Hairy Pooper

I love telling/reading good toilet stories!

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love taking a poo here! Can see over the doors as walk past, and can be seen as having a poo! located in Leicester Square London

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Dad and Jake’s Doorless Mega-Block Toilet Disaster

It was a bright afternoon in the park, perfect for a stroll—until both Dad and Jake felt the unmistakable rumble in their stomachs.

“Dad… I think I need the loo,” Jake said nervously, clutching his stomach.

“Me too,” Dad grimaced, doubling over slightly. “Let’s find those toilets fast.”

Up ahead was the park’s notorious mega block toilet building. Jake’s eyes widened as they approached.

“Wait… is that a line?” Jake asked, pointing.

Dad nodded. “Yeah, but what’s worse is—” He stopped, eyes scanning the open-air block.

The toilet block was essentially a long row of ten toilets lined up side by side. But here was the kicker: there were no doors, no walls, nothing to separate them. Just a row of porcelain seats, fully exposed to anyone who walked by.

Jake blinked. “No doors? No walls? Seriously?”

Dad gulped. “Yeah. Welcome to the ‘open-air restroom experience.’”

They joined the growing queue, both trying to stay calm despite the urgency.

Five minutes in, Jake was shifting from foot to foot, face pale.

“Dad, I really don’t think I can hold it,” he whispered.

Dad nodded. “Me neither.”

The line finally moved, and they grabbed seats right next to each other on the bench of toilets.

Jake sat down first, cheeks clenched so tight he looked like he was about to explode.

Dad followed, trying to stay relaxed.

The silence was thick, broken only by the occasional nervous grunt or sigh.

Dad was the first to make progress.

He grunted softly, then louder.

“Almost done…” he whispered.

Then relief washed over him. He stood up quietly, wiped his hands on some scruffy leaves he found nearby, and whispered, “All done, Jake. Your turn.”

Jake groaned and settled in, cheeks burning, desperately trying to concentrate.

But the ordeal was far from over.

Just as Jake got comfortable, Dad’s eyes widened.

“Uh-oh…” Dad whispered, clutching his stomach again. “I think… I think I’ve got a second wave coming.”

Jake looked over with wide eyes. “Seriously, Dad? Now?”

Dad sighed deeply and sat back down on his toilet, grunting again.

Now, both Dad and Jake were side by side, mid-poop, in the biggest no-privacy toilet block ever.

The park was busy, and people kept walking past, giving confused looks or pretending not to notice.

At one point, a cheerful bloke strolled in, looked around, and plopped down on the next toilet like this was completely normal.

“Morning, lads!” he said casually.

Dad nodded weakly. “Morning.”

Jake tried not to laugh but couldn’t help whispering, “This is insane.”

The three of them sat awkwardly, surrounded by the sounds of grunts, shifting, and the faint rustling of the one tiny toilet roll hanging on a hook nearby.

Passing the roll back and forth was like an awkward relay race. They tried not to touch too much or make eye contact.

Minutes dragged on.

Dad finally gave one last grunt and stood up, pale but victorious.

Jake, however, was still mid-battle.

His face was beetroot red, and his eyes were watering.

“Dad… I don’t think this is stopping,” he whispered desperately.

Dad gave him a sympathetic smile but didn’t move.

Another bloke wandered in, glanced at the setup, and sat down beside them.

Jake wanted to disappear.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jake finished.

They both stood, grabbed the shared roll, and sprinted out of the mega block, gasping for fresh air.

Dad turned to Jake and laughed. “Next time, we’re bringing portable toilets.”

Jake nodded. “Or at least some privacy... and a lot more toilet paper.”

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Doorless toilet at school!

Eli ran like he was being chased by fire.

His stomach clenched tighter with each step — the cursed chicken wrap had activated. He rounded the corner into the boys’ toilet, sweat already beading on his forehead.

Inside, the scene was tragic: no stall doors, thanks to the school’s absurd “Open Honesty Facilities Policy.” The place looked like an art installation called “Embarrassment in Echo.”

Malik and Jordan were already seated in stalls 1 and 2 — both gripping their knees, red-faced, letting out the occasional:

“BLRRRT!” “SPLOORCH!”

Eli didn’t hesitate. He took stall 3, dropped his trousers, and—

“PPPPPRRRRRRRBBT!”

Relief. Regret. Shame. All at once.

Then the fourth stall was taken.

Jayden.

The worst person imaginable in this situation. Year 8's prank king. Usually the one filming these moments, not living them.

“Bro…” he gasped, holding his stomach like a man shot in battle. “I was gonna film you—but I—I can’t—”

“GRRRBLLLLLCHHH!!”

He barely sat before he exploded.

“BRRRRRAAAAAAATTTT!!”

Now all four stalls were full. Four open toilets. Four boys. Four active disasters.

Outside, the queue stretched down the hallway. Tommy, Hassan, Lewis, and half the year group were shifting nervously, each clutching their stomachs, eyes darting at the bathroom door.

And that’s when things got even worse.

Enter: Mr. Harrow. The heavy thud of shoes echoed.

The door creaked open.

A deep voice: “What in God’s name is that SMELL?”

Everyone froze.

Mr. Harrow, science teacher and rugby coach, marched into the bathroom like it owed him money. He carried a clipboard. And a cup of coffee.

He stopped. Sniffed. Gagged.

“Sweet mother of methane—”

And then, instead of leaving… he started walking down the stalls.

He saw everything.

One by one, he passed: Malik, Jordan, Eli, Jayden — each boy locked in shame, mid-squat, with pants around their ankles.

“Malik. Jordan. Eli. Jayden,” he said as he walked by. “I feel like I’m meeting the Four Horsemen of Flatulence.”

He reached the fourth stall. Saw Jayden.

Jayden looked up at him in horror. “Sir, PLEASE just go!”

Mr. Harrow sipped his coffee.

Paused.

“Tempting. But I, too, had the wrap.”

He walked calmly to the empty urinal… then stopped.

Turned.

Walked into stall five.

Pulled his trousers down.

And joined them.

Then came the crushing realization.

He reached for the toilet paper roll.

Empty.

Mr. Harrow frowned, pulled out his phone, and dialed.

“Mrs. Peters?” he whispered into the receiver. “Emergency. Bring reinforcements… and some toilet paper. This is war.”

The queue outside shifted impatiently, whispers and groans growing louder.

Ten minutes later, Mrs. Peters arrived with a fresh roll and a look of steely determination.

The bathroom was a warzone. Silence fell. Everyone was out of ammo.

“Sir?” Malik croaked.

Mr. Harrow replied from behind the stall wall, voice solemn.

“Boys… this is why you never trust poultry on a Friday.”

Jayden whimpered, “Can we just forget this happened?”

Eli chuckled, surprisingly calm. “I mean… we’re all in it now.”

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Bullying on a doorless toilet

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"No Door, No Dignity"

Kev hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep in weeks. The shelter was full, the benches were wet, and the only spot that didn’t already smell like stale beer or someone else’s feet was a cracked bus stop with a broken bench and a generous rat population.

But sleep wasn’t tonight’s main issue.

His stomach was.

The petrol station sausage roll — cold, soggy, and questionably green — had been a gamble. It lost. Spectacularly.

By 2 a.m., Kev was clenching every muscle he had, hunched like a goblin with a secret, searching desperately for any functioning public toilet.

And then, like a foul-smelling beacon in the night, he found it: the city-run public bog next to the park. Still open. Still lit. Still horrifying.

Inside, the stall had no door. Of course it didn’t. The one next to it didn’t either. Just two sad, doorless thrones facing away from each other like feuding royalty.

Kev didn’t hesitate.

He dropped his trousers and exploded onto the seat with the kind of bowel betrayal that made him grip the metal sides for support. The relief was instant. So was the shame. His briefs — grey, worn, and hopelessly stained from previous skirmishes — hung around his ankles, marked like a toddler’s art project gone wrong.

He groaned.

Then he heard it: footsteps. Fast ones.

A kid — sixteen, maybe seventeen — came skidding in wearing a Deliveroo jacket, pale-faced and wide-eyed, holding his stomach like it had personally offended him.

He stopped when he saw Kev sitting, trousers down, destroyed underwear in full view.

Kev locked eyes with him. “It’s bad,” he said.

The kid didn’t flinch. “Mine’s worse.”

And with that, he shuffled to the stall next to Kev’s and dropped his trousers just in time.

What followed was a symphony of gastric despair.

Two men — one nearly sixty, one barely seventeen — united by nothing except timing and a mutual loss of intestinal control, sat grunting through waves of discomfort in adjacent, doorless stalls.

The air was thick with shame, disinfectant, and something far more potent.

There was a long, wet silence.

Then:

“Shouldn’t’ve eaten that doner,” the kid muttered.

Kev winced. “Shouldn’t’ve eaten anything.”

Another pause. Another echoing splatter.

“This is the worst night of my life,” the kid said, voice strained.

Kev gave a bitter chuckle. “It’s top five for me, easy.”

And somehow, in that horrendous, eye-watering misery, they both started laughing. Real, wheezing, painful laughter. The kind you only get when your dignity’s completely gone and you’ve got nothing left but the absurdity of the moment.

Ten minutes later, they emerged like war veterans from a chemical battlefield. Kev tossed his briefs into the bin like a burned flag. The kid wiped his forehead with his Deliveroo hat.

“You alright, mate?” Kev asked.

The kid nodded. “No. But I will be.”

They looked at each other. No handshakes, no names, just a nod of mutual respect between two men who had both, quite literally, hit bottom.

Kev walked out into the night, lighter than he’d felt in weeks — physically and otherwise.

As he limped off, he muttered to himself:

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“The Doorless Loo Disaster: A Festival Fiasco”

It was a blazing hot Saturday at the local music festival, and me and my mates—Tom, Jake, and Lee—were having what felt like the best day of the year. The sun was beating down, the cider was cheap but effective, and the street food stalls were serving questionable but irresistible treats. We were living the dream, until nature reminded us who was boss.

I felt the first rumble just after the third cider. “Oi, lads,” I muttered, clutching my stomach. “I think the burrito’s about to make an appearance.”

We headed towards the nearest toilet block, only to be greeted by a sight that made us stop dead in our tracks: the entire block was doorless. Every single cubicle had its door torn off — probably by some overzealous party animal — leaving a row of toilets fully exposed like some bizarre public art installation.

We exchanged looks, then burst out laughing.

“Well,” said Tom, grinning wide, “it’s either this or the bushes. And frankly, I’m not risking the forest spiders.”

We all agreed, and like reluctant soldiers, took our places side by side on the porcelain thrones with zero privacy. No walls, no doors — just a bare row of toilets, shoulder to shoulder.

Jake went first. He dropped his trousers and let loose with a series of epic fart sounds, smirking at us while pretending to conduct a symphony. “Welcome to the festival’s greatest hits!” he announced, causing us all to howl.

Then it was my turn. As I sat down, my stomach roared louder than the headlining band, and disaster struck hard and fast. The sounds of my “performance” echoed off the tiled walls and, thanks to the open layout, my mates were front-row audience. Tom immediately started doing a running commentary in a mock sports announcer voice:

“And here comes the star of the show, delivering a masterclass in chaos! Truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience, folks!”

Lee was doubled over with laughter, tears streaming down his face, while Jake gave me a thumbs-up like I was some kind of champion.

Just when I thought the embarrassment had peaked, the toilet block door swung open.

In rushed a bloke, face pale and desperate. “Mate, is there anywhere free?” he asked urgently, eyes darting from one exposed toilet to the next.

“Sorry, all taken,” Tom said, trying not to laugh.

The poor guy groaned, clutching his stomach. “Bloody hell, this is worse than I thought.”

Then, as if on cue, the door swung open again — and in walked a girl, laughing uncontrollably.

She paused, took in the sight of us sitting side by side with no doors, and burst out, “Is this some kind of joke? You lot having a party in here or what?”

Jake grinned. “You could say that. Welcome to the festival’s most exclusive club.”

The desperate bloke just shook his head, backing out slowly. The laughing girl stayed a moment longer, wiping tears from her eyes.

“Seriously, you guys are legends,” she said, before heading off still giggling.

We all exchanged glances, then cracked up ourselves.

After we finished, we washed up at the sink outside, cheeks burning but spirits surprisingly high.

“Next year,” Lee said, “porta-potties, for sure.”

“Definitely,” I agreed. “And maybe a bouncer at the door.”

We left the toilet block, clutching our sides from laughing — knowing this was one festival story we’d be telling forever.

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No Walls, No Privacy, No Chance: The Lunch Break Disaster”

It was one of those days you remember forever — mostly because you want to forget it entirely. After braving the spiciest burrito at lunch, my stomach declared war on me. The warning signs were clear: a low rumble, a sharp cramp, and that unmistakable feeling that said, “You need a toilet — fast.”

I sprinted toward the public men’s toilets near the sports field. Only when I got there did I realize the true nightmare: there were no walls or partitions between the toilets. Just a row of toilets lined up side by side, fully exposed. No privacy whatsoever. No doors, no cubicles. Just porcelain seats, one next to the other.

My heart sank. There was no backing out now. My stomach was screaming. I had no choice but to pick the middle toilet and hope for the best.

I dropped my bag, sat down, and the disaster began. A symphony of explosive diarrhea erupted — loud, wet, and utterly humiliating. Every noise echoed off the tiles, fully exposed to the whole toilet block.

Then, just as I was halfway through my nightmare, the door creaked open.

In walked Mr. Harris, my maths teacher, calm and unsuspecting. He looked around and sat down right next to me.

I froze, cheeks burning hot enough to melt steel.

He cleared his throat and said quietly, “Mate, you alright over there?”

I mumbled, “Yeah… just… you know.”

There was an awkward pause. Then Mr. Harris continued, trying to make small talk in the most bizarre situation imaginable:

“So… tough burrito, huh?” he whispered.

“Yeah…” I replied, barely daring to breathe.

“Listen, I know this is awkward, but at least we’re getting this out of the way together,” he joked softly.

I wanted to disappear into the floor.

Every embarrassing sound seemed amplified now that Mr. Harris was right next to me, chatting like it was just any old day. I tried to focus on the cracked tiles, willing myself to hold it together.

Finally, when the storm had passed, I stood up, washed my hands with trembling fingers, and quickly left — still hearing Mr. Harris chuckle.

Later in class, he winked at me and said, “Maybe ease up on the hot sauce next time, yeah?”

I nodded, cheeks still burning.

From that day on, the toilet block was officially known as “The Exposure Zone,” and every time I saw Mr. Harris, I half-expected him to greet me with, “Ready for round two?”

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The Great Wall, the Greater Shame

Liam had survived 10 days backpacking across China with nothing more than a phrasebook, a water filter, and relentless optimism. He’d eaten fried scorpions, navigated buses with no English signs, and even survived a 19-hour train ride next to a guy transporting live chickens.

But nothing — nothing — had prepared him for the toilet at the base of the Great Wall.

The sun was blazing, and the climb had taken it out of him. As he made his way toward the squat concrete structure marked “男” (Men), his stomach gave a sinister gurgle. Uh-oh.

He jogged in. It was a long, tiled room.

No urinals. No stalls. No doors. Just a line of squat toilets, divided only by knee-high walls.

Liam stopped. Stared.

A man two spots down from the entrance was squatting with Zen-like calm, scrolling through Weibo on his phone. Another was smoking. A third made eye contact and gave Liam a nod. A nod. Like this was normal.

Liam backed out.

There had to be another bathroom. A hidden tourist version. Maybe behind the gift shop?

But time was not on his side.

His body made it clear: the decision was now, or it would be made for him.

He walked back in. Eyes on the floor. He chose the furthest squat toilet, positioned himself, and did what had to be done.

It was going... okay.

Until a group of local old men came in mid-conversation, laughing loudly, discussing (from what Liam could gather) dumplings, foot pain, and the economy. One of them squatted beside him, let one rip, and continued his story without missing a beat.

Liam stared at the wall in front of him, wide-eyed, frozen like a deer in cultural headlights.

The man looked over, grinned, and said in Mandarin:

"First time?"

Liam just nodded slowly. “Yep.”

“Don’t worry,” the man added, cheerfully, “you get used to it.”

They finished their business in companionable silence. No doors. No shame. Just a shared human moment... and a lingering odor.

Back outside, Liam breathed in the mountain air and looked at the Great Wall stretching into the distance.

He had seen history, he had walked in emperors’ footsteps...

...and now he truly understood why they call it “The Great Wall.”

Because what he’d just experienced?

That was the Greatest Barrier of them all.

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The Case of the Missing Stall Doors

At St. Dunstable’s Academy for Excellence (and Budget Cuts), strange things happened all the time. The vending machines only sold raisin bars. The drama teacher lived in the old caretaker’s shed. And now—most shocking of all—the boys’ toilets had no doors.

It happened over half term.

One Monday morning, 14-year-old Jamie strolled into school with the vague optimism of someone who’d done half his maths homework and remembered to brush his teeth.

Then he walked into the boys’ bathroom.

And stopped.

There, in all its horrifying glory, stood three toilet cubicles. All without doors. Just wide, open frames. Like toilet dioramas. Like little performance stages, but for poo.

“What the—”

“New policy,” said Greg, a Year 11 prefect who spoke like he was 35 and divorced. “Too many students ‘vaping in stalls.’” He air-quoted it with authority. “Headmaster had them removed. No privacy, no vaping.”

Jamie blinked. “That’s… that’s illegal, right?”

Greg shrugged. “So is bringing a ferret to school. But here we are.” He nodded toward the science lab.

Jamie peeked into the nearest cubicle. The toilet sat there like a smug villain. No walls on the sides, just enough room to feel the cold wind of humiliation.

At lunch, the rumour mill exploded.

“They’re watching us!” “My cousin said this happened in a prison once!” “Miss Powell said it’s about building ‘resilience’!”

By the end of the day, boys were making pacts—no number twos on school property. Ever. “Cross your legs, clench, and pray” became the new bathroom motto.

But then came Friday.

Jamie had the spicy bean wrap at lunch. A fatal error.

He tried to hold it.

He really did.

But by Period 5, his insides were staging a revolution. There was no time to run home. No time to find a bush behind the gym. He had only one choice.

He walked into the bathroom. Empty. Good.

He sat. Fast.

Two minutes in, the door opened.

Voices. Laughter. Footsteps.

Ben and Kyle. Year 10 legends. Loud. Ruthless. TikTok-famous.

Jamie froze. Tried to shrink into his own spine. His knees trembled. His soul left his body.

Then he heard it:

Ben: “Oi, someone’s in the throne room!” Kyle: “No door? Brave, bro.” Ben: [snapping a photo] “Caption: ‘When you gotta go but Big Brother’s watching.’”

Jamie whimpered.

Ben and Kyle left, howling with laughter, the sound echoing down the corridor like a death knell.

Jamie finished his business with tears in his eyes and walked out of the stall like a soldier returning from battle.

He was never the same after that. None of them were.

From that day forward, he became a legend. Not "Jamie the Gamer" or "Jamie with the Cool Backpack" — no, he became:

"Jamie the Doorless."

And for the rest of Year 9, no one vaped in the toilets ever again.

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The Doorless Dilemma at the Stadium

The crowd at Eastside Arena was electric. The home team was up by two, beer was flowing, and Blake was living his best Saturday.

Then came the halftime purge — that moment when 20,000 men simultaneously realized they should’ve peed an hour ago.

Blake jogged toward the signs for the restrooms, joining the stampede like a salmon swimming upstream. He followed the arrows to a set of temporary facilities due to stadium renovations. The sign read:

"MEN’S TOILET — PLEASE PARDON OUR APPEARANCE." (beneath it, someone had scrawled in Sharpie: “AND YOUR DIGNITY.”)

Blake pushed open the entrance door, stepped in—and stopped cold.

No stalls. No partitions. No doors. Just four toilets lined up against the wall, totally exposed like a bathroom designed by someone who hated men.

He looked around. It wasn’t a prank. There were already two guys in there: one seated like a king, reading the back of a Doritos packet, the other staring straight ahead with the thousand-yard stare of a man who'd seen things.

Blake considered turning back. Then the chili nachos from earlier made it very clear: there was no turning back.

He picked the far-left toilet, dropped his jeans with grim resignation, and sat.

Silence.

Then the guy next to him said, “This is like prison, right?”

Blake didn’t answer. He didn’t want to bond over shared bowel vulnerability.

Then the door opened again.

A dad came in with his son—about eight years old. The dad froze, horrified. The kid looked around and said, loudly: “WHERE ARE THE WALLS?”

The entire room sighed.

“It’s modern,” muttered one man.

“No,” said another, “it’s war.”

The dad backed out with his kid like they had walked in on a ritual sacrifice.

Eventually, Blake finished, wiped with a rough brown paper towel that could exfoliate a car, and stood up — careful not to make eye contact with anyone.

As he washed his hands at the sink (the only normal part of the room), someone muttered, “We were never here.”

Blake nodded. “We say nothing.”

And just like that, the doorless brotherhood of shame was sealed in silence.

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After School Poop

So i had to use the toilet at a shopping centre at 3.30pm, knowing it was just as the local schools finished. In this particular bathroom there is 3 urinals and 3 stalls. The stalls have normal height walls, but half doors so can been seen. I was sitting in the one nearest the wall, when the door burst open and i could hear someone running into the stall, already farting and panting.

They throw themselves into the stall, bag on to the floor and sat on the toilet and exploded. He was grunting and farting loud! A minute later, the door opened a voice shouted "John you in here" a voice replied strained "Yeah, i needed to go badly, you know how bad the toilets are at school" His friend came closer, and must have looked over the door and laughed, he stayed standing outside his stall, they had a chat for a few mins as the lad started farting again. His friend suddenly went "You know what, i think i need a dump as well, i think i will join you" He took the last stall and sat down. He farted and let out a massive plop and sigh. They carried on talking when the door opened again and a few voices came in. The two friends went quiet as the sound of more teens got louder. Suddenly one came to my stall and looked over, laughed and went to the next one "HEY GUYS JOHNS IN HERE SHITTING" he went to the next one and shouted "ADAMS SHITTING AS WELL"! Suddenly 5 teens all outside the stalls, laughing, kicking the doors. John let out a fart that made every laugh. You could tell they was trying not to shit but it must have been hard. They carried on messing around for what seemed like ages. They eventually decided to leave.

I spoke up "Thank god they have gone, i still need to shit" "Yeah sorry about that, thats why we cant shit as school as nobody gets left alone while in a stall there" I laughed as more shit came out of me. The 2 lads carried on shitting loudly but seemed more speed now. John started wiping as Adam was still farting.

John left his stall, washed and waiting for Adam to finish. They both then it was quiet for me to finish!

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Security Guard

So was taking a dump in my local shopping centre. This doors are only half height so can be seen if someone stands in front and also seen when standing wiping.

Suddenly all these stupid kids come in messing around. A couple went into the remaining stalls, pretending to fart, banging doors and looking over mine, laughing "there is a bloke here taking a shit". I was just sitting there hoping they would go as i could feel a fart and the need to drop one. Another bloke came, i could see his face as he went past looking desperate, and took a stall next to me. All was silent from the 2 of us waiting for these kids to leave!

Suddenly the door went and a security guard came in. He told the kids to leave now, he went stall by stall telling them to leave. He got to mine, looked over and laughed. He looked down at me with my briefs round my ankles and said "im really sorry about them". He then went to my neighbour and said the same thing.

He got them out the bathroom and came back. He said "You can now finish the rest of your dump in peace" I laughed and let out a fart! My neighbour let out a massive explosion and a huge sigh! He then took the stall the other side if me and said "now I can have a quick dump in peace as well". He let out a massive fart and sighed. His radio went asking where he was "I'm in the 1st floor mens dropping the kids off" We all laughed!

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my white briefs!!

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Very Very Close!

So was in London for christmas. Was walking around Trafalagar Square when i felt the need for the toilet. I knew the toilets in the square you had to pay for, so started to walk to the free ones in Charing Cross Station. As i got closer i could feel the need getting stronger. I ran down the stairs and entered to find all the stalls in use and 1 bloke waiting. Everyone else was using the stalls, i stood waiting for someone to finish. I could hear the grunts and the farts coming from the other blokes. Eventually 1 stall came free and the other bloke went in. I knew it was me soon! I could hear him letting out a mega fart, which only made me need even worse. I even undid my belt ready which made one bloke laugh.

5mins past and still nothing. I tried all the doors to make sure they was in all in use. I did excited as one was white and pushed it open to find a old man mid-push . I apologised and carried on waiting. Eventually i could hear one stall start wiping. I quickly stood in front, i could hardly contain the poo for much longer. This bloke seemed to be taking for ever to wipe, i had already took my coat off and rusksack. If it wasnt obvious to everyone in there i need a poo bad, it was now! I heard a flush got ready. The door unlocked and i ran into the stall and shut the door. I sat on that toilet and let out a massive fart and explosion. What i didnt realise the poor other bloke was still in the stall and had his pants still round his ankles. He looked about 30, and was in shock. I apologised, i was still filling the bowl. He asked why i came in. I said the door unlocked. He said it was a dodgy lock and he hadnt finished with the toilet. All the others stalls full, so no luck in going to a different one. He was asking if i could please leave as he needed the toilet. I said i dont think i can leave, but i can stand up quickly for a few mins. He decided that was the only option and sat down and blow up the toilet as loud as i did. For the next few mins we both swapped seats. He eventually started wiping while i was till shitting. He said bye and left me to shit for another 30mins!!

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Middle School

So the middle school i attended was slightly run-down and didnt have the best toilets. You entered the room through a door and was greeted with a row of toilets with no stalls. On one wall was a trough urinal and then on the other was some sinks. I would try to use the toilet during classtime as i would always be worried about being bullied from older kids while shitting. But one day it was lunch and i needed the toilet. I walked slowly into towards the toilets. Ahead i could see 4 of the older popular lads walking in the same direction.

I waited a minute hoping they would leave but i couldnt wait and opened the door. I was greeted to the sight of the 4 lads getting ready to sit on the toilets. One of them was wiping the seat, while the rest already turned round and in the middle of pulling everything down.

I hesitated but i need the toilet, so walked to the other end and left a gap. They was all farting and laughing. I sat down and exploded. One of them looked at me and said "wow you was desperate, but hear this" and let out a massive log. They all laughed.

During this one of their friends walked, and started talking to them while sitting down and exploded. They all carried on talking, grunting and farting. I did notice we all had our underwear at our ankles, 2 sets of white briefs as well!

One of them asked another to pass the toilet paper. He actually stood to wipe which was a good sight. I was still shitting as the rest of the all started wiping and laughing about how much wiping still needed doing. They all left and the toilet became empty so i was able to relax slightly, Suddenly my gym teacher walks in. He sees me on the toilet and actually laughs. He then approaches the toilet right next to me and jokes "this seat free" and then sits and starts farting while talking to me. I ask for him to pass me some toilet paper, he pulls some of the roll next to him and gives me. To make it awkward i needed more paper, and he laughs. I think im finished and about to stand up when another wave comes and i fart loudly as he also farts and laughs. We end up to wiping at the same time. He jokes "make sure you wipe properly as got gym later"

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Man Desperate

So this particualr day i was sitting having a very constipated dump in this public toilet in the park. In this mens room there was only 2 urinals and 1 large stall . I was sitting in the toilet having a dump when this bloke came in. I could see he was walking around in front of the toilet. He coughed to let me know he was there, so i farted in return. 5 mins he was still walking around and was starting to fart.

He then knocked on the door "hey sorry to ask will you be finished soon as i really need the toilet" i replied " i will soon but i still havent finished. "Please try to hurry up" he responded.

A few minutes later though he suddenly knocked on the door, more desperate this time " Please can we swap as im about to have a accident" I farted really loud at this point and i could hear him panicking. I said "Look i cant really leave as i can still feel more to come, but i can let you in quickly to use the toilet but i need to stay here". He hesitated as said "ok thankyou". I shuffled to the door with my jeans and briefs round my ankles, and quickly let him in. He rushed in and quickly pulled his shorts and white briefs down and exploded. He looked up at me standing in the corner and said "Thanks, i was so close" He was grunting and shitting loudly when i felt my stomach gramp. He saw my sudden movement and said "Do you need to sit". I replied "Yes" He stood up and shuffled to one side and let me sit. I had a massive fart and let out loads of logs. He farted and said "please" i stood up feeling empty and let him sit. I started wiping my arse and sticking the paper in the bin in the corner. It took several wipes to clean up. I finished up and said "Hope you feel better" I opened the door and he quickly locked it. I washed my hands, hearing him still blasting the toilet"

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Awkward Hostel

So for a few months last year i went travelling around Asia, staying in cheap hostels to keep the cost down. So this particular hostel was the worst. I entered the male-only room and was greeted with 12 bunk beds then in a corner there was a sink, a shower and the toilet in the open with no privacy! So i had to shower and shit in front of 23 other blokes. There was already a few others in the room asleep when i entered. One bloke was already snoring. I got on my bunk which was near the "bathroom" and started getting for bed. I had just got into bed when bloke came in and literally just walked over to the toilet, sat down and started farting. He sat on his phone not even caring everyone in the room could see/smell him. He even stood to wipe, washed his hands then got into his bunk. The room that night was full of everyone snoring loudly. Being a light sleeper, at 3am i was awoken by a loud fart. I slowly opened my eyes and could see a bloke sitting naked on the toilet!

I was awoken in the morning to the sound of the shower running. I sat up and could see one bloke in the shower, another shaving and one on the toilet. All 3 naked! Everyone was stirring and slowly getting out of bed. By the time i got out of bed (naked) there was already a queue of 3 people for the toilet. I felt sorry for one bloke as he seemed constipated, by the sound of the grunts, and one bloke waiting actually asked if he was almost finished as he was "touching cloth" I was standing there with a slight cramp in my stomach. I was next in the queue and was able to watch the bloke sit down and start shitting. Lucky for me he was quick and stood to wipe. I quickly sat down and let out a loud fart. Several people laughed. It was strange to be sitting on the toilet in a room with 23 other blokes. I stayed sitting while wiping. I left the toilet, and the next bloke quickly took the seat. I quickly had a shower and got dressed along with everyone else in the middle of the room. I didnt really have any horror stories from that toilet. I did wake up in the middle of the night on the 3rd day having a big dump. One bloke woke up and stood nearby as he needed the toilet. I was farting quite loudly and was worried would wake someone up.