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Mason's Accident

Mason was at the mall with his friend Matt. His morning coffee was starting to hit, and he felt the urge to poop.

"Hey, man," said Mason. "I'm gonna go use the restroom."

"Cool," said Matt. "I'll wait outside."

"You can keep browsing if you want. I might be a little while."

"Sweet. Text me when you're done, and I'll let you know what store I'm in. Take your time."

"Thanks, man," said Mason. He headed toward the closest restroom. When he entered, he discovered that both stalls were full with a line of two guys waiting.

Damn. Mason knew he couldn't wait too long, but he remembered that there was another restroom on the second floor. He headed up the escalator, clenching as tight as he could as his need to poop grew in urgency.

When he reached the second floor restroom, one of the two stalls was empty. He now desperately needed to go.

He rushed into the stall and lost control just before he pulled down his pants. A mess of diarrhea filled his black boxer-briefs. He groaned with embarrassment and pulled down his pants to inspect the damage.

His soiled underwear reeked and was too messy to be salvaged, but his pants were okay. He slowly removed his shoes, pants, and underwear, doing his best to avoid any further mess.

He sat on the toilet to release a little more diarrhea. His ass was covered in poop. While Mason continued pooping, the man in the other stall wiped and exited the bathroom.

When he was alone, he called Matt.

"Hey, man," Matt answered. "What's up?"

"Dude, this is super embarrassing, but can you buy some underwear and wet wipes and bring them to the 2nd floor bathroom? I'll pay you back," said Mason.

"Did you shit your pants?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Okay. I'll be there soon. What type of underwear do you want?"

"Boxer-briefs or briefs. It really doesn't matter."

"Cool, man. I'll be there soon."

"Thanks. I owe you big-time, man."

They ended their call, and Mason sat in the stall, doing his best to clean up using the mall's one-ply toilet paper while he waited for Matt.

He was embarrassed, but at least his boyfriend Devin wasn't with him. He'd rather have a platonic friend help him with this situation.

After a few minutes, the restroom door opened. "Mason?" Matt called.

"Thanks so much, dude," said Mason. He cracked open his stall door, and Matt handed him a pair of boxer-briefs and a pack of wet wipes.

"Damn, you really had to go," said Matt. "Take your time cleaning up. I'll give you some privacy while you finish. Text me when you're done so I can let you know what store to meet me in."

"Thanks," said Mason.

Matt exited the restroom. Mason took another 10 minutes to get his ass clean. He finally put on his new pair of boxer-briefs, pants, and shoes.

He slowly checked outside the stall to make sure the coast was clear before exiting with his soiled underwear. He threw them in the trash can and washed his hands for an eternity before leaving the restroom.

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Mason & Devin Part 2

'Mason and Devin had been dating for 4 months and were enjoying a weekend sleepover at Devin's apartment. It was late Sunday morning after a great night of sleep. Devin had gotten out of bed to make coffee for them, but they'd mostly been cuddling in bed since waking up two hours ago.

"I gotta take a poop," Mason said. "Be back in a few." He gave Devin a light peck on the lips as he stood up.

"Really?" Devin asked. "I was just about to go myself. Guess we're on the same poop schedule now."

"I'll try not to take too long," Mason said with a wink. Devin knew Mason always took a while to poop.

Mason headed to the bathroom, pulled down his black briefs, and sat on the toilet. A series of farts echoed throughout the apartment followed by a release of some sloppy shit.

Mason sighed with relief. He could tell he wasn't finished quite yet and finally let out a smaller round of shit after about 5 minutes of waiting.

Feeling like he was finished, Mason reached for the toilet paper and began wiping. It was a messy process and used up quite a bit of toilet paper. He was finally clean after a few minutes.

Mason flushed the toilet and opened the door. "Hey, Devin," he yelled. "I'm gonna take a quick shower."

"Okay," said Devin. "Is it okay if I use the bathroom while you're in there? I really need to go."

"Sure thing, babe," said Mason. He turned on the shower, took off his undies, and jumped in.

Devin headed into the bathroom. Mason left him quite the stench and a toilet bowl filled with skidmarks. Devin pulled down his blue briefs and sat on the toilet.

Within seconds, he released a series of plops, as well as a nice fart.

Mason peeked out from behind the shower curtain. "Wow, you really did need to go," he said. "Sorry about the smell."

"It's a small price to pay to spend so much time with the cutest guy in the world," said Devin, as he grabbed some toilet paper and began to wipe.

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After-Dinner Toilet Time

Mason and Devin were lounging on Mason's couch in the early evening. They had ordered pizza for their date night and were now enjoying a post-dinner movie.

They had stripped down to their underwear - Mason in gray boxer-briefs and Devin in black briefs - and were cuddling. Devin noticed Mason start squirming, occasionally rubbing his stomach.

"You feeling okay, honey?" Devin asked.

"Just have a bit of a stomachache," said Mason.

"You need to go poop?" Devin asked.

"I think so," said Mason. "You cool to pause the movie for a minute?"

Devin nodded, paused the movie, and pulled out his phone to check social media as Mason headed to the bathroom.

Mason closed the door, took off his underwear, and sat down on the toilet. As soon as he sat down, he let out a thunderous fart followed by some sloppy shit. He released several rounds of sloppy shit over the next 10 minutes accompanied by small sighs of relief.

It was Mason's first time shitting around Devin since they had started dating about 2 months ago. He was embarrassed that it was such a noisy and smelly one, but a sleepover was inevitable and he couldn't have waited until morning.

It took him a few minutes to wipe, choosing to finish off with a wet wipe - the last of his supply. He flushed and put his underwear back on.

The bathroom smelled atrocious at this point, so Mason decided to light a candle to cover the odor. He sheepishly headed back to the couch to join Devin.

"Feeling better?" Devin asked.

"Much," said Mason, beginning to cuddle Devin.

"I'm going to use the restroom before we settle back in," said Devin, standing up.

"You might want to wait a few minutes," Mason said as he blushed.

"Too late," said Devin. "I'm about to crown."

"Gross!" Mason said.

"Says the man who just destroyed the toilet for 15 minutes," Devin said with a laugh, as he nuzzled Mason's head and playfully kissed him.

Devin headed into the bathroom, pulled down his underwear, and sat down on the toilet.

"Oh - I just used the last wet wipe, but there should be plenty of toilet paper under the sink if you run out." Mason yelled through the door. "Sorry!"

"No worries, babe," said Devin as a huge log slid out of his body with ease.

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College Library Stalls

Justin was 22 years old and in his senior year of college. He was attractive and muscular with brown eyes and short brown hair that was often hidden by a baseball cap.

One afternoon in mid-April, Justin was studying in the library and felt the need to use the restroom around 2pm. He headed into the quieter second-floor restroom, which had two urinals and two stalls. It was empty.

He headed into the stall, hung up his backpack, and lowered his jeans and blue boxer-briefs to the floor. He let out a fart and a few quiet plops after sitting down. He planned to sit and browse the apps on his phone for a bit to take a break from studying.

After a moment, the door opened and a man headed into the other stall. Justin heard him wipe the seat with some toilet paper and lower his pants. A pair of gray slacks and maroon briefs rested on his ankles.

Justin heard his neighbor release a stream of piss into the bowl before beginning to push. He grunted and sighed many times, leading to a long, loud fart trumpeting throughout the bathroom for a solid 10 seconds.

A moment later, Justin's stall neighbor grunted again. This was followed by a loud plop.

"Damn, man," said Justin with a chuckle, as he reached for the toilet paper. "You really had to go!"

"Sure did," said his neighbor. "Busy day... haven't had a chance to use the bathroom until now." He began wiping up as well.

Justin and his neighbor exited the stalls at the same time and headed to the sinks. It was his English teacher, Professor Sims. He was an attractive man in his early 40s with a well-toned body and luscious black hair. Justin was slightly embarrassed by his comment.

"Oh hi, Justin," said Professor Sims. "I didn't realize that was you. Great essay this week! I really enjoyed reading it."

"Thanks, Professor," said Justin. "I hope my comment wasn't too weird. I thought you were another student."

"Don't worry about!" said Professor Sims with a laugh. "Everybody poops... and I had a pretty big one today. I'll see you in class tomorrow."

Professor Sims finished washing his hands and exited the restroom, with Justin shortly behind.

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Work Conference Roommates

Ethan and Johnny were on a work trip to a week-long conference and had decided to room together at the hotel. Ethan was in mid-thirties, toned with shoulder-length brown hair and a short, well-groomed beard. Johnny was about 5 years younger with short curly black hair and a beautiful ass.

For the first two days of their trip, they had both been pretty discreet about their bathroom usage. Ethan would find a quiet restroom in the conference center and take a stall during a panel to ensure he would poop alone while Johnny would typically poop while Ethan was out jogging.

On the third day, things changed. Their first event of the day was not scheduled until noon, so they had a quiet morning before driving to the conference center.

Ethan felt a strong urge to poop, so he decided to go downstairs and use the lobby restroom while getting breakfast. Unfortunately, the restroom had just closed for cleaning for the next 15 minutes when he was finished with his breakfast. He knew he could not wait 15 minutes, so he reluctantly went back to the room.

Johnny was lounging in bed watching the news when he returned. "How was breakfast, man?" he asked.

"It really hit the spot," said Ethan. "I need to use the restroom. I'll be right back." He hurried into the restroom, embarrassed knowing that Johnny would hear him, but he had no choice.

Ethan sat down on the toilet, pulling down his sweatpants and green boxer-briefs as he bent his knees. As soon as his ass hit the seat, he unleashed a loud, sloppy shit followed by a sigh of relief. He sat for a few more minutes, unleashing a few more rounds of shit before cleaning up.

The toilet paper was still a little messy after 8 wipes, at which time he ran out. He knew there was another roll under the sink, but it was in the main living space rather than in the bathroom. Instead of asking Johnny, he decided to hop in the shower.

After a few minutes, Johnny cracked the door open. He desperately needed to shit. He had tried going while Ethan was downstairs, but was only able to let out a few farts at the time.

"Hey, Ethan," Johnny said. "Sorry to bother you, but would it be okay if I quickly used the toilet while you're in there? It's an emergency."

"Sure, man," said Ethan from behind the shower curtain, assuming Johnny needed to pee.

Johnny slammed his ass on the toilet, lowering his jeans and red briefs to his ankles. A long low fart bellowed throughout the bathroom, as a huge log exiting his ass. He flushed to try to mask the noise. The log was over a foot long and very thick, but all that remained in the bowl were a few small skidmarks.

Johnny turned to grab toilet paper, but realized there wasn't any left. He got up and went into the main living space to grab some from under the main living space.

At that moment, Ethan exited the shower, thinking Johnny was done since he had heard him flush. He exited the bathroom in a towel and saw Johnny crouching down naked below the sink with his shitty ass exposed to grab the toilet paper.

"Sorry!" Johnny yelled. "I didn't realize we were out of toilet paper before I went."

"It's okay, dude," Ethan laughed. "I had to use quite a bit to clean myself up this morning."

Johnny laughed nervously, standing with a fresh roll of toilet paper, and said, "It definitely sounded like a messy one. I better get back in there to finish up."

Johnny scampered back in the bathroom and wiped his ass, as Ethan got dressed in the main living space.

For the remaining few days of their trip, Johnny and Ethan became less nervous about pooping with the other around.

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Road Trip Pit Stop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He exited the stall and washed his hands before heading back into the gas station with Steve to buy some snacks.

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Date Night Deuce

Matt and Austin were wrapping up a wonderful first date. They had gone out to dinner at a Mexican restaurant after hitting it off instantly on a dating app.

Matt had felt a pressure in his stomach all evening, which he at first attributed to nerves. However, the pressure increased throughout the night, so he knew he'd need to use the restroom as soon as he got home.

Eventually, though, the pressure became unbearable. After splitting the check, Matt asked, "Do you mind if I use the restroom before we head out?"

"Not at all," said Austin. "In fact, I need to use it myself."

Shit. As if disappearing to the restroom for more than a moment or two on a first date wasn't bad enough. Matt decided that he would try to pee instead, hoping that would relieve some pressure. He certainly didn't want to take a dump with a cute guy he had just met in the bathroom with him.

Matt and Austin entered the restroom. Two urinals and two stalls. All were unoccupied. They approached the urinals.

Austin began to take a long piss. Matt tried but had little luck. A small fart escaped. Damn.

"Sorry, I, uh-," Matt stammered. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Austin said with a smile as he continued peeing. "Everybody farts."

Letting out the fart only increased Matt's need to poop. "Sorry, this is embarrassing, but I really need to go to the bathroom," Matt shyly said, bolting for a stall as Austin zipped up his pants and headed to the sinks.

Matt slammed the door shut, pushed his jeans and black briefs down to his ankles and let out a huge wet shit. The release was loud as could be, and it smelled ungodly.

After a moment, Austin finished washing his hands. "Hey, Matt," he said, "I'll be outside. No rush."

Matt was humiliated. He continued letting out sloppy shit for a few minutes before wiping up. It was a messy one, so it took a little while.

When he exited the restroom after 10 minutes, his face was beet red. "I'm sorry," he said to Austin, who was waiting in the restaurant's entryway.

"Don't be," said Austin. "It happens."

Austin softly kissed Matt's lips, and they headed out of the restaurant.

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Shy Shitter Interrupted

John made his way to the men's room at the office around 10:00 AM. He hated pooping in public, but he had no choice today. His bowels were ready to release the aftermath from last night's pizza.

While he was definitely shy about shitting, John felt lucky that he worked in a small office with only four male employees, so the chances of unwelcome visitors were low.

John entered the restroom, which had only one stall and one urinal. No one else was in there. He covered the seat in toilet paper and pulled his jeans and black boxer-briefs to his knees.

He left out a few quiet farts and a long, skinny log of shit. He knew there was more to come, so he stayed seated and pulled out his phone to scroll on social media.

After a few minutes, he released a small wave of messier shit as quietly as he could. Just then, he heard the door to the restroom open.

"Oh shit," said the familiar voice of his co-worker Mikey when he saw that the stall was occupied. Their desks were next to each other. Mikey was in his earlier thirties and very laid back. He had a short beard and several tattoos. After his initial comment, he stayed silent and stood in the restroom waiting his turn for the stall.

John froze in the stall. He didn't want to make any embarrassing noises while Mikey was in the room, so he found it difficult to unload.

Both men stayed silent for about two minutes before Mikey knocked on the stall door and said, "Hey, man. You think you'll be finished soon? I've really gotta go."

"Yeah, just a minute," John said sheepishly. He knew he'd have a little more shit to release soon, but could wrap it up for now. He started unrolling the toilet paper and wiping his hairy ass.

The clean-up process was long, and Mikey was starting to get impatient. He shifted uncomfortably, waiting his turn as patiently as possible. His poop was beginning to turtlehead, and he knew he couldn't wait much longer. He decided to let out a fart, which thundered throughout the restroom.

"Oh no, dude," Mikey said in a panic. "I don't think I can wait much longer." A sigh of relief of relief followed. Around this time, John finished wiping, flushed, and exited the stall.

"I'm sorry about the wait," said John as he made his way to the sink.

"Too late now!" Mikey said as he ran into the stall. He ripped his pants and underwear to the ground. His green boxer-briefs had a massive log of poop in them.

John headed back to his desk while Mikey cleaned up in the stall. About 15 minutes later, Mikey returned to his desk, his face red with embarrassment. He and John shared a knowing glance and then focused on their work.

The next time John returned to the bathroom to urinate, he noticed Mikey's poop-stained boxer-briefs in the trash can, surrounded by paper towels.

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Boyfriends Shit at Work

Bryce was an attractive high school English teacher in his late 20s. It was his second year teaching, and he had started dating one of the math teachers, Ryan, about three months ago.

It was the Monday after spring break, and Bryce felt pressure in his abdomen building up during his fifth period class. Luckily, he had sixth period free, so he'd be able to have some privacy to visit the restroom shortly.

The bell rang, and the students departed his classroom. He let out a smelly wet fart, hoping his bowels could wait a few more minutes to evacuate. The faculty men's room only had one stall and one urinal, so it was sure to get busy during the five minutes between classes, and he was shy about pooping at work.

Bryce began making his way to the restroom about a minute before sixth period began. As he opened the door, he saw Ryan emerge from the stall. They both looked at each other with embarrassment.

"Hey, babe," Ryan said as he began washing his hands. "I'm running late to sixth period, but I'll stop by your classroom after school."

"Sounds good," Bryce said, shyly making his way toward the stall.

"Wait! You might not want to go in there," Ryan said in a panic.

"'I don't have much of a choice right now," Bryce said.

"It's clogged. I, uh, clogged it," Ryan said, looking away from Bryce.

"Oh. Well, I'll figure something out," said Bryce. "You should get to class."

"Yeah, I should," said Ryan. "See you later."

Ryan exited the bathroom. Bryce didn't want to use a clogged toilet, but he couldn't wait any longer. He entered the stall and was greeted by one of the longest, thickest poops he'd ever seen. It sat right in the middle of the bowl and was surrounded by dirty toilet paper. The water had mostly drained, but everything else remained unmoved.

Bryce lowered his black slacks and electric blue briefs to his ankles. He sat on the toilet and unleashed a huge, sloppy shit. It wasn't pure diarrhea, but it wasn't completely solid either. Bryce sat on the bowl, releasing additional waves of shit for about 5 minutes.

The stench of the men's room was absolutely awful, as the odors of Bryce and Ryan's shits mixed. Bryce used nearly half a roll of toilet paper to wipe his ass. He didn't even bother attempting a flush since there was no way any contents of the overfilled toilet would go down.

After school, Ryan stopped by Bryce's classroom as promised.

"Hey," Ryan said. "Sorry about earlier."

"It happens," Bryce replied with a nervous laugh before sharing a soft kiss with Ryan. "No need to be embarrassed. I had to go so badly that I just went on top of your load."

Before this day, they had never shit in each other's presence, but that would all change. Having had this brief restroom encounter at work, neither were embarrassed by their bodily functions anymore.

Going forward, Ryan could often be found pushing out a massive dump after a sleepover while Bryce was in the shower.

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In the Gym Toilets

Mark was 12 minutes into his 30-minute treadmill session at the gym when a familiar feeling in his gut hit. He usually needed to use the restroom after a workout, but this time, he realized he might not be able to make it to the end.

He let out a small fart to relieve some pressure, but realized that would not be enough. He turned off the treadmill and made his way into the locker room restroom.

As usual, all three stalls were occupied. He heard a sloppy, smelly shit exit the guy in the middle stall (must be the protein shakes!), some tough grunts emerging from the third, and several loud farts booming from the first. Mark shuffled uncomfortably, shifting weight from one foot to the other to distract himself from the excruciating need to evacuate his bowels.

After 3 minutes, no one had emerged. The noises had died down with the exception of an occasional grunt or sloppy release. Mark couldn't stand it anymore and asked, "Anyone almost finished? It's an emergency!"

The gentleman in the third stall, who sounded like he might be a little older, replied, "Sorry, it might be a while," before letting out another loud grunt.

Mark heard the man in the first stall begin unrolling toilet paper. After a few wipes, a bearded ginger man in his mid-30s emerged from the stall. He was well-toned and had some nice chest hair peaking out from his tank top.

Mark thanked him as he bolted into the stall. "No problem, dude," he heard the ginger man reply as he latched the door shut. He urgently pulled his red gym shorts and black briefs down to his ankles, unleashing a wave of diarrhea as soon as he sat down.

He sighed in relief as he continued releasing wave after wave of sloppy shit. There was no way he could have made it to the end of his workout.

After 10 minutes, Mark was confident that he was finished shitting for now. The older man had finished grunting out his tough shit and left the bathroom, but the sloppy shitter was still the middle stall.

Mark began unrolling toilet paper and quickly learned that there was only enough for his one wipe.

He folded what little one-ply toilet paper was left and began cleaning up. The paper was covered in messy shit. "Damn it!" Mark said.

"Excuse me," Mark said, knocking on the wall of the stall. "I just ran out of toilet paper. Do you have any extra?"

"Of course, man! How much do you need?" said the voice in the middle stall.

"As much as you can spare. It was a messy one!" Mark said.

"Absolutely - I know the feeling," the man in the middle stall said with a chuckle. "My stall has an extra roll, so you can have that."

The man in the middle stall passed a roll of toilet paper under the stall. Mark caught a glimpse of his orange boxer-briefs around his ankles. They began unrolling toilet paper and wiping their asses at the same time.

After about 5 minutes of vigorous wiping and frustrated sighs from both men, they flushed and emerged from their stalls at the same time.

The guy in the middle stall appeared to be in his mid-20s with brown hair and a backwards baseball hat on. His muscles were toned and his black t-shirt and shorts clung tightly to his body.

"I thought I was never going to get clean," said the guy from the middle stall. "I've spent more time shitting than working out!"

"I know the feeling," Mark laughed, as they washed their hands and headed back into the gym.

Mark got back onto the same treadmill, and to his surprise, the man from the middle stall ended up next to him. "I'm Mark, by the way," he said with a smile.

"I'm Jason. Nice to meet you. Glad we got to share that experience together."