on his lap. Ahmed began to rub his cock up and down Jahrad’s wet shitty hole. With the both of them finally relieved of their bowels, it was now time to get some sexual relief.

Ahmed slowly slid his hard cock into Jahrad’s hole. Jahrad moans out sensationally and then begins to bounce up and down on Ahmed’s dick. Jahrad’s tight shitty hole feels soo good around Ahmed’s dick. The entire time they fuck, Ahmed has his arms wrapped tightly around Jahrad and his head buried in his back. They don’t speak or even really interact with one another. Jahrad just sits squatted on Ahmed’s lap while Ahmed rest on the seat of the toilet with a cock that’s hard as ever rested inside Jahrad’s hole.

Jahrad bounces and grinds more on Ahmed’s dick. The feeling is so blissful. Jahrad with his cock now just as hard as Ahmed’s, begins to jerk his dick until it leaks precum.

Soon the two are completely intertwined with one another and caught in the moment. It’s during this embrace that Jahrad begins to cum. His hole begins to contract around Ahmed’s dick at this very moment. The feeling of this causes Ahmed to begin to unleash the load of cum that Jahrad’s tight shitty hole has been stroking out of him.

After the two of them climax, they both rest on one another for a moment. With Jahrad resting all of his weight on Ahmed’s lap and Ahmed resting onto Jahrad’s back again.

Ahmed’s lap is smeared with Jahrad’s shit and the toilet bowl is full of a mix of both of their shits. There is also shit leaking down the front of the toilet onto the floor. Jahrad stands up and walks over to the sink. He uses wet paper towels to clean himself the best he can.

Jahrad then pulls his pants back up and exits the small bathroom leaving Ahmed seated on a throne of both of their shit.

[p2bams]

Part 3: Dropping deuces with the Elusive Stranger

I couldn’t believe my luck! The man I had been fantasising about, the man whose cock I had longed to suck and whose ass I yearned to rim was giving me avant guard access. We decided to choose one of the bathrooms tucked away on the 4th floor in a passage that was walled up entirely and pretty sound proof so that we could play safely. It was fortunately unoccupied, so we chose the last stall, and spacious were these stalls which helped when there was going to be two of us in there.

 He was wearing a smooth well tailored grey pants that accentuated his bubble butt and bulging manhood, with a crisp white long sleeve shirt and a fragrance that really personified his sexual attraction and presence. His dark brown shoes were also emaculate and perfectly polished. I was wearing a dark grey tailored pants with a navy blue shirt and black formal work shoes.

I was brimming with excitement and my heart was beating hard in my chest. I had butterflies fluttering wildly in my stomach. I wondered how he was feeling, was he also adrenalin pumped and ready for action?

We were in the stall now and he closed the door quickly… I somehow maintained a cool composed posture with all this excitement going on inside of me. He said, let’s do this together. I would also like to watch you in action too. Sure I replied (oh you definitely going to see me in action, I thought). You go first I said. Thanks he replied. I was hoping to go first. I have a big load waiting.

He unbuckled his belt and started unding the button of his trowsers. He had White Calvin Klein briefs beneath those grey pants which really accentuated his huge bulge. I couldn’t wait to see it.

I watched intently as he slowly lowered his pants and briefs together while looking down. I was transfixed by his beautiful hanging cock and muscular legs and watched him as he took his seat on the white porcelain throne and our eyes met.

He adjust his legs and spread them apart. I’m ready to unload he said. I moved in closer to him and knelt down in front of him so that I was now between his legs and almost eye level with his cock. He lifted his white shirt and took his penis gently and lifted it above him, holding it so that I could get a view of the show he was going to put on for me.

Legs spread apart and his anus ready for release he asked: You ready?? I nodded. He closed his eyes gently and I kept my eyes fixed on his hole between his legs. His anus flexed… It was preparing for the big release.

I was soon welcomed to a huge thick turd, poking its head out of his hole and enjoyed the music of this turd as it crackled its way gloriously out of his hole. It was 1 big massive turd that birthed its way easily out of his manly hole. Even though the light was quite dark in the bowl, I could still make out this magnificent piece of work. It slid neatly into the water trap below and because it was so large, it rose above the water line and significant part of the turd rested up against the front side of the toilet. He grunted and sighed with manly relief.

WOW, I said, that was fucking hot and amazing!. He had his head tilted up and his eyes still closed and said softly, I’m not done yet. There is more.

I watched his anus and it flexed some more. His sphincter was not done yet and he was going to feed this hungry toilet with his massive turds. After what could have been about a minute, came the sound of more crackling and his anus stretched open yet again to reveal another impressive turd making its grand entrance. This one was almost as big as the first one and was also still attached and kept coming as it touched the water. This large turd also landed neatly next to its big brother and stood above the water line, only a few centimetres shy of its brother.

His penis was semi hard and was growing into a proper stiff boner. My cock was pulsating. Let’s make this easier he said suddenly. He bent down to untie his shoes, while still seated on the toilet seat and I moved back to give him space to remove his shoes. He stood up and removed his pants and underwear to free his ankles and hung his pants and underwear neatly on a hook against the stall wall. He then gestured to me that it was now my turn to go on the shitter.

I happily obliged and undid my bulging trousers to reveal my hard throbbing cock. I had already a film of pre cum lining the head of my cock. I sat down on the warm toilet seat and now had a nice view of his bare tight ass and his cock that was also hard and standing up. He was well endowed, thick, and beautiful.

I could feel I would need to go, but how would I match his 2 big and impressive turds he had just unleashed?? He watched me and I sat back so that my back touched the seat. Legs spread apart, I closed my eyes and just stroked my cock and tried to focus on my anus.

I gave a purposeful push and only let out a fart that echoed in the toilet bowl, I felt quite vulnerable being in this position with a hot man staring at me and waiting for me to release my load.  I fortunately did not disappoint. I felt a sudden cramp and my bowels doing what they do best and before I knew it, I felt a large turd pressing at the escape and knew, ok, go ahead and release this one.

I gave a gentle push and my anus opened wide to release a nice thick turd that grazed the back of the toilet bowl with a nice big skid mark as it slid out nice and long. We were going to overfeed the toilet with a nice healthy load of turds.

I sat a while longer, waiting for more pooing action, but nothing else came. The elusive stranger signalled to me that I get off, because he had more waiting to release. I stood up, and he shifted back onto the seat again and said, watch this: His legs spread confidently apart, he held his erect penis up towards his belly and his anus triumphantly released a second wave of turds. It was much smaller and smoother turds that came out this time. A brilliant succession of 7 average sized turds plonked their way into the toilet like little torpedos. He released a fart at the end and just sighed with deep relief. He lifted his ass from the seat and we both peaked into the bowel. What a great load. The toilet was full of shit, a proud load it was too.

He leaned back and closed his eyes to take in the bliss of this glorious shit. He then gripped his cock firmly with his left hand and began stroking his cock…. I sat back and watched in amazement. This was a wet dream coming true and I couldn’t believe it….  I would have loved to have deep throated that beautiful cock of his, but he seemed intent on just stroking himself only (for now). I didn’t mind.

I watched him pleasure himself and although I was raging with lust and longing to suck his gorgeous cock, I sat back and watched.. It was wonderful to watch him just wanking and observing his pure male sex appeal. He kept his eyes mostly closed while he stroked and stroked and stroked that hard uncut cock of his. He was almost about to come. His pelvis tensed, his hand grip grew stronger, his face changed and the tension erupted in loads!

While it was not intended, he blew a thick strand of his cum all over my face and some got on my pants too. He shot another two thick strands that erupted forcefully from his cock and it projected onto the toilet seat between his legs and the last strand on the floor just below.

God that felt good. I needed that.  Sorry, I didn’t mean to shoot my load all over you. Here is some toilet paper to wipe it off. I took it, but didn’t wipe up. I wanted his cum to stay on my face. I was dumbstruck for a few moments, completely blown away by this very hot encounter, I couldn’t bring myself to snap out of it. He got up from the seat., reached for his underwear and pants and got dressed quickly, he put on his shoes and said, I will go next door and clean myself up. Should I flush he asked? I signalled no with my head and said, I will finish off.

Great he said, thanks for a great experience, let’s do this again. I smiled and said, you are so welcome.

He slipped in next door and by the sound of it, wiped his ass and cleaned his cock off. Flushed the toilet and exited the stall. He washed up and then left. I was the only one left in the bathroom and I was still seated on the floor.

I traced the cum on my face with my finger. It was still slightly warm and thick. I brought my finger to my mouth and tasted it. It was sweet and manly at the same time. I traced my finger again and sucked on it, imaging I was sucking his cock. The cum that was on the toilet seat was now dripping down the side of the toilet. I leant forward and put my tongue against the cold porcelain and traced my tongue up the side to get it all in. It was so good.

I now stood up and admired the behemoth load of glorious turds staring back at me from the toilet, my cock still hard and dripping with even more pre cum. I began stroking my cock. I wanted to shoot my load… I loved stroking my cock and replaying the scenario that I had just experienced over and over in my head. It wasn’t long before I reached the point of no return…. I blew my load, aiming it in the toilet so it landed on our turds below…. It was one of the most powerful and invigorating orgasms I had ever had….

[ondathrone]

Hottie took a good dump after his workout. If he knew - he totally didn't care!